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Thank you, dear. I'd offer to let you resurrect the tradition on Saturday, but I fear that the requisite number of whacks - plus one to grow on - might aggravate your carpal tunnel.

Re the whippings - you are not alone. Although, in my case, the punishments administered should fall into the category of "switchings" or "beltings". Mama was diabolical with a hickory twig, Daddy had a lead paw with the strop. The strop, though, has a built-in failsafe; get enough of 'em and your butt is numb. Less is more.

Thanks for the birthday remembrance.

You had to ask for spanking stories in blogworld.

Sticking to the birthday theme...I did have a first grade teacher who would chase us around the classroom until she had administered the requisite number. That may sound mild, but being bent over the teacher's lap in front of the entire class is not cool.

"A Spanking! A Spanking! There's going to be a Spanking! "

Dad was handy with the razor strop. I used to PRAY he'd start to use a safety razor. No such luck.

My Daddy would just save 'em up 'till we got home from Church. It didn't take me long to figure out fartin' in Church wasn't a good thing.

Uh, Key, being bent over and spanked in front of the class thing, where do they sell that now?

Maybe I should ask Velociman that question... No?

Velociman, the "one to grow on", well a couple things come to mind, but I'll only drop one here. It was probably 'cause you had it comin'.

I received birthday spankings for the first 15 years of my life. ALWAYS with "one to grow on" at the end. I suppose that's considered to be child abuse today.

Now... Key, bent over a desk and being spanked, well... let's just say that the image is one that I will carry to my bed tonight.

My mum's favorite weapon was the wooden spoon. Although they perform quite well for pain administation they lacked staying power. She bought them by the gross.

Of course progress is inevitable so I have the advantage of plastic spoons with my ruffians. The shrinkage factor is much more favorable than the old estimable woodie though it does lack the nostalgia factor.

Interestingly, research on "one to grow on" brought me to the Short History of Spanking (http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/moonglowDC/Letters/History.htm).

But most seem to place it within the pagan Lupercalia festival (randy pre-xtian Valentines)in which girls were switched in order to bring long life and fertility. Romans had all the fun...then the Germans took on the idea and, as with all S&M, made the most of it. They had the One to grow on, one to be good on, one to live long on and one for good marriage. I seem to recall a rhyme associated with it but cannot remember it, now.

But there's no reason to wait for a birthday for a sound spanking, now is there?

My father was the ultimate master of childhood punishment. A spanking was always a great event with me and my two brothers. My father would order a search of the local woods for the piece of lumber to execute the upcoming spanking. I sooned learned that bringing back a poor excuse for a switch would send my brothers out to find that perfect limber switch upon which my punishment rested. My brothers would search hi and low to find the weapon of choice. It only seems fair as I consider all the suffering I had brought to their lives. I can only offer one piece of advice never tell your brother where the Rose Garden is located.

Heh, heh, heh...Jim said "woodie."

my mom used her hand on my butt! i just lay over the knee, waiting to be spanked as hard as possible

hey i still get spanked every night bare bottom im a fifteen yr old boy we al get spanking at my house my sister is 18 and we watch everyone get a spanking plus my sis ter sucks my dick afterwards and i give ere anal
ha ha ha ha ha im a sick sob you suck my dick bastards

Boy, when I grew up in the early fifties in the south, it was nothing for me and my brother at 10 years old to get a bare bottom switching. Daddy would make us cut a couple of birch switches of the tree in the backyard and put them on the top of the Frigidaire. After our bath that night we would be dried off and sent to our room, It seemed like forever before daddy came in that room and when he did, he took the first one he could grab and he leaned us over the dresser and proceded to stripe our naughty bottoms one at the time. We hollered and screamed, but in those days there was no such thing as child abuse, it was called Discipline. Anyway it wouldn't do us any good because we lived out in the country and no one would hear us anyway. We got it good, and it continued until we were at least 18. We had rules in our house and they were followed. If not we suffered the punishment. Mama was also a large fan of a good mouth washing with Ivory soap, which we also had about 3 times a week. I hated it but I am a well behaived respectful person in my 30's and have not been in trouble with the law or anything else..

How does one go about finding someone to administer a birthday spanking?

