The following true story took place in the summer of 1984, when I was nine years old. My parents had divorced two years earlier. Since then, I had lived with my mom in New England, and had spent four weeks every summer with my dad at his home in Georgia.
My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie.
On the first day of my visit, we all hit it off great. Kate was very nice to me, and Denise and Kristie were a lot of fun to play with. Moreover, I thought Kate very pretty, and developed a crush on her almost immediately.
On the second day, things took an unexpected turn, while we were all at a neighbourhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Kate and Dad sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us.
After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!”
Without saying another word, Kate walked over, grabbed Kristie off the jungle gym, and carried her to the picnic table. As Kristie kicked and screamed, Kate pulled her over lap and began spanking her very hard on the seat of her jeans. She spanked her for about 30 seconds, during which the little girl cried and wailed the whole time.
When the spanking was over, Kate told Kristie to sit on the picnic table bench until she stopped crying. She also informed the girl that she would have some time standing in the corner when we got home.
I was amazed. I had been spanked by my parents and my aunt before, but those spankings were always done in private. I had never seen or imagined a grown-up giving a child an over-the-knee spanking in a public setting like that. Although there was no-one else using the playground at the time, I’m sure that people driving by on the road must have noticed.
In the weeks that followed, it became clear that this was not an isolated incident – Kate was an old-fashioned spanking mom. Her kids got sore bottoms any time they stepped out of line – talking back, telling a fib, leaving toys on the floor.
With my mom, spanking was a last resort, to be used only for exceptionally naughty behaviour. But for Kate, spanking was the go-to discipline. I probably got spanked two or three times a year, but it seemed like Denise and Kristie got their bottoms tanned more than two or three times in a week.
What’s more, for Kate, being out in public never stood in the way of administering corporal punishment if she thought it was needed. If there was no place for Kate to sit down, she would simply grab the offending girl by the arm and give her a few quick spanks while standing. But if there happened to be a chair or a bench nearby, the naughty child would be taken over the knee and spanked for all to see.
In the next few weeks, I saw Denise and Kristie get spanked during trips to the grocery store, the mall and the movie theatre, as well as the playground. Interestingly, neither of the girls seemed to feel any sense of embarrassment about it. They talked about their spankings very matter-of-factly, and did not think it unusual to be spanked in front of strangers.
Despite being a stern disciplinarian, Kate was also a very loving mom. She showered her daughters with hugs and kisses, liked to play and joke around with her them when they were being good, and comforted them after they had been punished.
Kate also took quite a liking to me. She was very warm and motherly to me, which only made my crush on her grow stronger. I began to imagine what it would be like to be spanked by her. I would lie in bed at night and replay in my head the times I had seen Denise or Kristie being spanked – but substituting myself as the naughty child.
I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me.
In the end, I decided that my daydreams about being spanked by Kate would have to remain just that. However, everything unexpectedly changed during the last week of my visit. On a day that my dad was working, Kate took Denise, Kristie and myself out for a picnic in the park. We had a good time, then headed back to the car to go home.
When we got to our vehicle, Kate suddenly realised she had left something back at the picnic site. She told us to wait in the car while she went back to get it. While we waited, I noticed a bottle of soda on the floor which I had been drinking from earlier. I picked it up, opened it, and took a sip. Denise asked for a sip, so I handed it to her.
Then Kristie wanted some, and grabbed the bottle away from Denise. I said ‘hey, that’s mine’ and tried to grab it back from Kristie. Soon we were all grabbing at the bottle and trying to pull it away from each other. You can probably guess what happened next – the soda spilled all over the back seat, making stains everywhere.
When Kate got back, rage flashed in her eyes and she asked angrily: “Who did this?” Kristie, who had been trained to never lie when she did something wrong, lest she make her spanking worse, said: “We all did. We were fighting over it.”
“Get out of the car!” Kate ordered. “Go and sit on that park bench while I try to clean up this mess and don’t you dare move from that bench!”
We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach.
When Kate returned from the car, she pointed at me and Denise and said: “You two – stand over there.” She pointed to a spot nearby. We quickly stood and moved to the place indicated while Kate sat down next to Kristie. The mother patted her lap, and Kristie immediately complied and went over the knee.
Without any ceremony, Kate began spanking Kristie’s bottom, hard and firm. After about 20 slaps, Kristie was sent to stand near where we were, and Denise was called over. Over her mother’s knee she went, and received about 30 quick hard smacks on her behind.
When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time.
When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day.
On the walk back to the car, I noticed that we were getting some curious looks – and a few grins – from people walking by who must have witnessed our punishments.
That night, as I was lying down and getting ready to sleep, Kate walked into my room and sat on my bed. She said to me: “You’ve heard me tell Denise and Kristie that I spank them because I love them, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well, now you know that I love you too.” She kissed me on the cheek.
A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Kate and my Dad sat all three of us kids down and made an announcement – they were getting married.
I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart.
Contributor: Mike