Corporalpunishmentblog

Getting a Whoopin’

For many, “getting a whoopin'” is a foreign phrase, comprised of a word that does not

Blistering her teen bottom with the belt

appear in the dictionary.  For those of us who grew up in the South, a whoopin’ was just part of life.  A whoopin’ means that your bottom is about to feel the belt and that it will not be pleasant.  There are many young ladies in this world that still get a regular

Daughter getting ready for her whoopin'

whoopin’ from mom and dad.  It happens enough, that as you read this, more than one whoopin’ is being administered to a cute teen bottom somewhere. If you read the current statistics regarding corporal punishment in America, then we would have to believe the fact that this evening, after school, that there are going to be hundreds of whoopins being applied to hundreds of young ladies’ bottoms, in just a couple hours time.

A whoopin typically involves an older teen being sent to her room.  A unique thing happens once a whoopin has been ordered by mom or dad, ownership of the punishment.  It starts with, “well I am sorry, but I am just gonna have to give you a good whoopin’ tonight”. Once

Hand son her knees for a whoopin from dad

she is told that it is going to happen, it becomes hers…”get into your room, I will be there in a little while to give you YOUR whoopin'”.  I guess the reality is, is that it is her whoopin’, after all, she earned it.  But not all whoopins happen within the privacy of the bedroom, sometimes a whoopin’ can take place right on the spot.

For the family in which whoopins are really common, there is often a specific belt used just for that purpose.  It is typically large, most often a Western type belt, and can be clearly identified by the crease in the middle.  A belt that is worn on a regular basis, tends to have gentle curves, that mimics a person’s body, but a whoopin’ belt keeps its crease because it is always folded in half for the punishment.  It is often kept in a common area of the house, both for convenience, as well as to serve as a reminder to the young ladies of the house to be on their best behavior.

It really depends in the home, but a whoopin’ can be applied by the mother or the father. Sometimes one parent is the primary disciplinarian, or in some families, both parents will swing the belt.  Sometimes sisters will be punished separately, sometimes they are

Two sisters, both getting a bare bottom whoopin'

punished together. Traditionally she is required to bend over a bed or a similar such object with her hands on the bed.  Some parents may have their teen lay on the bed, or actually lay over something like the arm of a couch. It is not uncommon for her to be required to place her hands in her knees, or even grab her ankles. Depending on the family or the offense, she may be required to bare her pretty teen bottom for the punishment.

Bent over the couch for her whoopin

When a whoopin’ is applied, maximum force is generally used.  The parent wants to be sure that a lesson is being taught, so maximum force, and as fast as safely and accurately possible is the most effective.  As an older teen, she should know by now to hold still during her whoopin’, but if she moves out of place, additional punishment will be required.  Some parents add more strokes with belt, others find it most effective to go ahead and include her upper thighs as an additional punishment. While the bottom is well padded for a whoopin’, the thighs are not so much, and really sting under the pain from the belt.

In the deep South, it is not uncommon for a whoopin’ to last for several minutes.  Ten to twelve strokes just are not enough to teach an 18 year old naughty teen a real lesson. In the South, a good whoopin’ is measured by the length of time, not the number of licks with the belt.  In this part of the country a “blistered bottom” is not a

Lowering her panties for a bare bottom whoopin' from dad

figure of speech, especially when she gets a bare bottom whoopin’.  A bruised bottom and welts is not out of the ordinary, it is pretty much the goal.  If she is going to still act up at this age, she can count on a blistered and sore bottom for many days to come.  If you were not whooped growing up, consider yourself lucky, because right now, at this very moment, there is an 18 year old high school senior with her pants and panties around her ankles, getting her bottom whooped long and hard by daddy.  She might be hating it, but you can be sure that she deserves it.  After all, it is HER whoopin.

All of these images of real teen girls receiving authentic whoopins come from the videos in the members area of RealspankingsPass.com.