I mean like it's too embarassing to outright ask someone to spank you on your birthday.

i remember when i got spanked and i hated all the time. i was about 9 and i was playing at my neighbors house. my mom came up the drive way and told me it was time to go home. but i argued and told her that i was going to stay here forever and that i wasnt going home and soon i was yelling. my mom leaned over and said that if i didnt stop arguing w/ her that i was going to recieve a spanking. but i didnt care i wanted to stay at my friends house. so i said i dont care and so she grabbed my arm and sat down and then by that point everybody came outside w/ my mom to say hi. and said that "since you dont care i will make it embarrassing"so she grabbed my arm and pulled me over her knee with my friend and her mom watching she said to the mom that i was going to recieve a bare bottom spanking.she pulled my pants down and then pulled my panties down and she asked if anybody had anything to spank me with but there werent so my mom used her hand and ave me 10 spankings on bare bottom and it hurt so bad after i recieved my moms punishment she sent me home. i would love for u guys to email me and leave me comments.

I remember getting birthday spankings at home. I think I got them between the ages of 6 - 13. I would normally get one for each year of my age with one to grow on. I would normally get light to moderate hand smacks as soon as i got up. I remember up to age 10 I use to take off my pyjamas so I was naked and giggling like a little imp while Mum came into the room, took me over her knee and slapped my bare bum the requisite number of times. From my 11-13th birthday I was a little more modest and I kept my pyjamas on and waited for Mum to take down my pyjama bottoms herself before spanking me:)

I remember getting birthday spankings in school! For whatever reason, between grades 1-7, birthday spankings at my Catholic school was this big deal. The teacher would always make a big deal out of it, bring the student to the front of the room, and give the birthday spanking while the other student's counted. I always felt just a little bit apprehensive during those days, especially on my birthday! I think *most* of the students had a good time and enjoyed having fun with it... I, on the other hand, couldn't help but feeling slightly embarrassed during those birthday days.

When I was 4 my older brother was 6 years older, and whenever I was naughty, he held me over his shoulder and spanked me, he did I quick too, just threw me over his shoulder and gave me 5 quick spanks, there was nothing inapropriate about it, he was older then me, and I respect him, or else i would get a spanking on the bottom! I love my brother still, and always will!

I remember anytime we would get into trouble my dad would take us into the bedroom close the door discuss what we did and then he would tell us we were to get 10 swats on the bare bottom. Man those hurt like hell. They stung and if we complained after we stopped crying he would take us back into his room and light our butts on fire again.

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i remember i was one of the trouble makers in my class and my parents rule was if i got in trouble at school i would get more of it at home. one day at lunch i threw up a girls skirt!that day at school the teacher took me to the front of the class threw me over her lap and whipped my butt for 30 min. then she sent me into the hall.a minute later the girl who skirt i flipped up came out with the teacher and the cane.the teacher gave the cane to the girl and siad she got to choose my punishment. she took me to the front of the class pulled down my pants and underwear and whipped me for cupple hours till i was cry'in good and my butt was red hot. then she told my parents and my dad stripped me naked pulled out every thing he could find to whip me with and whip me! then i got all me brother and sisters chores for 6 months. i also got a spankin every day and still do and i'm 21!

In grade 7 and 8, I had a teacher that always
seemed to find something wrong in my behaviour -
always on a Tuesday. "Detention Tuesdays" I called it.

My first detention was for talking in class. I was kept after class for 15 minutes, and told that
if I got 3 detentions, on the third offense I
would get a spanking.

I lay awake nights, wondering about what that would be like; I'd never been spanked.

The next Tuesday, I got a detention for not having my desk neat enough, and another warning
about the consequence of a third detention.

Sure enough, the next Tuesday, I was told that I
was in real trouble. At the day's end, this
very pretty teacher changed into her "punishing
clothes"; a very low cut blouse and short skirt.

She seemed to be watching me - now 13- all afternoon, One of the girls I liked said to me that I was really gonna get it after school.

And she was right. The rules were explained to me. I would stay after school, and come up to
miss Crawford's desk, and stand facing the empty
classroom. All the door were locked. I would undo my belt and fly, and lower my pants.

She would take out the strap, and put it on the desk, and not use it unless I didn't cooperate
in my spanking.

She took hold of the elastic of my uinderpants, and very slowly, lowered them to my knees, leaving me totally exposed, both bum and cock, which was now getting a bit rigid.

She took out a long, wide, wooden ruler, and drew
it back. Told me I'd been asking for this. The
pain that then flashed through my body brought
instant tears, and I flinched away automatically.

"Stay, or you'll get the strap" was the command.
But when the second stroke of the rule came, I still flinched. Across her knee! Ten more smacks of the ruler. Tears bucketting down my face. And then the promised extra five of the
stap I'll always remember.

