When I was a Kid... Chapter 1
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I was a kid, I really was fairly well behaved for the most part. But when I acted badly,
the first order of
business was to have mom sit down and talk with me.
I also remember being spanked as a very young
child (4 or 5) when I really tried mom’s patience.
That earliest remembered spanking happened
because I didn’t want to have my picture taken at some sort of photo
studio. I cried,
kicked and screamed, and really made
a big fuss. Mom
tried to talk with me,
but for some reason, I just kept on making an even larger fuss. I remembered her telling
me I’d get a
“lickin” if I continued to keep it up.
was embarrassing her in public, and that she’d in turn, embarrass me. I continued even harder. This was in some sort of
waiting area of the
photographer…I think it was in Sears, but I’m not sure.
I do remember that there were some other
people waiting there; some other folks who witnessed what was going on. Mom grabbed me, pulled me
over to her, and in
one great move, took down my pants baring my butt.
She then picked me up and laid me across her
lap. I was a bit
stunned by this, but
kept up my tantrum. Mom
began to spank
me, hard enough to get my attention, but I just kept on crying and now
kicking. I remember
one of my shoes came
off, flying past mom’s head! She
long enough to quickly take off my other shoe and both sox, along with
my pants and underpants! Then
quickly back over her knee as she continued to spank me. As her right hand smacked
my behind, her left
hand pushed down on my back and neck.
remember my shirt rode on down over my neck too!
I was sobbing as mom whisked off my
shirt. I was
totally naked now, with my
hind end getting redder and redder, and with other kids and adults
my spanking! I quit
continued to sob as mom slowed, then stopped my spanking. She gathered my clothes as
dad came in asking
in a loud voice what had happened.
Through my tear filled eyes I saw mom grab me by my hand
and led me out
of the store and into the car. When
got back home, I was lightly spanked again and made to stand in the
corner. This whole
time, I was buck
naked. As far as I
can recall, no one other
than dad said anything to mom, he had something to say about me being
where all could see me, but he was over ruled by mom.
this point, mom was the hands down (no pun intended) authority as dad
her to handle my discipline. This
first memory of a spanking, but it was very far from my only encounter!
was very much into routines, into cleanliness, and into doing things on
predictable as far as time. Each
certain things assigned to them, and there were monthly and seasonal
for cleaning. Mom
was very precise in
that role, and very predictable. Mom
always into doing things on schedule, and my habits were included in
got a bit older, and a bit more precocious, even though I don’t think I
ever really a bad boy, mom was into correcting me constantly. Somehow this was
coordinated into a weekly
time when mom and I sat down and went over my past week. When correction or
attention to things was
necessary, I went over her lap for a spanking.
Apparently, this was effective because mom began to just
spanking into a weekly routine. It
at some point during my early elementary school years.
I know I was being spanked weekly by the last
few months of my second grade classes.
Flick was my teacher, and I’d been having some “conduct” issues which I
really remember now. I’d
home, mom would sign them, and I’d return them.
The weeks when I had to have notes signed were when my
a bit more intense. It
was at this point
that the routine began that went something like this:
Thursday evening, after dinner, we’d have our weekly session. I’d go to my room, remove
my clothes, get a
kitchen chair and set it in the living room.
Mom would sit in the chair and I’d sit on the floor in
her. We’d go over
my week, then I’d
literally go over her knees for my weekly spanking.
When I’d done nothing really wrong, I’d still
get spanked, but it was very light.
was just to reassure me that mom was there, ready to correct me as
needed. When I’d
done things that needed correcting,
Mom got to the seat of the matter and warmed my butt.
When I really did things wrong, I knew my
spanking as going to be rough when mom had me go over one leg, then her
one clamped down on my legs, pinning me.
Those were the ones that were the most painful! But whenever the spanking
was over, be it
light or be it severe, mom would always hug me, tell me she loved me,
tussle my hair. I’d
then stand facing
the wall. Most
times, she’d return with
a plate of cookies and milk in a short amount of time, really the time
to go into the kitchen and get the snack.
When I did bad things, I was left to stand facing the wall
spankings were actually looked forward to by me!
It was as if I would have a clean slate when these were
Thursday night. When
I was bad, and the
spanking was intense, I’d be all blubbery and teary eyed, my bottom
sore and hot, but I’d look forward to the hugs afterwards and the
“I’d done my time” and all was forgiven.
the end of my second grade year, as I said, I was getting into some
which I don’t really remember why.
the notes back and forth to Mrs. Flick and my mom went on. Somehow, I just couldn’t
correct what was
going on, and I found out one Thursday that mom had invited my teacher
our house at the appointed time of my spanking!
