Growing up, I was no stranger to the paddle or the belt. My brothers and I got it quite often when our parents felt we needed it. However, at the age of 15 1 2, I thought my days of getting spanked were over. At that time, I hadn't been spanked for about six or seven months (since I was 14). And there was the time shortly after I turned 15 when I got into trouble and I fully expected my mom to give me a whipping. But to my great surprise, she just grounded me instead. So I assumed I was past the age of getting spanked anymore. Boy, was I wrong!
My younger brother, Todd, and I had just gotten into trouble and Mom told us we could expect our punishment later that night (she was playing the waiting game). After supper, Mom told me to go take my bath. When I finished mine, Todd was to get in and take his bath. This was standard procedure in our house.
I got done with my bath and was standing in the bathroom drying off when Todd came in and got undressed and ready to get into the bathtub. We started talking about our impending punishment that we were sure to get later in the evening. I was completely naked, still drying off and Todd had stripped down to his underwear ready to get into the tub. The bathroom door was shut, but not completely; it was opened ajar. I was bragging to Todd that he would surely get a good hard spanking but that I would only get grounded because I, at 15, was too old for Mom to spank anymore. But since Todd was only 13, he had a good year and a half left of getting his bottom tanned when he was bad.
No sooner had these words came out of my mouth when my mom rounded the corner and opened the bathroom door. She had heard every word I just said. She didn't say a word to either of us. She just gave me a look like "you're gonna get it now" and she headed back toward the kitchen. Neither Todd nor I said a word to each other, but we both knew exactly what was gonna happen next. Mom kept the paddle in the kitchen closet and we knew she'd be right back with it and that I was gonna get it good. All I could think of was "I guess I'm not too old for a spanking."
Just then, Mom came back into the bathroom with her paddle in hand. It was a wooden paddle about an inch and a half thick that said "Board of Correction" on it. She grabbed me by my arm, turned me around and gave me five good whacks on my bare bottom. I was still completely naked and I dropped my towel on the floor as she was swatting me. Todd, by this time was naked too and just stepping into the tub. Mom had a strong grip on my arm as she pulled me out into the hall and marched me to my bedroom. We have a long hallway which passes three bedrooms. My room is at the very end of the hall. With every step, Mom gave me another swat with the paddle. Step, Swat, Step, Swat, Step, Swat, until we got into my room.
As soon as we entered my room, Mom said "bend over and grab your ankles, young man." By this time, I had already started to cry. I knew she was mad and I knew she meant business so I wasn't about to argue with her. I complied by grabbing my ankles. She gave me about 10 very hard and very fast swats right on the center of my bare bottom. I was crying pretty good by then and at that point, I fell down on my floor. She didn't stop though. I had my knees up to my chest and my head down on the floor, therefore my bottom was sticking up as she continued to spank me. She gave me about 10 more swats in that position.
Then she stopped spanking me and told me to get up and to lay face down, on my bed. I laid down and tried to bury my face in my bedspread as I was crying very hard by this time. My rear end was on fire! I was sure hoping it was over. Mom told me not to move and she left the room. I didn't dare move. I just laid there and cried with my bottom flaming hot.
About a minute later, she came back into my room with "the belt" in her hand. My parents kept the paddle in the kitchen and "the belt" in their bedroom closet. This was a black thick leather belt, known to us boys and "the belt" because it was only used to whip our bottoms with; no one ever wore it.
Mom told me to spread my legs apart. She doubled the belt over and began whipping my already red and soar bottom again. After a few swats across my bottom, she started whipping my legs, just underneath my bottom. Because my legs were spread apart, she positioned the belt to where when she whipped me, it would wrap around my legs so it would sting the back and inside of my legs. First she gave me 10 swats on my left leg, then 10 on my right. Then she gave me four more swats straight across my bottom again. My entire backside was stinging so bad. I was crying uncontrollably by now. I didn't beg for her to stop cause I knew that would do no good and might even get me more swats, so I just screamed and crying like a little baby.
When she finally stopped whipping me, she told me "not to move until I come back." She asked me if I understood her and I had to answer with a "yes, ma'am" through my sobs and tears. As I lay there on my bed, still completely naked, my entire backside throbbed with pain. This was by far the worst whipping I had ever gotten in my life.
