Hello Everyone

I was too good a girl to get spanked at school, where they were rare.

However being the youngest of the group of kids in our road I was at the recieving end of many "play" spankings.

These have left a lasting impression on me.

I would guess that many others had similar experiences.

A good thread maybe?

Debbie

Whenever I think of childhood spanking games, I am reminded of tents. In a tent we had our own domain, even though it was in somebody’s back garden, where we made up our own rules. One Sunday afternoon in July we had in quiz in a tent and Judy gave four wrong answers, so the others suggested that we spank her. In turn she laid across the lap of each of us three and we gave her a dozen smacks each. Elizabeth, who was more daring than the rest, raised Judy’s skirt and spanked her on her knickers. Judy did not mind in the least and said that it did not hurt. We were ten years old. Twelve months later I was caned in a tent by the girl next door and have not been in one since. But now, I often play tents in bed.

What tents are to you, tree houses are to me.

I got my first bare bottom spanking from the oldest boy in our group on a hot August Afternoon.

It hurt a lot, but I enjoyed it and has remained one of the hottest of my memories for almost 30 years

David:

I love your style. There is poetry in your message. I am particularly taken with the ambiguity of, “I was caned in a tent by the girl next door and have not been in one since”.

Debbie:

Did you spend your childhood in the suburban loveliness of Surrey? In the slums of South London we never saw a tree house. Was there a danger of falling out when you were spanked in one? We had tents, but we didn’t spank in them. They were improvised affairs consisting of old army blankets and broom handles.

You've guessed right it was in Surrey.

It was'nt my tree house or my garden. It belonged to Graham's family. They had a long garden. The tree house was basically a garden shed several feet up on a platform in an old oak tree. For several years it was our pretend school room and many play spankings took place there.

We used to play ‘Schools’. I was always the teacher and would give the class very difficult questions like multiply 487012 by 568 and who wrote Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony? When they got the answers wrong, I gave them a choice of punishment. Most kiddies opted for six from my hand across their knickers.

I must make it clear that we were all children of primary school age, so there is no need to alert the Social Services gits.

I think these games were(are?) mostly played by primary school age kids.

I think teenagers would find it very UNCOOL.

Funny how when you pass 30 they suddenly seem so interesting again!

‘Mothers and Fathers’ was very popular. The youngest member of the group would always have to play the baby and would frequently be spanked. I remember a sophisticated version where I played the mother and spanked the child for being naughty and then was spanked myself by the father because he said it was wrong to spank the baby. Also there was ‘Incest’ – a game for all the family.

Incest - relatively boring?

Dear Debbie,

You have started a fascinating thread. Would you tell us (preferably using lots of parentheses) the details of your spanking games?

Simon (Clique Member)

I'll certainly give some details. But I'll let you select. What would you like
1/ The first?
2/ The last?
3/ The hardest?

Debbie

Would I be considered too demanding to request all three? Perhaps you could post them at daily intervals, which would give readers plenty of time to recover.

I suggest the following order:

1. First
2. Last - building to a crescendo with
3. Hardest

This will only work if the first and last were not the hardest and the first was not the last.

Simon

Every reader of this forum knows that if a young child is hurt 'a lot' while playing with its friends, it goes crying to its mother and tells her the full story.

It seems clear therefore that Debbie and the oldest boy in her group were very unusual children: she to endure serious pain willingly at such a tender age and he to risk the almost certain death that would have ensued had she told her parents about her being hurt 'a lot' by an older boy who took her knickers down on a hot August afternoon.

We used to play a game called ‘School in a Tent’. Aloud we read books written by spanking-obsessed Enid Blyton. Those who read badly were put in detention. This meant that they had to stay in the tent while the others went indoors and had tea.

Corporal punishment was inflicted upon those who broke School-Tent Rules. In the garden was a tree from which we cut sticks to use as canes.

All this happened about ten years ago when we were in our early thirties.

I’l try and answer some of Simon’s requests and comment on C.Nickels post.

The first time I got spanked in our school games was, looking back, a very tame affair. I went over Graham’s knee for talking in class. I remember the smacks over my dress and knickers being so soft as to be hardly felt. In fact the strongest memory is thinking how funny it felt to be lying over his knee in such close proximity to this older boy on who I had a crush.

The last was several years later in early September just before Graham went back to boarding school. By then it was just the two of us in the tree house and I let Graham, unusually, take my knickers down as it would be the last time for a while (for ever it turned out). He did’nt spank me very hard, just enough for a bit of a sting and tingle. I was too young to understand exactly why I found all this exciting rather than unpleasant, but have replayed it in my mind a thousand times.

