I used to always like to read 'real-life' spanking stories, so I thought I might share some of the spankings that occur in my family.
I used to be like many of the people reading stories from the archive. I was a spank-o-phile. I enjoyed reading about spanking, imagining it, but I never really acted it out.
That was until my best friend died. And I became the adoptive father of her children.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not a pervert. I would never, ever _s_e_x_ually violate any of my kids and I would kill anyone who did. But, I'll admit it, I enjoy spanking them.
I have three boys--ages 5, 8 and 11-- and one girl--age 4. Their mother died about a year and a half ago. I was close friends with the family before hand so the transition went smoothly.
And they were used to spankings from their mother so it didn't come as a surprise to them that I do the same thing.
There are a lot of spankings in our family, with four rambuctious kids it's not surprising.
But sometimes I have to 'create' opportunities to spank.
Like when my 8-year old accidentally bumped a picture off the wall. It didn't break. Nothing happened. Yet still I spanked him.
But I don't spank to inflict pain. In fact most of my spankings are pretty wimpy.
Here's what usually happens. One of my kids will do something wrong. Let's say it's my oldest this time. I'll strip him naked, put him over my knee and then give him a few slaps on the bottom. Sometimes, I'll stand him up again and slap him a few times on the front of his thighs. I never spank the boys in front of the girl in our family and never in front of company or friends. But the boys are always spanked in front of each other.
Spankings are always done in the nude in our family. And always in front of brothers. After the spanking, the boy being punished stands in the center of the room with his hands on his head. Sometimes this is in the living room, sometimes in the hallway upstairs, sometimes in the boys' bedroom (they all share a room). If company ever comes, I let him get dressed.
I never stay mad at my boys for long. A hug is always soon in coming after a spanking.
Before I go, I've got to tell you a story about Darius, my 11 year old. We were getting home from Wal-Mart and Darius was being a real pain.
"I'm going over to Jamal's," he said.
"Just as soon as your spanking is over." He was surprised because I hadn't given a hint that I was upset about his behavior. He made some smart remark.
"If you want, you can strip right here in the car and I'll spank you right now," I said.
He grudgingly went up to his room and was in his birthday suit when I came up. (His two brothers had of course found an excuse to be up there as well. They had found a good seat atop the bunk bed from which to view the spanking.)
Darius is the most attractive of the boys, with beautiful dark eyes. And for an 11-year old, his _d_i_c_k_ and balls were fairly large, but still hairless (I have learned since the adoption that black boys have far bigger genitalia than white boys at all ages of developement. Even my 8-year old has a fairly long, although very skinny, penis) I turned him to face me (and his brothers) and slapped the front of his thighs a few times as he held his hands on his head. Then I put him over my lap to continue the spanking. He didn't cry and I was soon finished.
I told him that I loved him and then told him where to stand for his 'time out' after the spanking. As I left, I noticed the younger boys on the bed gazing at his penis. My 8-year-old was rubbing himself against the bed very noticeably, and that I suppose could have warranted a spanking, but I decided against it. I suppose I disagree with traditionalists on this--I would rather spank my son for spilling a glass of milk than for masturbating.
Oh well, that's my story. Perhaps after the holidays I'll tell you if there were any interesting spankings that occur. I know there will be spankings. I wouldn't have it any other way.