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Growing with spanking in Texas

Getting the girls of my childhood neighborhood to talk about their punishments.

For me, as I suspect is the case with many, my spanking fetish started at a very early age.  I was having spanking related fantasies well before I was at a point in which I was thinking about having sex with girls.  While I was not looking at girls sexually at an early age, that does not mean I did not think about those same girls bending over for a spanking.  Let me be very clear that I do not think the spanking of children is an effective form of discipline and it is a practice that should not take place.  But as a child, I was not aware of the concept of “consensual spankingâ€? between adults.  I did not know that I would grow up and be in a place in which I spank dozens of different girls a month.  The only thing I had to fuel my spanking fantasies was the thought of girls I knew being spanked in their home.

As I have stated in previous posts, I moved from California to Texas the summer before I started Junior High.  While spankings took place in the neighborhood I lived in California, they were not the norm, and if they happened very often to people that I knew, I was not aware of it.  The whole concept was much different in Texas and being spanked or “getting a whuppinâ€? was a common enough occurrence that most kids were not embarrassed by the fact that it happened to them.  It happened enough to all of the kids in the neighborhood that is was just a fact a life and one that they did not hesitate that much to talk about it.  Like most into the fetish I suspect, as a kid I went out of my way to get the various girls in my neighborhood to talk about times that they were spanked.  While always trying to appear uninterested and casual, I pressed them for as many details as I could get without seeming like a pervert.

There was not a single girl in my neighborhood that I talked to, that denied that she was spanked.  While some would not tell me anything about their experiences, they would confirm that they were spanked.  For me, the stuff that childhood spanking fantasies were made of, came from a girl named Traci.  She was a year younger than me, and at the time, I thought she had one of the cutest bottoms I had ever seen.  I was good friends were her older brother, so I had almost daily contact with her.  Her brother loved to embarrass her and would often announce to us that Traci had been spanked the night before.  While it would often make her blush, she would never deny it.  After about a year of getting information about her spankings this way, I began to press Traci in private for more details.  To my surprise, she had no problem not only taking about her punishments, but describing them in detail. 

For Traci, a spanking at home occurred three to four times a month.  Anytime she got in trouble, it involved a spanking.  There were times that extra chores or being grounded were added on top of the punishment, but a spanking was always the first step.  She was most often spanked with a little wooden paddle that her father had made in the garage.  It was really just a wooden stake that her father has sanded the edges for a handle.  The first time I asked her if I could see it, she simply walked up to the mantle in their family room and pulled it down.  As many times that I had been in their house, I had never noticed the little piece of wood that was tucked away behind some family photos on the brick mantle above their fireplace.  It was the first time in my life that I had touched an implement that was designed and used for spanking.  It wasn’t all that big or intimidating, but I had no doubt in my mind that it must have hurt like hell.  Traci told me that it was generally used right there in the family room with her grabbing her knees.  Her mom was the only one that ever paddled her and she stated that she generally got between 5 and 20 swats with it.  I asked her is she cried when she was spanked and her response was “hell yeah, wouldn’t you?â€?. 

Of course I wanted to know if she ever got it on the bare butt and she stated that she had never been paddled that way.  She did explain however, that a couple of times a year when she was in serious trouble, she would be taken to her parent’s bedroom and strapped on her panties, with her pants around her knees.  To me the belt seemed like a step down, not a step up in severity, from the paddle.  She told me that a single paddle swat did hurt more, but that a “session with the beltâ€? was a long and drawn out process that was far worse than any paddling she ever received.  She related that a belt spanking was always for the worst offenses and was generally followed with being grounded for a month or so.  As she described it, she would follow her mom upstairs and be told to lower her pants and bend over the edge of the bed.  She told me that this was not bending over, but more laying over the edge of the bed.  Her mom would then go to the closet and retrieve one of her father’s large Western belts.  While she waited with her pants around her knees her mom would yell at her for several minutes.  After a long lecture the spanking would start.  Unlike the paddle swats which were always spaced out, the belt spanking would be as fast as she could swing and last for more than a minute.  She felt her mom spanked with the belt until she ran out of breath.  Depending on how much trouble she was in, she could expect this process to happen between two and five times.  Her mom would simply catch her breath, lecture a bit more, and then give another painful flurry of strokes with the belt.  She estimated that her worst one had probably involved 4-5 separate applications of the belt, spread out over close to 45 minutes.  She guessed that over the course of that entire punishment that she was probably smacked close to 150 times with the belt.

I am not sure what happened to Traci, she moved away when I was sixteen, but I will always remember the first girl to really fuel my spanking fantasies.  I can only hope that somewhere she is still baring her bottom for a very lucky husband.  While there were many girls in my neighborhood that were spanked, only Traci would give me a blow by blow account of her experience.  If it helps at all, there was never a spanking that she was given that she did not feel she deserved. 

Posted by Michael Masterson on 01/02 at 07:32 AM in True Accounts Descriptions of real life punishments. Please note that we find the spanking of children to be a dangerous and ineffective form of punishment. This category is only offered to explore the various forms of spanking that people endured growing up.


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