ANSWERS: 54
  • I think I was about 8 years old.
  • last month by my hubby!!!!
  • 7 or 8. It was the last time I lied to my parents.
  • A month before I turned 15.
  • LOL!!! Probably sometime in the year before I got married at 18. lol!!!
  • I remember it well, I was 13 almost 14. I was standing in front of my desk and I didn't notice him enter the room.So I'm standing doing something and with no warning he strikes me on the upper back of my legs. The belt made a loud smack. It surprised me I quickly turned around and looked at him. He knew that it didnt hurt. Around the end of my 9th grade year he would still yell but he would never touch me. I was scared of him then but when I think of it and see pictures of us I was twice his size.
  • I was 16, and the official reason was for being depressed. "Now, snap out of it and act like a member of the family." Usually spankings in our family were administered just because they were the parents and they could do it.
  • I wasn't spanked much, I learned not to anger my father from watching my brother get spanked so much. I think I was 9, my father punched me in the arm and knocked me to the floor when I was about 15.
  • I was 17. Yes, 17. I got the belt for having bad grades. I never paid attention in school and was warned that if I didn't do better, I was going to be spanked. I was pre-warned, so it was my fault. I couldn't sit for a week :-/
  • When I was 3 or something...it was because I was just being a complete ass in 3 year old form.
  • 16, I got spanked for calling my mom a *itch.
  • im 15 now and i got it on jan 1st casue i was out drinking for new years eve. i didnt get it when i got home b/c i was kinda drunk but i got it later on.
  • It was just before I got married LOL!! I was a little over 18. I don't remember what for, probably talking back :-)
  • I was probably 16ish and I'm pretty sure it was the first time I called my mom a b!tch.
  • yes almost all d time
  • I was 11 or 12 and we had this drunk neihbor that used to call me names as I rode past her house on my bike. She called me so many that I got tired of it and in front of her son, I repeated everything back that she called me. She was so infuriated she marched to my house, yelled at my mother for raising such a disrespectful little girl and then she slapped me right in front of my mother. Later on, I went back and rode my bike all through her flower bed. :-)
  • about 14, I got a little too excited with fire =/. In my defense, it's not my fault that the tree was so over extended!
  • I was 12. I flattened him. He never, ever tried it again
  • I was never spanked as a child, I think I may have had a slapped hand or a smack on the legs when I was very young. My Mother was very strict but not in a physical way.
  • I think I was about 9 and I was spanked for taking off in a store with my baby brother. My parents were frantic. I do think my mom slapped me in the mouth once when I was a teenager for talking back.
  • I've never been spanked/slapped or physical abused in any way. I might have deserved to be at some points but I guess my parents thought it wrong and didn't believe it would do any good.
  • I was accused of calling my sisters friend a hoe..I did not even know what a hoe was and i was 14...I was a home body..It was my last spanking because i slammed my mom. She punched me in the nose and i started bleeding and i freaked out ..I felt bad but, what could i do?
  • at age 18 for saying shit to my mom i was strip to my bare ass and bent over the arm of a chair and got about 20 licks with my belt
  • Spanked? Beten is more like it. The last one was at 18, then I eloped so they could never touch me again.
  • I'm 44 now...last night...just kidding:) Probably about 10 or sixth grade...don't really remember what age I was in what grade. Mom boogied that year (thankfully) and the nuns only beat on the little kids.
  • Actually, my last spanking "as a kid" was also my first. I was 24 it was at my wedding rehearsal and was given by my finance for throwing a tantrum and slapping my mom. [that was also my last tantrum] Obviously the spanking finance is now my husband and he still won't tolerate bad behavior. As a result, my behavior and attitude have greatly improved over the years. Even my parents say they wished they had used his methods while I was growing up.
  • I think I was fifteen... I snuck out to a party while my dad was out of town... oh, he was mad when he got home the next evening... ouch!
