I Get Spanked
By request (and also because it was by far one of my more memoriable/embarrasing spankings) I'm posting this story. I mentioned it in one of my other posts, and people have asking about it.
When I was around 12 or 13 (it seems like it happened before that, but I distinctly remember that I had just hit puberty and was started to get really self-concious about my body) my family and I went to a swimming pool at a community center. It was me, my mom, and my brother. My brother was about ten and prided himself on being an amazing swimmer. It was his sport of choice, and he was just about as skilled as any lifeguard.
I however, had elected to play soccer, and had almost no idea how to swim. I was really angry that my mom insisted on me wearing a lifejacket while my little brother was literally swimming laps around me. Of course, some kids my age also happened to be there, and none of them were wearing lifejackets either.
My mom wasn't looking. I made sure of that before I even touched the buckles of my life vest. I quickly unbuckled it, and slipped it off. I knew that I couldn't swim, but I foolishly decided to stay in the deep part of the pool, which was about 12 feet deep. I stayed clinging onto the wall, my heart pounding both from nervousness and a new sense of daring freedom. I had decided that if I kept my upper body underwater, my mom wouldn't be able to see that my life jacket was off.
I don't remember exactly what happened. Maybe someone jumped in next to me, or swam under me. Maybe my fingers just slipped. But somehow, I ended up letting go of the wall. I didn't even know how to float on my back, and my head immediately went under water. I knew I should try to splash and get a lifeguard's attention, but I was still worried about how angry my mom would be. As I tried to kick back to the wall, I just pushed myself further away from it.
It wasn't a lifeguard who ended up saving me. My little brother literally came out of nowhere. At this time, I was still bigger than him, so he struggled to push me back to the wall, and I remember it hurting as he grasped at my hair trying to get my head above water. We had just made it to the side of the pool, both of us gasping for breath, when a hand grabbed my arm. Of course, it was mom.
She yanked me out of the water and ordered my brother to go and sit down at the side of the pool until she got back (even though he was a great swimmer, she was nervous about leaving him alone in 12 feet of water). She pulled me to the women's locker room, which was, of course, very close to the pool. She sat me on a bench and asked me if I was okay, and made sure that I wasn't still coughing up water or anything. I nodded, knowing I was in a world of trouble.
My mom checked the handicap stall (you know, the giant one, that allows plenty of room for swinging your arm when you're spanking someone. I was very familiar with it as a child). The stall was not only in use, but there was a line for it. So instead, she pulled me into this little area closer to the showers. It wasn't secluded, and everyone could still see us, but it was far enough away that we would be out of the way.
I can still feel the horror that gripped me when my mom grabbed the straps of my one-piece swimsuit and pulled down. She only pulled it down to about the middle of my thighs, since it was still wet and clinging to me. At first nobody noticed, since there were a lot of people getting undressed in the locker room. But as my mom pulled me over her lap and started spanking me, everyone noticed. The sound of the smacks seemed so loud as they echoed through the locker room. People literally stopped to watch.
So, during this time, I lived in a place called Bow. It is an incredibly... Republican place, I guess? Spankings were very common, and not at all considered to be child abuse (and they still aren't, unlike many places now). Though most kids got spanked, It just wasn't all that common to see one outside of the home. It was one of those things that didn't offend anybody, but rather fascinated and amused them when they wern't the ones on the recieving end. At least, that was the impression I got as I dangled over her lap.
A lot of parents just watched out of the corner of their eyes, but the younger kids were gawking. Some were laughing, but most were just staring. I distinctly remember one little girl, though, who tapped on her mom and pointed. Her mom nudged her and told her mind her own business.
Of course, I was mortified. I was not only recieving a spanking completely naked (a first for me, though it would happen again in the future when I made my mom angry while I was wearing one-piece pajamas), but I was recieving it in a locker room in front of a whole bunch of other women and kids. I remember frantically trying to cover my just barely there chest (which didn't work at all since my mom's knee was in the way), and trying to remember to keep my legs closed, while also trying to bury my face in my mom's leg to hide myself. Most of all, I was determined not to cry. I had never been able to succeed at making it through a spanking without tears, but I had a new motivation now as everybody stared at me.
