This memory comes from the early 1960s, when I was 11 years old. Because my father had died early, when I was just eight, my mother was forced to go out to work to keep hearth and home together.
Fortunately, we lived next door to a very nice family whom often looked after me, particularly in the school holidays, as the parents were both teachers. They had two children – Paul was nine and his sister Eve just a year younger.
One summer day, when the windows were wide open, I suddenly heard Paul shrieking his head off, accompanied by a series of sharp clips. I went out into our garden, which had a view of the neighbour’s back window’s, and to my excitement I saw Paul laid across his mum’s knee, pants down and getting his bare bottom very soundly smacked.
He was taken it obediently enough, albeit crying hard, and was obviously used to this treatment. His mum really knew how to spank and punished her son’s bottom for quite a few minutes, until he was finally allowed to stand up and disappeared up the stairs, whence no doubt he had been sent.
Even at 11, I was profoundly aroused by what I saw, and I remember rubbing the front of my shorts as I watched the spectacle, quickly getting a little hard-on in my pants as I did so. Part of me burned to know what being spanked like that felt like.
I resolved to make a plan, and it involved Eve, whom despite the age difference I had something of a crush on. She was very pretty and underneath her skirts and dresses she wore nylon knickers that left little to the imagination when she did handstands, as many little girls of the time delighted in doing.
A few days later, Eve and I were playing at my house when I pulled the trick. I told her I had something special for her and told her to close her eyes and hold out her hand. Giggling, she complied, and it shames me now to admit I got my penis out of my short and placed it in her hand.
When Eve opened her eyes, she screamed with fear so loudly I immediately put myself away again and begged her not to tell anyone. Of course, in my heart and hoped (maybe knew) that she would tell. I could imagine no other punishment than a smacked bottom for such behaviour, but a big part of me wanted it to be Eve’s mum who was doing the spanking.
The next day, my own mother was at work and I was over with the children next door. We hadn’t been playing long together when their mum came into the garden and called me indoors. It turned out that Eve had indeed told. Her mum asked me if it was true what her daughter had said, and I hung my head repentantly and nodded. “Please don’t tell my mum!” I pleaded.
“No Alexander,” she replied. “What you did was extremely naughty and the only possible punishment is a well-smacked bottom, as far as I’m concerned!” “Erm…” The words come out hesitantly. “Couldn’t you smack me instead? I just don’t want my mum to know!”
She looked at me thoughtfully for a few minutes, then said: “Well, all right. But you must take your punishment like a big boy, and give me your solemn promise that you will never do anything like this again. Are we agreed?” I nodded, now a surging mix of shame, fear and excitement.
Eve’s mum sat down on dining chair and placed me to stand in front of her. With practiced hands, she soon had my shorts and pants down to my ankles and she placed me across her knee.
She then began to steadily smack my bare bottom and the tops of my thighs. Despite my promise to take it like a big boy, I did squeal and cry, although looking back the pain level was fairly minor for my age.
Eventually she must have thought I’d had enough and pushed me off her lap. I looked at her and noticed the open mouth and the shocked eyes now looking at my crotch. I followed her gaze down and to my absolute embarrassment I noticed that my penis was pointing up at the ceiling – the combination of smacks to my buttocks and the friction from her lap against my privates must have caused it, I guess.
For a moment, she said nothing and I thought I was about to be given a second helping. But eventually she just blurted out: “Cover yourself up! And get out of my house!” I did as I was told and went straight to my room, where I dropped my pants and looked over my shoulder at the dressing room mirror. My bottom was very red and hot and I still had a very hard willy, and I touched myself as I continued to gaze at my reflection.
Fortunately, my own mum was never told about the incident and she never found out that I had a ‘thing’ about spanking, and still do to this day.
By the next day, things had calmed down a bit. However, Eve confided in me that she had also had a smacked bottom that night, being given hers for playing along with my naughtiness – which did seem a bit unfair to me, even then. We eventually went behind one of the large bushes in the family’s garden and secretly compared bottoms. Eve said mine was much worse than hers, which made me proud in a funny sort of wat.
Contributor: Alexander