I was totally embarrassed as mom invited her in, made a
pot of coffee,
and sat and talked with her…until the appointed time for my spanking! I was told that this day
was no different
than any other Thursday, and that Mrs. Flick was going to observe how
handled my discipline. I
sighed, went to
my room, removed my clothes, got a chair from the kitchen and set it up
living room…all in front of my teacher.
I can’t recall exactly how she looked…I was too ashamed to
her! I sat on the
floor in front of mom,
my eyes glued to the floor in front of me as mom asked me about my
conduct. Then it
was over her lap for my
spanking. Mom had
me over one leg, with
the other one clamping down my legs, her left hand on my back holding
down. Then the
spanking began. As
I recall, it was not as severe as many mom
gave me, it just went on and on! I
she was trying to make a point with Mrs. Flick!
Of course, I started to cry.
Eventually mom stopped, then, before I went to stand in
the corner, I
had to apologize to Mrs. Flick for my behavior. Then I went and stood
corner. But mom did
what she usually
did; tussle my hair, hug me, tell me she loved me, and asked me if I
why I’d been spanked. I
sniffled as I stood in the corner while mom went in the kitchen to get
snacks. After mom
and Mrs. Flick had a
cup of coffee and some cookies, I was allowed to leave the corner and
cookie and a glass of milk before I put my clothes back on. So, with a red butt and
red eyes, I grabbed a
cookie and the glass of milk mom brought me.
I quickly ate the cookie and downed the milk, then ran to
my room to get
dressed. Mrs. Flick
never had a problem
with me in class again. I
her to see me be punished again, so I never did whatever it was that
this whole scene!
punished by spanking, and so were it seemed like, all the kids in the
was almost a
given! I’m not sure
everyone got a
weekly spanking, but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.
Air conditioning was not something that was
common back then, and on any given summer evening, you stood a good
hearing a spanking as you went for a walk.
I know others heard mine, and I know for a fact that some
exactly when others were getting their spankings…they always seemed to
walking or riding their bikes past the house at just the right moment,
the right evening!
we were very close to the Baron family next door.
Maggie, the daughter, was a few weeks older
than me. They
always had a swimming pool
in their backyard. I
earliest one being a green square with red triangle seats in the
corner, and a
turtle or lizard design on the bottom of the pool.
At the time, mom didn’t have me wear any
swimming trunks in their pool, nor when we went to the local swimming
have a day at the beach. Mom
that little boys didn’t really need any swimming trunks, they didn’t
at the YMCA where I’d soon be taking swimming lessons, and mom didn’t
see a reason to have me wear them at that early age.
The Baron family all saw me naked, each and
every time I went into their pool.
continued as they got progressively larger pools in succeeding years
too! But let me
back up a bit here and talk about
an Indian guide, a group of boys and their dads who got together
YMCA. This began in
grade. We were the
lagonda tribe, I was
little white bear, and dad was big white bear.
One of the things that we signed up for right off the bat
was for me to
take swimming lessons at the YMCA that took place on Monday nights. The neat thing about these
lessons was that
they required us kids to not wear any swimming suits, and they also
for us to use. This
was a great thing
for mom, no wet suit for me to keep up with;no wet towel coming home on
night, which in her world was a wash day…the wet towel wouldn’t have to
around until the next washday!
first, dad joined me in the pool, and as was the custom, all men were
the pool. I learned
rapidly, and within
a few months, dad didn’t join me in the pool, but either watched from
benches set up on the end of the pool, or waited in the lobby with many
loved going for these lessons! Not
did I learn to swim and hang around with many of my “tribe” but I also
the freedom of swimming in the nude.
didn’t bother me, and I don’t think it bothered most of the other kids,
it was just
the normal thing to do. Now
when I began
these lessons, I still had never had a swimming suit.
That’s right, those early years I was naked
in the Baron pool and when we went to the Lake,
I was also naked.
first swimming suit was the summer I turned 6.