The hardest was a few weeks before the last. I had heard about being spanked so hard that you could’nt sit down for a week and was a little curious. Several times Graham had asked to be allowed to spank me really hard and I had refused. A few months earlier he had arranged for me to get his sisters old bike for my birthday present. When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday he asked to be allowed to smack my bare bottom really hard. So I agreed. I was surprised how much it hurt and did’nt really like the actual spanking. I cried a little and Graham got both worried and upset. However the warm after glow of my bottom coupled with a hug and a kiss cheered me up. Looking back he still probably did’nt spank that hard as by the time I had the privicy to look at my bottom in a mirror, several hours later, it was’nt even red. This was the only time when his spanking really hurt me.

Dear Debbie,

Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories. They will keep me going for days.

What, I wonder, became of Graham? Did his love of bottom smacking last into adulthood? Perhaps he became a Schoolteacher or a Boy Scout Leader?

It would be nice to think that you married him and lived a life of comfort in Weybridge.

Simon (Clique member)

From what Debbie tells us, it seems likely that Graham is at this very moment peering through his curtains and ever-expecting the arrival of the police.

From the details supplied, it seems that at the time of his 'knicks down' dalliance with Debbie, he was above the age of criminal responsibility and that Debbie was well below any age at which she might be thought capable of giving informed consent to the activities.

All that being so, it seems Graham is guilty of a serious sexual offence against a very young child and should, even at this late stage, be brought to justice.

No doubt Debbie will acknowledge her duty to the public at large and to young children in particular and supply full details of Graham's identity.

That last time I was 9 & Graham was 13.

His parents lived next door for another 2 years, but Graham was away at boarding school mostly. The few times he was at home he never tried to make contact with me.

We lost touch.

I hope he is happpy and is spanking girls his own age.

9 and 13?

As I thought, the man's a monster!

And with poor Maxine hardly cold and Emily not much better off!!

It's all too much!

Graham's old address and a full statement re his child-molesting activities must be supplied to the police without delay.

O for goodness sake!

Debbie,

I did so enjoy your contributions. I have a friend who does an excellent impression of Dame Celia and she has today read onto audiotape for me your post of January 12.
I shall listen to it in bed.

Are you related to Fran? You both use unusual spacing (sometimes)in your parentheses.

I hope that silly sod Roger has not driven Debbie away with his reference to Fran. If you have any more wonderful memories, Debbie, please send them in. I have missed you

Simon (Clique member)

Thanks Simon

I'm just sitting in the corner for the moment but I'm not going away.

I'm not anybody else other than Debbie 38, bored, female, fed up etc........

Dear, dear Debbie,

It was wonderful to hear from you again. I am sorry to read that you are bored and fed up, but pleased that you are thirty-eight. We are a carefree lot here, wherever we may be, but on the rare occasions that a stormy cloud hangs o’er us, we post, and are carefree once more.

As an antidote to boredom, may I suggest that you read all the messages on this forum? Some of the stuff here is very entertaining.

Simon (Clique member)

when ever i think of playing school. i think of p.e. slippers.during the summer holidays i,and agroup of friends used to re enact our various school punishments. our usual implement was my size nine slipper.

Was it a bedroom slipper or a school plimsole (which was called "the slipper")

-Sally

Debbie? Sally?

This forum already has one contributor who is going through an identity crisis and that is Darwinian Man/Gladys.

Can it support another, I wonder?

In an above posting dated January 29 2003, 7:22 PM, Debbie says "I'm not anybody else other than Debbie 38, bored, female, fed up etc........" whereas its now plain that Debbie is somehow also Sally.

Given that the statement "I'm not anybody else other than Debbie 38, bored, female, fed up etc........" is patently false in at least one respect, I wonder what other pork pies that statement may contain?

38? bored? female? fed up?
All of the above?

Answers on a postcard to:

Debbie's "I haven't got a dick. Honest I haven't!" Competition
Forum 54
Cyberspace
FU2 Ufo.

Sigh!

my size nine slipper was a proper plimsol.the type worn for p.e.,and used as punishment slipper in schools.i played schools at the age of between 9and 11. after this age every one seemed to grow out of it. how about you when did your games stop. or do you still play schools now?

mr davies.

We were all about the age you mention. Youngest was 8 oldest was 13.

I only play spanking games in my head now

Debbie

i no longer have the opportunity to play school.but over the years i have had several experiences as an adult.when i played the role of schoolboy to my head mistress.

mr davies.

To both of your mutual pleasure I hope

.of course.we both enjoyed our selves immensly.our games took the form of a detention class. my teacher/headmistress would set me work,and then discipline me for my mistakes ie. poor spelling wrong answers.ect i would usual end up having my bare bottom smacked slippered,and caned.we would sometimes reverse roles ,but i was never as severe with her.

mr davies.