But mostly, her hand, rubbing my red bum, for a
long time after. Reaching around, and stroking
all of me. And then kissing me and telling me to
behave better, or I'd get the same next Tuesday.

which I did, until the end of grade 12.

i am always spanked and still am, and im thirty. spanked in the bedroom, bathroom, and supermarket, with whatever my parets could find. it hurts so much, and one day when i was 4 i was being spanked and i yelled so loudly that my mother started putting me in dresses that had a big whole in the back, which was used so my mother could spank me at any time, any where on my bare bottom.

kokoti jedine kokoti na tejto strane ziadny tvrdy spank nieje tak chodte do piče všetci, kokoto americky

We were beaten as children when we did bad things, not spanked. My dad would show up with a bundle of switches and beat you completely naked with the whole bundle till you could barely breathe from screaming so loud. The back of my legs and back were so badly bruised once that my mother wouldnt allow me to go swimming with the other kids for fear that someone would say something about it. I hated him for hurting us so badly.There are no fond memories of spanking, and especially nothing sexual.

im still spanked by my dad, im 19. my dad pulls down my panties wherever i am, lifts up my skirt/dress and spanks my bare bottom at least 50 times! they hurt like mad!!!! daddy says he'll carry on spanking me for as long as he feels is best. he says that i am never too old to be across his lap either. i understand why my daddy spanked me as a young child, but i dont think i really need it now. also i hate my private parts being exosed to my daddy age my age.

It's terrific the pic where granpa is shown to put the boy over his knee

It's terrific the pic where granpa is shown to put the boy over his knee

I STILL get spanked and I am 17. I was chewing gum at the department store the other day. It was so embarrasing my daddy told me it was rude to chew gum in public. He made me stand still with my hands at my side while he lectured me calling me a "naughty little girl" then to make things worse he lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and spanked me about 10 times on each cheek making me say "I am a naughty girl and my daddy is spanking me like a naughty little girl". Sooooo embarrasing.

I got spanked all the time and still do. I am 16 soon to be 17. I have been switched,slapped,and spanked by my mom's hand, my dad's hand, a flyswatter, the belt, the whip, a paddle, you name it they use it. one of the worst times was when I was at a friends house celebrating her 15th birthday. the hottest sexiest guys in school were all there. and we were watching her open her presents when my dad pulled up the drive way ran into the house where we were and started riping my clothes off! by the way her 'rents weren't home. soon I was totally naked and every one was just watching. I tried to cover my privets and my tits but my dad tied up my hands where I couldn't cover any part of me. he put me over a table and took off his belt. whipped me until my butt was bright red, and burning hot and untill I was crying in pain and embaressment. when he finally finished like 10 minutes later. he stood me up and lied me down on my back and then he opened my legs as wide as they would go for everyone to see. it was so imbaressing I just closed my eyes and waited till it was over. he then whipped the inside of my thighs and my pussy about 20 times each and again fllipped me over on my stomach. by then all of the guys and even some of the girls were into the show. so my father told everyone who wanted to help with my punishment that they could do whatever they wanted to me for 5 minutes each. to my surprise everyone started to line up, the guys were all first of course. they would spank me, kiss my whole body, lick me, everywhere! slap me, and some even shoved some objects up my butt and pussy. sometimes more then 1 at a time. I was soooo sore when they were all done. I waited till my dad had left before I got up. before he left he told everybody to finish me off. I was so embaressed I got dressed and ran out of the house. I never saw any of those kids again except in school and even then I didn't look at them or talk to any of them. when they saw me some laughed and pointed out to everyone else what had happend and the rest just looked away. when I am near them I can still feel the stinging of the belt or there hands across my butt. I still have bruses and sores on my butt. and till this day I don't know what that punishment was for. when I asked about it my dad hit my bare butt with the paddle and belt for for 2 hours and sometimes he would call his guy friends over to help out. one time they all even took turns raping me, one guy in my pussy, one in my ass and 2 or more in my mouth. when they were done I was in tears and so sore I couldn't move. he said "we never did anything like this to you before and if you tell your mother or anyone else I will say you are lying and when she leaves you'll get it again and again and again untill you bleed or pass out from the pain! understand!?!?" I've been so scared I have never mentioned this to anyone before this so I hope nobody I know reads this.

