I was too good a girl to get spanked at school, where they were rare.
However being the youngest of the group of kids in our road I was at the recieving end of many “play” spankings.
These have left a lasting impression on me.
I would guess that many others had similar experiences.
Whenever I think of childhood spanking games, I am reminded of tents. In a tent we had our own domain, even though it was in somebody’s back garden, where we made up our own rules. One Sunday afternoon in July we had in quiz in a tent and Judy gave four wrong answers, so the others suggested that we spank her. In turn she laid across the lap of each of us three and we gave her a dozen smacks each. Elizabeth, who was more daring than the rest, raised Judy’s skirt and spanked her on her knickers. Judy did not mind in the least and said that it did not hurt. We were ten years old. Twelve months later I was caned in a tent by the girl next door and have not been in one since. But now, I often play tents in bed.
What tents are to you, tree houses are to me.
I got my first bottom spanking from the oldest boy in our group on a hot August Afternoon.
It hurt a lot, but I enjoyed it, and has remained one of the hottest of my memories for almost 30 years
We used to play Schools. I was always the teacher and would give the class very difficult questions like multiply 487012 by 568 and who wrote Beethovens Seventh Symphony? When they got the answers wrong, I gave them a choice of punishment. Most kiddies opted for six from my hand across their knickers.
I must make it clear that we were all children of primary school age, so there is no need to alert the Social Services gits.
Mothers and Fathers was very popular. The youngest member of the group would always have to play the baby and would frequently be spanked. I remember a sophisticated version where I played the mother and spanked the child for being naughty and then was spanked myself by the father because he said it was wrong to spank the baby.
It seems clear therefore that Debbie and the oldest boy in her group were very unusual children: she to endure serious pain willingly at such a tender age and he to risk the almost certain death that would have ensued had she told her parents about her being hurt ‘a lot’ by an older boy who took her knickers down on a hot August afternoon.
We used to play a game called School in a Tent. Aloud we read books written by spanking-obsessed Enid Blyton. Those who read badly were put in detention. This meant that they had to stay in the tent while the others went indoors and had tea.
Corporal punishment was inflicted upon those who broke school tent Rules. In the garden was a tree from which we cut sticks to use as canes.
All this happened about ten years ago when we were in our early thirties.
The first time I got spanked in our school games was, looking back, a very tame affair. I went over Grahams knee for talking in class. I remember the smacks over my dress and knickers being so soft as to be hardly felt. In fact the strongest memory is thinking how funny it felt to be lying over his knee in such close proximity to this older boy on who I had a crush.
The last was several years later in early September just before Graham went back to boarding school. By then it was just the two of us in the tree house and I let Graham, unusually, take my knickers down as it would be the last time for a while (for ever it turned out). He didnt spank me very hard, just enough for a bit of a sting and tingle. I was too young to understand exactly why I found all this exciting rather than unpleasant, but have replayed it in my mind a thousand times.
The hardest was a few weeks before the last. I had heard about being spanked so hard that you couldn’t sit down for a week and was a little curious. Several times Graham had asked to be allowed to spank me really hard and I had refused. A few months earlier he had arranged for me to get his sisters old bike for my birthday present. When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday he asked to be allowed to smack my bare bottom really hard. So I agreed
I was surprised how much it hurt and didn’t really like the actual spanking. I cried a little and Graham got both worried and upset. However the warm after glow of my bottom coupled with a hug and a kiss cheered me up. Looking back he still probably didn’t spank that hard as by the time I had the privicy to look at my bottom in a mirror, several hours later, it wasn’t even red. This was the only time when his spanking really hurt me.
From what Debbie tells us, it seems likely that Graham is at this very moment peering through his curtains and ever-expecting the arrival of the police.
From the details supplied, it seems that at the time of his ‘knicks down’ dalliance with Debbie, he was above the age of criminal responsibility and that Debbie was well below any age at which she might be thought capable of giving informed consent to the activities.
All that being so, it seems Graham is guilty of a serious sexual offence against a very young child and should, even at this late stage, be brought to justice.
No doubt Debbie will acknowledge her duty to the public at large and to young children in particular and supply full details of Graham’s identity.
I too played School spankings when about 12 with a group of other girls (About 3 or 4) and another boy.
