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.
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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 1stformal 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 1st 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.
Knowing she will be feeling it on her bare bottom in moments
There are many older teens across the world that still feel the sting of a hard spanking on their bottoms. For many, having grown up with corporal punishment, the spankings got harder as they got older. While there are many choices of implements that can be used to administer a hard spanking to a naughty young lady, very few are as effective as wooden implements.
18 and still paddled on her bare bottom by dad
In the typical home, there are a few choices of wooden implements to choose from that are readily available. Most kitchens have a wooden spoon or two and while not too effective over clothes, they certainly leave a lasting impression when used on the bare bottom.
A wooden spoon spanking before bed
Another option is the wooden hairbrush, a favorite of mom’s and grandmothers for many decades. One of the most effective tools for administering a hard spanking to an 18 year old’s bottom is a wooden paddle. There is a reason that this is the implement of choice for the school that utilize corporal punishment, it gets results. A wooden paddle is guaranteed to get to the root of the problem and is effective over clothes and on the bare.
Her bottom displays the results of a hard paddling
The main drawback is that paddles are not readily available, and some time and effort has to be put into their creation. However, for generations, many handy dads have spent a couple of hours in their garages and workshops creating the implements needed to teach their daughters the lesson they deserve. It is not entirely unheard of, when a major offense has been committed, for a father to bring his daughter out into the garage and have have her help him create the paddle to be used on her bottom
Over the Knee for a hard hairbrush spanking
Whether the discipline is administered with a paddle, hairbrush, or wooden spoon, there is no doubt they are all effective. Wooden implements not only sting, but they hit with a thud. This type of spanking is sure to leave her bottom very sore. This is after all, the purpose of a spanking, to create enough discomfort that the likelihood or her repeating the undesirable behavior is reduced.
Her punishment is a bare butt otk spanking
Even at the age of 18, bare bottom discipline is often required. Picture the typical out of control high school senior who thinks that she is all grown up, full of attitude and disrespect, and feels that the rules no longer apply to her. A bare bottom spanking with a wooden implement takes her right back to that place, where she knows how to behave, and realizes that mom and dad not only still make the rules but will not hesitate to enforce them.
Bent over her bed for a hard punishment
Horrified, she listens as mom explains exactly what she did wrong and exactly what the result are going to be. She cannot believe at the age of 18 that she is hearing those words “lower your pants and panties and get over my knee”. She knows there is no hope in arguing as she forces herself to do exactly as she is instructed. She glances at the brush as she goes over her mom’s lap, knowing exactly how bad it is going to hurt.
Mom punishes her 18 year old bottom
Before is even begins, her eyes fill with tears. Mom starts the spanking with great enthusiasm and spanks as hard as she can. If her daughter is going to still be spanked at the age of 18, her mom knows she better make it a count. She spanks one cheek and then the other, focusing on the lowest parts of the bottom, making sure she remembers this spanking every time she sits down. She spanks long and hard, disregarding the cries from her daughter, waiting until the fight has left her. Once the struggling has ended, she knows that a lesson has been learned. She gives another dozen swats, good and hard, as a final reminder for her daughter to be good. It was a very hard punishment, but her daughter’s behavior warranted it, and she cares enough to discipline her as required.
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Rubbing her very bruised bottom after her paddling
There are many situations in a young lady’s life in which the moment may call for her to be disciplined. Different teens respond to different types of punishments. There are cases in which, when dealing with an 18 year old high school senior that placing restrictions on her, or grounding her might achieve the desired results. But for many older teens, the only way to really make a point is with a long and hard spanking.
Inspecting the damage on her bare butt.
Those girls that grew up with corporal punishment react a little less in the late teens than they did when they were a little girl. Most parents find that they need to escalate the intensity of the spankings as she grows into a young woman. While a handspanking may have solve most disciplinary issues as a youngster, clearly the same discipline does not have the desired effect when she is 18. Not only is the intensity generally increased, but so is the severity of the implement used to apply the spanking. It is not uncommon for implements to progress over the years. From the use of the hand, to a belt, to a paddle, or even an antique wooden hairbrush. Most parents are quite creative and are able to make use of implements found in most households. Some young ladies may have even grown up feeling the sting of such items as a switch, a wooden spoon, or even a large wooden bread board which easily can be used as a paddle.
Rubbing her bruised bottom
Another common progression as a teen gets older is to go from a spanking over clothes to a spanking on the bare bottom. Many may think that a bare bottom spanking is a bit childish, but nothing can be farther from the truth. It is far more embarrassing for an older teen to have to present her bare bottom to be spanked. This not only increases the level of pain she will feel during her spanking, but it leaves her feeling exposed, embarrassed, and even at the age of 18, fully realizing that she can still be disciplined when her actions call for it.