When I was growing up, I got spankings every year on my birthday. I remember on my 12th birthday, my mom took me outside at about 7 in the morning. She told me that she was about to spank me, and I thought whatever. Then she pulled my pants down, then my underpants and made me sit on her lap. She said that this year she would change what she normally did and bare my bottom. She also said that the spankings would hurt pretty bad. So after that, she laid me down over her knee and told me to relax. Then POP, I couldn't believe how hard she could hit and how much her hand could hurt. POP POP POP I started to cry. The first twelve were over, then one to live on, one to grow on, and POP, one to remember. My bottom was pretty red after the spankings and it hurt for about 45 minutes. I never have recieved a birthday spanking that bad since then.

oooh, Jessica you got it bad! my penis is hard and throbbing thanx 2 your story. my worst b-day spanking was when I turned 17 (last year). I usually got the number of spankings on my butt by hand. usually my mom would do it since my dad was at work all the time. but last year my dad did it with the belt on my bare butt! right after my mom did it with her hand! so I got double the burn and redness. it hurt all day! this year I had the belt again on my bare butt but over the knee and it was givin to me by my mom insted of my dad, it didn't hurt as bad as it did before. during my party my dad had arranged for everyone at my part to spank me. soooo imbaressing and painful! more then 30 ppl spanked my that night. and 2 maybe 3 ppl hit my penis insted of my butt. they said I'll remember it longer. the last person to spank me was my dad with a paddle in his hand. he said WELCOME TO ADULT HOOD SON! now save this for your wife! heeeheee, and I still have that paddle in my closet, just waiting for the right girl to come along. Anyone up for a lil pat on the butt with my presant??

Hayden, I had it worse than you man. Every year, I was given birthday spankings on my bare bottom. In the fourth grade, my mom told my teacher to keep me in class during recess on my birthday so she could spank me. A ten-year old boy like me at the time did not even want that. She told me to pull my pants and my underwear down and to lie across her knee. She spanked me kind of hard, but not too hard.
At my party that night, I was put in a legs up position (in my bare bottom) infront of my friends including girls and was spanked hard.
The next year, there was this girl that I kind of liked who's mom spanked me on my bare bottom, luckily it was in private.
Age 12 was the same.
The next year I was spanked by some of my mom's friends that were ladies. What sucked was that my front was exposed to all of them. Some of them were just in college. Then we went to a resturaunt and it was fun until my mom told me to pull my pants and underwear off and told me to lay across everyone's knee (boys, girls, their parents, and family) and told me to tell them to spank me hard.
The next year I had to lay on my back over her knee ( I was naked at that time ) and she told me that she would spank me as hard as possible, because it should bring good luck. It hurt, but she said that would be the last birthday spanking that I would recieve. I still, to this day, hate the fact of that hand hitting my bottom as hard as possible.

I too was given a birthday spanking every year. They usually would just sting a little. When I was in trouble the spankings would hurt bad. But that's a different story. Just one time I was given a birthday spanking on my bare bottom. That was when I was nine and I had a fever that day. It was pretty embarrassing and it hurt worse than most I had. She also before the spanking took my temperature rectally. The most embarrassing one was when I was thirteen. I was put over my dad's knee and he spanked me really hard. Hard enough to shake my glasses off. Then he pinched each cheek really hard. That's my story.

I have been given birthday spankings every year of my life. From ages 5-16, they were all given on my bare bottom. I have been a well-spanked man. On my 8th birthday, I was told to pull down my pants and underpants and to lay over my aunt's lap so she could spank me. She paddled me really hard. From 9-16, I had to lay over my mom, dad, or my grandparents knee so they could spank me on my bare. 9-12, they didn't hurt one bit. 13, the one to grow on hurt slightly. From 14-16, they all hurt pretty bad. 17 and on hurt, but they were not bare.

Well I got more. And on the bare bottom. Recently I had my 15th birthday and my mom forced me to bare my bottom again. 5 girls and 4 boys were at the party and they all spanked me. It was embarrassing and painful. But what is more weird, one of the girls who was there at the party recently came over to my house to hang out. She suddenly pulled her pants and panties down, and went across my knee. She said she was sorry for me so she wanted the same thing done to her. This was her birthday FYI. So I gave her what she wanted and she thanked me for it. It completely surprised me.

Man, I am there with you rh. I'm 17 and every year as far as I can remember, on my birthday, i got spanked on my bare bottom. It's weird. You don't get used to having to pull your pants and underpants and then laying over someone's knee getting your butt spanked hard on what should not be a painful spanking. Of all the ones I have had, I would say my 7th birthday was the worst. My mom took me over her knee and spanked me before she left or work. Then she told this girl who was over at my house to babysit my sister and I to do the same thing. That's my story.

