This is a very old memory from the summer of 1960. Most people reading this will not recall -- or perhaps been alive then. My best friend and I turned 14 tath summer. We had birthdays the same week. We celebrated them enroute. I was with my best friend and his and his mom and dad and grandma enroute to California from Minnesota. It was a great experience
I loved my friend Larry's family and had enjoyed alot of my growing up with them. That summer they asked me to go with them on a trip to California. I was thrilled.
I knew they were a little bit rougher than we were. Maybe it was something I liked about them. Had I thought about it, and I did not, I would have said Larry got spanked a lot more than I had. I really did not know that he still got spanked, but it would not have been a surprised.
During the trip, we camped along the way. Karry's family had a rare talent, I have never known otehrs who had thsi talent. They could find ginseng. They successfully hunted it. During the trip, when we made camp one late afternoon, Larry's parents and grandma went hunting gingeng. We knew they would be gone a while and we also loved cars and knew how to drive. The Kalsers drove an old Nash. It was a big heavy old car and we wanted to take a drive in it. And so we did. We did not plan that the car would be in a slightly different place when we returned. Moreover, we did not realize the grass would be down in the places we drove the car toward the road. It all came crashing down on us! It lead to the most memorable spanking of my life.
When his family returned-- they of course saw we had driven the car. They were furious. We were scolded but trouble was only beginning. Finally we were told to cut a switche-- a new experience for me, but not for my friend. We cut the switches and returned. I feared I might be paddled, but somehow I thought they might not paddle me. I realized at once Larry was familiar with getting his butt paddled, He quickly handed the paddle to his mom, dropped his pants and underwear and bent over in front of her. She paddled his bare butt hard-- he was doing all the spank pleas. Larry was a much bigger, and physicaly more mature guy than I was that summer. But he took the paddling like he was 5. It was long and painful. I was in shock, sort of not beleiveing what was about to happening to me, but knowing that in fact my bare butt was next.
Whe she was through, Larry rubbed his butt and literally jumped around. It was my turn. All she said was, "Carl" I was so totally embarrassed, I had never been spanked my anyone else but my parents, and that had not been often, nor had it happened for a couple yrs. You would think I had the modesty of a saint- I walked in front of her, and pulled my pants and underwear down-- not only to her but to his dad and grandma. She used the switch to spank me, no less or more than Larry. It hurt and I made the same spank pleas. I was totally humiliated! It is odd to think of it now-- the pain was bad, the shock was total. More than anything else I recall I hated having to show my bare butt to Larry's mom-- and I had to -- getting redder and more sore with every stroke. My butt was out there. As I look back so many yrs later, the sight of my 14 yr old butt would have been nothing-- not to Larry's mom or anyone under the sun!- to me-- was so important! It was all important-- my bare butt getting spanked--not by Larry's dad, but my his mom! If his dad had taken us apart and spanked us-- it would have hurt; but him seeing my naked butt would have been nothing. he had seen me grow up and had seen all of me at times in those yrs. His mom was something different entirely!
We had to stay inside the tent for a while. We only stayed til we sort of got ourselves together. It amazed me -- how quickly things returned to normal in their family life that night. We got to go swimming and later played cards. Larry and his mom were joking and laughing with each other. In that experience, I realized my freind still got his bare butt spanked and thought so little of it, that once the experience was overg-- he and his mom could return to an easy casual relationship very quickly. I was as surprised at that aspect, as I had been at the spanking. I was left, that night, half thinking Larry had a good attitude about what had happened, and another part of me that kept saying-- I just had to show my bare butt to an adult woman!
It was a bad experience, but also an entry into challenges of adult life. I had to do something difficult but then it was over, and I was in the company of very loving, and very fun people. To keep thinking about my embarrassment- -would ruin a great trip. In that evening, I had to make the transition toward making the best of a bad difficult situation and still enjoying a trip of a lifetime. I chose ot enjoy. It was for the rest ofthe trip- a great experience. It was the only spanking. Mrs Kelser has now lived out a full life having seen and spanked my very bare and very skinny 14 yr old butt. I have had many other experiences in which I must have swallowed my pride-- and gone on to enjoy life more having had the experience.
I never did have more fun than that summer. I still remember it as so totally enjoyable with one very sore spanking.
This is probablu my only submission, as it is biographical-- and it is the only one of its kind. If you would care to comment, I would appreciate that thank you for sharing an old and real experience.