The effects of the paddle are very clear on her bare butt
One of the problems when spanking a high school age teen girl is that as she has gotten older, the mental impression that the spanking leaves is not as long lasting. The whole process is not as scary as it was when she was younger. Once it is over, it is much easier to put the whole thing behind her. This may require the parent that is administering the spanking to have to spank longer and harder than they may be typically inclined to do. The punishment is not only about the pain she is feeling on her bottom during the actual spanking, thought must also be given to how her bottom will feel for the next several days.
Pulling her tight jeans up over her swollen bottom is painful and difficult
Obviously the spanking itself should cause enough pain to result in tears. There is no doubt that as she pulls up her pants after a long bare bottom spanking that her butt should be on fire. But is serves very little purpose if in a couple hours the pain goes away. The teens of this generation have a short attention span and so very quickly there is the possibility that she puts the whole event out of her mind. The whole process of teaching a lesson goes out the window if she is not aware of her spanking for many days to come.
She should find herself choosing to stand whenever she can for the next couple of days. Sleeping on her stomach instead of her back is proof that the spanking was effective. When she decides to relax on her bed and listen to a little music, and all she can do is lay and rub her sore bottom, it is clear that this was the kind of spanking that will be long lasting, will have an effect on her attitude, and may ever extinguish the undesirable behavior.
The bruised bottom in these pictures are the result of hard punishments, administered on camera, in a very realistic manner. These videos are part of the current member’s area at Realspankings.com
Sent outside to pick a switch with her bare bottom on display
A tradition with much history is the time honored tradition of sending a teen daughter or grand daughter outside to cut a switch from a tree or bush to be used on her very own bottom.
Cleaning the switch she is about to be spanked with
The use of a switch used to be much more common, but it is still a disciplinary practice that is used quite often in the deep South. Many teen girls learn the hard way that grandma is not to be messed with as she sends them outside to cut a switch.
A group of girls clean their switches before baring their bottom for a hard bare bottom punishment outside.
For the teen girl who is about to be punished with a switch, the process can be quite overwhelming. Having to actually be such a participant in your own spanking really adds a sense of dread and apprehension. Looking at each small branch on the tree, wondering which one will hurt more. She knows that if she selects one too small, that there will be additional punishment.
Bare butt switching outside.
After choosing which one will be used on her bottom she is then required to take the time to strip every little twig and leaf off of the switch. She is forced to touch every inch of the implement that in just moments will be used on her.
Getting her bottom beat with a thin branch outside
A switch is not very effective over clothing, so she knows for sure that this is going to be a bare bottom punishment. As she cleans the switch she can’t help but think about how bad it is going to hurt. Each stroke is so very specific, burning into her skin…she can feel it already.
A striped bottom from her switching
After 10 minutes of hard work, specifically designed to aid in her discipline, she takes the switch to mom or grandma for inspection. She is hopeful that she chose one good enough to be used on her bottom or she knows she will be sent out to start again. She cringes as the switch is flicked through the air as a test to see if it will be strong enough, and more importantly, if it will sting enough.
Spanked on her teen bottom and thighs with a switch.
The dreaded moment finally arrives and she is instructed to lower her pants and panties and to bend over. She hears the sound and feels the pain all at once and it brings tears to her eyes instantly. The pain burns so bad and she knows that there are many more strokes to come. Over and over the switch burns into her bare skin as her mom works her way down her bottom. Mom is going to make sure this is a lesson she will never forget, so she does not stop at the lower part of her bottom.
A hard switching on her sunburned bottom
She continues her way down her thighs and stops just above the knees. Her mom then methodically works her way back up the thighs and back to the bottom. With her teenage butt and legs on fire and covered with welts from the switch, mom starts again and makes a full run down and up her bare bottom and legs once again. After two full passes, her mom stops for just a moment to lecture her daughter about her behavior and gauge to see of there has been an attitude change. She decides that just as she received it herself growing up, that maximum severity is required for this offense. She starts all over, from their very top of her daughter’s butt and once again works her way down to the backs of her knees and back up again. She swings the switch very hard and lands at least 4 strokes per inch. Once again, two full passes up and down her daughter’s legs and ass, leaves no part of her bottom untouched. When it is is over, where once before each stroke was so very specific, they now all blend to create a firestorm of pain. The teen girl cannot contain herself as she continues to cry long and hard. This punishment was administered in such a way to fully extinguish the undesirable behavior and the mom can walk away confident that it will never happen again. Her 18 year old daughter now knows that she is never too old for a spanking and that she will do everything in her power to never feel the burn of the switch on her bottom or legs again.