What I didn't anticipate was my mom using anything other than her hand. Though she always used a wooden spoon or hairbrush at home, she hadn't brought those things to the pool with her. I remember how confused I was as she pulled off her flip-flop, thinking that it was weird that she would feel the need to take off her shoes while she was in the middle of spanking me. I didn't even consider that a shoe could be use to spank me.
The first smack with the flip-flop had me kicking, and it still embarrases me to think about how exposed I was to everone in the room as I flailed my legs and cried. My body was still wet from the pool, so the smacks were louder and hurt more. My mom seemed to be focused on my thighs and sit-spots as she spanked, which wasn't normal. During most spankings, she would spank my butt cheeks until they were buring, and then only save a few hard smacks for my thighs and sit-spots at the end or when she was making a point in her lecture.
I have no idea how long she spanked me for, but by the time she was done, I was sobbing and begging, all of my previous pride and modesty forgotten. And as usual, she was lecturing me the entire time, so by the end of the spanking, everyone else in the locker room knew what I had done wrong.
My mom pulled me upright and told me to pull up my swimsuit. I did so with my head down, trying to avoid everyone's eyes as I covered myself. My mom then grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back out to the pool. Luckily, there was a hallway that seperated the pool from the changing rooms, so nobody in the pool had heard, unless they had been in the hall. There was an office station in the hall though (where lost and found was, paperwork, whistles, etc), and the lifeguard on duty watched us as we passed by. He had definately heard my spanking. Luckily, he was about 30. I would have been even more mortified if it had been one of the highschool lifeguards. I had a crush on a few of them (my preteen hormones were just coming in lmao).
I wanted to sit down right away, since you could very clearly see how red my upper thighs were. Even though she wasn't going to make me get back in the pool, my mom did make me stand up so she could put my life vest on me herself. I was trying to keep my back to the wall, but she did turn me around at one point so she could wrap the strap of the lifejacket tightly around me. She said that I would have to wear it even I was just sitting by the pool, since apperantly I couldn't be trusted to make good decsions near deep water.
As soon as my mom let go of me, I wrapped a towel around myself and sat down. Nobody had seemed to notice me, which I was thankful for. I did get a few stares from people walking into the pool, since they had been in the locker room when I was being spanked. I avoided eye contact, and when the kids who had been in the locker room started whispering, I tried to push away the paranoia that made me think they were talking about me.
Luckily, my brother felt bad for me, and got out of the pool almost immediately after I was spanked. Even though I knew he could have happily swam for several more hours, he asked mom if we could leave. Though I was grateful, my humuliation came back as I walked through the building. I had worn very short shorts to the pool, so after I put the towel in the basket and got dressed, I had to walk across the lobby with my redness on display.
This time, several people noticed, though the never said anything directly to me. One little boy very loudly pointed out that I must have been spanked, but everyone else was polite enough to act like they didn't hear him. Once again, spankings were common in the area I lived in, so kids getting spanked in the changing room probably wasn't uncommon.
My mom, of course, started a conversation in the parking lot with a lady from my little sister's darcare, so I was then forced to stand nervously in the parking lot for an extra ten minutes. A group of girls from my school walked by, but I had carefully placed myself behind my Mother so they didn't notice me. When we finally got home, I went to bed right away (mostly because I was abgry and embarrassed, but also because I was a little bit worried my dad would spank me when he got home, too. It was fairly uncommon for him to spank me, but I knew that he may very well send me out to the cherry tree to cut a switch once he heard that I had done something so dangerous.)
My brother brought me a piece of pizza in later that night, which definately cheered me up, even though I refused to go back to that community center for the next couple of years. My Dad didn't end up spanking me, but I was grounded for a week. Usually during spankings I wasn't very embarrassed, because I was generally spanked by my mom, and only ever in front of my sister, and I wasn't too weird about them seeing my body. But I think my Dad reaized that I had been punished enough through both the pain and embarrassment of that public spanking. He likely grounded me just to make a point, since he knew that I didn't really mind being grounded. All I really did at that age was read and write, so losing TV privleges wasn't too big of a deal.
