In addition to parental punishments, kids are sometimes spanked by someone closer to their own age, most commonly an older brother or sister or a babysitter. In my case, it was my older sister Cathy who introduced me to both the pain and the pleasure of a sound spanking.
Cathy and I were best friends growing up. Some of the guys in my neighbourhood didn’t get along with their older sisters, but she and I were close in age and were each other’s favourite playmates when we were small. As we grew older, we were always comfortable with each other in all the ways that mattered.
One of my clearest memories of my childhood is from when I was about five and Cathy was seven. I was lying face up in her bedroom in socks and a tee shirt and nothing else. Cathy was standing beside me with her panties off. She had already let me examine her below the waist, and was giving my own private parts a careful survey when our Mom entered the room and saw what we were up to.
I was pretty sure we weren’t supposed to be doing what we were doing, and Cathy looked scared. But we were lucky to have very enlightened and understanding parents. Mom just said hi and sat beside me on the bed. “It’s OK, you aren’t in any trouble,” she said reassuringly. Then: “Do you have any questions?”
I don’t remember much of what followed, except that we talked about the differences between boys and girls, and about having babies, and the fact that seeing each other without clothes on was OK in the family, but not around others.
Mostly, I was just relieved to know that we hadn’t done anything wrong by exploring each other’s bodies. As the years passed, Cathy and I never had the hang-ups about the facts of life that many of our friends had. We could talk about sex without being nervous or giggly, and paid no attention to misinformation from poorly-informed older kids. Mom and Dad always made sure we knew the facts—along with a strict code of behaviour and an understanding of why that was important.
Cathy’s best friend of the same sex was Sondra, who lived next door. She was two years older than Cathy. One Saturday, when I was about 11, I came home unexpectedly to find both Mom and Dad out running errands.
A moment later, I heard Cathy and Sondra talking and laughing in our den. Then, to my utter surprise, I heard my sister say: “Please, Mommy, don’t spank me!” In reply, Sondra said sternly: “Come here right now.” It sounded like Cathy was laughing and crying all at once. I was fascinated and approached the den – stopping outside the half-open door so the girls wouldn’t know I was there.
In a serious, parent-like voice, Sondra was telling Cathy how disappointed she was in her behaviour, and that she was going to take her panties down and paddle her bottom to make her behave. In a child-like voice, Cathy begged not to be spanked, and Sondra said she was sorry, but it was necessary. I heard a loud slapping sound and Cathy cried out “Ow! Please stop!” But the slapping continued.
I didn’t understand what was happening. I knew some of our friends were spanked when they misbehaved, but that never happened to us. Getting more daring, I peered through the crack in the door.
Sondra was sitting in the middle of the den couch with Cathy lying across her lap, bottom up. She was in a halter top and knee socks, with nothing on in between, and Sondra was spanking her bum with a table tennis paddle. My sister was crying and begging her to stop. Her bare seat was glowing pink. It looked like Sondra was really hurting her.
I stepped into the room and asked what was going on. Surprised, Sondra gasped and dropped the paddle when she saw me, but Cathy looked around from her prone position and just grinned. “I always knew we’d get caught some day,” she said.
My sister explained that she and Sondra were just playing a ‘pretend’ game, as we had done ourselves when younger. Cathy was acting out the part of a little girl who was being punished for sassing her mother.
Cathy sat up, retrieved her panties and shorts from the floor and put them back on. Sondra looked shocked at having been discovered but Cathy reassured her that it was OK, and that she and I were used to seeing each other undressed. She wasn’t embarrassed at all. Then she turned to me and explained how much she loved getting spanked.
Sondra told me it was fun for both of them. Sometimes they switched roles, but most of the time she liked doing the spanking, and Cathy preferred being on the receiving end.
I must say, I didn’t get it, and wanted to know what was fun about hitting each other. Cathy said it was kind of hard to explain, but she was looking bright-eyed and slightly flushed. She was obviously happy. “Doesn’t it hurt?” I asked, and she said that was the whole point. “If it isn’t real, it isn’t fun.”
