Home punishments (boys)

Edinburgh, Scotland, '70s

(thanks, Peter)

"From 8 to 16 or so I was caned regularly. This was always ritual, being sent to the garage for the cane after the deed was discussed and the reasons for punishment given.

The slow and painful walk back to the sitting room, holding the very instrument that was about to cut into my boy's flesh.

Being held, standing, to receive 2 or 3 strokes across the backs of the bare legs, or if in serious trouble, on the hands, then being ordered out of shorts and underpants that had to be folded and placed on a chair nearby. If caned on the fingers, struggling to get naked with burning hands, being speeded up with additional strokes to the legs.

Then, bending to have my bottom whipped.

The whipping was slow, to allow the pain to sink in and to wait for me to get back into position, as after each stroke I would kick out and stand clutching my red hot behind. Not letting go meant gentle taps of the cane to the knuckles or again hard ones across the legs, aimed at the red lines already present.

My father was very strict, but so were all his friends and they would advise each other on the best ways to increase the pain of the punishments. We boys were often caned in front of them and their sons. I always hated the part where I was forced to remove my short trousers as I could feel all the eyes on my boy's penis as it emerged from my underpants. But I also remember, from an early age, being very excited when I saw other boys being caned naked and enjoying the fact that once the pain was coursing through their bodies and they were screaming and holding their sore bottoms, they were oblivious to their nakedness.

After getting, depending on what I did, up to 12 cuts on the buttocks plus the extra on hands and legs, having to stand in the corner for some time before being allowed to redress and say sorry. And more…

Peter"

Published: 02/07/04

Central America, city, '80s

(gracias, Maximiliano, original in Spanish)

"Hi,

The punishments I received at home were for lying, bad grades, and coming back late.

I received them until I was about 16.

The ritual was always the same: my mother would take me by the arm with one hand, holding the belt with the other while leading me to the living room.

Then I had to lower my pants for beginning the punishment.

I would receive the first lashes this way. Then she would bend me, lowering my underwear, and she would give me about 6 more lashes.

She would be very annoyed by then, and she wouldn't care if there was somebody else at home. She beat me in front of my aunts, and once, in front of a neighbor girl. I was 14, and she should have been around 10. I felt very bad about she seeing me beaten, and seeing my bare buttocks.

I wouldn't want to live thru one of those floggings ever again.

Maximiliano"

Published: 02/20/04