Back when I was 11 years old, I spent some time on holiday with my uncle and aunt in London. During my stay, I was taken to church on Sunday mornings.
This particular morning there was another young family sitting in the pew in front of us, with a daughter roughly the same age as myself. After a while, it was clear that both of us girls were bored rigid by the service. She began to look back and smile at me, and eventually we both started messing around and drawing messages with our fingers in the dust on the pew between us.
This came to an abrupt end when the girl’s father noticed what was happening. He was quite a serious-looking guy, and ordered his daughter to turn around and behave herself.
However, a little while later the girl turned around again and we both giggled. Her father whispered in his wife’s ear, then stood up, firmly took his daughter by the arm and marched her outside.
It was a quiet part of the service, and I could distinctly hear what was going on outside the church. I heard the girl saying: “No, daddy – please don’t!” The appeal was quickly followed by the distinctive sound of her father’s hand smacking her bottom, which was obviously bare from the sharpness of the sounds. This wasn’t just a quick smack – the father must have spanked his daughter around 30 times. Naturally, she was sobbing bitterly by the end of the chastisement, and everyone in that church clearly heard what was happening.
The girl must have been put in the family car after the spanking, because not long afterwards he re-entered the church alone. I found the experience shocking but also secretly thrilling, and I remember a funny feeling between my legs.
That wasn’t the end of the matter. When we got back to our own car after the service, my uncle told me that he was shocked and disappointed by my misbehaviour. “You deserve to have your pants pulled down and your bottom smacked,” he told me, “and that’s exactly what will happen once I get you home!”
All the way home I prayed my uncle would change his mind, but sure enough as soon as we arrived home, I was sent up to my room to wait for him.
After letting me stew for about half an hour, my uncle came up to my room. He gave me a long lecture, then ordered me to stand up, taking my place sitting on the bed.
He drew me towards me and his hands went up my dress. I felt his thumbs in the waistband of my knickers, which were quickly pulled down to my ankles. Then I was put over his knee like a baby and the back of my skirt was lifted to reveal my bare bottom.
My uncle had a hard hand and spanked me thoroughly until I was in floods of tears. Afterwards I was told I ws to stay on my bed for the rest of the day and think about my behaviour. I was so embarrassed, and my bottom hurt every time I sat down for the next three days.
Contributor: Sophia