  • It was 1966. Like now, we were in an unpopular war, LBJ was President, the Baltimore Orioles swept the Los Angeles Dodgers in a four game series, and the Boston Celtics beat the Los Angeles Lakers in the NBA Finals 4 games – 3. Born in June of 1954 with spastic cerebral palsy, I was a smart mouth twelve-year-old. I recall Mom had just about enough with my flipped tongue that day. After all, I started early that morning and continued when I came home from school despite Mom’s warning. “You aren’t too old to take across my knee!” Still, I was one never afraid to test the boundaries of my parents’ limits. Why should this day be an exception? I took Mom’s words as a personal challenge. I responded without thinking. Though I mumbled the words, mom heard them, “I hope not or else you or Dad couldn’t wipe my bottom.” Mom was fuming. I knew the words were cruel. Mom told me, “That thought young man is very in sensitive.” Thinking back on it, I’d have to agree! Mom finished frying the potatoes for our home fries and cooking the chicken and vegetables for supper. There probably were canned peaches for dessert. Before we began each meal, we said grace as a family. After dinner we gathered in the living room to pray the Rosary. A local radio station use to broadcast this prayer devotional in early evening throughout the week. Like grace each night we prayed the recitation of the Rosary as a family. As we got older several of us wished not to take part. At 12 or 14 , I was almost at that age. After we finished Mom said to me, “Smart mouth, now I wall tend to you.” Within minutes Mom wheeled me into the bathroom. Before taking me out of my wheelchair Mom asked Dad, when the last time was that I had a B.M.” Dad answered, “Three nights ago!” Without anymore discussion Dad brought in the hot water bag and contents for an enema. Mom began to empty the hot water bottle’s contents into me. I had been through this before. Constipation has been a recurring problem throughout my life due in part to my disability – spastic cerebral palsy and my limited mobility. My outer pants and underwear fall to floor. When the process was complete, mom sat me on the toilet. It seemed like a long time, but it was only 20-25 minutes before the enema began to complete its job. With a large family and one bathroom, I am sure it seemed like an eternity to everyone. I called Dad, but Mom came in. I knew I was in trouble. As Mom came in she stated, “You’ll eat the words you threw at me this morning!”Mom warned me sternly. Trying to ease the tension I said sarcastically, “What are you going to do, spank me?” With that Mom turned me over as she sat on the tub’s edge, placing me on her thighs, Mom wiped my butt. The toilet was clogged, it overflowed and I began to laugh due to being a bit nervous. Throughout my life, I’ve laughed when I am nervous. Psychologists refer to it as “a hangman’s laugh.” Then Mom said, “I already have you across my lap and I will prove the point I was attempting to make this morning!” Nervously I said, “There is no need!” However, Mom was bound and determined. My pleads seemed to fall on deaf ears “Please, don’t!” I begged. Mom was not convinced as Mom looked at the belt that was on my pants. This was what Mom intended to use. But it lied on the bathroom floor soaked. Before starting Mom placed me back on the toilet, washed her hands, put on the ceiling exhaust and called Dad from the kitchen to get the egg turner. He brought in seconds. That day as a 12 or 13-year-old smart mouth kid I got my due. It was one of the last spankings of my childhood. If not my last, certainly, it was the last I remember. Nevertheless, I have no doubt, like many times before my fanny was glowing and I slept on my stomach that night. Like a long lost library book, Mom felt this spanking was long overdue! And, who am I to say it wasn’t?
