After that performance my mother told me the fly swat was being put in the bottom drawer of her bedroom, no idea why. But I was to find out, stupidly enough I decided to sneak into their bedroom, a room I only was sent to for spankings, I wanted to look in the 'special drawer' or that is what I thought it was.
But I was caught and my mother told my father, he took me upstairs and told me when I was older he would use the strap or tawse on my bare bottom, and then he showed me the awful fly swat and his spanking slipper along with what I later came into frequent contact the leather strap and Tawse, the Tawse was my mothers and was well worn as it had been passed down the family. at that age I didn't realise that eventually as I got older they would in turn be used on my bottom, inside of thighs etc.
Probably most of my spankings up until 12 were always given in my parents room, and followed more or less the same pattern, I would be told to go to their room, which as a child one was never allowed in, so you knew that you were in trouble. Skirt and pants removed my father would then tell me off for what I had done, and would tell me if I was to receive the slipper as well, all spankings started with the hand for naughty offences if very bad then the slipper as well. Usually over the knee, and just on the bottom, The only other position my parents favoured was on the bed on my back with legs held up, this was kept for very serious offences as bottom, inside of legs back of legs and the worse was if just between the legs was punished. My mother on the other hand told me off during spanking me, and if she was slippering me it was hard and fast, as I got older she started to give the slipper with me lying on the bed I think that it was because I was as tall her and she couldn't really cope with me over her lap.
A few more memorable spankings were the first taste of the Tawse and the strap, it was after my twelfth birthday, and both my parents were displeased with me and told me I was old enough to receive the strap or Tawse or both, stupidly I thought it would be no different than the slipper, the only difference was I was sent to fetch both implements, and go into the lounge, and my mother put me over the arm of the sofa, legs apart and head down. I remember that I couldn't clench my little bare bottom and my mother smacking me quite softly all over the bottom and telling me that what I was about to receive would teach me to be good and I would receive it many more times growing up, 3 strokes with the strap across the lower bottom and I was howling, but nothing compared to 6 with the Tawse, applied so that the odd stoke with the little tailly bits just caught me between my buttocks. I had many trips over the sofa growing up.
But I expect I have written far more than you probably wanted so I had better close or I will be writing the same amount again.
lassie .
6/4/9
Thank you! . . . I wouldn't think of posting it unless it were anonymized to your satisfaction. But before we think about that, let me comment on what you've written so far.
This is fascinating and charming. I love how you thought you had solved the problem -- that if you stayed sitting on the floor you could never be punished.
>>But I expect I have written far more than you probably wanted so I had better close or I will be writing the same amount again.<<
No, this is very interesting . . . but your narrative largely ends when you turn 12 for your first tawsing. I'd love to hear more about your experiences from 12 on up.
Doc