Now at the younger end of this, the toddler stage, I think
little boys at the were nude. As
recall, I was perhaps the oldest nude child at the age of 5 that went
lake. I remember
getting an all over tan
that year, and the enjoyment of scampering over the beach and playing
sand, only to just have to rinse off in the shower before heading
were the days! I
remember them fondly!
also remember, going to the lake with Mrs. Baron, mom, and Maggie in
early times during the mid week. Mom
didn’t drive, and enjoyed it when Mrs. B drove us. When we went as a
was during the weekends, but that one summer, mom and Mrs. B discovered
was much less crowded at the lake during the week. I usually got into
naked, why bother with a coverup when I was going to be naked on the
anyway? Mom didn’t
really think she
needed to wash anything that was loaded with sand, and as I recall,
Mrs. B once
commented that mom was lucky to not have to wash the sand out of one
swimming suit! So
you see, everyone was
accustomed to seeing a little boy run around naked.
early summer memories were filled with sun, sand, playing, and freedom
clothing when at home, the lake, and the Baron pool.
and I were great friends from the beginning. Maggie was perhaps my best
during those early years. I
it was that big a deal having a girl as my best friend at that time. And yes, Maggie saw me
naked many, many
times. I have vivid
memories of making
sand castles on the beach on those mid-week visits, and scampering and
splashing in the lake. As
mentioned, that was the year I had one heck of a deep, dark, all over
tan. Maggie was
actually jealous of my tan as I
recall…but her mom wouldn’t let her strip, saying young ladies needed
some modesty. It
was boys who didn’t
wear swimming suits, not girls. So
me being buck naked, and Maggie wearing her pink swim suit with a
her waist (best of my recollections), we played and splashed and had
fun. Other kids
would sometimes play
with us, but in my memory, I was the oldest or at least the biggest
at the beach.
was a friend, and though she was a girl, in those early years, she
paid much attention to my crotch and genitalia.
We played on the beach and we played in our backyards with me being
naked. I didn’t
think too much about it, it was just
a normal thing for me to do, and somehow I think Maggie thought the
same. Now I do
remember playing doctor, and as I
recall, our mother’s found us doing it, but as I remember, neither one
shocked. After all,
I guess it was
natural for kids to explore. I
that Mrs. B encouraged Maggie to explore with me, and though I can’t
sure, I believe that there was some sort of tacit approval from mom. This would come into play
a few years later.
I had those weekly spankings. I
admit, as I grew older, at times I got sexually aroused and had an
the beginning of the spankings, and if they weren’t punishment
chances are that I’d still be erect when the spanking was over. Mom noticed and on
occasion would comment on
my erections, but it was never a cause for me to be embarrassed. But as time marches on, so
does maturity, and
sometime in my 11th year, I began to realize my erections were for
than just sticking out! My
to grow, and my erections got firmer and longer lasting when being
as I just began to go
into puberty, mom had ideas that perhaps she shouldn’t spank me any
that the sexual aspect of it was perhaps unhealthy.
She thought that before I really got further
advanced into puberty, she should turn the responsibility of spanking
thought so highly of Maggie, it was really funny now that I think about
it. Mom always
thought she was such a
mature young lady, that she knew so many things, and that she was so
for her age. It was
trepidation that on one fateful Thursday, after cleaning up the dishes
dinner, mom and I went next door to the Baron house.
I thought my weekly spanking would take place
when we got home, but a whole new era in my life was beginning that
evening. Mom and
the Baron’s had a talk,
and unbeknownst to me, mom was going to hand off my weekly spanking to
other than Maggie! Maggie
who was my
friend, who was at one time my best friend, was going to be the one
it was to give me my weekly spankings, and if necessary and available,
punishment spankings! When
we went over
to their house, we went into their living room where they had a couch,
organ, chair, and television. I’d
over there so many times, playing games on the floor.
But this time, everyone else was sitting on
furniture, but I was told to sit on the floor.
I was a bit shocked when mom started talking about my
but then again, everyone knew about them. But what floored me was when
began talking of puberty and boys, and how it wasn’t perhaps proper for
spank me any longer. I
wasn’t sure I was
hearing her…did this mean I wouldn’t have my time of catharsis when I’d
something wrong? Did
this mean my sense
of someone having loving authority over me was over?
I was a bit confused.
Then mom told me that after consulting with
the Baron family, it was decided that I’d be coming over to their house
weekly spankings. I
began to feel even
more confused now, but the clincher was when Mrs. Baron chimed in with
Maggie will be the one taking over your spankings.”
I just looked at mom with wide eyes!
Mom assured me that all things would still be
fine, just that as I matured, she felt it uncomfortable for her to put
her knee and spank me, especially when I was “developing down there” as
it! And as Maggie
seemed so mature, as
she seemed so proper, it was determined that she should be the one to
administering my spankings. After
someday she’d be a mother, and this would be a good learning experience