Like many boys growing up in the 50s, I was used to getting the slipper from my father when I was naughty. It hurt, but was not too bad.
When I was 11 years old, I went through a period of wetting my bed. It was then that my mother told my father that I should be punished more severely. She stripped me naked, held me over a stool and told my father to give me six of the best on my naked bum.
My father was always tired after a hard day’s manual work but he reluctantly took the belt to my backside and duly gave me six strokes – but to be honest, they were not that hard.
This infuriated my mother. She ordered my father to hand her the belt and hold me down, and when he did so she leathered me herself, belting me really hard.
Afterwards, she took me to the bathroom and gave me a bath. After she had dried me off, she took into the lounge, where she laid me down, still naked, on the settee and got a nappy to put on me. This was the old cloth type of nappy that had to be secured with safety pins.
Well, even at 11 I was still quite used to my mother seeing me naked but having to walk to my bedroom in just a nappy while my father and sister looked on was very embarrassing.
I had to wear a nappy to bed for weeks and even after that, my mother would often come into my room late at night and have a feel to see if I was wet or dry. If I had wet the bed, she would give me another very thorough beating with the belt, followed by a cold bath.
From that time on, she told my father that in future she would take care of my punishments, as he often had to work away from home.
Whenever she decided to punish me, mother always took me to my room, where she stripped me naked, put me over her knee and gave me at least six hard belts. I had numerous sessions like this over the years until I was nearly 19 and went away to college.
I remember vividly, when I was 13 and going through puberty, that I started getting erections when lying over mum’s knee. On one occasion I thought I had peed on her leg but once I was older I realised this was actually pre-cum.
Of course, I eventually got too big to go over her knee, so mum got me to lie on the bed with my feet on the floor. This meant my bum was higher up and easier to beat. She started to beat me harder and harder and I know she was enjoying this.
Whilst I was in extreme pain, I must admit I was also getting a strange kind of pleasure from these beatings myself, and as I got older, in a peculiar way I began to actually look forward to them.
Obviously this was many years ago and boys today don’t receive beatings like this – but I would say they don’t know what they’re missing.
For all I suffered lots of pain, I actually loved my mother stripping me naked and spanking me. I enjoyed her seeing my penis as it grew bigger, and she took a keen interest in my physical development. Looking back, those discipline sessions were intimate and naughty on both sides.