School spanking

When I was in primary school we had a music teacher for one hour per week who was very strict. If anyone was naughty she would announce that they were to be "severely punished".

She would then move her chair into the middle of the front of the class make the person being punished bend over her lap and spank them.

The first two times this happened was one of the girls, and flipped up the back of their skirts and spanked them on their knickers. Quite a thrill for me to watch.

On another occasion it was me, over her knee I went and she slapped me about ten times, it wasn't that hard and the real punishment was probably the humiliation. It was certainly no where near the severity of the spankings I got at home.

The girls all complained that they got smacked on their knickers and I was allowed to keep my trousers up. The teacher said she had smacked me harder, which I don't believe.

Ever since then though I have fantasised about getting a proper spanking off of her.

When I entered Junior School, albeit decades ago, I was fully aware that School teachers punished
naughty boys by spanking them, I can also remember some boys feeling 'miffed' because girls were dealt with in other ways.

I also remember asking my Dad when travelling somewhere in his car 'why are girls
not spanked' he seemed to think that such a punishment was 'unladylike' for some
reason that made perfect sense to me at that time.

What are little boys made of?

Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !"

What are little girls made of?

"Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!"

Hence spanking much more appropriate for boys.

Like most boys I wanted to avoid being spanked, because I was so young
I had no idea that certain School Teachers were what we now call 'spanking fetishists'
These were times when very few questions were asked allowing 'motive' to go completely
unoticed, I think it fair to say the first spanking I received was solely to punish
me in other words a fair and just spanking, but there came a time when another MALE
School teacher punished me suggesting I just might enjoy.

The odd thing being I did, I also discovered advantages, why? because regularly spanked
boys were admired by their classmates.

Happy Days

When I was around the age of 8, I remember being called out in front of the class by Mr Bennett. A very round man with little round glasses who always wore a 3 piece suit. He didn't say anything to me but stood right in front of me looking down. The class was pin drop quiet, and I had no idea why he was staring me in the eye with a furious look on his face. Then he said, get to the headmaster now, he is waiting for you.

My mouth was dry, my heart beating loud in my ears. I walked with leaden legs wondering what I had done. In the back of my mind I knew, but didnt dare to think about it.

That morning I had flashed my dick to two girls in the playground for a laugh. They were friends on mine and had dared me on and laughed and ran when I did it. I couldn't believe they had told.

The head confirmed my worst nightmare. They had told and he wasn't happy. I was totally embarrassed as he began to explain what I already knew that it was unacceptable behaviour to 'show my privates' in public!

He told me that he was going to make sure that I remembered his words should I be tempted to do that again.

I told me to take off my 'plimsolls'. I thought this odd but did as told. Then he told me to take my shorts off, I pleaded but was quickly put in my place as he was 6 foot 3, and had a very deep and loud voice that commanded respect.

I pulled them down and off as he pulled me towards him sitting on a chair he lifted me onto his knees, my legs dangled down my hands grasped to hold onto the chair legs.

then he pulled my underpants tight and began to slap my bottom. The sting is indescribable now, but I remember the familiar sucking in of air that makes a screeching sound, that's the closest I can get!

He must have given me about 20 smacks or so. My bottom was small and skinny and his hands big and hard. I had marks from tops of my legs to my waist. It was bright red and stung like made especially the underneath of my bottom cheeks.

He told me that was the last of it and I should never consider doing again what happened that day etc. I couldn't hear him, my mind was fuzzy, my bottom on fire. I don't remember pulling my shorts up or my plimsolls on.

I staggered from his room and was allowed to go to the toilet before having to stand with my hands on my head in the school hall during break.

I looked at my bottom over my shoulder in a cubicle. It was hot to touch, and I thought it would never cool.

That night in bed, I thought about all that had happened and felt the shame and embarrassment flood through me. Above it all thought was the little erection that stays with me still. He was right about one thing. I will never forget!

This is becoming a under age fantasy site. site. I want nothing more to do with it.

Goodbye

If I thought it was becoming an 'under-age fantasy site' I'd pull the plug.

No, the fact is people in this particular forum have noticed the title of the same is "Experiences" and as such are setting out what happened to them and there is, I presume, no element of fantasy involved - certainly most of them read as one would expect.

Do feel free to ask for your profile to be deleted and we will comply asap however some of the fantasy's that have been posted in the correct place are really quite good and perhaps you should take a look there prior to judging us too harshly.

Very best wishes

Chief bottom

I am very new on this site & this my first post, I don't agree with Derek - I think most of our experiences started when young children -(Mine certainly did ) but it's only when you get older that you appreciate the sensation that you had at the time but can enjoy them now.

when i was at school we had three female teachers that would spank,even for minor things. i remember watching another boy getting spanked in front of the class for something i had done,and look back wishing it had been me or is that how i now see it.
then when fourteen and puberty had arrived the female teacher would often say to us boys you are not to big to go across my knee,which set me off thinking how could i stay behind after school and find my self across her knee. it never happened it wasn't until i was in my fifty's that my next door neighbour arranged for me to go across her friends knee,and boy did i enjoy it.
thereafter i would visit her once a fortnight for afternoons of long spankings.
she is not around anymore so still looking for a replacement.

At the primary school i went to the female teachers could only spank the girls, the bois by male teachers. If u where going to get the strap the headmaster would do. As every at the new term he would go round each class and tell us what would happen and slam the strap on a desck. Ho we all would jump.

At my Junior School in the mid to late 60's we had 2 male teachers who would slap the backs of our upper legs, both boys and girls, all boys wore shorts and all girls wore skirts both of varying lenghts, of which mine offered very little protection from the teachers hand or prying eyes.
The method employed was to have the pupil stood by the teachers desk infront of the class, facing the blackboard, we would hear the instruction to touch our toes and to keep our legs straight, the teacher would then lift the skirt or shorts to bare the target area and apply either 3 hand strokes to each leg or 6 strokes to 1 leg, this was the maximum they were allowed to give per day, however you could be sent to another teacher who would then give you another 6 in the same maner.
We also had a female teacher who would not spank us but would take us to either of the male teachers for discipline, in which case we would be punished infront of which ever class of students he was taking at the time.
As I progressed through the latter part of junior school I became jelous when others got slapped and I didn't which then encouraged me to start admitting to things I had not done just to get "another" slapping.
On 2 occasions it backfired on me and I ended up getting slippered by the headmistress in her office over the back of a chair, but my favourite was always, and still is Slapped legs.

Aw man, that seriously turned me on! :)