  • It was 1966. Like now, we were in an unpopular war, LBJ was President, the Baltimore Orioles swept the Los Angeles Dodgers in a four game series, and the Boston Celtics beat the Los Angeles Lakers in the NBA Finals 4 games – 3. Born in June of 1954 with spastic cerebral palsy, I was a smart mouth twelve-year-old. I recall Mom had just about enough with my flipped tongue that day. After all, I started early that morning and continued when I came home from school despite Mom’s warning. “You aren’t too old to take across my knee!” Still, I was one never afraid to test the boundaries of my parents’ limits. Why should this day be an exception? I took Mom’s words as a personal challenge. I responded without thinking. Though I mumbled the words, mom heard them, “I hope not or else you or Dad couldn’t wipe my bottom.” Mom was fuming. I knew the words were cruel. Mom told me, “That thought young man is very in sensitive.” Thinking back on it, I’d have to agree! Mom finished frying the potatoes for our home fries and cooking the chicken and vegetables for supper. There probably were canned peaches for dessert. Before we began each meal, we said grace as a family. After dinner we gathered in the living room to pray the Rosary. A local radio station use to broadcast this prayer devotional in early evening throughout the week. Like grace each night we prayed the recitation of the Rosary as a family. As we got older several of us wished not to take part. At 12, I was almost at that age. After we finished Mom said to me, “Smart mouth, now I wall tend to you.” Within minutes Mom wheeled me into the bathroom. Before taking me out of my wheelchair Mom asked Dad, when the last time was that I had a B.M.” Dad answered, “Three nights ago!” Without anymore discussion Dad brought in the hot water bag and contents for an enema. Mom began to empty the hot water bottle’s contents into me. I had been through this before. Constipation has been a recurring problem throughout my life due in part to my disability – spastic cerebral palsy and my limited mobility. My outer pants and underwear fall to floor. When the process was complete, mom sat me on the toilet. It seemed like a long time, but it was only 20-25 minutes before the enema began to complete its job. With a large family and one bathroom, I am sure it seemed like an eternity to everyone. I called Dad, but Mom came in. I knew I was in trouble. As Mom came in she stated, “You’ll eat the words you threw at me this morning!”Mom warned me sternly. Trying to ease the tension I said sarcastically, “What are you going to do, spank me?” With that Mom turned me over as she sat on the tub’s edge, placing me on her thighs, Mom wiped my butt. The toilet was clogged, it overflowed and I began to laugh due to being a bit nervous. Throughout my life, I’ve laughed when I am nervous. Psychologists refer to it as “a hangman’s laugh.” Then Mom said, “I already have you across my lap and I will prove the point I was attempting to make this morning!” Nervously I said, “There is no need!” However, Mom was bound and determined. My pleads seemed to fall on deaf ears “Please, don’t!” I begged. Mom was not convinced as Mom looked at the belt that was on my pants. This was what Mom intended to use. But it lied on the bathroom floor soaked. Before starting Mom placed me back on the toilet, washed her hands, put on the ceiling exhaust and called Dad from the kitchen to get the egg turner. He brought in seconds. That day as a 12-year-old smart mouth kid I got my due. It was one of the last spankings of my childhood. If not my last, certainly, it was one of the last I remember. Nevertheless, I have no doubt, like many times before my fanny was glowing and I slept on my stomach that night. Like a long lost library book, Mom felt this spanking was long overdue! And, who am I to say it wasn’t?
  • Well.....I can't remember the last time I was spanked by my parents..... :P
  • My last one was by my mum last year when i was 18. Sofie
  • I was about 12 or 13 when I said to my mum that whatever she could do now, I would not feel pain anymore. I think it was the last one because I don't remember I received another one after that moment.
  • I was eleven.:-)+
  • I was spanked as a child, as were my sisters, until we started looking more grown up. My dad said it was not proper after about 10 or 11, then we were grounded, from everything.
  • I remember two spanking when I was growing up. One, undeserved, by my paternal grandfather when I was very little. One when I was about seven years old for helping the neighbor boy play with fire.
  • I'm sixteen now; and yes my mom has spanked me. I haven't been spanked in a couple years; around age 14. I got caught at a party I wasn't suppose to be at and then got rude with my mom. My mom is a single mom and has raised me all by herself; yes she is strict but I have the upmost respect for her; she's my best friend and I love her dearly.
  • I was 13....then I got lectures....I wish I would have just gotten spanked instead.
  • i wasnt spanked. i got ordered to my room for a bad attitude. gradually i liked being in my room. i got sent and stayed. i fixed those adults. i got more cooperative as i got older.
  • Never spanked! I was grounded from seeing my friends and playing outside! : O (
  • My last Spanking was at age 18.I Had Been disrespecting my mom for days.My mom called me to her room and told me that i had one coming and told me to go pick a switch when i got back she told me to grab my ankles.I thought she was gonna tear me a new a**hole.