Step dad does not hesitate to use corporal punishment

Having grown up in his household, corporal punishment was nothing new to Jade.  Her dad was a firm believer in spanking and she had received it from a young age, and still now at the age of 18, he does not hesitate to blister her bottom when it is needed.  When she was little, she typically received a handspanking when she was naughty.  As she grew into a teen, his hand was not quite as effective, so she graduated to his leather belt.  It was at

Step-dad comes in with the paddle

some point in high school that he began to use a wooden paddle.  There were still occasions on which he would use his belt, mostly out of convenience, but the wooden paddle seemed to be most effective on her.  While not common, when the situation calls for it, he would make her drop her pants and panties for a long and hard bare bottom paddling.

When Jade’s dad remarried, Jade ended up with a step sister.  Unlike Jade, who was typically well behaved, Monica had a tendency to get into some very real trouble.  On more than one occasion this resulted with her being picked up by her mom from the police station.  Monica’s mom saw how effective the use of corporal punishment was on Jade, and

He uses corporal punishment on his step daughter's teen bottom

after six months of this new blended family, she finally asked her new husband if he would handle all of the discipline in the family.  Two girls, both 18 years of age, was turning out to be quite a handful for this new family.

So corporal punishment became the new norm for this household, and for Monica, she was in a unique situation of getting her first spanking at the age of 18.  Her mom wondered why she had never tried corporal punishment sooner.  It seemed that Monica was quite responsive to being taken to her room by her step dad and given a good and hard paddling. He tried to be respectful and to allow her some modesty, so he never required her to bare her bottom for a paddling.  This does not mean that he went easy on her though.  He made sure that her bottom was good and bruised by the time he got done with her.

The spanking bruises her bottom

With two 18 year olds in the house, they found themselves in a fair amount of trouble together.  He was a firm believer that those he played together, paid together.  When they were in trouble together, he would send them both to the same room to wait.  This allowed them time to consider what they did and to discuss how they would avoid such behavior in the future.  Both girls got quite anxious prior to their paddlings.  Even though Jade had grown up getting

Now his daughter's turn for the paddle

spanked, it did not seem to leave her in a relaxed state prior to a punishment.  They both knew how much the paddle hurt.  His favorite paddle was actually a decorative bread board that hung on the wall in the kitchen.  Anyone that visited just saw it as a cutting board, the girls had to look at it in plain sight, everyday, knowing that its real purpose was to bruise their bottoms.  It was made from a  heavy wood, and was the perfect size to cover one butt cheek with each swat.

When they were both paddled it typically always played out the same way.  One girl was ordered to bend over the edge of the bed with her hands and elbows on the mattress. The other girl was made to sit at the head of the bed and to watch the entire paddling as she waited her turn.  There was very little lecture, as they knew why they were being spanked.  Once in place he would begin with the corporal punishment.  He would raise the paddle high in the air and bring it down full force on one butt cheek.  There was no warm-up, this was discipline, so it was as hard as possible from the beginning.  With just a second

Her bottom is very bruised from step dad's paddle

or two pause after the first swat, he would bring the paddle down on the other bottom cheek.  There was never a set amount of swats with the paddle, he just continued until he got the reaction he was looking for…tears.  He was a firm believer that any spanking required tears, so he paddled long and hard until the girls were crying.  If it was a severe offense, they might find themselves crying for a couple of minutes as he continued to paddle their bottoms.

Once he finished with the first girl, they were required to switch places.  Just as before, the girl who was paddled was now required to watch the other girl get her spanking.  The girls were the same age and committed the same offense, so the punishment was just as hard for both.  Just as with the first sister, he starts out swinging the paddle in a manner that is intended to produce tears.  He swats back and forth from cheek to cheek, slowly bruising her poor bottom. He concentrates on the lower part of her butt, to maximize the soreness when she sits down.  He knows that this punishment will not be over for them when he

Rubbing her step sister's bruised bottom

stops spanking them with the paddle, this is just the beginning.  When they get out of bed tomorrow morning, they will not forget that they were in trouble, they will be feeling for many days to come.  He continues the paddling until he is sure that a lesson has been learned, and then without a word it stops.  He leaves the room and allows the girls to calm down a bit.  The girls wipe away the tears and then take a moment to calm each other down.  A little lotion rubbed on each other’s bottom helps take a bit of the sting away.  They rub each other’s bruised bottoms and know that tomorrow is going to hurt.  They are 18, they are step sisters, and they still receive corporal punishment with a paddle.

