Hello, my name is Oliver Murphy. Although I am a fictional person, I am going to tell you about my spanking experiences when I was a young boy. I'll do this with a little help from my author: The Realistic Spanker. This is just the first of what I hope that will be the first of many spanking memoirs.
My stories will mostly contain spankings as a disciplinary action, but perhaps in the future I will tell you about some fun-spankings I had with friends.
I hope that my stories will not only show the spankings, but also the feelings associated with it. For example: if you get spanked together with a friend by perhaps a teacher, it often creates a bond between you and the other victim. I hope I can show you these kinds of feelings.
And of course I'll try to tell my spanking memories as realistic as possible, but still I'll try to get you excited. You'll get to know my home situation as you read my stories.
So sit back and enjoy Oliver Murphy's spanking memories: the disciplinary parts in the youth of a normal, healthy, well brought-up boy.
Although my parents have spanked me on many occasions, the first time I got spanked was on my 10th birthday.
Outside it was raining, most of the guests had already left my birthday party to get home before the weather would get even worse. The only people left in our living room were my parents, uncle Art and auntie Jean and their two children: Jamie (9) and Paul (11), and my little brother Mark, but he was already in bed, he was only 7.
Because I was 10 years old I tried to hang out with Paul, because I felt I had more in common with him than with Jamie. Of course Jamie didn't agree with that, and when we tried to abandon him in my parents bedroom, he started crying. Loud, very loud.
Luckily for me my uncle was used to these situations and he soon calmed Jamie down and asked us to be nicer to Jamie, so that he wouldn't have to punish us.
And so we were nice to Jamie, and as a matter of fact, he was a nice kid too. The three of us played on the attic with my toys for about a half an hour, but then we got bored.
"What shall we do now?" Jamie asked.
"I have no idea" I replied.
"I've go an idea", Paul said, "Why don't we play a wrestling tournament; first Jamie and I wrestle, then Jamie and Oliver, and then Oliver and me."
"Yeah, that would be great" Jamie said, you could see the excitement in his eyes.
"I'm not sure" I said. About two months ago my brother Mark and I played a wrestling match too, unfortunately I played a little to rough, and when I tried to tackle Mark, he accidentally banged his head on the floor. He soon started crying, my mother came up, gave me three swats on my jeans-covered bottoms, and grounded me for a week. The morning afterwards my father forbid both of us to ever wrestle with anyone again, or we would be in for our first real spanking.
"Ah, come on, it'll be great, no one will notice", Paul said.
And in a moment of pure stupidity I really believed that nothing would go wrong and I said those fatal words: "okay, I'll wrestle with you two".
We made some space first, and soon the first battle was about to begin.
"Wait a minute, we've got to look like real wrestlers, so we should wear something that looks like a wrestling outfit" Paul said.
Jamie and I agreed with him, and soon we decided that we would strip down to our underwear, to look like those wrestlers who only wear tight pants when they wrestle.
So the three of us stripped down to our underpants. We all wore white briefs. Actually we didn't look like wrestlers at all: we weren't muscular and we didn't look scary, the only thing that we had in common with wrestlers was that the underpants (though they weren't that tight) revealed the shapes of our bottoms perfectly.
Jamie had a small round butt, Paul's was bigger, and mine was about Paul's size. But Paul's bottom was a little rounder, while mine was more muscular.
So finally the first fight would begin. When I said "start" the two brothers immediately ran towards each other and grabbed each other firmly. For about five minutes they tried to pull each other to the ground, and suddenly Paul tackled Jamie with a rapid move with his leg. Although Jamie fell down quickly his fall didn't make a noise, so we could safely continue. Paul immediately jumped on top on Jamie, and his little brother knew he was defeated, after squirming for a few moments he soon stopped moving, and Paul had won.
But Jamie wasn't discouraged at his early defeat at all; he only got more willpower to defeat me in the next match, but I wasn't going to let that happen.
After Paul said we could start Jamie immediately attacked me, but I quickly moved aside, and when he passed me, I quickly grabbed his arm and with one firm movement I pulled him to the ground. Now the real wrestling began, we both lied there on top of each other (I was on top of course) while Jamie didn't gave up. He wriggled and moved trying to get me off him, but I wasn't weak and continued to hold him as still as possible.
This situation gave me the perfect opportunity to take a good look at Jamie. He had blonde hair and a soft skin. He didn't had any real muscles at all, but he was an energetic little fellow. I felt a strong friendship between us as we were trying to prove who was the strongest, but also were acknowledging the intimacy of our friendship. Feeling each-others wet skin (we were beginning to sweat) and feeling our underpants-covered bottoms rubbing each-others gave us an intimate feeling. Not in an erotic way (though I feel that way now) but in a friendly way.
But then it happened, he suddenly tried to get up and pushed me up, but I immediately pushed him back, and he banged his head extremely hard on the floor. I was sure that my parents downstairs would've heard this: I knew I was in trouble.
Jamie started crying, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and finally the door went open: it was my uncle.
"Oliver, your parents asked me to check on the three of you.... Hey, what the hell is going on in here. Oh, I see, Jamie, Paul, are you boys wrestling again?"
The boys didn't dare to face their father, and quickly nodded.
"I can't believe this, how many times have I told you not to, you are in big trouble boys!"
I realized they already knew they were in trouble.