Mom came back into my room about 10 minutes later, this time without the belt. I was still crying hard, but had stopped screaming like I had been. I was still in so much pain though.
She then told me to stand up. I stood up very slowly. My face was drenched in tears and was almost as red as my backside was from crying so hard. Normally, I would be extremely embarrassed to be in this naked position in front of my mother, but at this point, I really didn't care. My penis was just hanging there as I stood in front of her and I felt no shame. I was too upset to care. I hadn't noticed before, but she had left the paddle sitting on my dresser. She picked it up, sat down at the end of my bed and then told me, "Now I'm going to put you across my knee." She grabbed a pillow and set it on her knees. Then she took me by my arm and forced me to lie down across her lap, making sure my penis was lying right in the middle of the pillow. She held my back down with her left hand so I was in a bent position again, with my fiery red bottom sticking up. I had never stopped crying yet and then she started paddling me straight across my bottom again. On the very first swat, I started screaming with my cries again. It was terrible. I was beginning to think this was never gonna stop. She gave me another 10 very hard swats with that wooden paddle on my bottom, then 10 more on the underside of my left leg, then 10 more on my right leg. I was squirming around on her lap while screaming and crying, but I knew better than to jump off her lap cause that would just cost me more swats. She gave me 5 more swats on my left cheek, then 5 more on my right cheek.
Finally, she stood up and made me stand up too. She told me to lie back down on my bed on my tummy. I thought she was gonna whip me some more, but she just told me not to move until she came back again.
I can't tell you how much my bottom and legs were throbbing by this time. I just laid there and sobbed. She let me lay there for about 20 minutes when she came back into my room, this time with my brother Todd following her. She made him come in with her. By this time, I had stopped sobbing, but was still whimpering and still had tears rolling down my face. She told me to stand up. I did and she made me turn around to show Todd my extremely red and whipped backside (of course, he already saw it when he first came in my room when I was still laying face down on my bed). She asked Todd, "does this look like this child has been whipped?" Todd answered with, "yes, it does." She then said, "I don't think this child is too old for a spanking, do you?" Todd said, "No, he's not." Then mom asked me, "Paul, do you still think you are too old to get a spanking?" I answered with "no, ma'am." Then in a more stern voice, she said "I had better NEVER hear you say you are too old for a spanking again, young man; DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" I started crying a bit harder as I uttered, "Yes, ma'am, I know now that I'm not too big for it." She then picked up the paddle again from my dresser and gave me two more hard swats while I was standing there. I began crying harder. I really hated it that my little brother got to see this. I didn't care that he knew I was getting a whipping (cause obviously, he could hear her spanking me and me crying), and I don't even care that he see's me getting spanked when we get paddled together, but I really hate for him to see me get spanked when he's not getting it too. After all, he's two years younger than me.
After those last two swats, she said "as long as you are living under my roof, and if I think you need a whipping, I will surely give you one. And you'd better never forget it. Is that understood?" Again, through my sobs and tears, I screeched out another 'yes, ma'am."
Then she said, "Now, you lay back down on your tummy and you stay there until I tell you you can get up." I did just as she said. I really didn't want to put any clothes on now anyway because my bottom and legs were so sore. I just laid there with my bottom sticking up in the air as I cried some more. Mom & Todd left the room. She left me there for another 30 minutes. Then she finally came back into my room and told me to get up and get dressed. The whipping was FINALLY over!
It hurt so bad to put clothes over my bottom and legs though and BOY did it ever hurt to sit down! I had to sit on the edge of my chair the rest of the night cause I was so soar.
I found out later on at bedtime that mom did paddle Todd too when he was getting out of the tub. At the time, I was crying too hard myself to hear the spanks and crying coming from Todd in the bathroom. I saw his bottom when we were changing into our pajamas that night. He had very faint paddle marks on his bottom and it was still pretty white. It was nothing like what I had. My bottom and legs were still extremely red at bedtime. He said he only got about 10 swats total.
Although I didn't know it at the time, this was the last spanking I ever got. I never said I was too old for a spanking again though. There were a few times later on, and one time in particular when I was 17, when I had done something bad and I really thought mom might paddle me again. She didn't, but I always remembered this particular whipping as being the hardest and longest whipping I ever got.