When I was a Kid 1

When I was a Kid... Chapter 1

By Redbuns

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Chapter 1

When I was a kid, I really was fairly well behaved for the most part. But when I acted badly, the first order of business was to have mom sit down and talk with me. I also remember being spanked as a very young child (4 or 5) when I really tried mom’s patience. That earliest remembered spanking happened because I didn’t want to have my picture taken at some sort of photo studio. I cried, kicked and screamed, and really made a big fuss. Mom tried to talk with me, but for some reason, I just kept on making an even larger fuss. I remembered her telling me I’d get a “lickin” if I continued to keep it up. I was embarrassing her in public, and that she’d in turn, embarrass me. I continued even harder. This was in some sort of waiting area of the photographer…I think it was in Sears, but I’m not sure. I do remember that there were some other people waiting there; some other folks who witnessed what was going on. Mom grabbed me, pulled me over to her, and in one great move, took down my pants baring my butt. She then picked me up and laid me across her lap. I was a bit stunned by this, but kept up my tantrum. Mom began to spank me, hard enough to get my attention, but I just kept on crying and now began kicking. I remember one of my shoes came off, flying past mom’s head! She stopped long enough to quickly take off my other shoe and both sox, along with removing my pants and underpants! Then I went quickly back over her knee as she continued to spank me. As her right hand smacked my behind, her left hand pushed down on my back and neck. I remember my shirt rode on down over my neck too! I was sobbing as mom whisked off my shirt. I was totally naked now, with my hind end getting redder and redder, and with other kids and adults witnessing my spanking! I quit kicking, but continued to sob as mom slowed, then stopped my spanking. She gathered my clothes as dad came in asking in a loud voice what had happened. Through my tear filled eyes I saw mom grab me by my hand and led me out of the store and into the car. When we got back home, I was lightly spanked again and made to stand in the corner. This whole time, I was buck naked. As far as I can recall, no one other than dad said anything to mom, he had something to say about me being naked where all could see me, but he was over ruled by mom.

At this point, mom was the hands down (no pun intended) authority as dad just told her to handle my discipline. This was my first memory of a spanking, but it was very far from my only encounter!

Mom was very much into routines, into cleanliness, and into doing things on her schedule. Meals were extremely predictable as far as time. Each day had certain things assigned to them, and there were monthly and seasonal routines for cleaning. Mom was very precise in that role, and very predictable. Mom was always into doing things on schedule, and my habits were included in this schedule.

As I got a bit older, and a bit more precocious, even though I don’t think I was ever really a bad boy, mom was into correcting me constantly. Somehow this was coordinated into a weekly time when mom and I sat down and went over my past week. When correction or attention to things was necessary, I went over her lap for a spanking. Apparently, this was effective because mom began to just work the spanking into a weekly routine. It began at some point during my early elementary school years. I know I was being spanked weekly by the last few months of my second grade classes. Mrs. Flick was my teacher, and I’d been having some “conduct” issues which I can’t really remember now. I’d bring notes home, mom would sign them, and I’d return them. The weeks when I had to have notes signed were when my spankings became a bit more intense. It was at this point that the routine began that went something like this:

Every Thursday evening, after dinner, we’d have our weekly session. I’d go to my room, remove my clothes, get a kitchen chair and set it in the living room. Mom would sit in the chair and I’d sit on the floor in front of her. We’d go over my week, then I’d literally go over her knees for my weekly spanking. When I’d done nothing really wrong, I’d still get spanked, but it was very light. This was just to reassure me that mom was there, ready to correct me as needed. When I’d done things that needed correcting, Mom got to the seat of the matter and warmed my butt. When I really did things wrong, I knew my spanking as going to be rough when mom had me go over one leg, then her other one clamped down on my legs, pinning me. Those were the ones that were the most painful! But whenever the spanking was over, be it light or be it severe, mom would always hug me, tell me she loved me, and tussle my hair. I’d then stand facing the wall. Most times, she’d return with a plate of cookies and milk in a short amount of time, really the time it took to go into the kitchen and get the snack. When I did bad things, I was left to stand facing the wall for a while.

These spankings were actually looked forward to by me! Yup! It was as if I would have a clean slate when these were over every Thursday night. When I was bad, and the spanking was intense, I’d be all blubbery and teary eyed, my bottom would be sore and hot, but I’d look forward to the hugs afterwards and the feeling that “I’d done my time” and all was forgiven.