But I definitely made sure that I knew how to swim before ever going back to that community center XD I still visit the center from time to time when I'm in the area.
When I was around 12 or 13 (it seems like it happened before that, but I distinctly remember that I had just hit puberty and was started to get really self-concious about my body) my family and I went to a swimming pool at a community center. It was me, my mom, and my brother. My brother was about ten and prided himself on being an amazing swimmer. It was his sport of choice, and he was just about as skilled as any lifeguard.
I however, had elected to play soccer, and had almost no idea how to swim. I was really angry that my mom insisted on me wearing a lifejacket while my little brother was literally swimming laps around me. Of course, some kids my age also happened to be there, and none of them were wearing lifejackets either.
My mom wasn't looking. I made sure of that before I even touched the buckles of my life vest. I quickly unbuckled it, and slipped it off. I knew that I couldn't swim, but I foolishly decided to stay in the deep part of the pool, which was about 12 feet deep. I stayed clinging onto the wall, my heart pounding both from nervousness and a new sense of daring freedom. I had decided that if I kept my upper body underwater, my mom wouldn't be able to see that my life jacket was off.
I don't remember exactly what happened. Maybe someone jumped in next to me, or swam under me. Maybe my fingers just slipped. But somehow, I ended up letting go of the wall. I didn't even know how to float on my back, and my head immediately went under water. I knew I should try to splash and get a lifeguard's attention, but I was still worried about how angry my mom would be. As I tried to kick back to the wall, I just pushed myself further away from it.
It wasn't a lifeguard who ended up saving me. My little brother literally came out of nowhere. At this time, I was still bigger than him, so he struggled to push me back to the wall, and I remember it hurting as he grasped at my hair trying to get my head above water. We had just made it to the side of the pool, both of us gasping for breath, when a hand grabbed my arm. Of course, it was mom.
She yanked me out of the water and ordered my brother to go and sit down at the side of the pool until she got back (even though he was a great swimmer, she was nervous about leaving him alone in 12 feet of water). She pulled me to the women's locker room, which was, of course, very close to the pool. She sat me on a bench and asked me if I was okay, and made sure that I wasn't still coughing up water or anything. I nodded, knowing I was in a world of trouble.
My mom checked the handicap stall (you know, the giant one, that allows plenty of room for swinging your arm when you're spanking someone. I was very familiar with it as a child). The stall was not only in use, but there was a line for it. So instead, she pulled me into this little area closer to the showers. It wasn't secluded, and everyone could still see us, but it was far enough away that we would be out of the way.
I can still feel the horror that gripped me when my mom grabbed the straps of my one-piece swimsuit and pulled down. She only pulled it down to about the middle of my thighs, since it was still wet and clinging to me. At first nobody noticed, since there were a lot of people getting undressed in the locker room. But as my mom pulled me over her lap and started spanking me, everyone noticed. The sound of the smacks seemed so loud as they echoed through the locker room. People literally stopped to watch.
So, during this time, I lived in a place called Bow. It is an incredibly... Republican place, I guess? Spankings were very common, and not at all considered to be child abuse (and they still aren't, unlike many places now). Though most kids got spanked, It just wasn't all that common to see one outside of the home. It was one of those things that didn't offend anybody, but rather fascinated and amused them when they wern't the ones on the recieving end. At least, that was the impression I got as I dangled over her lap.
A lot of parents just watched out of the corner of their eyes, but the younger kids were gawking. Some were laughing, but most were just staring. I distinctly remember one little girl, though, who tapped on her mom and pointed. Her mom nudged her and told her mind her own business.
Of course, I was mortified. I was not only recieving a spanking completely naked (a first for me, though it would happen again in the future when I made my mom angry while I was wearing one-piece pajamas), but I was recieving it in a locker room in front of a whole bunch of other women and kids. I remember frantically trying to cover my just barely there chest (which didn't work at all since my mom's knee was in the way), and trying to remember to keep my legs closed, while also trying to bury my face in my mom's leg to hide myself. Most of all, I was determined not to cry. I had never been able to succeed at making it through a spanking without tears, but I had a new motivation now as everybody stared at me.
