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(Thanks, Rob)
"I grew up in Berkeley, California and the ritual of the way my mother spanked
me was different from the way the children around me were spanked by their
parents because my mother was from Bolivia, South America.
Although I did not grow up in Bolivia, I was disciplined in the same way that a
Bolivian child would be disciplined. I was spanked on the bare ass with a
kimsacharani, which was a flogger with three braided tails. Each of the three
tails had a little knot at the end. Growing up, the kimsacharani was always
hanging on a hook on the inside door of our hallway closet, as if it were always
waiting to be used on me. I was whipped a couple of times per month with this
leather implement when I was between five and nine years old.
I remember that my mother would often warn me that if I didn’t behave that I
would “get it” with the kimsacharani. My mother was a very strict woman when I
was that age and I think that what she hated the most were the times when I
would talk back to her. The warnings would culminate until my mother finally
felt frustrated and fed up with my behavior and then the spanking ritual would
begin.
It would always start downstairs in the living room or in the kitchen. I would
say or do something wrong and my mother would slap me across the face and scold
me in Spanish. She always reverted to her native language when she was angry and
when I heard it, I knew immediately that I was really in trouble and was going
to get my ass whipped.
After being slapped in the face, my angry mother would grab my wrist and drag me
up to the top of the carpeted stairs to the hallway closet. The closet door
would open and my mother would grab the kimsacharani from the hook inside the
door.
The following steps all happened very quickly. My pants were yanked down to my
ankles, she would sit down on the carpet in the hallway with her back resting on
a wall, then I would be thrown over her bare thighs (my mother liked to wear
shorts at home), and I would be whipped on my bare ass.
I have no way of knowing how long the whipping took place, but I do know that I
was quickly screaming, kicking, and crying over my mother’s thighs for mercy,
which was not given to me until my mother felt that I had been properly punished
and had learned my lesson.
Afterwards I was put in pajamas and sent to bed, usually in the middle of the
afternoon. I was not allowed to get out of bed until morning, but my mother
would come into my bedroom and check on me. In a very caring way, she would
explain that I could not get out of bed because I was being punished, but that
she wanted to check on me and make sure that I was all right.
Something about those experiences at home left me with a strong interest in
being spanked to this day, especially when I am stressed out or finish a large
project for work.
Rob"
Published: 02/28/07
(Gracias, Miguel)
"Actually, I was never spanked until I was 10 when, as an orphan, I went to live
with my godparents.
My parents were never strict with me, so I was rebel and bad behaved.
As I arrived at her home, my godmother took me to a room to talk with her, and
she explained me the house rules. If I misbehaved, I would receive spankings and
strappings, and she even explained me the ritual to follow before and after the
punishments.
When I misbehaved, which was truly often, my godmother, that was who generally
applied the punishments, took me to her room, where I had to take off my clothes
from the waist down. The she began scolding me, and I had to answer “yes,
madam”.
The positions varied according to the severity of the fault. If it was very
serious, as bad grades at school or answering back to my godparents, I was
forced to bend over holding my ankles and I was flogged with a rod. The number
of lashes was large, until leaving my buttocks well marked and burning.
At the end of the punishment I had to apologize for the fault and I was forced
to stand at a corner of the room with my naked buttocks,
If the fault wasn’t so serious the punishments were also painful, but not as
much as with the rod. They consisted in going also to my godparents room, where
I had to put down my underwear, lay in her lap with the naked butt and I was
spanked with the hand, and afterwards the belt until my buttocks were very hot
and red. Them I had also to apologize and stand in a corner with my buttocks
bare.
I was spanked from when I was ten until I reached adulthood.
Miguel"
Published: 04/11/07
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