This scene can be viewed in high def video in the member’s area of Realspankings.com

Go to your room, I will be up with the belt

It is a frequent event in the lives of many older teen girls.  There are no time outs, no one is getting grounded, privileges are not being revoked, this is being handled the old fashioned way.  She is in trouble, the lecture is short, she is simply sent to her room to wait.

Waiting for her whuppin from dad

She closes her bedroom door and has a seat on her bed.  Her mind is focused on nothing but the belt.  She knows far too well how it is going to go.

Her door will open, there will be very few words spoken.  She will be told to stand up, turn around, lower her pants and her panties, and to bend over and place her hands on her knees.  She does not have to be told anymore to stay in position, she has learned that lesson the hard way on more than one occasion.  When she was younger her dad would use the belt that he was wearing at the time.  Now that she is 18, he has a special belt he bought at the western store just for this purpose.  It is heavy, thick, and wide and it teaches a lesson, and it does it quickly.

Getting her bottom tanned with the heavy belt

Nothing else is said, it begins suddenly.  It does not matter if her last whuppin was last month, last week, or yesterday, there is just no getting use to the pain that this belt brings. Before he even raises it for the second stroke, the tears begin to roll down her cheek.  His goal is to teach her a lesson, and always achieves his goals.  A stroke per second lands on

Trying to hold still during her whuppin

her bottom, as he works his way from the top of her ass, to the top of her thighs. She knows from experience that his belt will make this same journey from top to bottom at least three times.    Thirty total strokes with the belt, assures that she will be on her very best behavior.  At this point she is fully sobbing and cannot contain herself.  He tells her to have a seat and leaves her with her thoughts.  With her bottom still bared, she sits gingerly and cries long and hard.

The tears flow hard after her bare bottom strapping from dad

She is a teen girl in the South, it does not matter that she is 18.  She still lives at home and just like many young ladies in her situation, she is still spanked when it is needed.  It may seem severe, but it serves its purpose and she did indeed learn a lesson.  A bruised bottom is often what it takes.

This scene is not fantasy, it is an exact description of a severe strapping that Brandi receives in the member’s area of her website.  Visit it here.

A hard paddling on her teen bottom

Looking at the paddle that is about to be used on her bottom

Melody is about to learn that not all spankings need to be applied to the bare bottom.  Yes, a bare bottom spanking can be very effective and having to pull down her pants adds a major amount of embarrassment.  But not every situation requires a bare bottom punishment.  In this case, her father has decided to send he up to her room, with the paddle that is about to be used to spank her teen  bottom.  She if forced to sit and reflect on not only what she did, but exactly how that paddle is going to feel on her butt.  She has felt that paddle before and she knows how much it hurts.  It not only stings, but it hits with a heavy thud, the kind of pain that she will not be forgetting for quite some time.

Corporal punishment with a wooden paddle

A hard paddling teaches her a lesson

Her heart drop as he enters her room.  He is very polite in the way he approaches the whole thing.  He does not raise his voice, he just asks her for the paddle and tells her to bend over.  She places her elbows on the bed, widens her stance a little, and prepares for the worst.  He lifts the paddle high into the air and brings the paddle down with as much force as he can.  There is a very loud sound, and a second later the pain begins to set in on her tight bottom.  It takes all of her strength to not move out of position, but she knows that any movements will result in additional swats. He raises the paddle, and once again, swats her poor bottom full force.  Her infraction was severe, so the resulting punishment is equally severe…he is really laying it on this time.  Over and over again he paddles her.  The paddle hits the same spot each time, the very lowest part of her ass.  She knows that this part is going to be bruised and sore, she also knows that this is the part of her bottom that feels the most pain when she sits down.

Looking at her bruised bottom after being paddled

It seems to her that the paddling will never end. Her bottom is throbbing in intense pain and she can barely hold still any longer.  Just when she is about to lose control, he stops.  He exits the room and she is simply left with her thoughts and a very sore butt.  She gentle pulls down her tight jeans and her panties to inspect the damage in the mirror.  She sees that her butt if red all over, but at the very lowest parts of her butt cheeks, she is black and blue.  She gently rubs her butt and it is hard to the touch.  She is very swollen, and experience tells her that it will only get worse.  As much as she hurts now, she knows that in the morning it will be so much worse.  For now, all she can do is lay on the bed, on her belly, and try to rub the pain away.  But this was not a gentle handspanking, and no amount of rubbing is going to make it go away.  She will be stuck with a sore teen bottom for many days to come.  The only way to prevent her bottom from hurting as much as it does, is to stay out of trouble.