What I didn't anticipate was my mom using anything other than her hand. Though she always used a wooden spoon or hairbrush at home, she hadn't brought those things to the pool with her. I remember how confused I was as she pulled off her flip-flop, thinking that it was weird that she would feel the need to take off her shoes while she was in the middle of spanking me. I didn't even consider that a shoe could be use to spank me.
The first smack with the flip-flop had me kicking, and it still embarrases me to think about how exposed I was to everone in the room as I flailed my legs and cried. My body was still wet from the pool, so the smacks were louder and hurt more. My mom seemed to be focused on my thighs and sit-spots as she spanked, which wasn't normal. During most spankings, she would spank my butt cheeks until they were buring, and then only save a few hard smacks for my thighs and sit-spots at the end or when she was making a point in her lecture.
I have no idea how long she spanked me for, but by the time she was done, I was sobbing and begging, all of my previous pride and modesty forgotten. And as usual, she was lecturing me the entire time, so by the end of the spanking, everyone else in the locker room knew what I had done wrong.
My mom pulled me upright and told me to pull up my swimsuit. I did so with my head down, trying to avoid everyone's eyes as I covered myself. My mom then grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back out to the pool. Luckily, there was a hallway that seperated the pool from the changing rooms, so nobody in the pool had heard, unless they had been in the hall. There was an office station in the hall though (where lost and found was, paperwork, whistles, etc), and the lifeguard on duty watched us as we passed by. He had definately heard my spanking. Luckily, he was about 30. I would have been even more mortified if it had been one of the highschool lifeguards. I had a crush on a few of them (my preteen hormones were just coming in lmao).
I wanted to sit down right away, since you could very clearly see how red my upper thighs were. Even though she wasn't going to make me get back in the pool, my mom did make me stand up so she could put my life vest on me herself. I was trying to keep my back to the wall, but she did turn me around at one point so she could wrap the strap of the lifejacket tightly around me. She said that I would have to wear it even I was just sitting by the pool, since apperantly I couldn't be trusted to make good decsions near deep water.
As soon as my mom let go of me, I wrapped a towel around myself and sat down. Nobody had seemed to notice me, which I was thankful for. I did get a few stares from people walking into the pool, since they had been in the locker room when I was being spanked. I avoided eye contact, and when the kids who had been in the locker room started whispering, I tried to push away the paranoia that made me think they were talking about me.
Luckily, my brother felt bad for me, and got out of the pool almost immediately after I was spanked. Even though I knew he could have happily swam for several more hours, he asked mom if we could leave. Though I was grateful, my humuliation came back as I walked through the building. I had worn very short shorts to the pool, so after I put the towel in the basket and got dressed, I had to walk across the lobby with my redness on display.
This time, several people noticed, though the never said anything directly to me. One little boy very loudly pointed out that I must have been spanked, but everyone else was polite enough to act like they didn't hear him. Once again, spankings were common in the area I lived in, so kids getting spanked in the changing room probably wasn't uncommon.
My mom, of course, started a conversation in the parking lot with a lady from my little sister's darcare, so I was then forced to stand nervously in the parking lot for an extra ten minutes. A group of girls from my school walked by, but I had carefully placed myself behind my Mother so they didn't notice me. When we finally got home, I went to bed right away (mostly because I was abgry and embarrassed, but also because I was a little bit worried my dad would spank me when he got home, too. It was fairly uncommon for him to spank me, but I knew that he may very well send me out to the cherry tree to cut a switch once he heard that I had done something so dangerous.)
My brother brought me a piece of pizza in later that night, which definately cheered me up, even though I refused to go back to that community center for the next couple of years. My Dad didn't end up spanking me, but I was grounded for a week. Usually during spankings I wasn't very embarrassed, because I was generally spanked by my mom, and only ever in front of my sister, and I wasn't too weird about them seeing my body. But I think my Dad reaized that I had been punished enough through both the pain and embarrassment of that public spanking. He likely grounded me just to make a point, since he knew that I didn't really mind being grounded. All I really did at that age was read and write, so losing TV privleges wasn't too big of a deal.
But I definitely made sure that I knew how to swim before ever going back to that community center XD I still visit the center from time to time when I'm in the area.
