User: Rincewind

I'd never heard of birthday spankings till I visited the inlaws for my 40th birthday-my wife said I had a treat in store-and I certainly did-but not so much a treat.

For after supper my wife announced it was time for my 'spanking', and after a bit of chat I was persuaded to bend over a chair in full view of the whole party-and to my shock got six hard strokes with a switch on my fortunately trousered bottom.

It really stung, and I certainly did not sit down for the rest of the evening.

The tradition has continued to this day-but in a gentler fashion.

Apparently the father in lawe had lived in the USA and thought it a good idea.

It was many years ago now, but I can remember just how painful being tawsed on the bare bottom could be at the age of seventeen.

I had to bend over a chair, lift up my kilt and lower my drawers: for I think it was six strokes.

Yes, I did yelp and by the end of it I was crying.

My memorable caning.

At the age of 22, I damaged my father's car whilst parking my own: a silly mistake on my part-careless in fact.

He told me that I was not too old to be taught a lesson, and the outcome was my bending over the kitchen table for eight strokes of the cane on my underpants.

By the fourth I was making a bit of noise, and at the end I was crying. Cretianly it was a week before I could sit with any comfort.

Crying.

It was not just the girls who cried-I had six strokes in front of the class at the age of seventeen for bad work, and though it was many years ago I can recall yelping and crying.

A long time ago, but I was caned in front of the class at the age of seventeen for repeated bad work. It was very painful, and certainly I learnt my lesson.