To see the actual video of Melody being paddled in her room, visit the member’s area of Realspankings.com.

Punished at home with the hairbrush…A True Spanking Account

A very nice true account of getting spanked with a hairbrush while growing up, sent to me by one of my blog readers.

For me, honest to goodness all out spanking and corporal punishment began when I was maybe 12 or 13 years old.  Sure, as a child I had the occasional few swats delivered to my backside, generally in a very spontaneous manner.  As I recall, more than one time my dress was raised for a swat with a hand from my mother on my panties.  It was not formal, it was not all that painful, but it was enough to get my attention.  It was not the standard form of discipline in my home, I was typically grounded, or lost privileges of some sort.  When I was younger, I was a very social being, so the thought of not getting to play outside was the worst thing possible.

As I approached my teen years, I tended to spend more time in my room, listening to music and reading. Being grounded at this age did not mean quite as much as it did, and certainly was much less of a deterrent.  It was around this time that spanking, and I mean full blown tears and screaming sort of spanking, became a reality for me.  It did not happen very often, I would guess that I received just less than ten formal spanking in my life from the age of 12 to around 17 or 18.  The reason I was spanked so rarely was the fact that my parent’s technique worked very well.  So well in fact that if I found myself in just about any situation that may be considered “against the rules”, I questioned whether my behavior could result in me being spanked.  If I thought there was any chance of my behavior resulting in a spanking, I tended to not engage in that behavior.  I guess that is what you would call effective discipline.

I would say that for each and every formal spanking that I received, it was deserved.  There was no doubt that I had indeed done something wrong.  They did not spank for any little offense, and tended to cut me quite a bit of slack.  I can recall several things that I was spanked for over the years.  The most common thread was something that I had been warned about several times.  Another common theme was me “not contributing” to the running of the household, which basically meant I was slacking on my chores.  It took probably a couple of weeks of reminders for things like chores, before it turned into a spanking, but when a spanking was announced…look out.

In general, I was not part of the initial conversation in which it was decided that I was to be spanked.  I got the sense that these conversations took place at night, after I had gone to bed.  My father worked a very early shift, so on most days of the week; he was already at work when I got up.  I typically had breakfast with my mother, and generally liked this part of the day.  There were times, like if I had committed some major offense (skipping school and such), that I might have a feeling that a spanking was on the horizon.  There were other times, such as being reminded too many times in a month to take out the trash, that the announcement of a spanking caught me completely off guard.   I am not sure how much thought my mom put into it, but she was really good at being very sweet while delivering the most devastating news.  We could just be sitting there having a nice breakfast together, before school, and out of the blue she would say something like, “your father and I spent quite some time last night discussing your recent trend regarding household contributions, and I am sorry to say that you will be getting a spanking tonight”.

I cannot recall a time in which I was not informed well in advance that I was to be spanked.  I am almost sure that this was very much the point, and I think this was my mom’s doing.  I never really knew her mother, but I have heard enough to know that my mom grew up in a very strict household and her and my aunts and uncles had their bottoms blistered on a very regular basis.  While my dad always administered the discipline, I think just about every aspect of the punishment came directly from my mom, and most likely her experiences growing up.

Once the spanking announcement had been made, there was really no discussion about it.   I knew there would be a detailed lecture that evening before I was punished.  I also knew that there was no getting out of it…a promise of a spanking was always kept, if it was announced it was reality.  There was also never any anger when she told me.  If it was not for what was going on inside my head, it would be like there was nothing at all wrong.  The problem was, I knew what this meant.  A spanking was not a little event, which I was just glad to have behind me so I could go on with day.  I had friends who were thankful they were spanked instead of being grounded because they could just “get it over with”.  Clearly, their spankings were much different than mine.  My parents made spankings count.  Each one was an event that lived with me for a very long time.  It was effective enough that I would do everything in my power to make sure I was never spanked again.  I did a fairly good job, but I was a teen and my attention span lasted only so long.  But they were effective enough that I cannot recall a year in which I was spanked more than twice.  I honestly think that after my very 1^stformal spanking, that I went at least an entire year without getting in trouble again.

