Hello. I was raised in the 50s and was spanked by my dad at age 14. Nowadays, this seems very old, but in 1958, it was not all that unusual. In any event, I knew that some of my friends were still getting it once in a while.
But I hadn't been spanked since I was about 10 or 11. I figured they were a thing of the past. But I guess I sort of asked for this one. I had been seen smoking by a neighbor who told my parents. They decided not to punish me, but to explain the dangers of smoking and convince me how bad it was to do. My father said he was treating like an adult and expected me to fulfill my promise not to do it again. Then he said, "If you smoke again, and prove I made a mistake in trusting you, you're going across my knee.....do you understand!? ...and it will be with your pants down!!!" I remember his words exactly, even after all this time.
Well, I did it again and was caught at school. The principal told me to tell my parents and bring a note back from them so he could be sure I really told them. That whole day was awful. During the rest of the school day, I kept trying to figure out how I might avoid the spanking he had promised me. Maybe he was just trying to scare me and he wouldn't really do it. My stomach was cold the whole time.
Finally, I got home and waited for him to get home from work. Mom was there but I didn't tell her. I don't know why..guess I was embarrassed. He came home and after about a half hour, I went into their room, took a deep breath, and blurted out, "I got in trouble at school." I figured once I said that, there would be no turning back.
They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Then I said, "I got caught smoking." There, it was out. It was almost a relief. Now it was out of my hands. What was going to happen was going to happen no matter what I did or said.
My father's face slowly turned red. My mom looked down at her knitting. He told me to go to my room and that he would discuss this with mom and be in in a minute. My stomach was like a rock. I might actually get a spanking....with my pants down!!!! It was almost dreamlike. Actually the whole day was like that. I lost all control the second I got caught and everything just kept rolling along without any input by me.
He came into my room a few minutes later....I looked down at the floor. He said I would be grounded for a month and lose my allowance too. Things were looking up. But then he said, "And I'm going to give you a spanking." I could feel my face flush into a bright red. There was nothing I could say. He had already given me a break before....and I was stupid enough to do this again.
He said, "I warned you what would happen if you smoked again...I guess you didn't believe me. Well, lets get this over with....come here and take your pants down." He hadn't forgotten that part of the threat. I took them down to my knees and he pulled me across his lap. Memories of earlier spankings came right back to me. I waited for the first smack, which would mean my underpants were going to stay up. No such luck....he pulled the back of them to just uncover my bottom.
Then he started spanking. The first few really didn't hurt all that much. Not like I remembered the ones before. But he kept spanking...the same pace....until the stinging got much worse. I began to squirm and then to whimper....then cry and yell. It really hurt. I felt like I was 10 again and didn't care if anyone heard my yelling.
He finally stopped and let me cry it out while still over his knee. Then he let me get up off his lap and said.."Just remember, if I hear that you have been smoking again, you'll get the same treatment."