This is just a short recollection. I don't know why, but after I turned 15 I kind of thought that my days of being spanked surely must be over.

 

I'd gotten spanked five times when I was 14 so I have no idea what gave me the idea that my spanking days were done. Just wishful thinking, I guess. 

 

I got in trouble at school for giving someone younger a paper I wrote for the same class the year before. I told her she needed to rewrite it. She didn't. The teacher remembered my work so that turned into a visit to the office which turned into a phone call to my dad. I went home and the words, "I'm going to get spanked for this," never entered my mind. When my dad got home I was just hanging out in the living room. Now came the talk. The lecture. I knew I shouldn't have done it but this girl was (is still) a family friend and I wanted to help her out because she was struggling. 

 

 

So after my talking to, my dad stands up and says, "Let's go to your room." I looked surprised and just sat there. He asked if I'd rather we do this here in the living room because we can. I kind of stammered out something about having learned my lesson already. So my dad just said alright and told me to pull my pants and underwear down. My mom, who was sitting there this whole time, told me I'd better do it and that she'd be in the kitchen. 



Again, I had just gotten spanked probably three months before this so it should not have come as a surprise. I stood up and asked my dad to please not do this. The next thing I knew, he had pulled my pants and underwear down for me. So many thoughts were going through my mind. I couldn't believe I was about to get punished. Especially like this. I was 15, after all. And all I was trying to do was help. Then my dad was taking me across his knee. 



I think I started crying even before the first time my dad's hand hit the skin of my bare butt. I know I was crying long before it was over. Then I got stood up and told to pull my pants up and go to my room. 



The next day, that girl, our family friend, apologized for getting me into trouble. She said that she heard I had gotten spanked. My face turned red. How could my parents have told her parents? I couldn't say anything in response. She apologized again and said that she got spanked, too. Well, that made me feel better about her knowing. 



I would go on to receive three more memorable spankings when I was 15. So much for thinking that they were not a part of my life anymore. 

 

Author:Eloquin | Category: Spanking

Yeah, I got spanked several times in high school. Learned pretty quickly my freshman year that the fact I was in 9th grade meant nothing to my dad. We had a paddle that hung on the kitchen wall that was used on me when I needed it. I probably got spanked three or four times my freshman year, and then maybe three times the rest of the time in high school. I bawled just as much as I did when I was younger, but I lied to my friends and told them I didn't cry.

Like you, I thought I was too old to get a spanking when I was 15. Of course, I thought that when I was 17, too. Guess what? I was wrong both times.

Same thing happened to me in the 10th grade!!

I've gotten my butt spanked, as well.

I've had my ass tore up, too.