At the end of my second grade year, as I said, I was getting into some trouble which I don’t really remember why. But the notes back and forth to Mrs. Flick and my mom went on. Somehow, I just couldn’t correct what was going on, and I found out one Thursday that mom had invited my teacher over to our house at the appointed time of my spanking! I was totally embarrassed as mom invited her in, made a pot of coffee, and sat and talked with her…until the appointed time for my spanking! I was told that this day was no different than any other Thursday, and that Mrs. Flick was going to observe how she handled my discipline. I sighed, went to my room, removed my clothes, got a chair from the kitchen and set it up in the living room…all in front of my teacher. I can’t recall exactly how she looked…I was too ashamed to look at her! I sat on the floor in front of mom, my eyes glued to the floor in front of me as mom asked me about my conduct. Then it was over her lap for my spanking. Mom had me over one leg, with the other one clamping down my legs, her left hand on my back holding me down. Then the spanking began. As I recall, it was not as severe as many mom gave me, it just went on and on! I think she was trying to make a point with Mrs. Flick! Of course, I started to cry. Eventually mom stopped, then, before I went to stand in the corner, I had to apologize to Mrs. Flick for my behavior. Then I went and stood in the corner. But mom did what she usually did; tussle my hair, hug me, tell me she loved me, and asked me if I understood why I’d been spanked. I nodded and sniffled as I stood in the corner while mom went in the kitchen to get some snacks. After mom and Mrs. Flick had a cup of coffee and some cookies, I was allowed to leave the corner and grab a cookie and a glass of milk before I put my clothes back on. So, with a red butt and red eyes, I grabbed a cookie and the glass of milk mom brought me. I quickly ate the cookie and downed the milk, then ran to my room to get dressed. Mrs. Flick never had a problem with me in class again. I never wanted her to see me be punished again, so I never did whatever it was that prompted this whole scene!

I was punished by spanking, and so were it seemed like, all the kids in the neighborhood. It was almost a given! I’m not sure everyone got a weekly spanking, but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one. Air conditioning was not something that was common back then, and on any given summer evening, you stood a good chance of hearing a spanking as you went for a walk. I know others heard mine, and I know for a fact that some kids knew exactly when others were getting their spankings…they always seemed to be walking or riding their bikes past the house at just the right moment, on just the right evening!

Now, we were very close to the Baron family next door. Maggie, the daughter, was a few weeks older than me. They always had a swimming pool in their backyard. I remember the earliest one being a green square with red triangle seats in the corner, and a turtle or lizard design on the bottom of the pool. At the time, mom didn’t have me wear any swimming trunks in their pool, nor when we went to the local swimming lake to have a day at the beach. Mom figured that little boys didn’t really need any swimming trunks, they didn’t use them at the YMCA where I’d soon be taking swimming lessons, and mom didn’t really see a reason to have me wear them at that early age. The Baron family all saw me naked, each and every time I went into their pool. This continued as they got progressively larger pools in succeeding years too! But let me back up a bit here and talk about the Y.

I was an Indian guide, a group of boys and their dads who got together through the YMCA. This began in the first grade. We were the lagonda tribe, I was little white bear, and dad was big white bear. One of the things that we signed up for right off the bat was for me to take swimming lessons at the YMCA that took place on Monday nights. The neat thing about these lessons was that they required us kids to not wear any swimming suits, and they also provided towels for us to use. This was a great thing for mom, no wet suit for me to keep up with;no wet towel coming home on Monday night, which in her world was a wash day…the wet towel wouldn’t have to sit around until the next washday!

At first, dad joined me in the pool, and as was the custom, all men were naked in the pool. I learned rapidly, and within a few months, dad didn’t join me in the pool, but either watched from the benches set up on the end of the pool, or waited in the lobby with many of the other dads.

I loved going for these lessons! Not only did I learn to swim and hang around with many of my “tribe” but I also enjoyed the freedom of swimming in the nude. It didn’t bother me, and I don’t think it bothered most of the other kids, it was just the normal thing to do. Now when I began these lessons, I still had never had a swimming suit. That’s right, those early years I was naked in the Baron pool and when we went to the Lake, I was also naked.

My first swimming suit was the summer I turned 6. Now at the younger end of this, the toddler stage, I think most all little boys at the were nude. As I recall, I was perhaps the oldest nude child at the age of 5 that went to the lake. I remember getting an all over tan that year, and the enjoyment of scampering over the beach and playing in the sand, only to just have to rinse off in the shower before heading home…those were the days! I remember them fondly!

