Mr. Daniels' Severe Childhood Spankings

As you read from my previous blog entry, Mr. Daniels!, a world-famous spanking top, known as Mr. Daniels or Coach, introduced himself to me and we've been corresponding. Turns out, Mr. Daniels was well-spanked by his Grandma growing up!

Mr. Daniels shared with me some of his childhood influences and has graciously allowed me to share them with you as well.

For a bit of pertinent background, Mr. Daniels' father was absent, and his Mom had to spend the work week away from him, therefore he was mostly raised by his Grandma and his step-Grandad. He grew up in a rural area in Colorado, I believe.

Regarding his origin story, Mr. Daniels says:

I certainly developed this fetish at an early age, and I was always a bottom for years. I was a really naughty kid and was raised and disciplined (last switching was at 16 for stealing change from our golf course soda machine) primarily by my Grandma. I have some real life accounts of punishments from her that I fondly reflect back on. That might sound weird, but you know how it gets sexualized later.

I do know. I was mildly spanked by my Dad as a very little girl, and while it was not at all sexualized at the time, my memories of it have become totally sexualized, to the extent where as a grown woman I actually fantasize (and orgasm from) thoughts of my real Dad spanking me today. I think this is the germ of all my submissive spanking fantasies and activities

I wrote back to Mr. Daniels and asked if he could elaborate on his childhood spankings and if I could publish them. He agreed and wrote back.

I was a bit of a hell-raiser and naughty kid. I love both my Grandma and Mother for providing the discipline they did. I needed it. There are two really memorable spankings, both after puberty so I am sure they are more ingrained.

Before I relay the events, I once overheard them talking about spanking. My Grandma was the expert. "Be sure and always use the hairbrush or switch, you don’t want the kids fearing your loving hands, and be sure and spank them hard and give them a tomato bottom that leaves them bawling."

All spankings for as long as I can remember were on the bare, how else could you tell if you achieved the "tomato bottom" right? Further, when Grandma would announce the spanking and to get ready, in her house that meant remove your pants, underpants and socks. Then you were to stand in the corner of the bedroom and wait for your impending doom.

Oh my gosh! Hairbrush or switch. Tomato bottom. Leave them bawling. Completely bare below the waist. Corner-time before. By a no-nonsense older woman. And right up to age 16!?! I'm getting excited here.

Here's the first incident he recounted.

Age 14 – At high school looking under the stall in the girls' bathroom

This was a bad one. I was just fascinated by girls' privates back then. Well, I got caught trying to catch a look and the shit hit the fan. Spanking at my high school was allowed - 6 swats over jeans with a wooden paddle by the Assistant Principal. Before you could be paddled, they would call the parents and ask permission. Of course it was granted and I knew I was in all kinds of trouble. I slowly rode my bike home from school and was met at the door by Grandma holding her clothes brush...

Ok, you know you're in trouble when she's holding the clothes-brush. Clothes-brushes aren't like hairbrushes, they anticipate a whole new level of pain!

Long story short, she informed me I was to be spanked every day after school for a week. The incident was on Friday. I heard her call my Mom who said she would be coming over the mountain for the weekend to talk with me. Unbelievably, there was no spanking over the weekend, just being grounded and sent to bed without supper and endless scolding. 

But on that Friday, before my Mom came, I really got a hard spanking with that clothes brush. The sting from that thing is hideous. I actually still have it. These were OTK, with arm pulled back and leg wrapped over the thigh’s affairs, and I would be begging and bawling for it to stop.

Somewhat like this, minus the leg?

Then corner time, hands by sides until she said it was OK to come out. A hug and "I really wish I didn’t have to spank you, but I do it because I love you" and it was over. The next Monday all I could think about all day long was the spanking awaiting me. By the end of the week, I remember seeing deep bruises all up and down my cheeks and top of thighs. I earned every bit of those.

Phew, what a punishment. I can only imagine getting an OTK bare-bottom clothes-brush spanking to bawling. And then having to dread it and endure it right after school every day for a week. How could you ever concentrate in class, sitting on your increasingly sore butt, day after day, knowing your spanking awaited you as soon as you got home? I'd be crying and begging going into the front door before that schoolday's spanking starts even. And having each session capped off by sobbing bare-below-the-waist corner time, hands glued to your sides. And if you're a boy, knowing your genitals will be bared and flopping around across Grandma's lap as she blisters your ass to ripe tomato red each time. How utterly humiliating. How utterly effective.

