Thursday, June 25

Front Yard Spankings

I've been fascinated lately by the concept of the "front yard" or "front porch" spanking as "extra" punishment. I know it's very impractical so has to stay in fantasy land, but OMG, what if?


I think I was first introduced to it in a spanking story one of my readers said was his all-time favourite. I can't find it now, maybe somebody can point me to it once I describe it? I think it was called "Counting Down From Ten" or something along those lines?

It was about a single mother and her older teenage son. The son was getting increasingly lazy and unruly. There was some straw that broke the camel's back. Mom decided she would punish her son with a first-time ever spanking. He was reluctant and resisted but in the end gave in to matriarchal authority. She told him to take his pants and underpants down. He refused. She said she would count down from ten and if they weren't both down at his ankles by the time she ended her count, she would take him out onto the front porch for his spanking. He continued to resist as she counted down. She counted down as she dragged him by his ear towards the front door. She unlocked the door. He said "ok ok ok ok!". She said she still does not see those pants down and kept counting down. He very quickly pulled his pants down but left his underpants up. She kept counting down saying "I don't see those underpants at your ankles yet" and started opening the front door. He quickly pulled his underpants right down to his ankles, baring himself completely. She closed the door and locked it, took him into the living room, spanked him, and made him stand bare bum in the corner afterwards.

I thought it was so much more exciting and evocative that the front porch spanking didn't happen in this story. We are left to imagine it as being the worst thing in the world! You would actually have your pants pulled down, be put across your Mother's lap, and then be spanked to tears while anybody in the neighbourhood could watch and tease.


And I don't think it's only boys from their Mothers who are potentially at risk. If Daddy gets too fed up with Daughter's antics, she might find herself in the very same situation!



This sort of punishment is reserved for only when you have been at your absolute naughtiest and a example must be made. It is for when a naughty boy or girl has become too big for their britches. It will be a demonstration to the entire neighbourhood that in fact this "little" boy or girl is NOT too old for a spanking, and a spanking delivered in the most childish manner possible: across the knee and on the bare bottom. Modesty will not be a consideration. The only consideration will be imparting the most humiliating "last resort" lesson imaginable, regardless of who is there to see it.

A pen-pal of mine wrote me an email with a bit of a "Julie Spanked' fan-fiction story to this effect. He wishes to remain anonymous. I present it here with some additions of my own. If only!

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So Julie, are you going to be a well-behaved little girl who thinks twice before breaking the rules set for her by the adults... or are you going to be a naughty brat who can't keep a civil tongue in your little mouth?

When it's the latter, I'm sure you'll spend some quality time in the corner, told to push your pants and panties down to your knees, hands on your head, in the corner of the dining room, while the adults talk about what-ever-shall-we-do-with-her, it seems she keeps being a brat. You'll start to turn around to interject a suggestion and David will sharply correct you - Julie, get your nose back in the corner, we've heard enough out of you for tonight.

Your Mom - not Sue or David, who are playing into your kink - but your Mom, who isn't playing on the sexual side of this, will sigh heavily and say "no punishment is going to make an impression and change her bratty behaviour if it's not so memorable that it's actually shocking. She seems to enjoy being spanked. Let's see if she'll enjoy this..." She'll turn to your Dad and say "well, we talked about this - take her into the front yard, and whip her, right on the seat of her panties. I'll go post an event announcement now on the neighbourhood Facebook group so she'll have a good audience." Dad - "and I'll let Bill, the policeman who lives down the road know, to keep it all nice and legal."

The blood will drain from your face and you'll think, I didn't sign up for this and you won't be able to stop yourself "WHAT?" David - "I told you - not another peep. You're in enough trouble as it is!"

Your Dad will turn to David and say "I take it you agree, Son?"

"I do, Sir," David will say. "She keeps getting brattier and brattier, deliberately to get spanked, and honestly my patience, and my belt, is wearing thin. It's affecting all our relationships."

"You're absolutely right," Dad will say. "The other day when she drove up to visit she had a veritable temper tantrum on the front yard just because the neighbour had stopped his car in the mutual driveway to unload groceries. I think she did it deliberately to earn herself a spanking from me. I was too angry to even give it. Mother suggested after that I ought to have, and right on the front lawn at that. I think she was right."

"I completely agree, Sir. She needs to be made an example of."

"David! NO!" you will say, stomping your little foot and turning to face the room, covering your pussy with your hand, your bare bum hanging out. "I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

"Shush Young Lady!" your Mom will say, "you DO NOT speak to your husband like that!"