So, as sweet as possible I would be told that I was to be spanked, and then I just had to go about my normal routine.  It was easier during the school year; there were enough distractions at school, that for at least a minute at a time, I could forget that I was going to get the spanking of my life that night.  During the summer it was harder.  I would keep that discomfort in the pit of my stomach for the entire day.  It was hard to try to go out and be with friends, it was hard to get lost in a book, or just put on the headphones.  For the most part, I would have about 10 hours to contemplate my fate.  However hard it was, I would make it through my day, and eventually my dad would come home from work.  Until just a few minutes before the spanking, nothing would change from our routine.  My dad would relax, my mom would be fixing dinner, I would set the table…it was like any other night in our lives.  On more than one occasion I actually thought that maybe that had forgotten that I was going to be spanked, it was just business as usual.  Even during dinner, it was almost taboo to talk about what was to come, we treated it like any other day.  But I knew sometime after dinner, generally after the dishes had been cleared from the table and put into the dishwasher, that I would here the call from my mom, “honey, will you please join us in the living room”.

I always tried, but it was generally hard to hold back the tears.  I knew what the results of this were going to be and there is just no way to suck it up and be brave.  I give my parents credit; the lectures were always very nice.  There was always much talk about helping me to become a better and more effective person.  I cannot recall a time that a voice was ever raised, regardless of the circumstances.  There was never a situation in which I did not know what I was being punished for.  There was also never a situation in which I did not, at least on some level, knew that I had done something wrong. However, regardless of how bad the offense was, the severity of the punishment always exceeded the crime.  They felt that if they were going to take the time to actually spank me, they were going to make it count.  This once again I feel goes back to how my mom was disciplined growing up.  The lecture would go for at least 30 minutes, I would tell them how very sorry I was for my behavior, and we would all agree that this was being done for my general growth and development. They would tell me that they have always been proud of me, but clearly I required some additional guidance at times, but this was normal and that I was just learning the lessons of life.

At some point, my mom would begin to wrap up the conversation and ask my dad if he had anything else to add.  I would also be asked if I had anything additional to say.  Eventually, she would get up from the couch and go to their bedroom to get the hairbrush, well calling it a hairbrush is a bit of an overstatement.  It was an oversized wooden hairbrush that was missing at least half of the bristles.  It was clear that this brush had probably not touched hair in a few decades.  I never had the courage to ask, but I am pretty sure my mom’s own butt had felt the hairbrush when she was a child.  My dad would get up and grab a chair from the kitchen table and move it into the open space between the dining area and the family room.  While I would have been in tears for most of the lecture, this is the point in which the sobbing would begin.  I knew exactly what I was about to feel and there was nothing pleasant about it.  I would generally bury my face in my hands and just wait.

Waiting for mom to return with the hairbrush

I would hear my mom coming back down the stairs, my dad would take a seat in the kitchen chair, my heart would be close to exploding at this point.  One of them would say, “Let’s get this over with”, or my mom’s favorite, “it is time to put this behind us”.  The brush would be handed to my dad and I would be called over.  While I was always spanked on the bare bottom, I was allowed a little privacy.  I was expected to lower my pants, or raise my dress or skirt, and then I went over my dad’s knees.  Once I was over his knees he would lower my panties to just below my butt.  At no time during any spanking I ever received did I ever expose the front of my crotch.

