Were you or are you spanked by your Parents into your Teen-Years? In what situations was or is it used? What is your opinion on it?

It was the Summer of 1970 and I was just back from my third year in college. I was 20 and my daddy spanked me good and hard after I informed him that I was not going back to the university in Toronto in the fall, that I had transfered to a university closer to home and that I knew I had it comming. He was both furious and disappointed because U of T was his Alma Mater and he hoped it would be mine too. But I hated it. He asked me to go to my room and "prepare" myself, which meant inserting a couple of suppositories up my rectum, emptying my bowels, showering, dressing up nicely in a skirt and heels and waiting for him to come in and order me to lift my skirt, remove my panties and assume the appropriate positions to receive my dues.

I was his only child and since I was about 3 or 4 spanking on the bare bottom had always been his punishment of choice. I got it 7 or 8 times a year at least until I left for college, I knew I was to get a "full spanking" for something as serious as dropping out of college and that only meant one thing: that my panties would come off and probably also my skirt and that he was going to use his hand (or sometimes the back of the brush) for the first 20 slaps (he called it the warm-up), the belt for the next 20 and the paddle for the last six plus corner time in-between. I would be over his lap on the couch for the hand, flat and face down on the bed with my hips propped over 3 pillows for the belt, and on all fours with my bottom up in the air for the finnishing paddle.

Oh, how it hurt... I cried and cried and cried. I got a second spanking a month afterward, and a third one a month after that. And that was it.... The last time he did it he said that he would not spank me again, ever because I was getting too old. And he kept his word.

My stepfather always whipped me completely naked, and at least in front of my stepbrothers, stepsister and mum. I was sixteen when I started living in his house with my mother. Often the whippings even occurred in front of others as well, such as my friends! While whipped naked (leaning on the back of a chair, with wrists and ankles fastened to the chair's legs with adhesive tape) I had to keep a bar of soap in my mouth (the awful taste lasted for days)... and I received each time no less than 100 lashes (often more than 200), with a thick belt! The pain and humiliation were terrible! Sitting on a wooden chair at school in the subsequent days was extremely painful...
My stepfather was a strict believer in corporal punishment, associated with public humiliation from 15, "because this is the only way for the punishment to be effective on old boys" he used to say (however he corporally punished only me, never my stepbrothers and stepsister!). He used to warn me with "you'll be always disciplined in front of witnesses: the more, the better" and "you'll receive all your whippings in your birthday suit, stark naked, without even socks". I have to admit that initially I was rather sassy toward him, but punishments didn't stop even when I became much more polite and well-behaved: there was always a reason to discipline me (even for leaving the toilet seat up or not answering the question "What time is it?" quickly enough). A couple of times that I was whipped in front of my "friends", also three girls were present (you may imagine my overwhelming humiliation). While boys seemed to be a little sympathetic (even if they all had a grin on their faces), girls turned out to be real witches: I soon became "whipped a*s" for all the school. One time, I was even dragged by a group of bullies to a restroom, where they str....d me naked in front of a dozen boys and girls gathered there on purpose to see my whipped bottom: it was a nightmare. Whippings in front of my classmates were the worst, but there were several others in front of my stepfather's friends and relatives, as well as some neighbors (besides the "regular" witnesses, i.e. my stepbrothers, stepsister and mother). My stepfather passed away a few years ago, and now I have forgiven him...