"I'LL SPEAK HOWEVER I WANT!" you scream, turning to face the room, stomping your feet, completely losing it.

"IN THE CORNER!" David rages standing up and moving towards you. He takes you by the arm, places you firmly back into the corner, and gives your bare bottom several hard smacks. You realize that you've pushed things too far and begin behaving. At least mom said it would be over your panties. It would be humiliating, but you figure you could handle that.

Your Dad will say to David, "That's the way it's done, Son. Give me a hand bringing around the saw horse from the garage" and then you'll hear the two of them walk outside. Sue will stand to start to clear and your Mom will stop her "Julie will clean up after her spanking - don't do her chores for the naughty girl." You feel very small, standing in the corner, knowing you're going to be publicly punished, and hearing your parents. You hear David and your Dad talking from the sideyard as they're carrying something around, and wonder exactly what is going to happen, is this really going to happen, or is your Mom just trying to scare you...

Your Dad comes inside and says "all right then, everything's ready, it's time. Julie, turn around." You turn around sheepishly, trying now to modestly cover your shaved pussy with one hand as you start pulling your panties back up your legs with the other. "Not so fast there, young lady," says your Dad. "Your Mom suggested you get your belt whipping over your panties, but given your outburst just now your husband and I have decided that we want everything off, now." David chimes in - "You heard him - NOW. You better be a perfect model of obedience if you don't want another and worse when we get home."

"Mommy... please!" you beg, hoping now only to be allowed to be whipped with your panties and top on.

"I'm afraid I agree with the men, young lady. You've acted up and mouthed off one time too many," your Mom would say, "There's nothing I can do to help you now."

"I won't! I refuse!" you'll say.

David will walk over with a scowl, pick you up, and throw you across his shoulder.

"Strip her, ladies" your Dad will tell your Mom and Sue as David holds you over his shoulder. Your Mom will head to your feet and remove your socks, pants and panties from around your ankles, rendering you bare from the waist down. As you wriggle and kick, you'll be showing off all your charms for all to see. Meanwhile Sue will be deftly removing your blouse and then your bra, stripping you completely, saying "you brought this on yourself, Sis."

David puts you back down onto your feet. You stand there with your hands desperately covering what they can. You are completely naked in front of your family, and soon to be escorted out to the front yard for your whipping.

Your Dad says "Mary, go get the strap - you know the one I'm talking about." Your Mom responds "yes sir" and goes up the stairs. You'll wonder about this later - was it naturally just playing along with a family led by a strict and in-charge father? Does she know the one he's talking about because they discussed this punishment before... or because she's been on the receiving end? These thoughts will come later - right now you're too busy blushing at being totally nude, wondering if this is *really* happening.

Your Mom comes back down the stairs and the moment of truth arrives. She hands your Father a thick strap. In fact, it's an old-fashioned razor strop!


"No. Not that. Please!" you beg, realizing what your Daddy has in his hand.

Ignoring you, your Dad walks over to you, grabs you by the ear, and begins marching you to the front door.

"No Daddy! Please! Please!" you'll beg as he drags you to your very public date with the razor strop. "I'll promise I'll be good! I promise! Please! Not the strap! Not outside! Not completely bare naked! Please!"

"Too late for promises, young lady, you've had this coming and now you'll be getting it," your Dad would say as he opens up the door and then pulls you out it.

You're outside, in the front yard, completely naked, being pulled by the ear by your determined Father, who is carrying a heavy leather razor strop in the other hand, about to whip your ass raw. Let that sink in a moment. A month ago you were seen by your family and the world as a 30-something year old married woman, living an adult life. Now - not just your family, but the entire neighbourhood will know that you may seem that way, but you're still really an unruly child or disobedient teenager who can only be kept in line by the promise of a painful and humiliating punishment.

There are already people gathering. Word had gotten around from Mom's quick Facebook event post.  Contrary to people staying away, they had actually turned out! Officer Bill was there as well, and gave your Dad a nod and a wink. There are also some older teenage boys present!!!

There's a saw horse sitting in the middle of the lawn with some rough material on top of it.


Your Dad marches you to the side facing the street, and bends you over it. He pushes your feet apart, so your legs are spread and David ties your ankles to the sawhorse legs. David then takes your wrists and ties each of them to the legs of the sawhorse as well.

*Everything* is on display, your pussy lips, your ass, your bumhole, your bare breasts visible directly through your spread legs, everything - to your Dad but also to the entire street.

