Spanked for real life
Here is a short from Jeanie B who originally posted a comment to the post ‘real life adult daughters still spanked.’ She kindly agreed not only to allow it to be posted in its own right, but expanded upon. It appears here in a slightly edited format as agreed with Jeanie.
I love this blog and was attracted to it by the corner time aspect to the title. I have been into spanking for as long as I can remember, but growing up, I never thought I would be. Until I found this and other blogs I thought I must be a bit weird. I am 32 now and have a satisfactory, if intermittent spanking relationship with a man I met online some years ago who lives in another state.
My first spanking was an embarrassing punishment when I was still at college. It was completely unexpected and came at me left field as things in life often do.
I was 20 and had just transferred to a new university after a complication at my first college that I won’t bore you with. It is sufficient to say my life was in a state of upheaval at the time and I think I was more open to what happened.
I found myself in a strange town and reluctant to go into halls again at my age so I was put on to a family who was by an odd coincidence a cousin of a teacher at my first college and an old college friend of a neighbour’s aunt from back home.
Coming from the East, the Mid-West was an alien country to me. College had a whole lot of rules out of the ark; another reason for me wanting to live off campus.
The family in question had an adult son who lived in another state and one 19-year-old daughter Anne, who went to the local community college and who lived at home. The father was a trucker and spent a lot of time away and they were only too happy to have a bit of extra money from a paying guest.
I have to say at this point that the money I paid was very little and came from my parents, so having me live there was a huge favour.
To cut what might turn out to be a long story short, I found out early that Anne was sometimes still spanked by her mother, Grace. Not that often I don’t think, but she was openly threatened with it on several occasions, much to her embarrassment and my secret thrill.
Twice during my first semester I came home to find her standing in the corner in just a short shirt, once having been spanked and in tears and once waiting to be spanked. The shirt on both occasions was long enough to cover her bottom, although I did see some redness at the top of her thighs. I was later told and myself found out more intimately, that the covering was a concession to her because I might come home as I had done.
The second time I got to hear Grace spanking Anne downstairs, after being ‘told’ to go to my room. On that occasion I resisted the temptation to sneak down and watch, but I became obsessed about it after that as you can imagine.
Anne wouldn’t talk much about it and what little she did say aroused my interest even more. I found out that corner time could be a public thing, with the daughter only being allowed to wear just enough for modesty. That really wasn’t that much and a couple of times later on I saw a peek of her bare bottom when she was made to put her hands on her head for back chat while still in the corner. But that was later and came as an embarrassing revelation as will become clear.
By public thing, I mean corner time when the family had visitors, which included friends of both genders.
Then at the start of my second semester I came home to find Anne in the corner in just a short sweat-top. I had made an unexpected return home so they didn’t know I was there. So instead of going in as normal, I went through the garage and hid in the kitchen to observe through the serving hatch which had been left slightly open.
I supposed sometimes I am a bit of a switch sexually, bi I mean, but I didn’t know that then. So I got a little ruffled seeing her bare behind and it confused me. But I put it down to the upcoming spanking, which it mostly was.
Grace was sitting in a chair reading with a hairbrush nearby for about 15 minutes after I started watching and I remember being scared she would come in to the kitchen at some point and got ready to run into the garage.
Then she told Anne to come to her. As she turned I could see she had a real attitude about it, not that that was going to last.
I couldn’t see the spanking too well as it was off to the side, but it was loud in both impacts and Anne’s yelling. All through it Grace would say stuff like ‘I’m going to blister your BEE-hind,’ which was how she talked and ‘you won’t sit for a week,’ which was all the stuff I read about and fantasised about.
I also learned that she was being spanked for going to a party where there was beer and had lied about it.
The most amazing thing was how Anne went from being a brat to crying her head off and saying she was sorry. The spanking went on for a real long time and for most of it Anne was saying sorry like that.
Then after she had to go and stand and face the wall again so I got to see the effects on her bottom. It was all dark red and puffed up all over and she was bawling her head off like a kid.
Grace put the brush down on the table like she might want to use it again and went to leave the room. I panicked and in my rush to get into the garage I knocked over a packet of flour that had been left on the work surface.
That is how Grace realised I had been there. So when I ‘came in’ 10 minutes later I was confronted by a real angry mom. She called me a sneak and a peeping tom. I just broke down and said I was sorry but that I had got curious.
I said I would leave, I was so embarrassed, which was when Grace said I was “just an immature and silly girl after all.”
Then she added, “So you are curious are you.”
That’s when I knew what would happen and my heart started pumping.
“That’s right,” Grace had a real weird look like an evil smile and we both knew I would let her spank me.
Nothing was said then, but I was sent to my room to get ready for bed and then told to come back down.
When I got back Grace was sitting on the couch with that hairbrush in her hand. Then she told Anne, who had been facing the wall the whole time, to turn around.
I don’t really remember how it happened but the next thing I knew I was over Grace’s lap with my PJ bottoms off and my behind sticking up.
I was embarrassed and scared the whole time, and Grace had me crying a bit with just the scolding before the spanking even got started.
The spanking was a shock. At first I didn’t quite take it in. It was just a crack and a blast on my behind. Then it hurt. Then it really, really hurt. Then I was thrashing about yelling my head off like a kid, crying from the start.
At first I kind of felt where the hairbrush was landing and that was pretty much all over my bottom. Then my backside was just one pain and I really got down to some serious hollering.
All my life I had been obsessing about spanking, but right then I was cured and I was very, very sorry.
At some point I started to yell out loud over and over that I was sorry, which I later found out was what Grace had been waiting for. Not that the spanking stopped right away, but I knew even then that it wasn’t half so bad as Anne had gotten.
Afterwards I had to stand next to Anne facing the wall while I had a good cry. But even though we had to stand there for a long time, all evening in fact, I did feel better. It was odd to me then, but by the time the worst of the pain had eased off I started to feel kind of cosy even through the embarrassment and throbbing behind.
Ever since I have always felt corner time was sort of therapeutic after a good sound spanking, but it is murder on the nerves beforehand.
After that first time Grace came to me in bed and we talked while she put some cold cream on my tail, a luxury that would not be afforded to me again. I made a genuine apology and sincerely thanked her for straightening me out. I really felt good about it.
She said something like, “You know there is a lot about your behaviour I don’t approve of. I think maybe you need taking in hand young lady.”
The next day I had dark stain like a birthmark all over my bottom which lasted in some form for almost a month. I think it went just in time for my next spanking.
Yes, after that I was spanked more often than Anne. I could have died the first time I had to stand in just my PJ tops and panties when Grace’s husband Frank was there; the panties her only concession for his presence. I was bare when it was just Grace and Anne.
Once I got used to being part of the family, this was nowhere near as bad as standing there in nothing but one of Frank’s old shirt’s having been or about to be spanked with people from the neighbourhood or some of Grace’s friends and relatives around. You can bet that Anne and I did not encourage our friend’s to call around much.
I graduated college three years later at 23 and I was soundly spanked about once a month the whole time I lived there. As was Anne until she moved out about a year before.
I am still in touch with Grace and sometimes she makes references ‘to those days’ in her mails. I still blush to think about it.
My interest in spanking intensified after that, although I never enjoyed them and don’t now. But I feel so much better afterwards. I think Grace knew and was happy to go along.
With hindsight I wonder if she enjoyed it too. When Anne and Frank weren’t around, she certainly thought of a couple of ways to augment my embarrassment and discomfort, but that is kind of private and one for another time maybe.
Thanks again for your blog and the chance to sound off.
Yours Jeanie B.
Thank you Jeanie.
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