| Subject: Re: Spankings by stepfathers/stepmothers |
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Date Posted: 17:44:19 11/12/07 Mon
In reply to:
Bob
's message, "Spankings by stepfathers/stepmothers" on 15:11:38 10/24/07 Wed
No - I was never spanked by my step father but was once threatened with one in jest. I was never really spanked as such growing up - both parents usually resorted to face slapping or the occasional slap to our bottom or legs (I had 2 other brothers). The only otk spanking I can recall at home was to my younger brother when he was about 6 or 7.
My father was quite small (5 feet 3 or 4 inches) and I soon outgrew him by the age of 12 or so. The chances of him spanking me had well receded by that time - also, I was usually reasonably well behaved anyway. Sadly, dad died very young (early 50's) and my mother remarried an old family friend a couple of years later - I was in my later teens at this time - my younger brother about 13 and my older brother had left home.
My step father settled in at home really well - as I said he was an old family friend and we generally all got on well. He had never married before so we were his first family. Even my brother seemed to start behaving himself better. He was a bit of a pest up to his teenage years but started to get his act together.
There were occasional disputes at home but nothing very serious. However, one night as I was setting to go out for the evening, my mother reminded me that I had a curfew at 9:30. She told me that I had been late the last 2 or 3 times and that I was beginning to push my luck. I replied with an off hand "OK, OK" and was about to leave. My mum called me back and said that she was being serious and I shouldn't be so dismissive. I replied with slight sarcasm that I had heard her.
This time she said that she felt I was being arrogant and I needed taking down a peg or two - however, she said this with a slight grin. The conversation was taking a half-laugh/totally serious twist by this time.
She then went on to say that I had school the next day and I shouldn't be late home tonight. She continued that if I was late for school that I could be belted by the teachers (educated in Scotland in the late 60's/early 70's where the tawse was given to the hands of errant pupils). Even in 5th year (age 16/17) pupils could still be physically punished in this way.
"In fact" - she went on, "if you could be punished at school for being late, there's no reason why you can't be punished at home as well. It's time you started to toe the line around here. Be home by 9:30 and not a minute later or you can look forward to a hard skelping" (Scottish slang for a spanking).
I tried to laugh this off - the conversation was still bouncing along in good humour. However, my step-father had looked up from his newspaper at this point and asked what the fuss was about. My mother said that she was telling me that I would be in for a skelping if I was late home that night.
I thought he would realise that my mum was not really meaning this but was only trying to take the wind out my sails by imposing her rules. However, my step father looked from me to my mother and back again and said "OK, you heard your mother - be in for 9:30 or else".
My mum gave a little laugh at him joining in the wind-up and she could see that I was getting a little uncomfortable with the two of them joining in trying to tell me off like a small boy.
I could feel my face going red with embarrasment when he continued speaking to my mother "if you want, I could give him a skelping for you - just say the word"
You could tell that my mother and I began to assess the possibility of this happening and it began to dawn on the both of us that he could easily handle the task. He was well over 6 feet tall (about 6-4 or 6-5), was very stockily built and a very fit man. Moreover he had huge hands (his wedding ring could fit over my thumbs with room to spare).
I was beginning to get more embarrased at the way the conversation was turning. What started off as a light hearted joke by my mother was seemingly being taken more seriously. I could sense that my mother was starting to mull things over. She didn't take long to seize the opportunity.
"OK then - I don't see why not. Are you being serious?" she asked him.
Again, he looked at my mum and then over to me - looking me up and down obviously weighing up the logistics of administering such a punishment. After a couple of minutes (which seemed like an hour) he said
"Well I've obviously never done anything like this before but I'm sure I'd have no problems putting him over my knee. I wouldn't know how hard or how long to skelp him but I imagine you would want me to keep going until he was crying. Should I take his trousers down or not - how is it normally done? Just say the word and I'll manage something"
By this time I was completely red faced - both my mother and I realised that he was right. I could go over his knee without any problem - he towered over me. He was very strong and could keep me in position all night and he would be heavy handed all right. A skelping from him would be a very painful experience.
"Right that's settled then - Andy, be in by 9:30 or you know what you'll be in for. Bill, you have my permission to give him and Jim a skelping any time they step out of line. Take their trousers and pants down for good measure - they are never too old to get a good skelping now and again".
With a final - "do you hear me - be in for 9:30 or else" from my mother I left before my embarrasment became absolute. As I closed the door on the way out I thought I could hear them laughing at my expense. I was in by 9:30 all right - I wasn't sure if the threat wouldn't be carried out or not but I wasn't giving them the chance to try it.
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