My parents raised me this way until I was 16. I knew it from the beginning. If I messed up, my pants would come off, I'd be spanked, and then I, or rather my bare bottom, would have to learn a painful lesson. When the hand eventually wasn't enough, they tried various disciplinary aids. Wooden spoons, hairbrushes, and slippers proved particularly effective (I immediately started whining), so from then on, they regularly danced on my disciplinary surface. I always got a spanking on my bare bottom, and tears were often shed.
I remember it from my youth, which lasted until the turn of the millennium. Being late, smoking, getting bad grades, and misbehavior were punished. For this, a 90 cm long bamboo cane called the "Stekkerla" (Franconian for stick) was always kept within easy reach in the corner.
I had a lot of respect for that thing. Back then I thought it was terrible, but today I think it's appropriate and I raise my children that way myself, but only when there's no other option.
As a child, I was punished by my mother for every little thing throughout my entire childhood, and she was merciless in her strictness; pleading and begging only had the opposite effect.
When I was a teenager, that was completely normal. If I did something wrong, in my mother's eyes, I had to take my pants down, and then I'd get a good beating.
In fact, it didn't even start for me until I was 15.
Strangely enough, I was always able to behave sensitively for a while afterwards…🤗
My parents raised me this way until I was 16. I knew it from the beginning. If I messed up, my pants would come off, I'd be spanked, and then I, or rather my bare bottom, would have to learn a painful lesson. When the hand eventually wasn't enough, they tried various disciplinary aids. Wooden spoons, hairbrushes, and slippers proved particularly effective (I immediately started whining), so from then on, they regularly danced on my disciplinary surface. I always got a spanking on my bare bottom, and tears were often shed.
I remember it from my youth, which lasted until the turn of the millennium. Being late, smoking, getting bad grades, and misbehavior were punished. For this, a 90 cm long bamboo cane called the "Stekkerla" (Franconian for stick) was always kept within easy reach in the corner.
I had a lot of respect for that thing. Back then I thought it was terrible, but today I think it's appropriate and I raise my children that way myself, but only when there's no other option.
I was born in 1980. Back then, it was completely normal to be punished like that. It continued until I was 16 or 17.
I was born in 1962 and it wasn't normal to be beaten.
My friends would also be punished like this
I was born in 1979 and my parents spanked my bare bottom whenever necessary.
Depending on the type, severity of the offense, and my age, I would get my bottom spanked with a hand, flip-flops, a wooden spoon, or a clothes brush.
Until I was about 10 or 11, my mom did it, and now my dad does it a few times, unfortunately. But not without reason, I must admit.
I know that. For me, it's Dad, too, and not without reason.
I have already written until 14 my mother then for a long time from father
Until I was 14 it was completely normal, sometimes on my bare bottom.
As a child, I was punished by my mother for every little thing throughout my entire childhood, and she was merciless in her strictness; pleading and begging only had the opposite effect.
When I was a teenager, that was completely normal. If I did something wrong, in my mother's eyes, I had to take my pants down, and then I'd get a good beating.
Hello, I was born in 82 and have not heard from my parents or grandmother, then you will now get your bare neck spanked, as grandmother said.
I still get it, but I also want it. I get it from my teacher.
I (m/55) got my bottom spanked regularly as a teenager, the last time when I was 17.
I still get my bare ass spanked regularly when I deserve it, on M15
Why did you block me, bro? Just because I don't want to exchange pics?
My mother always took care of it.
Mom still does it for me
w/12
I'm so sorry for you, Lezi12.
Get it from me too, Dad does it M15
1970 – 1978, by dad and mom.
Me, just a few weeks ago
This happened to me from time to time, and it was never undeserved. The last time was when I was 12.
Actually, this should soon come to an end, this time is over.
From my mother: And properly…
From mother.
I'm still getting my ass full
I'm so sorry for you, Binholau.
It's just like that