  • response to dannyj's comment i would get whupped from my back to my ankles(for some reason i cant post comments)
  • 40. Very embarassing;)
  • When I was six, I almost walked into traffic.
  • my last one lets see LAST WEEK just for staying on the computer and not getting off...my parent is way strct and opunishments is just the same SPANKIG with a METRE STICK..................................
  • me and my older sister have parents who are firm believers in spanking as dicipline. my sister lived at home till she was 20 and got spanked with the paddle from my mom for using her car without permission at that age. i recently just turned 18 and got (probably not my last) spanking last week for a bad report card from my mom aswell. i was bent over the kitchentable with underwear down and i was paddled until my bottom was shiny and red. they are the strictist parents on the planet. i know.
  • The last time I was spanked when was I was 17. My mother and I had been in one of those "we're not talking to each other" fights for about two days. When we were giving each other the cold shoulder, sometimes she would just stare at me with a mean look on her face. I was a smart ass one day and asked with her attitude "what are you staring at, huh?" she told me to get out of her face and to go up to my room. I had no idea that she was going to follow me up there. I was laying on my bed reading a book and she came in there with a spatula and pulled me by my hair off my bed! I feel on the floor and she kneeled down by me and pulled down my sweatpants and spanked the shit out of me for like 5 minutes. I was more embarassed than mad because it made me cry at my age.
  • a year back i was 16 and me and my brother Matt wnet to this party and our brother (Who raised us) caught us sneaking back in.... i don't think i sat down for a week at least
  • I;v been well spanked all my life. Most recently a pants and briefs removed butt busting last week at the age of 22 when my dad found out I had just driven home under the influence. I know I deserved this one. After he over heard my girlfriend scolding me for endangering both our safety as she was getting on her bike to for the short ride home, he appeared at the screen door with the dreaded 33 inch drilled lexan paddle in his hands causing my girlfriend to gasp. he motioned me to the door and ask me if I had been drinking before I drove home. I took a deep breath and said yes I have and yes I just drove us here and I was just apologizing to her for that. He said you are like a very irresponsible and disregarding young man who sorely needs a lesson in tough love! Take off your shorts and briefs and touch your toes in front of the work bench in the garage! You have earned yourself a hard spanking party boy! whereupon he proceeded to lay on a long hard thrashing that stole my wind right out of me and brought copious tears streaming from my eyes into my hair and dripping to form a splatter pattern which became a puddle on the concrete as he blistered my behind without mercy and abundant tears flowed. After an eternity that phase of my punishment was over and he told me to stand straight and look him in the eye as he vociferously bawled me the heck out and demanded I march straight to my room. My dad then grabbed my hair and pushed me into the house. I croaked to my girlfriend "I'll I.M. you" as my dad slapped my battered fanny all the way up stairs to my room. where a long resounding bare bottomed hand spanking ensued as I was draped over first his left, than his right knee, than his left again and so on as he repeatedly switched hands spanking me until I was confessing all my wrongdoings and had desperately apologized for each and every one of them many times over.
  • I stoped being spanked around the age 11. yup I know they stopped early.... I gues they stoped cuz i was going thre changes then if you know what i mean....
  • I was 12 when i got my last one. I can remember it quite well. I was being very rude and then she had me get over her knee t be spaanked 5 times. I smartend up after that, because it didnt feel good
  • my mom spanked me last at 13 and my dad 15. dad was a better spanker and it made an empression.
  • I just got it last evening.My results were not too good at least my mom was not satisfied and that was all. She called me to the kitchen and asked me to lean over a tool.Then she pulled down my skirt and panty and gave a few slaps on the bottom. I was made to remain in the position and then she came with a hairbrush and started spanking from my bare butts to knees. She made sure that it hurts dearly and gave nearly an hour of hard spanking. I could not sit after that on a chair and had to study and take food standing. Even today I am feeling pain.
  • Probably single digits. However, it taught me early in life that papa didn't take no mess.

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