I grew up in an Irish Catholic family with two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger than myself. My father was a police officer while mother was a stay-at-home housewife.
My parents were very strict and definitely spanked for serious infractions. We were all spanked, usually by Dad, but Mom had no problem putting us over her knee either.
Spankings were typically done in our bedroom or in my father’s den. We would have to wait for Dad, he would come in for a lecture, then he would sit on the bed or chair and we would have to take our pants down and go over his knee for a bare bottom spanking with his hand.
With the exception of my mother occasionally using her hairbrush, our parents never used anything but their hands to discipline us – but they could spank long and hard.
One of my last spankings happened after I and two other boys got caught smoking at school. We were all suspended, and my mother had to come down to the school to pick me up. When she got me back home, she sent me to my room, as she wanted to discuss the situation with my father when he returned home. Now, I was well into my mid-teens and had not been spanked in over a year, so I was unsure about what was going to happen to me. Maybe I would be grounded?
On this particular day, my older sister Liz and her friend Heather had to work on a school project together and were doing it after school at our house. Not only was Heather my sister’s friend but we had started dating. However, since I was in my room, I didn’t see either girl or realise they were there in the house.
My father got home from his shift at about five and both he and my mother came into my room to ‘discuss’ the situation. My mother started lecturing me, saying how disappointed she was. Like a typical teenager, I rolled my eyes at her and said: “Like, whatever…”
That was enough for my father. I still remember his words to this day. “Young man, you have been developing an attitude – and today you are going to get an attitude adjustment!”
Dad yanked me up from the bed, sat down on it himself and yanked down my shorts and underpants. He then proceeded to give me the hardest spanking of my life! I tried to ‘take it like a man’ but ended up crying like a little boy by the time it was over. I was told to stay in my room for the rest of the evening.
The next day, Liz came into my room to say she was sorry what happened and how was I doing? To my embarrassment, she confirmed that both she and Heather had both heard the spanking being given.
Heather herself came over later that day, and came to see my in my room. I was inclined to be bashful about having my bottom smacked within her hearing but Heather was very sweet about it. She gave me a hug and said:“Don’t worry – I got spanked too six months ago.”
Then she said: “Can I see your bum?” I pulled my shorts down, revealing not only my well-smacked buttocks but also the beginnings of a hard-on out front. This blossomed into a full erection as Heather softly rubbed my bottom ‘better’.
Then she took her other hand began to stroke my penis with it. She wanked me gently but firmly and within a few minutes I had ejaculated all over her hand. She kissed me on the lips, and with a wicked smile said: “I hope that helped!”
Heather is now my wife of over 30 years. We raised three children in the same way we were ourselves, with firm spankings when deserved.
Contributor: Jay