I have just found this site and want to tell you my story I hope its of interest to a few of you.
When I was growing up in the 70's I was always spanked when I had done something wrong. I can't remember the first time but I was still being spanked when I left home at 22. I had a strict even old fashioned upbringing I think ruled by my Step Dad (sometimes I have put Dad in the story because thats what I called him but he was really my Step Dad since I was about 9 years old) . It was painful to be spanked but worst of all it was humiliating to be treated like that and I think eveyone in our villiage knew and quite a few had seen my punishemnts with their own eyes.
My Step Dad mostly did it the same way. On Fridays my Mum would go to Bingo in the town and my Dad would have his friends round in our living room for beer and a chat. If I had done anything wrong during the week that was punishment night for me. After Mum had left I would be called down to the front room. When I was young it would be in my pyjamas, when I was older I would be in my ordinary clothes. And some times, even when I was in my late teens, and when my Step Dad was 'busy' he would put me in my bedroom and tell me to strip completely naked except my socks and slippers before I came down to the living room room 'to save time'. My Step Brothers were never spanked and I always dreaded they, or even worse their friends, would see me walking to the front room with nothing on. Sometimes they did and they would start laughing and shout ' Johns showing us his big prick and balls' and lots of stuff about being spanked and having a red bottom. They were younger than me but they were always in charge which would make me feel even smaller and more stupid.
My Step Dad never seemed worried about my feelings and I was once spanked for answering back at my Step brothers 7th Birthday party. My Mum was away in Hospital and the party was been run by this woman called Joan and her husband (Barry who was one of the Friday night beer friends) and my Step Dad. I was about 15 and I had to take my trousers and pants completely off in front of everyone. That was bad enough having to fumble around while everyone looked at my humiliation. Barry then rolled my sweat shirt up under my arms. He told me how much fun they were having seeing me being ' bought down a peg'. I was then spanked standing up so they could all see my face and my privates. All these boys with eyes like saucers who couldn't belive their luck and seeing an older boy being spanked. My Dad went on for ages until I started crying mainly with the humiliation of everything. He then made me pick up my jeans and pants and give them to Joan and I was then made to stand in the kitchen with my sweat shirt rolled up under my arms so my red bottom was on show while everyone came and went. Some of the boys at the party would come round to the front and point at my penis and say "he's got a big hairy thing" or "Johns showing his dangle willy" then run away giggling. My Dad and Barry didn't stop them I think they even encouraged the boys to say things and to look. It sounds funny but it wasn't. I was 15 and in tears and I couldn't hide anything front and back from anyone and I still remember the deep humiliation to this day. It was a very bad experience and I had lots of nightmares about it afterwards but it was not the only 'bad time' in my upbringing by a long way.
Anyway back to my evening punishments, my Step Dad would then make me tell his friends what I had done. Some times it was quite small things but the punishment would be the same. I never argued even when I was grown up because thats how it was in our house. All the men, and there was usually about 6 or 7, would laugh and joke me about what I had done wrong. "Was I going to cry" they wanted to know? "Oh well if I was determined to act like a little boy I would be treated like one and have a bare bum spanking!" "Surely I was an embarrassed, a big lad like me, having to take my pants down like a 5 year old?" I would then have to pull my pyjama bottoms or trousers and underpants down to my ankles and stand up again. I hated been made to do that. They always seemed to enjoy that and the more embarrassed I was the more they would sort of joke and laugh. It was never quick that bit. I would just stand there and you could see they were all looking at my privates and naked bum. As I got older the jokes became more and more crude. I've got a very large head to my penis and thats what most of the jokes were about. How come I was deformed? How was it going to fit inside a woman, I would have to rub myself off all the time. The only way I could have it was up the bum. There I would stand and about 6 men and my Step Dad would tell me how naughty I was and how really stupid I looked. Sometimes I woud just start crying then.
I would then be hauled over my Dads lap and lie along the sofa as he gave me a spanking. As I was older he would use an old slipper. It was always long and painful and the men sort of encouraged my Step Dad telling him I would always be naughty if I didn't get a good tanning to my bare backside. The more fuss I made the more they would be excited like they were watching some sort of sport. Then I would be hauled up and told to stand on this small stool still with my pants down and my hands behind my head. Then would go on drinking till they got bored and I would be told to go to bed. I am ashamed to say this but sometimes I would get excited, I don't know why but my penis would stand up, sometimes fully right up hard. It was another humiliation to be seen like that by my Step Dad and his mates. If it stood up I would be on show for even longer as they made jokes about me until it went down to its normal size.
Its helped me writing this I think alot about what happened at the moment it was bad at the time but I never think it was abuse but I think he definately got a kick out of punishing me particularly in front of other people.