I also remember, going to the lake with Mrs. Baron, mom, and Maggie in those early times during the mid week. Mom didn’t drive, and enjoyed it when Mrs. B drove us. When we went as a family it was during the weekends, but that one summer, mom and Mrs. B discovered that it was much less crowded at the lake during the week. I usually got into the car naked, why bother with a coverup when I was going to be naked on the beach anyway? Mom didn’t really think she needed to wash anything that was loaded with sand, and as I recall, Mrs. B once commented that mom was lucky to not have to wash the sand out of one more swimming suit! So you see, everyone was accustomed to seeing a little boy run around naked.

Those early summer memories were filled with sun, sand, playing, and freedom from clothing when at home, the lake, and the Baron pool.

Maggie and I were great friends from the beginning. Maggie was perhaps my best friend during those early years. I don’t think it was that big a deal having a girl as my best friend at that time. And yes, Maggie saw me naked many, many times. I have vivid memories of making sand castles on the beach on those mid-week visits, and scampering and splashing in the lake. As I’ve mentioned, that was the year I had one heck of a deep, dark, all over tan. Maggie was actually jealous of my tan as I recall…but her mom wouldn’t let her strip, saying young ladies needed to show some modesty. It was boys who didn’t wear swimming suits, not girls. So with me being buck naked, and Maggie wearing her pink swim suit with a fringe around her waist (best of my recollections), we played and splashed and had great fun. Other kids would sometimes play with us, but in my memory, I was the oldest or at least the biggest naked boy at the beach.

Maggie was a friend, and though she was a girl, in those early years, she never really paid much attention to my crotch and genitalia. We played on the beach and we played in our backyards with me being naked. I didn’t think too much about it, it was just a normal thing for me to do, and somehow I think Maggie thought the same. Now I do remember playing doctor, and as I recall, our mother’s found us doing it, but as I remember, neither one was shocked. After all, I guess it was natural for kids to explore. I do know that Mrs. B encouraged Maggie to explore with me, and though I can’t say for sure, I believe that there was some sort of tacit approval from mom. This would come into play a few years later.

Remember, I had those weekly spankings. I must admit, as I grew older, at times I got sexually aroused and had an erection at the beginning of the spankings, and if they weren’t punishment spankings, chances are that I’d still be erect when the spanking was over. Mom noticed and on occasion would comment on my erections, but it was never a cause for me to be embarrassed. But as time marches on, so does maturity, and sometime in my 11th year, I began to realize my erections were for other things than just sticking out! My penis began to grow, and my erections got firmer and longer lasting when being spanked. Somehow, as I just began to go into puberty, mom had ideas that perhaps she shouldn’t spank me any longer, that the sexual aspect of it was perhaps unhealthy. She thought that before I really got further advanced into puberty, she should turn the responsibility of spanking me to someone else.

Mom thought so highly of Maggie, it was really funny now that I think about it. Mom always thought she was such a mature young lady, that she knew so many things, and that she was so advanced for her age. It was with great trepidation that on one fateful Thursday, after cleaning up the dishes after dinner, mom and I went next door to the Baron house. I thought my weekly spanking would take place when we got home, but a whole new era in my life was beginning that evening. Mom and the Baron’s had a talk, and unbeknownst to me, mom was going to hand off my weekly spanking to none other than Maggie! Maggie who was my friend, who was at one time my best friend, was going to be the one who’s job it was to give me my weekly spankings, and if necessary and available, any punishment spankings! When we went over to their house, we went into their living room where they had a couch, piano, organ, chair, and television. I’d been over there so many times, playing games on the floor. But this time, everyone else was sitting on furniture, but I was told to sit on the floor. I was a bit shocked when mom started talking about my weekly spankings, but then again, everyone knew about them. But what floored me was when mom began talking of puberty and boys, and how it wasn’t perhaps proper for her to spank me any longer. I wasn’t sure I was hearing her…did this mean I wouldn’t have my time of catharsis when I’d done something wrong? Did this mean my sense of someone having loving authority over me was over? I was a bit confused. Then mom told me that after consulting with the Baron family, it was decided that I’d be coming over to their house for my weekly spankings. I began to feel even more confused now, but the clincher was when Mrs. Baron chimed in with “and Maggie will be the one taking over your spankings.” I just looked at mom with wide eyes! Mom assured me that all things would still be fine, just that as I matured, she felt it uncomfortable for her to put me over her knee and spank me, especially when I was “developing down there” as she put it! And as Maggie seemed so mature, as she seemed so proper, it was determined that she should be the one to continue administering my spankings. After all, someday she’d be a mother, and this would be a good learning experience for her too!

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