"Oh my gosh, just look at her, she's wet, the trollop," one of the older women in the audience would say.

You blush in embarrassment hearing that, but know it is true. You could feel your pussy dampening from the moment you learned your fate and were stripped. As you were escorted outside you could feel the dampness squishing down there as you walked!

Your Dad asks you "Julie tell me where you are and what's about to happen."

You have never blushed so much and you sheepishly choke out "I'm bent over in the front yard, naked, so everyone can see me. You're about to whip my bottom."

"And why do you find yourself here?"

"Because I've been a naughty brat and have been nasty to everybody! Wahhhhh."

"And has it been deliberate young lady? Have you deliberately been a horrid brat in the hopes your husband or I put you across our knees? Because you're a spank happy brat? Is that it?"

"yes Sir!" you would wail.

"And you have been spanked, haven't you? Spanked by your husband, your sister, me, your mother even. But it's never enough for you is it? Never enough for the spank-happy brat. No matter how much we wear out our hands, hairbrushes, and belts on your bare bottom. No matter how much time you spend in the corner."

"It is enough! I'm sorry. It is enough!"

"Apparently not, because you continue your bad behaviour upsetting everybody around you and being an annoying pain in the ass! You were even a pain in the ass to our neighbours, weren't you?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Well, you've been a pain in the ass, so now I'm going to give you a pain in your ass. Right here on the front lawn in front of all the neighbours."

"Please no! Please!" you would beg.

"Too late for that. We'll see if this spanking will finally be enough for you to behave. You're getting your age in strappings. Get ready."

"NOOOOOO!"

SNAP! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Noooooo!

The very first blow with the razor strop raised a thick wide, rectangular of red band across your ass. The assembled audience gasped. There's no warm-up - this isn't sensual, it's punishment, and you know immediately that while the exhibitionism made you wet you are not going to enjoy this.

SNAP! AWWWWWWWW! You cried as the second stroke landed full across the middle of your bare bottom.

"Please Daddy! No! I'll be good I promise! Please!" you begged after only two strict whippings.

SNAP! Yahhaaaaaaaa!

"You'll be good after you get your age in strappings," your Dad says while continuing your strict whipping.

The audience is entranced as your Daddy paints thick red welts across your ass with his razor strop. While you are tied securely, you are not tied securely enough to prevent the inevitable exciting wriggling of your punished hind-quarters, or the bouncing of your bared breasts. Your legs are lewdly spread parting your pussy lips to display a most intimate view of your fuck hole. Even your bottom hole does not escape scrutiny, it being evident to more than several adults in the crowd that you are no stranger to receiving anal intercourse either.

SNAP   CRACK   WHIP    SNAP

You are crying big wet tears. Your Dad pauses and speaks to you: "It isn't what I want - to have to strip my adult daughter naked and whip her in public. But your mother and I are of one mind on this - we will not have a disobedient, badly behaved daughter, no matter how old she is. Whatever it takes to get through to you is what we will do. You belong to David, but when you're under my roof you play by my rules and get punished by me when you break them."

You feel the leather strap laid across your ass for a moment, and then another searing stripe on the top of your thighs. SNAP!

He whips you hard, over and over again, and your attempt to be stoic - you are in public - is quickly forgotten, as you plead with Daddy that you'll be a good girl, you'll never be naughty again, you promise, it hurts it hurts it hurts... but he's unswayed, and the leather mercilessly whips your ass and your upper thighs, till you're sure it's at least four times its normal size.

In the meantime, as others join the small crowd that has gathered in the street the newcomers are pointing at you saying "isn't that their daughter Julie" and "why, yes, it is - I wonder what she did to deserve that" and "wow, her ass is really flaming - she must have done something really bad" and "she must have gotten too big for her britches - and now she doesn't have any." The few teenage boys stand there silently, transfixed, staring at your red ass, your bare tits with their little rock hard nipples, your pussy lips, and your anal hole. They'll have a spanking fetish soon, if they don't already. They will have a wet dream imagining your Daddy left you there after your whipping for them to enjoy. You, however, hardly even notice your audience - all you can think about is the razor strop, how much it hurts, and how sorry you are.

Eventually, finally, it's over. David unties you. Daddy tells you to stand up and you slowly come to your feet, and then he grabs you by the ear, marches you back to the front door, and right before you walk inside he turns to the crowd and says "hopefully she learned her lesson." As you walk inside, you hear an older woman remark, "This gives me hope, you know. I thought no one knew how to deal with a woman when she's being a brat anymore..."