This was the starting point for me (I am certain) of my spanking fetish.
In our games, we were in our garage and one of the girls was the teacher and she would ask us questions and if we got the wrong answer we had to bend over her lap and get spanked (No clothing was ever removed) My first experience of this was so terribly exciting that I always got my questions wrong, to get a spanking.
In real life I had only been spanked twice at age about 6, and had had my hand smacked by a teacher at age 9 (3 times) I saw boys get the cane, but never got it myself. But these ‘games’ made me wonder what it was like. Ever since then I have had a spanking fetish. I was 20 before I that there was a thing called masochism and 30 before I ever told anyone else I had this fetish.
Boards like these make me realse how much more common this is all is.
I had a junior school teacher who used to get the children to play spanking games in her class.
Those who had been well-behaved throughout the day were allowed to smack the bottoms of those who had been naughty.
To maintain a sense of propriety, it was only m/m and f/f.
I’ve wondered if anyone else played spanking games. I used to do it with my cousins mainly. We were boys with one exception and Georgina, who was a few months younger than me, would nearly always be the teacher. Of course, we boys were not well behaved at play school and got disciplined in various ways, hands on head, lines and corporal punishment, of course. Sometimes it was a cane – well a small stick, sometimes a slipper or just made to bend over and a slap.
But increasingly, the punishment was administered on a bared bum. This I found quite exciting even when quite young. As these games passed by, Georgina and I still met from time to time in suituations where we were alone and would engineer playfights. These were never sexual but erotic in as much as they always ended up with some slapping and I would usually contrive to be turned over her knee or other wise be face down on the bed so that she could spank me. Sometimes she’d find a wide leather belt and see to my bum. Nothing severe but warming none the less. No doubt, this plays a part in my current but rare enjoyment of having my bum spanked (in various ways) by a female.
That kids play school and spanking games is fact, I know because I was one of those wicked juveniles.
Indeed the first time I ever felt the cane on the seat of my school shorts was when I played “school” with the son of the headmaster of our primary school in their front garden. I was about 11 at the time and he had actually tied my arms behind my back with string so I couldn’t protect my bottom – a feeling that even today gets my head really buzzing, and my friend whacked away with a garden bamboo (nothing for serious cp adicts I might add!) extracting squeals of pain from yours truly since my friend was playing out his sadistic streak with a grin on his face.
I loved the helplessness and the feelings I was experiencing are still hard to understand even today. I wanted him to stop but I wanted him to go on, I wanted him to hit not so hard but also somehow wanted to be caned even harder – above all I wanted the session to go on and on and never end, sadly it did when his father, who had been gardening throughout our escapades told us it was time for tea! Heady memories but there were many other games I used to play too, if anybody’s interested…. unfortunately, no f/m or m/f experiences though.
When I was still in primary school, I remember at playtime seeing a group of girls obviously playing at “schools”. A row of girls were lined up and the “teacher” went down the line smacking the backs of each of the girls hands, just like the headmistress did for real in class. At that school as far as i know and remember the only punishments given were corporal.
The headmistress would walk round the class doing their sums or writing and every now and then she would send one unlucky boy or girl to the front, they had to standing a line facing the class, then when she had been round the whole class of about 30 she would then one by one smack the backs of each pupils hands, there were usually about 6 – 8 pupils. I was in this line up just the once! I remember thinking at the time that I would have liked to be in that playground game, I was about 9 or 10, in the late 1940’s
My cousins lived in Nottinghamshire and each summer we would meet up at the house of our grandparents in Gloucestershire.
We were all around ten or eleven years old when we first met and I remember being with them in the orchard when they said to me,
Adam and Eve and Smackme went down to the river to bade.
Adam and Eve were drown-ded and who do you think was saved?
I of course said Smackme and so they pulled my knickers down and smacked me on the bottom.
After that we often played smacking games.
spanking games was something i grew up with too for many years.
I think it started when i was around 6 or 7 yrs of age I remember playing house with my brothers and some other kids and i was spanked many times while we played and many of the spanking i got was bare. but as time went on we played many other games and as i got older me and my own friends started to make up our own games form real game but the looser always got spanked.
