boyhood spankings

Boyhood Spankings

From the ages of 8 to 12 I was a boarder at a prep school.We were always punished in the evening. The headmaster would make us take off our pyjama trousers and bend over our beds. He would then lift our pyjama jackets over our heads. Six sharp cuts with a short thin cane followed. It was great watching someone else get this treatment, but not so good when it was your turn. My bottom would quiver in anticipation as I walked to my bed and bent over it. However in bed half an hour later the pain would turn to a warm glow of pleasure. The next day it was the custom for everyone to inspect the damage in the showers. You were also allowed to feel it. It was rather like stroking corduroy. It was also customary to get a friend to rub cold cream into it. This was so enjoyable that both boys got erections which were also rubbed with cold cream. This was absolutely marvellous.

At home when I had been naughty dad used to spank me with the back off a hairbrush. His method of doing this was, I think, unique to him. He would seat himself on the sofa with the hairbrush ready. He would then gently draw me to him and unbuckle my belt. After taking off my pants and underpants he would sit me on his lap. After pushing my knees apart I was sitting astride his knees. He would then push the back of my neck until my hands were on the ground and my bottom high in the air. In this position I was helpless and completely exposed. Holding me firmly in place with his left hand on my left bottom he would rest the hair brush on my right bottom to take aim. At its cold touch my bottom began to tingle in anticipation. If I struggled too much, he inserted a finger in my bottom. This certainly worked but I found it not unpleasant. He would then hit me six times on the right bottom in the order top, side, side, top, top, side. The first stroke was a mere tap which made my bottom tingle pleasantly. It was designed to reassure me that I could take it. Each subsequent strokes harder, until the last was delivered with all of his strength. It felt like re ho coals.When I had finished rubbing my scorching backside he would take me back astride his knees and comfort me by stroking my left bottom with his left hand and the inside of my right thigh with his right hand. This was lovely and I used to get an erection which he would also stroke which was wonderful.

When I had been especially naughty he would give my left bottom the same treatment. This was bad because it took place just when my right bottom was at its fiery worst and I was longing to rub it. Any attempt to do so was unsuccessful as he would firmly intercept my hand. Only once did he vary this routine when I had the misfortune to be spanked at the start of the holidays, when the stripes from my last school caning were still fresh. Then he gave me all six on the right top where my weals were deepest. This hurt like hell.

When I was 12 I went to a boarding public school. When the housemaster punished us we were made to take off our jackets and trousers and kneel on a hose with our hands on the ground. A prefect would lift our shirts up and we then got six with a long thin cane.

At about this time dad started using a length of knotted whipcord instead of a hairbrush. Having bared my bottom as before, he would stand me between his knees facing to his left. Lifting my Shirt he would place his left hand on the back of my neck and firmly bend me over his left knee. The swinging end of the cord would cut painfully into my flank. This made me kick ineffectually with my right leg.