"Get dressed and get in the car boys, you two are going to get an enormous spanking when we get home. I am very disappointed in you two, this is the third spanking I'll have to give you since I gave you your first real spanking two weeks ago. You can be sure this one will be remembered by the both of you!"
"And you can be sure I'll tell your parents too, Oliver. 'Cause I happen to know that you weren't allow to wrestle either, so you'll get your bottom warmed up for the first time, boy."
I just stood there while he shouted at me, looking at my feet as if my Uncle's eyes would kill me if I would look him straight in the eyes.
And then he went downstairs, shouting at his sons and slapping them when they didn't walk fast enough.
I guess I stood there for another 10 minutes, thinking whether or not my dad would really spank me, or he'd forget the whole thing.
Knock, knock.
"Come in".
My mum entered the room, I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't my dad. But then I saw that she didn't look very pleased.
"Your lucky for now, your father has been drinking so much he's to tired to spank you." "But you can be sure he'll put you over his knee tomorrow morning."
"But mum, it was an accident, we weren't wrestling. Jamie tripped over my toys and when uncle Joe came up, they were to scared to deny that we were wrestling." "Am I supposed to believe that" my mum said, "then explain to me while the tree of you where in your underwear?"
"Well we had to look like real wrestle...." (I wasn't a clever boy.)
"So you were wrestling! That means you have been lying to me when you said it was an accident, Oliver. Now what do you have to say to yourself, and it better be a good excuse, 'cause I am about to give you your first spanking before your father will tomorrow morning, and don't you forget you are still in your underwear!" "So is there anything you can say to make the things you just did, the wrestling and the lying, right?"
"N..n..no, mummy" I whispered, staring at the floor.
"I thought so, now let's get it over with."
My mum wasn't the type of formal punishments, like bending over or counting the swats, so she instantly grabbed me by my ear and pulled me over to the bed. She was a long, slim but strong lady and although she always was good to me, she could act like the devil's wife when I was in trouble.
She sat down on the bed and pulled me over her lap. It took a few moments to get me in the right position, but then the first spank immediately landed on my bottom. Spank!
"Ouch, please mum, don't spank me, I didn't mean to lie to you!"
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Ouch!!!, oh please stop mum, I'll get it from dad tomorrow too, have mercy."
"You....spank....should've....spank....thought of that....spank....before you lied....spank....spank....spank....to me....spank....spank....spank....spank....spank....spank!!!"
Soon I was crying as loud as I used to cry when I was a toddler that lost his toy.
"Oh mum, how can you do this to me when you know I'll get it again within a day. I hate you, I truly hate you!"
She stopped spanking for a moment, I though maybe she felt sorry because I said I hated her, but no.
"Oh, so you've lost your respect for your mother too now, well I'll teach your respect!"
Then she made the humiliation even worse, she quickly grabbed my waistband, and pulled down my underwear and threw it on the floor.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Ouch, I'm sorry mum, I don't hate you, please stop."
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
There I was, lying naked over my mothers lap, while she kept spanking my red bottom like it was a living creature she wanted to knock dead. Whatever I said, she didn't react. It must have been at least another thirty spanks before she stopped.
She lifted me off her lap, stood me up and looked at me for a few moments. Then she grabbed me gently by the shoulders, and then she said:
"I would love to hug you right now, to comfort you and to rub your bottom to make it less painful. But unfortunately I'm to disappointed in you, you not only disobeyed your fathers' orders, but to make it even worse you lied about it when I asked you about it. That hurts me as a mother, Oliver. At that moment I thought I would never be able to trust you again, and I still think that, but as a loving mother I am convinced you will earn my trust by being a good boy for the nest weeks." "And I'll keep spanking you when you're bad, Oliver. 'Cause spanking is my way to remind me you'll have to earn my trust again. And since you've already lied to me, from now on you won't just have to lie to loose my trust, 'cause every bad thing you do will hurt my feelings and make me loose my trust in you. And I'll keep spanking 'till you're a good boy Oliver, do you understand that, honey."
"Yes, mum, I'll be a good boy", I cried. 'Cause what she just said to me hurt me more than a thousand spanks. She told me I hurt her and she didn't trust me anymore. But what hurt the most was that she was disappointed in me, and I was so mad at myself I would've spanked myself if she hadn't done that already."
"Alright then."
And she walked to the door, but just when she was about to shut the door, she turned around and said something to let me know she still loved me:
"I'll talk to your father and ask if he'll wait to tomorrow evening to give you your spanking, that is all I'm willing to do for your benefit in this whole situation.
Then she left
And although I knew I was in for an even more severe spanking, I felt as if that night my mother whipped me with a horsewhip. Not only did I get my first spanking, I got it on my bare bottom, by my mother, who afterwards told me she was disappointed in me. There was no bigger humiliation. There was no bigger shame. There was no bigger pain. At least that's what I thought back then.
To read about what happened the next day, check back regularly to read about the spanking dad was about to give me, and many more spanking stories that will follow in this series. Because I can tell you one thing, a spanking was not a rare thing in our home from that evening on. Not for me, not for my brother, cousins, friends, girlfriends, classmates, babysitters, etc. (And not all of those spankings were given by parents or teachers, if you know what I mean.)
Oliver Murphy, with a little writing help from: The Realistic Spanker.