I have many stories i could tell you about growing up and the spanking fun we had, but it would take me to long to write them down here now
My spanking play experiences were much lime those of chris. I attended a religious boarding school in tbe 60s and 70s, when cp was well known and widely used in home, school and even church. Since most of my schoolmates (the boys) were highly athletic and I wasn’t, I was asked by the group to play the role of the spanker. The dress code required girls to wear skirts or dresses and boys to wear dress shirts and pants. The younger bpys were permitted to wear shorts.
The dorm had a large cement/tile porch around three sides of it where we would play. When a “child” was sent to me for punishment (ALWAYS a spanking), I would ask them what they did then they would go over my knee. I’d give them 15-20 smacks. They would be hard enough to give it some sensation of realism but not hard enough to arouse suspition. I would then send them back to the game.
Since lifting dresses and lowering panties was taboo, I had a neat trick I used to do with the girls. As I brought my hand down on their bottoms each time, I’d move my hand forward a bit, which lifted the garment up so that by the end of the spanking, I had a nice view of the panties. I’m quite positive most of them were none the wiser to this sneeky little trick. I did the same with short-wearing boys.
I played spanking games growing up.
My first was with a neighbour called Katie. We were 6 or 7 years old. We played a game in which I ‘kidnapped’ her and smacked her bottom when she tried to ‘escape’. I remember her navy blue school knickers (this was around 1974) and slipping them down and sitting on the edge of her bed with her milky white rump upturned over my knee and smacking it ever so gently with my hand
Next, at about 10 years old, was Spencer. We formed a club with rules, and we would spank each other for breaking the rules, using a short thick stick (12 – 18 inches, just long enough to span a boy’s bottom when held at the end). One of the rules was ‘no spanking’, so as soon as one of us had spanked the other he in turn had to be spanked for breaking that rule. And so it went on – we would fill our time after school and before tea swapping position between spanker and spankee with ever-reddening backsides.
Finally was Lucy. She was 10 and I was 12 and we used to play in the park in the summer holidays. I would push her on the swing and her bottom would hang over the edge of the seat and I would slap it as it swang back towards me. Then, one evening as we sat on the grass, I pulled her over my lap and smacked her hard, just once. She was wearing tight blue jeans, with ‘W’ embroidered on the pockets in red. That single smack stung her perfectly presented rear, and she yelped ‘Ow, that hurt!’
I reached under her, undid the jeans, and eased them down to find navy blues just like Katie had been wearing some six years earlier. Lucy was subdued, and I slipped her knickers down too, and was excited to find my handprint in red on her white flesh. I spanked her bare bottom until it glowed in the twighlight and she began to wriggle. That wasn’t Lucy’s only trip over my knee – best summer ever!
Though the age difference of 4 years meant something back then, it would mean something nowadays. It was only two friends who shared a nice friendship lasting only a couple years. There was nothing sexual involved;just two friends having some fun. Today, it may be looked upon as a crime. Then, it was just a couple kids enjoying each other’s companionship, that’s all there was to it.
I grew up in the 60s and seventies and we played similar games together just for fun. All we were doing was playing out everyday life as we knew it. Since spanking was a part of that every day life, we emulated it in our play.
Some were spanked on the bare, others weren’t. Some were never spanked but wanted the experience so we included them in our games of house and school. They began by observing then participating as “bad” kids.
Most kids chose me as the “daddy” or “principal”, I don’t know why. I guess it was just my technique or the comfort of my lap that kept them coming back for more. We were cautious to not hurt them so much that it would scare them away from playing with us. We also watched out for tattlers, so in a larger group, we just spanked over clothes. The baring was done with a smaller group and in a secluded place with full consent of all participants.
Again, this was all in fun and role play.
At 6 and 7, such games were considered “sweet” and a part of a kid’s natural growing up. We just emulated what we saw at home, school or on TV in our play. We were spanked so we, just naturally, included it in our play.
By the way, how did you find yourself in HER room at her house, with the door closed (I presume)?
For the 10 year old, this wasn’t as “natural.” The “natural-ness” of the game faded by age 8-9. I can’t believe you did this out in the open, even if it was as dusk. To bare an older girl’s bottom out in public was kind of risky, don’t you think?
Did anything ever come of the games you played with these three kids; like, say, resentment?