You're marched into a corner, told in no uncertain terms to keep your hands on your head, and the family sits down 'more comfortably' in the living room. David asks your mother, "Let me know when you want her to come out of the corner - I know you don't like it when she's there all evening." Your Mom replies, "Oh, thanks for asking, that's very considerate, but she's right where she needs to be for tonight."

51 comments:

  1. Another fascinating concept is the "bridal spanking"
    The bride-to-be is spanked by her father before the wedding ceremony
    And later on the hairbrush is gifted to her new husband by the bride's father to keep his daughter in line

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  2. I recall a friend being unceremoniously hauled off the playground by his irate mother for some reason in front of a large crowd, and subsequent rumors about the spanking he was going to get.

    Five years later in high school, his sister took to wearing black leather boots and tight skirts etc., and asked people to call her Ms. J. I am pretty sure I missed an opportunity.

    - Rosco

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  3. It may be a fantasy but I have read on line more than one account of a naughty bride groom who walked down the aisle with a very warm bum. My wife actually planned to administer her first post marital spanking right after the ceremony before the reception and before we left on a long drive to our honeymoon destination.We departed to our apartment on the pretext that we had some packing undone but actually for the privacy she wanted. Unfortunately our friends invaded before she started and we had to put it off. Ironically we both were so tired when we finally reached our drive destination we had one toast and promptly fell asleep . So no love-making and no spanking on wedding day although she more than made up for it later that week. I still wish it had happened the way she planned it. I suspect stories about being spanked during the honeymoon would make up a pretty long book
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    1. We got married before spanking, unfortunately!

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    2. We got married in December and honeymooned in a mountain cabin. The second day two storms hit. The first kept us in the cabin. The second was Irene’s hairbrush - by far my hardest spanking to date. Delicious.

      Rosco.

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  4. Unf, the effect this kind of story has on me is...noticeable. Imagining both you in the story, or myself in the same predicament have the same stiffening effect!

    I think you’d agree that sense of embarrassment, to be put on display as a punishment feels so sexual, even though it’s it overtly sexual in itself. But being exposed and then having the shame of others see how your body reacts to that embarrassment...obviously a bit more hard to hide for us boys!

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    1. It's so true. That naughty erection betrays you boys even through your clothes.

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    2. Yes Ma’am, It’s so unfair! Not even a chance to get away unnoticed, and it starts the cycle of embarrassed, then turned on because of the embarrassment...and then more embarrassed. Ugh. Guess that’s the weirdly alluring part of thinking about being punished publicly like you described.

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  5. This is one of my biggest fantasies. So humiliating. In my fantasies it is my wife and I am dressed in just a diaper , until that is taken down in front of everyone.

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    1. I think if a husband is very naughty he should expect the front porch treatment.

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  6. It appears the lad in the drawing/cartoon getting spanked for smoking on the porch is also wearing a diaper! I love it! What a great extra layer of public humiliation! I bet he gets a diaper changed right out on the porch after the spanking too. If the neighbours see, I guess it’s his fault for getting in trouble in the first place. Could this be the fate of Julie in the near future? Diapered in public or maybe just in her parents living room?!

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    1. I expect to be diapered next time I tell David to pull into a rest stop so I can pee!

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  7. I think somebody's going to be getting a real-life front-yard spanking from her Daddy real soon...

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  8. I think you’re due for another good one Julie. The full exposure of cornertime and witnesses and at least hearing your spanking if not seeing it.
    Not deliberate bratting, maybe more confessional. “Mommy, Daddy...I need to go wait upstairs in my childhood bedroom please. Would it be ok if you both came up in a little while to chat?”

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    1. Maybe I can ask Sue to do it. She can say that she always strips me for my spankings...

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    2. Not a bad idea to cook something up with Sue like that. She declares to all spectators that you are to be spanked and given cornertime after dinner and that you’ll be bare naked for this.

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  9. You don't recall, this is Jack, who told you that I was taken to the Woodshed, spanked, and had to walk back to the house, bare from the waist down. Visiting my mother-in-law, she knew I was spanked, and I messed up. My wife was going to take me to the bedroom, her mother said the woodshed brings better results. Waling back, a grip on my arm, bare from the waist down, a neighbor lady seeing me was the worse.

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    1. No question what's going to happen when you're marched bare bottom to the woodshed!

