Where it all began?

That was something that used to happen... but I doubt it has happened for years. Child birth used to be handled very differently than it is today.

There's a scene in Madmen (the TV show) where a woman is giving birth in the early 60s. She's completely out of it, isn't tracking them as they suggest they push (not that they expect her to), so out comes the forceps to help pull the baby out. There is no heart monitor for the baby as it is being born - in fact that scene lacked most of the devices we'd find in a modern hospital.

That's how they did things back then.

Goodgulf

Did I choose the birthday kiss or the birthday spanking? I felt a strong temptation to choose the birthday spanking. I did not know why. But somehow the prospect of being spanked on my bottom seemed thrilling to me.

But I chickened out! I was afraid that the spanking would hurt. So I told the Kindergarten teacher that I wwanted the birthday kiss. She told me that I had made a wise choice, but of course I hadn´t. It was typical of me to chicken out when I was a kid. I was quite a coward. Later in my childhood, it would happen that I suggested to my playmates that we play "windmill", or "masters and slaves", because I was fascinated by spanking. But when it came time to actually play, I would chicken out, because I was afraid that it would hurt. I could hardly muster up the courage to actually crawl through the "windmills", since I knew that my bottom would be vulnerable.

I have developed more courage in adulthood. Nowadays I am not afraid to advocate unpopular ideas in public. I am a pioneer of the philosophy of Objectivism in Sweden, for instance. Objectivism is a *very* controversial philosophy. It advocates egoism and capitalism, so it is unpopular in leftist Sweden. But I am not afraid to argue for capitalism and egoism with socialists and altruists. I have even published debate articles under my own name, in which I advocate the institution of moderate corporal punishment in the Swedish criminal justice system and the schools, in order to reduce crime and misbehavior. Now it is really like "swearing in church" to advocate corporal punishment in today´s Sweden! I am glad that I am no longer a coward.

I can't say I blame you, galt. One of my fantasies was to be spanked by my 3rd grade teacher. It would have been no problem to get her to spank me, she was quite free about handing out the slaps, but I behaved for her and was even considered her 'pet'.

I wonder what fraction of spankos are too cowardly to actually get themselves spanked?

From discussions I've had I believe it would be quite high. It's not just being physically scared, though. What if the reality doesn't live up to the fantasy? That was part of my reason with the teacher. She'd haul me out the front and smack the backs of my legs with a ruler, that's what she did, it's how she punished. What I wanted was to be put over her lap and spanked in the old fashioned way.

I can remember that in first grade - or maybe it was the grade before, kindergarten? - where the teacher would sometimes spank a student right there in class. Teachers were up on a stage then - just a step up. Bad kid would be called on and put over the knee. I was a good kid and was never called on but I remember thinking about - and might even have actually tried - doing something to get called on and spanked.

No spanking in the family at all and it was a big family. Did get a very small amount in school later when I was much older!

But is that first recalled experience - 60 odd years ago - where it started or just where it became recognized?

And I am a male and readily admit to wanting to be spanked and once in a while do actually get spanked by my wife!

Not cowardly Galt, just don't want it to happen. We can fantisise but not undergo the pain. Our generation got all the spankings/canings we wanted up to the age of 18. (At my school 2 boys were actually caned on the last day of term, they both being 18+ and about to enter military service).

So leave us to our dreams and fantasies which this site so wonderfully caters for.

Galt,

I sympathise with you. I also had several windows of opportunity which I missed out on. One early missed chance was in my very first school which was what was called a pre preparatory school. I was a day pupil at this school and only went to boarding school later on. I was talking to my best friend when the schoolmistress told us to stop talking, we carried on as if she hadn't spoken, again we were warned if we didn't stop talking we would both be spanked on our bare behinds, then my friend carried on talking again whereas I had the "good sense" to stop. My friend was taken outside the classroom by the schoolmistress and came back several minutes later in floods of tears. To this day I have no idea if he was spanked or not! Quite possibly he was as he was not the sort of boy that was easily moved to tears.

The only punishment I actually recieved at that school was to be hit very hard on the back of the legs which was just very painful and not even in retrospect enjoyable! This would happen to all boys except the very good ones almost every week.

I was once sent to the headmistress, the experience has doubtless been of assistance to my "career" as a writer of spanking fiction ! I was about seven at the time which is an excuse I suppose of some sorts. I had been caught in the act of revising my marks in my arithmetic book. 7 out of 20 became 17 out of 20 and so on. Sadly I was spotted by the class monitor and duly reported. I was to see the headmistress after dinner. Every boy in the class took the opportunity to tell me I would be soundly caned. By the time dinner time came I had entirely lost my appetite.

I had never had a single conversation with the headmistress, she was a remote, glamorous figure very similar in some ways to the women in my fiction. I remember my mother spotting her in the butchers shop once and wanting to go over and say hello. I practically ran out of the shop and hid. She terrified me, I don't know why. After the traditional long wait outside the study I was called in, she had a cane on the desk in readiness. It was my big chance, all I had to do was play it cool and I would earn a well merited six of the best! Something to treasure in my old age! And what did I do! I burst into tears and before I knew it she was wiping my tears away and comforting me. All chance of a caning gone out of the window! I ended up having to writing a letter of apology and a stern warning about what would happen the next time. Of course being a sensible chap there never was a next time! I know it is a sad story of a chance missed.

Sorry, the truth is too depressing, from now on I promise to stick to fiction!

Not me, I decided to tell my hubby about my wants/needs and over a year and a half later his enthusiasm is still growing!!

PinkAngel

Me neither. I got caned twice today, six of the best this morning and a dozen or so just now.My bottom is lovely and sore!

Take the plunge, nothing to fear and the rewards are, well, discover for yourself.