Spanked Like Mother

Growing up I was spanked throughout my teens and beyond by my mother who was divorced. She had been spanked by her mother in the same way. I went to a girls independent school from age 11-18 and corporal punishment was the order of the day. I was a day girl but the majority of the girls were boarders. Teachers were allowed to give you the slipper either across tights or knickers and the headmistress and deputy headmistress used the cane, always across knickers.

If you were sent to the head or deputy the other girls always knew about it and would insist, at the earliest opportunity, that you lowered your knickers, lifted your skirt and showed them your bare bum covered with the red cane marks. On one occasion, when I was in the Sixth Form...in fact I was 18 yrs old...my so-called friends collected together a large group of Sixth Formers who were more than eager to see a pair of bare, freshly-caned bottom cheeks. I suffered the indignity, not only of having twenty plus other girls laugh, giggle and comment as they viewed my punished backside but also the further indignity for weeks afterwards of those same girls coming up to me and asking about the state of my bottom...is your bum still sore? can you sit down now? have you still got a red bottom? can we see your bottom again the next time you're caned? etc etc.

Whenever a girl was punished at my school, either by slipper or cane, she had to take a note home about it and the note had to be signed by a parent and returned to school the next day. Whenever I took a note home, the following morning before school my mother would give me the strap. I would be told to get my bottom ready which meant lowering my knickers, lifting my skirt and bending over with my hands on the chair seat. Mummy would then give me ten strokes with a small, black leather strap. Then she would lean over, inspect my punished bum and invariably say "That's good, (I think she meant that my bum was sufficiently red and sore!) now pull your knickers up Sophie and get ready for school." This early morning spanking meant that I had to sit on a very sore bottom all day on a hard wooden chair. Because I was quite a naughty girl I ended up with more than my fair share...or perhaps with my fair share!...of very sore bottoms.

My mother remarried when I was 18 and from then onwards I was spanked by my mother AND by my stepfather. One very early spanking was when he overheard me on the phone to a woman at my bank. He scolded me for being rude to her during our conversation. Having told me off he then took hold of my arm and pulled me over his knee before lifting my skirt, lowering my knickers and tanning my bare bottom until I said that I was sorry and promised never to be so rude again. My mother didn't know anything about the spanking until I sat down at the kitchen table and she saw the grimace on my face when my sore buttocks came into contact with the hard wooden chair.

On another occasion, when I was at my second uni studying for a second degree, my stepfather called to see me close to Father's Day. He took me out for an evening meal, I gave him a card and gift for FD and we had a really nice time. Afterwards he insisted on taking me back to my lodging and on the way raised the question of a recent assessment which was below my usual standard and in which the woman assessor had made some comments about my attitude. He said he needed to deal with it and when we got back to where I was staying he took me to a remote outhouse, threw me over his knee, yanked down my knickers and proceeded to tan my bare derriere.

I declared that I was innocent and that my assessor had got it wrong but he would have none of it and spanked me until my poor bottom was bright red and swollen. That night I slept on my tummy and the next day I sat down as little as possible and when I had to sit I did so very gingerly. My SF always made a point, whether he was spanking me or my mother, of trying to make it impossible for us to use our bottoms to sit down on. To do this he concentrated on our sit-spots...the lowest part of the bottom, the undercurve, across and either side the crack, just where we sit down.