My mom would lean against the back if the couch and watch every second of the punishment.  She felt it was a family affair and that it was important for all of us to be a part of it.  The reason the sobbing was so out of control at this point was a result of what was about to follow.  Experience has taught my dad that I was not able to hold still for any part of my spanking, it just hurt too much.  Before he started, he would swing his right leg

Holding me in place for a severe spanking with the hairbrush

over the back of my legs and fold my right arm behind my back.  Sometimes I would hear him say “here we go”, or sometimes it would just begin.  The first swat would take my breath away and actually stop the crying for just a second.  I do not want people to get the sense that my parents were abusive, I was indeed in trouble, but I know that he was hitting me as hard as he could.  They felt that this was to be a learning experience and there was no holding back.  There was no stopping to lecture, there were no swats that punctuated each word he was saying… there were not even any words.  My butt was spanked long and hard covering just about every inch from the top of my butt to the top of my thighs.  I was hit hard enough that every single swat created a purple bull’s eye.  The goal of the spanking seemed to be to make sure that my entire bottom was covered with the little purple circles.  While my dad always administered the spankings, my mom generally told him when it was enough.  Although on a couple of occasions, he stopped, and she told him that she felt I needed just a little more.  I never really fully stopped crying during the spanking, but at some point I would always begin to relax a little.  At some point my body would just give up a little.  The beginning was always worse than the end, those first couple of dozen…well there really are not words to describe how much they hurt.  I would generally get to the point of crying so hard that there was really not even a sound.  I could not say for certain how long my spankings lasted, nor how many swats I got with the brush.  It all tended to get a little blurry and time did not make much sense, it is kind of hard to put into words.  If I had to guess, I would say that I was typically spanked for 2 or so minutes.  It seemed that I was swatted pretty fast, so I would guess the typical spanking involved more than 100 swats, but it is really hard to quantify.

Bruised bottom from the hairbrush

Without warning it would stop.  I would feel my panties being pulled back up, and that was my cue to stand and raise my pants and cover myself back up.  My mom was always quick with the first hug and an apology that this had to take place.  I would then get the “I hope that we never have to do this again” speech from my mom.  My dad had very little to say when we were through, but would generally offer a nice hug.  Afterwards, I was basically free to do whatever it is I wanted.  This typically involved me going to my room and continuing to cry for quite some time.  As far as the pain went, right after the spanking was not as bad as during the spanking.  But I knew from experience that the worst was yet to come.  I am pretty confident that this was the entire point of the spanking in my parent’s eyes.  If they just wanted to bring my butt pain, get me crying, and teach me a quick lesson, that was all accomplished in the 1^st dozen swats.  But I think the goal was for me to feel the pain of my lesson for a long time to come.  Over the next couple of hours the pain that I felt began to build.  My butt was always very hard to the touch after a spanking.  It was always very sore, but maybe just a little numb.  From the ending of the spanking, until I went to bed, it just hurt more and more.  During the spanking it would best be described as stinging a lot, but after it was a much deeper pain.  I would most often find myself sleeping on my belly the night after a spanking.

The next morning is when the next phase of my punishment would begin.  Getting out of bed and walking was almost a chore, my butt muscles would be so incredibly sore.  It was like I had become a little old lady over night.  I would almost limp my way into my bathroom.  Sitting to pee was a rude reminder of my infractions and the consequences.  I am not exaggerating about how much it hurt, in the fact that on more than one occasion, I burst back into tears as a result of sitting on the toilet.  Sometimes I would look at my butt in the mirror, other times I would not.  It was always black and blue, and I mean every inch of my butt.  I knew during those times when I looked at it, I could put a stop to my spankings.  All it would take was to show any adult other than my parents, the condition of my bottom, and they would probably be brought up on charges by the State.  This was the early to mid 80’s and while spanking was not illegal, it was not as widely used as in my parent’s day.  But I loved my parents and I knew they meant well and wanted the very best for me, they just happened to have, while rare, a very severe style of discipline.  So I just dealt with my reality, an incredibly sore butt that would stay that way for 2-3 days.  School was as bad as it got and 8 hours in hard wooden desks was often more than I could stand.  While I hated the waiting around to get spanked during the summer, I much preferred the days after to be during the summer.  I could at least spend the next couple of days on my belly and not sitting.  I think my mom got at least a little enjoyment over the fact that my butt was so sore.  She could not but help throw out the occasional comment when I was squirming at my seat at during meals.  I think most of this came from the fact that I am pretty sure she had the same experiences growing up, so she knew what it felt like.

I can honestly say that the spankings I received growing up, especially those with the hairbrush greatly influenced my behavior.  They made me behave better and to try my very best to not get into trouble.  The spankings were severe but always justified.