I still didn’t understand. Sondra smirked at me: “If you like, Danny, I can show you what it’s like.” I thought they were crazy but didn’t have time to respond, because the next thing I knew, the two girls had ganged up on me and I was face down across Cathy’s lap, struggling to get loose. But with two against one and both the girls older, I didn’t stand a chance.
Sondra took hold of my wrists and pinned my arms to the cushions. I felt Cathy’s hands go to the waistband of my shorts. I thrashed around trying to stop her but couldn’t get free as she peeled both the shorts and my briefs down to my knees. I didn’t care what Cathy saw – that was old stuff to us – but being bare bottomed in front of Sondra was really embarrassing. I kicked and yelled, but it was no use – I couldn’t escape.
Both girls, meanwhile, were giggling hysterically. Cathy began to smack me, and she wasn’t holding back. After a dozen spanks with her hand, she switched to the ping pong paddle, and that really did make me twist and squirm. It was getting pretty darn hot back there. Then Sondra asked to take over, and teased me by saying how much she was going to enjoy spanking such a naughty little boy.
“I’m gonna get you for this,” I threatened them. “Danny,” Cathy said seriously, “Sondra gives really great spankings. You should let her do it – you might just like it!”
Cathy handed the paddle to Sondra, who let go of my wrists. The girls waited to see if I was going to try to escape, and I guess I could have, but I thought about what Cathy said. Anyway, with my shorts and briefs now below my knees, I wasn’t about to stand up and let Sondra look at my privates, so I remained still.
After a few moments, Sondra began smacking my bottom with the paddle – twice as hard as my sister had spanked me. I gritted my teeth as she covered every inch of my seat with sharp stinging blows. She was humming softly, clearly enjoying herself. Since there was no point in struggling, I tried to take it like a big boy.
Cathy wanted another turn and reclaimed the paddle. She trapped one arm behind my back to keep me in place. I began to think differently about what was happening. My seat stung like fire as she walloped me, but I began to realise that it felt good too, because this time it was my sister and my best friend who was spanking me. I trusted her, and being helpless across her lap made it twice as exciting. I looked over my shoulder and grinned at her, and she smiled back. She understood, and we were both happy.
Sondra didn’t see my smile, and was surprised when I didn’t seem to be mad at them. I was embarrassed by how easily she had handled me, but now I understood the game. They had told the truth – getting spanked for real was what made it fun, and having a pleasantly sore bottom afterwards felt great too.
Sondra turned her back to me so I could climb off Cathy’s lap and get dressed again. They giggled and teased me, and I felt my face flush red, so I left the room without saying anything and shut the door behind me.
That night, Cathy told me that Sondra had thought I was a really good sport to let her paddle me. I told her I didn’t think I had any choice, and she said she knew me well enough to know I would probably like it. I admitted that I had, even though I didn’t say so at the time, but that having my sister spank me was the most fun. Cathy and I didn’t keep secrets from each other.
I could tell whenever the girls played the game after that. When Cathy seemed especially happy after coming home from being at Sondra’s house – and somewhat uncomfortable when sitting down on a hard chair – I knew what they had been doing. Memories of the sweet sharp sting of the paddle haunted me, and I realised that I envied her.
One Saturday afternoon, when I was home but Mom and Dad were again both out of the house, Cathy invited Sondra to come over. As they headed for the den, I saw that Cathy was holding Mom’s big wooden kitchen spoon behind her back. Before she closed the door, she turned toward me and slapped the spoon against the palm of her hand, wide-eyed and grinning.
Soon I heard lots of laughter and protests, and threats and pleading, followed by loud spanking sounds mixed with happy cries and squeals. I tried to ignore them by watching sports on TV and reading, but I was too restless to concentrate. I wondered what it would feel like, getting spanked with that oversized spoon. I finally went to the den door and knocked. Someone said: “Come in!”
And I did.
Contributor: Danny