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  10. i would say i double dog dare you if you or any female wanted give me a good spanking on front porch or front yard

    there was one letter in penthouse variation a guy was getting a good otk spanking by a female he met wearing blue panties she made him wear

    one point told him if he doesnt stop strugling she going take him out to balconey and give him spanking out there (was an apartment building

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    1. A potent threat, especially when he has blue panties around his knees!

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  11. Julie, this post has touched on the ultimate spanking fantasy for me: an over the knee bare bottomed spanking on the front porch. I was a kid in the 60’s at the height of the baby boom. There were many kids on our suburban block, and since spanking was a widely accepted form of discipline, there were lots of spankings. It wasn’t uncommon for an angry parent to spank a kid on the spot outdoors. That happened to me, and I witnessed it happening to other kids too. Bottoms weren’t bared for outdoor spankings, but I still found them excruciatingly embarrassing when I got them—and exciting when someone else did.

    In the privacy of the home, on the other hand, bottoms were often bared for spankings. That was the practice at our house, and I knew from word of mouth that many other homes were the same. Most embarrassing were summertime spankings because hardly anyone had air conditioners back then, so with every window of the house wide open, spankings would be overheard by friends and neighbours. I can remember being intensely conscious of open windows when I got spanked. If there was any doubt that you were getting it “on the bare”, almost everyone had siblings who would happily confirm that detail to neighbourhood kids. Lol. That was embarrassing enough, so the idea of such a spanking being seen as well as heard was mind blowing.

    One day during the summer after grade 3, I went to the house of a school friend on another block. The family in the house across from his backyard had three daughters, one of whom was in our class. We were playing in the back yard when we heard the sound of a loud scolding from the other house. That got our attention. Would a spanking ensue? Sure enough it did, and we could hear everything. Our cute classmate Jennifer was being spanked! I asked my friend whether he thought she was getting it on the bare. He said he was certain of it because he had at various times seen Jennifer and her sisters get bare bottomed spankings in their backyard! I told him I thought that couldn’t be true, but he swore that it was. Who knows? Those were different times.

    At the end of the summer Jennifer’s family moved to a different elementary school district, so I didn’t see her for several years. I met her again when we were in high school. The story about her getting spanked in her backyard came to mind whenever I was in her presence, which made her doubly attractive to me. When we were in grade 11, I got up the nerve to ask her out, and we dated for a while. Unfortunately, I never got up the nerve to trade childhood spanking stories with her. Who knows where that might have led?
    JJ

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  12. I know the story. It's on the Library of Spanking Fiction website, but you have to register to read it. The author is 'etbyrd' who I think writes some of the finest stories around. He depicts the emotional intensity of someone losing their composure better than anyone else I've come across. His protagonists don't get spankings that they just shrug off, they are transformed, their dignity eroded.

    For anyone who might be interested in such a thing, it's worth checking out.

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  13. wow... There have been more than a few times when I've "relieved myself" late at night on the front porch fantasizing that my wife is disciplining me soundly, with no concern for anyone that might hear. In fact, I wish I could go right now and humbly request to be disciplined by her, though she has no interest. It remains one of my many unfulfilled fantasies and also one that is unlikely to ever be fulfilled. What I wouldn't give for a "front porch spanking"!! Lc

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  14. I get switchings on the front porch sometimes, but I am on 25 acres so someone might here me squeal, but from pretty far away. :)

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    1. Even so, I'll bet it's more embarrassing catching it outside like that!

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  15. Ms SJ,

    I woke up this morning thinking of this post and remembering a public spanking of a sort.

    I took an improvisational drama class with maybe 20 others. The teacher was a college student, not a “real” teacher. It took place in the school’s older auditorium where we would quickly rehearse skits and put them on for each other.

    There were two very cute, flirtatious girls named Laura and Tammy who owned matching very short baby doll type dresses. I was always trying to get a peek at their panties, but was too shy to talk to them.

    Twice during the semester they performed a skit with a third girl who played their mother. The girl who played the mother seemed to have at least a partial real disdain for the flirtatious pair in their short dresses perhaps because she wasn’t the cute type.

    During the skit, the mother caught the girls doing something and chased them around the stage with a newspaper spanking them with it. The spanking wasn’t real, but the anger seemed real enough. And the generous glimpses of Laura’s beige and Tammy’s black panties were sublime.

