Disciplined Daughters: Real Texas Spankings

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Re: Anything particularly cute cut your eye the most recent time you spanked someone? -- Frank, 11/24/23 12:02am

Then my cousin Leanne leaned over and whispered in my ear: “I haven’t had my turn yet.” As I zipped up my jeans, I allowed her to lead me into another room, where we were alone. I was elated and a bit tipsy. Leanne was much older than me – about 45, I guess, and quite solidly built. She seductively slipped me a 50 dollar bill, and said: “How about a special private little birthday spanking, in your birthday suit, honey-pie?” Re: Having a debate with my husband should my son be spanked bare bottom at 13 years of age. -- Dancerboy, 10/15/23 10:19pmRe: Having a debate with my husband should my son be spanked bare bottom at 13 years of age. -- Anna to Tracy, 10/16/23 9:54am Though spankings were less in fashion during my childhood, my parents were definitely firm believers in their effectiveness and all four of us were spanked into our early to mid-teens. Dad spanked, but Mom was the primary disciplinarian in the household. She had been a classroom teacher for several years until the older of my brothers was born and then she became a stay-at-home mom. Spankings were not an everyday event at our house but they were not rare either. I would say I earned one a month on average in my peak years from 10 to 14, then a handful after that until my last.

Re: Did your parents (or any other spanker) smoke cigarettes in front of you? -- CaringThroughAction, 11/ 7/23 8:00pm

Though the spankings were both uncomfortable and embarrassing, the upside was that once it was over, it was over and it was very rare that there were groundings or other restrictions attached to them. Re: Having a debate with my husband should my son be spanked bare bottom at 13 years of age. -- scamptoo, 10/16/23 3:44pm Re: Anything particularly cute cut your eye the most recent time you spanked someone? -- Diane, 11/24/23 7:37am It also transpired that it was the custom to hand out one, five or ten dollar bills to the birthday spankee – which was something else I didn’t know about. I was super-embarrassed to contemplate an actual spanking, but also pretty eager to collect some birthday dollars – this was a new twist to the story. Aunt Peggy saw my dazed grin, and said: “It’s up to you – no spanking, no loot honey-bun! Your choice!” So, one December, Uncle Donald, his wife Peggy and my cousin Leanne collected 14-year-old me from JFK airport whilst my mum and dad went on a business trip to Pittsburgh for a week. The idea was that we’d all meet up for Christmas again in Michigan.