Sounds like you both enjoyed yourselves!

ahhh stop shirkin the gherkin c nickel you get horny over all of this as much as anyone

Hi Debbie,
I too played School spankings when about 12 with a group of other girls (About 3 or 4) and another boy.

This was the starting point for me (I am certain) of my spanking fetish.

In our games we were in our garage and one of the girls was the teacher and she would ask us questions and if we got the wrong answer we had to bend over her lap and get spanked (No clothing was ever removed) My first experience of this was so terribly exciting that I always got my questions wrong, to get a spanking. In real life I had only been spanked twice at age about 6, and had had my hand smacked by a teacher at age 9 (3 times) I saw boys get the cane, but never got it myself. But these 'games' made me wonder what it was like. Ever since then I have had a spanking fetish. I was 20 before I that there was a thing called masochism and 30 before I ever told anyone else I had this fetish.

Boards like these make me realse how much more common this is all is.

Thanks Debbie

HELLO DEBBIE! I hope you are still here.

I had a junior school teacher who used to get the children to play spanking games in her class.

Those who had been well-behaved throughout the day were allowed to smack the bottoms of those who had been naughty.

To maintain a sense of propriety, it was only m/m and f/f.

I've wondered if anyone else played spanking games. I used to do it with my cousins mainly. We were boys with one exception and Georgina, who was a few months younger than me, would nearly always be the teacher. Of course, we boys were not well behaved at play school and got disciplined in various ways, hands on head, lines and corporal punishment, of course. Sometimes it was a cane - well a small stick, sometimes a slipper or just made to bend over and a slap. But increasingly, the punishment was administered on a bared bum. This I found quite exciting even when quite young. As these games passed by, Georgina and I still met from time to time in suituations where we were alone and would engineer playfights. These were never sexual but erotic in as much as they always ended up with some slapping and I would usually contrive to be turned over her knee or other wise be face down on the bed so that she could spank me. Sometimes she'd find a wide leather belt and see to my bum. Nothing severe but warming none the less. No doubt, this plays a part in my current but rare enjoyment of having my bum spanked (in various ways) by a female.

Just unearthed this wonderful thread. Some excellent postings, IMHO that is, except for the inevitable remarks of C. Nickel.

That kids play school and spanking games is fact, I know because I was one of those wicked juveniles.
Indeed the first time I ever felt the cane on the seat of my school shorts was when I played "school" with the son of the headmaster of our primary school in their front garden. I was about 11 at the time and he had actually tied my arms behind my back with string so I couldn't protect my bottom - a feeling that even today gets my head really buzzing, and my friend whacked away with a garden bamboo (nothing for serious cp adicts I might add!) extracting squeals of pain from yours truly since my friend was playing out his sadistic streak with a grin on his face. I loved the helplessness and the feelings I was experiencing are still hard to understand even today. I wanted him to stop but I wanted him to go on, I wanted him to hit not so hard but also somehow wanted to be caned even harder - above all I wanted the session to go on and on and never end, sadly it did when his father, who had been gardening throughout our escapades told us it was time for tea! Heady memories but there were many other games I used to play too, if anybody's interested.... unfortunately no f/m or m/f experiences though.

kind regards
schoolboy_rog

When I was still in primary school, I remember at playtime seeing a group of girls obviously playing at "schools". A row of girls were lined up and the "teacher" went down the line smacking the backs of each of the girls hands, just like the headmistress did for real in class. At that school as far as i know and remember the only punishments given were corporal. The headmistress would walk round the class doing their sums or writing and every now and then she would send one unlucky boy or girl to the front, they had to standing a line facing the class, then when she had been round the whole class of about 30 she would then one by one smack the backs of each pupils hands, there were usually about 6 - 8 pupils. I was in this line up just the once! I remember thinking at the time that I would have liked to be in that playground game, I was about 9 or 10, in the late 1940's

My cousins lived in Nottinghamshire and each summer we would meet up at the house of our grandparents in Gloucestershire.

We were all around ten or eleven years old when we first met and I remember being with them in the orchard when they said to me,

“Adam and Eve and Smackme went down to the river to bade.
Adam and Eve were drown-ded and who do you think was saved?”

I of course said “Smackme” and so they pulled my knickers down and smacked me on the bottom.

After that we often played smacking games.

No you didn't, you appallingly untalented female impersonator!

Kindly put your dick away and leave the forum.

the words were "Adam & Eve & Pinch Me"!

But I can quite believe this could have been changed to Smack Me!

Chris

The words were "Adam & Eve & Pinch Me"!

But I can quite believe this could have been changed to Smack Me!

Can you really believe that anyone would be so devious as to change Pinch Me's name to further their own evil ends?

No. It's too outrageous.