It is tradition in my house that us kids be naked for our birthday spankings. I am not embarassed by being naked in front of my dad just because it is tradition. I am 16 now soon to be 17. What happens on my birthday is my dad comes into my bedroom, sits down on my bed, tells me to take my clothes off, then I stand in front of him, just like I did when I was in trouble for a real spanking when I was younger. We talk, then I sit on his lap and we talk longer, then I lay down over his knee and like my last bday I was 16, he gave me 16x16 spankings plus a few for good measure. They sting a little bit, and my bottom is lit up and pretty red. But you might call this abuse, I call it tradition.

My parents spanked me a lot. I feared the pain, hated the humiliation, but was sexually excited by the experience, since before I even understood what that pleasant feeling was. Most often, I did not have to bare my bottom for punishment, so my parents did not notice my arousal. When I was 12 or 13 years old, I got a very intense bare-bottom whipping that must have gone on for at least 3 minutes. My father made me lay face down on my bed, and he whipped me with a willow switch while my mother watched. I tried to keep count in my head, over 200 lashes, but I am not sure of the exact number. I had an orgasm, while I was being whipped, from my penis rubbing against the bed. I don't even remember what I did to earn the whipping. After the punishment was over, my father was out of breath, and I had a big wet erection. I wanted to stay there, laying on the bed, to hide it, even though I knew it might invite more whipping, but my father ordered me to get up (for a lecture, I suppose). I will never forget the shocked look on both parents' faces and my humiliation as they stared at my still erect penis. It was the last spanking my parents ever gave me...

Well, I've had my 17th birthday yesterday. I had a nice party. After everyone left, my parents led me to my bedroom and I took my clothes off. This one was different and longer. Instead of just my dad spanking me, my mom spanked me first. She sat down on my bed, took me over her knee and gave me the 17x17 decently hard spankings and seven extra which equaled 296, and then gave me 17 hard pinches. My bottom was pretty red after she was done. Although it stung pretty hard, she made it fun. You might think that's weird because I was naked, but I'm used to that part because it is tradition. Then after a couple of minutes, my dad sat down on my bed and I laid over his lap. At about 72 he lost count so he had to restart. The first 72 hurt pretty bad, but I laughed because he lost count. I tried to tell him we were on 72, but he said that he would restart. On the second try, he counted right and I got the 289 plus one to live on, one to learn on, one to be happy on, one to be healthy on, one to be good on, one to grow on, and one to remember(which was the hardest one of all, he slapped both cheeks with both hands really hard.) I got the seventeen pinches and because he messed up, he said he would give my bottom a massage which I thought was awkward. My bottom had 664 spankings and 34 pinches. It was very red and pretty sore, I had a hard time sitting down until this morning. Well that's tradition in my family. I'm used to it. Next year, I just hope he doesn't mess up counting again.

Well, I've had my 17th birthday yesterday. I had a nice party. After everyone left, my parents led me to my bedroom and I took my clothes off. This one was different and longer. Instead of just my dad spanking me, my mom spanked me first. She sat down on my bed, took me over her knee and gave me the 17x17 decently hard spankings with her hand and seven extra which equaled 296, and then gave me 17 hard pinches. My bottom was pretty red after she was done. Although it stung pretty hard, she made it fun. You might think that's weird because I was naked, but I'm used to that part because it is tradition. Then after a couple of minutes, my dad sat down on my bed and I laid over his lap. His hand gently rested on my bottom. Then POW he started spanking me with his cold hand. At about 72 he lost count so he had to restart. The first 72 hurt pretty bad, but I laughed because he lost count. I tried to tell him we were on 72, but he said that he would restart. On the second try, he counted right and I got the 289 plus one to live on, one to learn on, one to be happy on, one to be healthy on, one to be good on, one to grow on, and one to remember(which was the hardest one of all, he slapped both cheeks with both hands really hard.) I got the seventeen pinches and because he messed up, he said he would give my bottom a massage which I thought was awkward. My bottom had 664 spankings and 34 pinches. It was very red and pretty sore, I had a hard time sitting down until this morning. Well that's tradition in my family. I'm used to it. Next year, I just hope he doesn't mess up counting again.

I am nineteen now, and am given real spankings for my birthday by my mother, aunts, and friends mothers. I am always placed legs up, panties at my knees and spanked by each one at a time. They use hands, hairbrushes, switches, or belt untill all seven women have spanked me soundly. It hurts extremely but I do love it to.

I used to be whipped as a younger child, now I want to be sensually spanked. O.o is that normal?

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