Its been a long time in the making, but I thought I would retrospectively document my journey into BDSM, spanking, chastity, domestic discipline arriving at the current place whilst trying to avoid the nasty hurdles that life throws at you.
If you want to know more feel free to get me on Chat or IM. Comments are always welcome, but remember this is my story. In this post there is reference to punishment of children. I do not, in any way, condone punishment of children.
Spankings came first. As kid, my father never disciplined me, it was always my mother. He would just shout and rant and foam at the mouth and my mum would be forced to take action.
For small offences, it was usually a quick slap on the back of the legs or ass - easy to do when out and about. For the more serious things something more formal was required, bare backside over mum's knee knowing that you were not going to leave that knee with dry eyes.
I remember a couple of times being spanked along with my sister and feeling a thrill at the prospect of seeing/hearing her get spanked too. I guess that was where my spanking kink started.
Around the same time I was still in the first couple of years at primary school and had dodged school one afternoon with a friend. We were found out and were sent to see the headmaster. After the lecture he grabbed my arm and put me over his knee asking if I've had it before - yes I said. Well next time you'll be getting it, before making the same threat to my friend. Again there was that thrill that my friend might be getting a spanking.
Getting older, at home it was mum's slipper that was in use - a nasty hard rubber / plastic sole that stung like hell. Definitely none of that fluffy software on the other side.
At school at Scotland in the late 60's and 70's the tawse was in widespread use. The tawse was a piece of leather usually cut into multiple strips at the end. Some parents made their own, farmers usually had them, but they all did one thing in common - they were designed to produce salutary punishment to children's hands and backsides.
Unlike most schools where a miscreant is sent to the headteacher or their deputy, discipline in Scottish schools was performed by the classroom teacher. It could be for anything, the usual passing of notes, eating sweets, pulling the girls' hair, giggling, talking. Usually it meant a walk to the front of the class to hold out your hands whilst the belt (we called the tawse, the belt) was administered.
At primary school the starting punishment was one stroke, getting up to two, sometimes three as we got older. I was not alone, there was always an interest in someone getting belted by a teacher. Sometimes you could hear the teachers next door doing the same and you could end up getting belted too for not paying attention to the lesson.
Looking back, it was very ad-hoc. There was never any record of any discipline, never a note entered into your school report, and no punishment book. Most teachers could remember if you had been punished recently though.
The other upshot of being punished on the hands, and it was always on the hands with a tawse, was that when you went home your mother saw the evidence and gave you a spanking for misbehaving at school no matter what it was for. No questions asked.
I've read about other peoples experiences but my schools and all the other ones I know about through various clubs, bands, girlfriends, no-one was ever punished with a tawse on their backside either clothed or unclothed. But one thing was in common, we all had an interest in someone getting punished.
Sometimes we talked about tawses. We wanted to know if the two tailed or three tailed ones were worse, or if it was the light tan or the dark brown that made for a more effective belting. We never knew the answer because our experiences were at the business end as it punished our hands before being put away in its cupboard or drawer again.
Whatever happened during these early formative years I know I had an interest in spankings and punishments, however there was never any indication about how I was going to turn out: as a submissive or dominant.
Next post will catch up with my first interests in BDSM.
If you want to know more feel free to get me on Chat or IM. Comments are always welcome, but remember this is my story. In this post there is reference to punishment of children. I do not, in any way, condone punishment of children.
Spankings came first. As kid, my father never disciplined me, it was always my mother. He would just shout and rant and foam at the mouth and my mum would be forced to take action.
For small offences, it was usually a quick slap on the back of the legs or ass - easy to do when out and about. For the more serious things something more formal was required, bare backside over mum's knee knowing that you were not going to leave that knee with dry eyes.
I remember a couple of times being spanked along with my sister and feeling a thrill at the prospect of seeing/hearing her get spanked too. I guess that was where my spanking kink started.
Around the same time I was still in the first couple of years at primary school and had dodged school one afternoon with a friend. We were found out and were sent to see the headmaster. After the lecture he grabbed my arm and put me over his knee asking if I've had it before - yes I said. Well next time you'll be getting it, before making the same threat to my friend. Again there was that thrill that my friend might be getting a spanking.
Getting older, at home it was mum's slipper that was in use - a nasty hard rubber / plastic sole that stung like hell. Definitely none of that fluffy software on the other side.
At school at Scotland in the late 60's and 70's the tawse was in widespread use. The tawse was a piece of leather usually cut into multiple strips at the end. Some parents made their own, farmers usually had them, but they all did one thing in common - they were designed to produce salutary punishment to children's hands and backsides.
Unlike most schools where a miscreant is sent to the headteacher or their deputy, discipline in Scottish schools was performed by the classroom teacher. It could be for anything, the usual passing of notes, eating sweets, pulling the girls' hair, giggling, talking. Usually it meant a walk to the front of the class to hold out your hands whilst the belt (we called the tawse, the belt) was administered.
At primary school the starting punishment was one stroke, getting up to two, sometimes three as we got older. I was not alone, there was always an interest in someone getting belted by a teacher. Sometimes you could hear the teachers next door doing the same and you could end up getting belted too for not paying attention to the lesson.
Looking back, it was very ad-hoc. There was never any record of any discipline, never a note entered into your school report, and no punishment book. Most teachers could remember if you had been punished recently though.
The other upshot of being punished on the hands, and it was always on the hands with a tawse, was that when you went home your mother saw the evidence and gave you a spanking for misbehaving at school no matter what it was for. No questions asked.
I've read about other peoples experiences but my schools and all the other ones I know about through various clubs, bands, girlfriends, no-one was ever punished with a tawse on their backside either clothed or unclothed. But one thing was in common, we all had an interest in someone getting punished.
Sometimes we talked about tawses. We wanted to know if the two tailed or three tailed ones were worse, or if it was the light tan or the dark brown that made for a more effective belting. We never knew the answer because our experiences were at the business end as it punished our hands before being put away in its cupboard or drawer again.
Whatever happened during these early formative years I know I had an interest in spankings and punishments, however there was never any indication about how I was going to turn out: as a submissive or dominant.
Next post will catch up with my first interests in BDSM.