Age 16 – Golf Course Soda Machine Robbery

This was the last physical punishment I received from Grandma. It didn’t matter an ounce to her about my age and that I had pubic hair etc. I was just a naughty boy in her eyes. 

The incident happened at the local municipal golf course where I would practice hitting golf balls. When I was walking back to the concessions stand, I noticed the guy who fills the soda machine had left out the coin box. I thought about it for a minute, then temptation took over and I dumped the coins in my golf bag. Not too smart. The coins made all kinds of noise when I walked and it was not very long before I was busted. 

The golf pro said he can either call the sheriff or call my parents to deal with this. Well, Grandma was called and she drove her pickup to the course to come pick me up. My head was spinning. She talked to the golf pro, and I was banned for the summer. She came out and told me to load my bike in the back. The drive home was horrible. She didn’t say a word until she pulled into the drive. 

When we got home she informed me I stunk and needed a shower, and to not bother getter dressed, but to stand in the bedroom corner. My bedroom was on the lower floor of a tri-level, so it had windows. I saw Grandma walk to the irrigation ditch that was on the lot that also had very nasty switches growing on the banks. I watched her pare those switches down with her trusty fishing pocket knife and try them out. I knew I was in deep shit seeing that.

Oh no. In very, very deep shit indeed. I can only imagine the shame and anger from his Grandma who had raised him in that community. And now it was known he was a petty thief. On the other hand, I think it takes a few experiences like that to make us good people.

I remember once shoplifting some makeup as a young teen. My Mom saw the makeup and asked me where I got it. I told her I had found a $20 bill on the ground and had used that. She asked me to show her the receipt. I said I had thrown it out already and she could dig through the garbage if she didn't trust me. She should have given me such a smack for that! Even though I was lying, I was indignant that she did not trust me. I could see in her face that she did not believe me, and she just looked so disappointed in me. I made a show of storming off, to preserve some dignity, but I felt horrible and incredibly guilty. I vowed to never, ever, do anything like that again, and I didn't. But boy oh boy I should have been spanked to tears for that, like Mr. Daniels is about to be...

It was a good 30 minutes before she came in. She had three switches in her hand, she grabbed me by the arm and bent me over the brass bed frame for a rather lengthy lecture.

So I'm trying to picture this. He's completely bare from his shower and has spent thirty minutes nose-in-the-corner knowing he was going to be switched, and knowing it would be really bad.

And then she comes in and pulls him out of his corner. Remember, he's completely bare. A 16-year-old boy, bare as a baby in front of his Grandma. And then she bends him over the brass bed rail. Those brass bed rails are pretty high.

Do you understand the implications for a young man to be bent over a thing like that, fully nude? I have certainly experienced being scolded in a position like that as a woman prior to my spankings, and it's so incredibly embarrassing!

You're not just "bending over", you're jackknifed over. The jackknifing is what causes the spreading of the cheeks and is what elevates the anal anatomy.

I can only imagine young Mr. Daniels' little bumhole was on full humiliating display for the entire lengthy duration of his lecturing and scolding. Possibly his penis and testicles as well, between his legs.

Grandma concluded that she planned on using all of the switches until broken. She walked over and opened every window and blind so anybody walking by could hear. It was dreadfully hot in the summer there.

Did she do that only because it was hot, or as an extra object lesson for him? He embarrassed her in front of the entire community. Was this the punishment fitting the crime? Would passersby hear his cries as he was being soundly thrashed? Could some even see through the open window from afar the naked boy thrashing under his Grandma's switch? Very possibly.

She told me to "take it like a man" and expected me not to move. I could cry but I couldn't move or put my hands back. This, without a doubt, was the worst switching of my life. She switched me from the top of my butt to mid-thigh. If I moved or tried to reach back, she switched my calves. The switches would wrap something awful which really made me try and bear down and "take it like a man". That is still a trigger phrase for me to this day. True to her word, she didn’t stop until all three switches were broken.

Imagine getting the worst switching of your life with the first switch, and then realizing you're only one third of the way through, and for all you know the remaining two switches might be sturdier still (none of them would have been frail, Grandma would have made certain of that). 

There was no hug or "I love you" afterwards. I had truly disappointed and embarrassed her in the community. She left me laying over the cold bed-frame. When I got up to look at myself in the mirror, I had many vivid red and slightly bleeding weals.

I then noticed myself getting hard!

And a spanko is born!

If you need an image to go along with the switching, here's a couple of my husband's backside after a thorough switching, though Mr. Daniels' seems worse.

Thank you for sharing, Mr. Daniels!