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Caitlyn D
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Date Posted: 10:50:03 01/19/25 Sun
As I explained in my introduction, I moved in with some very close friends of my parents for my first two years of college. While my parents, mostly my mom, spanked me and my brother growing up it wasn’t the ritualized procedure that my godfather used.
My parents knew, and were 10000% supportive, of him holding me on a tight leash and using spanking when needed. Over the 2 years I lived with them, I probably was spanked about 100 times. If 10 or days went by that I wasn’t spanked for something, they would a reason to spank me. I don’t think he “enjoyed” it, I mean maybe he did, but I think he really truly believed that it was for my betterment.
Anyway, I was told I would be spanked when needed, they it would be on my bare bottom, he made of point to tell me he would pull down my underwear. He told me I was expected to cooperate and that failure to do so would make things worse. Looking back, I was pretty immature for my age. Not as I would screw around or act “childish” but I was pretty sheltered coming from a lower income family in rural Ohio. He showed me the wooden spatula with holes that he would use and told me I would get swats as multiples of age (18, later 19, the last 3 months I lived with them, 20). He said there was no use giving a spanking if I was only going to get 18 swats so it would always be 2x or more my age. The vast majority of the spankings I got were either “2-timers” or “3-timers” as he called them, on a few disastrous occasions I got 4x my age.
My first day there after my parents left (Memorial Day 2007) he told me he was going to spank me, give me a 2x, to show me how things would be handled and he hoped this would make enough of an impression on me he’d never have to do it again. So I was just like all right let’s get it over with and it’ll never happen again. Yeah right.
The procedure was always the same. He would undo my pants and pull them down to my feet. Then my underwear. Then I would be lectured and made to answer questions or give explanations about what happened, why, why it was wrong, etc. I had to keep my hands at my sides, he explicitly told me not to try to hide my vagina. I would then be made to waddle to the kitchen and open the drawer where the spanking spatula was kept, bring it back to him and hand it to him. Then I would take the spanking chair out of the corner and put it in front of the fireplace. Then he would sit down and lay me over his lap. Then he would spank, give me 2x or 3x or however many with the spatula. Then he would “finish me up” by spanking with his hand.
Afterwards, I’d be put in the empty corner of the living room where the chair was, no moving no talking, for 30 minutes. He would tell me when time was up and I’d have to return the chair and the spatula from where I got them and he, or his wife, would usually say a few more things to me about what happened. Then I would be told I could pull my pants up and go about my day.
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