Oct 24 2008
My First Time: To Be Spanked
My First Time to be Spanked, that I can remember, was a spanking administered by my Father when I was ten.
I wonder how many boys remember the first time they were spanked? Perhaps we just remember a particularly vicious whipping and so we think that was the first time.
My first memory of a spanking was pretty well-deserved. I had come home late; by late, I mean it was dark outside, so who knows what time it was…depends on the season. At any rate, when I came into the house, I knew I was in for it. Staying out after dark was a definite violation of Rules.
Dad just told me to “go to the shed.” I went and waited. The waiting was agony, you know? When he came outside, he was carrying his belt. It was one of those wide belts, perhaps two inches wide, worn by working men, and it was black. He had a way of folding it over in half, then holding one end in each hand, he would bring the two ends together in such a way that the belt would spread apart, and then……SNAP! as he pulled quickly in opposite directions. That SNAP just struck fear into my heart whenever he did it. It was an implied threat of real pain. In the shed, he didn’t even bother to SNAP the belt, he just lit into me, on my ass, all the while telling me that what I did wrong was causing my Mother to worry about me and where I was, etc.
The beating didn’t last long…he really didn’t have the heart for it. He had been beaten as a child and always said he didn’t want that for his son. This was an exception, evidently.
I don’t remember being beat like that ever again.