    - Rosco

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  16. I remember being fascinated with spankings as a child, although I dreaded them from my parents. I don't know if a second grader can get turned on at such a young age, but I was with the idea of being spanked by a woman other than my mother (only because that would be reality, which was to be avoided, versus fantasy, which doesn't hurt). Then, one day a friend of mine told me how he'd just gotten a spanking by his beautiful high school aged sister. My interest was piqued and I couldn't stop asking questions. "Did it hurt?" "How many times did she spank you?" "Did she spank you over her knee?" "Did you cry?" My friend started getting irritated after my fifth or sixth request for details. I'm sure I had an erection. His sister was a junior or senior and gorgeous. I had noted she seemed stern at times, which would be expected as the oldest of a large family. I remember being jealous of my friend and wishing I had a beautiful high school aged sister who would spank me to tears when I was naughty. lars

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    1. That's a potent thought at that age, I imagine.

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  17. A day on the lake, learned that when my wife said not to do or else, I should have listened. Swimming, teased her a couple of times pulling down my swim trunks, no one was around. She said best not continue I would regret. I soon found myself across her lap, my swim trunks around my ankles and her hand soundly spanking my bare, wet bottom. I said please stop, others are watching. She told me I should have thought about that. Once the spanking was over, I had kicked off my trunks, went to pick them up, she said to give them to her. I stood facing a tree, and when told we were going home, given a towel and quickly got in the car. Women mean what they say, no matter where, my wife sure does. Oh I did get a hairbrush spanking after we got home.

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    1. I'm sure you deserved it.
      Is this jack? If so, please sign!

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    2. Yes, I sometime forget, sorry, Jack

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  18. I remember open window spankings well.Your other reader was right- no air conditioning at the time and few porches on post-war housing styles.Still a lot razor straps left but used for shaving anymore.You knew which house had them.My friends 16 year old sister got caught with her boyfriend over in the house when dad came home early We heard the saw her getting strapped laying over the bed.If I wasn't a spanko yet that did it for me.Yet, it was terrifying punishment.The strap was so loud and dull sounding and the screams getting more high pitched. Her bottom was a wreck.

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    1. Why do I want to be that girl???

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    2. Because the hot dark room feels erotic.The fear cold. Your grip on the cotton bedspread so tight it bunches up.It feels soft under your bare stomach and thighs.Looking down from above your bottom is quivering and then the loud thud and searing burn. You can't get the strangled "Daddy" out before the next blow forces a high pitched scream out of you.The next lick is worse as you can now hear the strap coming.The warmth between your legs is no comfort yet

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  19. I humbly offer you my blog with 100% real stories with my submissive girlfriend

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  20. So we’ve arrived at another Monday; was your Sunday dinner eventful?

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    1. No Sunday dinner this week. They were at cottage and we were not.

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  21. As a kid in the Sixties I witnessed spankings in the yards around us. Never bare bottom though. My parents didn’t spank but they were in the minority I know. I also witnessed a few indoor spankings, one accidentally that involved a naughty girl getting spanked bare over her mom’s knee when I was 13 and one where I saw a girl getting a spanking on her panties, also over mommy’s knee when I was in high school. In that case her older sister “invited” me being a brat herself. A group of us had gone to the beach for the day and Helen was supposed to be home early for a family thing. Her boyfriend wanted to stay late so she stayed. As I was leaving, and it was already past her deadline, she asked if I could drive her home. All the way she worried that she was going to “get killed” when she got home. I dropped her off and she jumped out of the car and ran into the house. I left and started home when I noticed she had left her purse and beach bag in the car. I turned around and pulled into her driveway, took her stuff And knocked on the door. Her sister Justine who was about 2 years older came to the door. She told me,” Oh come in. Helen is in the family room”. Now, I had been to enough things in that house to know my way around but I could also see the door was closed. Justine led me there, then opened the door while saying, “Helen, you forgot your bag and...oh, sorry Mommy...”. And I got a look at Helen, draped over her mother’s lap, shorts around her ankles getting her bright yellow panties tanned with the a black hairbrush. I blushed and mumbled some kind of apology, Justine giggled and led me out.

    When i next saw Helen a few days later, she was a bit embarrassed, of course and practically begged me not to tell anyone she still got spanked. I tried to make light of it and said I really didn’t see anything. Just sort of heard, Justine was in the way stuff like that. Of course we both knew better.

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    1. Wow! What a great memory! Justine sounds like a fun little minx!

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  22. Whoa! Brilliant ! Would you have a pic or drawing of "grabbed by the ear and marched" ?
    Hugs
    B

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    1. I looked but could not find a good one!

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  23. I have emailed you the only 2 could be ear pulled pics... not great and I edited one...
    B

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