This is a true story of my very vivid recollection of what I can only describe as a ‘demonstration spanking’. When I was in elementary school, one of my best friends was a girl of my own age, Lenore. She was the youngest of a family of girls – no boys.
I knew both Lenore and her two elder sisters, Linda and Lois, very well – the latter were three and five years older respectively than Lenore and I were – we were both seven when this story takes place.
Occasionally, I would tell the girls when I had been spanked, and they were very interested. They said that they never got spanked. One summer I was swimming with them in their pool and hadn’t tied up my Speedos’ drawstring tight enough (Mom usually did this for me, but I brought the suit to their house and changed there myself).
The pool was 4ft deep and above ground. Lenore, Linda, and Lois were in the water, swimming around, when I decided to get out. When I climbed up the ladder my bathing suit slipped down below my butt, exposing most of my buttocks. The girls were only a few feet from me and got a great show, because my mom had severely spanked me the day before and there were still red blotches as proof.
The girls just froze in their tracks, stared at my butt and giggled. I tried my best to pull the suit up but couldn’t because I was still climbing the ladder, so I had to get all the way out and down the other side before I could make myself decent again.
The girls’ mother Kay (I had permission to call her by her first name) was there and saw everything. She came over to me, with a wide smile on her face, and said: “Let me help you, honey.” Then she pulled up my suit and tied it more tightly. At that point I really wasn’t that embarrassed, but the girls were fascinated, as they said they had never seen a spanked ‘tushy’ before.
Later we were in the kitchen having lunch, still in our bathing suits, when Mom came over to pick me up. Mom asked how we all were doing today, and the girls told her what had happened with my bathing suit.
Mom was horrified that I bared my bottom, and talked about my recent spanking – I think she was actually more upset about admitting to spanking me and justiftying the punishment.
Finally, she looked at me sternly and said: “Eddie, I am going to give you a spanking for this!” I assume she meant I was to have my bottom warmed when I got home, but Lois piped up: “Can we watch Eddie get spanked?”
My mom looked a little flustered at this request. She didn’t say anything and just looked across at Kay. She didn’t look flustered at all. She just told my mom: “The girls have never been spanked in their lives.” Something in the tone of her voice, and the way she looked at my mom, seemed to imply that it would actually be good for them to see a boy have a spanking.
Mom nodded across at Kay, and the next thing I knew, Mom had pulled me out of my chair, turned it around from the table and sat down on it herself. She looked me right in the eye and said: “I’m going to give you a spanking right now, young man!”
The girls got out of their chairs and quickly ran over to my side of the table to get a better view. Kay was already standing, so she could see everything. Mom tried to pull my speedo down, but Kay had tied it so tight that mom had to undo the knot first.
While all this was happening, the girls were standing behind me in a semi-circle and Kay was standing behind them. Mom pulled my Speedos down below my hips slightly and put me across her lap. When I was safely in the time-honoured position for naughty boys, she pulled my suit down further, so my bottom was naked for all to see.
Mom held me down in the small of my back with her left hand and spanked me with her right. She very firmly and deliberately smacked the centre of my buttocks, then my left and right checks alternately, in a really efficient way to make sure every inch of my bottom was smacked.
I just looked down at the tiles on the floor while this was going on. The sound of my butt getting spanked was loud, but I did hear the girls giggling while mom spanked me for a couple of minutes. The spanking hurt even more than the one I had been given the day before.
Mom stopped but didn’t let me get up right away. She must have wanted the girls and Kay to memorise what a naughty boy’s behind looked like.Lenore told me later on that it was completely red, hip to hip and top to bottom.
Finally, Mom told the girls: “Now, that’s how you give a good spanking.” Then she let me up. My backside was facing the girls and Mom pulled my bathing suit back up to make me ’decent’ again. Then she told me to get my clothes and get in the car, as we were now going home – yours truly sitting their with a burning bum and wearing only my Speedos.)
Before I left the room to get my clothes, I heard Kay asked her girls: “What did you think of that?” Lois replied simply: “Thank God we’re not boys!”
So those girls got to see what a good spanking was, but we remained good friends for many years. Even much later, the family would occasionally bring the incident back up to tease me.
That said, after the actual spanking was over, I was – and remain glad – that I was able to be part of their learning experience. I wonder if they went on to spank naughty boys of their own? My mom had certainly taught them well!
Contributor: Eddie