Spanking. It’s not just for perverts any more!

Spanking. It's not just for perverts any more!

Spanking. It's not just for perverts any more!

The first month I was working in the fetish house, I had a client who was so terrified he could barely get the words out. I knew he wanted a spanking from the note next to his booking information, but none of the words that were coming out of his mouth seemed to resemble that word.

I just, I don’t know…. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and, oh god what am I doing here? What must you think of me? It’s just such a horrible thing, I’m not sure what to do…. I just think about it all the time… I should just go.

His mouth was so dry each word seemed to contain extra syllables. The moisture that should have been in his mouth? Dripping from both pits and creating a slick across his palms. I’m not sure he could have turned the door knob had he tried to leave.

Somehow I convinced him that he should stay. You know, since he was here. And that we could just experiment a bit and see what happened. He refused to pull his pants down, but did agree to remove his wallet from his back pocket. Lucky me!

I lovingly took him over my knee and administered a thorough spanking with my bare hand.

For his own good.

It would make him a better man.

It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but it was something he needed, and I cared enough to give it to him.

He went on to be known by everyone in the area who was willing to take money in exchange for deviant acts as Spanky. He turned up at every party, booked with every new girl and sang the praises of therapy through the loving act of spanking.

In the end, he even let some lucky girl pull his pants down so she could administer a bare-assed spanking to teach him a real lesson. I have no idea where he is now, but I’m am fairly certain, that where ever it is, there is spanking involved.

Over the years I have collected quite the arsenal of spanking instruments. Everything from nice wooden spoons found in the kitchen aisle, leather belts purchased in vintage stores, hand made wooden paddles, lovingly sanded as to remove each and every sharp edge or rough spot, with the word PENANCE burned into it’s beautiful polished surface. That one came wrapped in a velvet bag.

I have pulled countless men and women across my lap to teach them a lesson.

Because they needed it.

Because it would teach them wrong from right.

Because I care.

But at home? Oh hell no! I’m a liberal, garden growing, whole food eating, attachment parenting, baby wearing, co-sleeping mommy.

We don’t spank our children.

Or… do we?

Two weeks ago, while trying to change Monkey’s diaper which was filled with a record braking amount of poop, he decided it would be great fun to try to kick me in the head.

(How exactly does that mental process go exactly? Cars, toys, poop, God it stinks in here. HEY! There’s mommy! I love her! Hug! I wonder what would happen if I kicked her in the head?)

I asked him to stop. I told him to stop. I tried to explain to him that he needed to stop kicking so I could change his diaper. I threatened time out. Finally, out of frustration and an intense need not to clean poo off the walls, and myself, I smacked him on the one clean area of his butt that I could find.

Instantly He decided that perhaps kicking me in the head was not the best plan of action for his afternoon.

A week later in another situation, after several time outs, I administered another smack on the butt. Again. Instant reevaluation of his planned activities.

Even though I was happy with the results, I felt an intense guilt for letting it get that far. Had I been a better mother, maybe he would have stopped after one time out instead of entertaining himself in the corner for a dozen or so two minute increments.

I didn’t tell my husband that I had done it.

Flash forward another week. I’m at BlogHer and I get a call from the Husband. Monkey has been out of control and he has finally, after numerable time outs, had to resort to spanking him. Just once so far. But the results were… immediate.

Not that either of us wants to become The  Spanking  Household.

That evening as I’m talking to Carrien from She Laughs At The Days who is wearing the most adorable baby, she mentions that she had a post go live at BlogHer about spanking.

I sink into my chair, the guilt biting at my heart. I’m certain her kids have never been kicked out of gym child care for trying to sit on other kids. (Um. True story. Look for a face sitting post in the near future.)

But wait? What is that? She wrote a PRO spanking post? But? She is wearing a baby. Does not that not indicate an attachment parenter and all that it entails? Like? Not beating your kids?

We had a long conversation, which, did indeed include a lot of giggling because, Dudes? She is a freaking sunday school teacher and was schooling me on spanking.

How can that not be funny? Hilarious even.

She wrote two very informative posts on spanking and discipline. Among her points? It gives the child the immediate consequences for choices they make. I think you should read the posts in their entirety to understand her choices and why she thinks spanking is empowering to children. It’s in two parts.

First read this… and then … then this.

I don’t plan on ever bringing PENANCE home to meet Monkey, but I do think he responds better to the threat of a spanking much quicker and with a longer last effect then he does to a whole afternoon of time outs. A quick spanking and we can both get on with our day.

Were you spanked as a child? Do you spank as a parent? Or do you just spank as a lover?

And yes. If you have been waiting for the right time to flame me? This is probably your moment. Have fun! Be creative!


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I'm not a mom yet (infertility) but I am a nanny. While I would never in a million years spank a child that is not mine I do recognize that every child is different and respond to different forms of discipline. For a lot of children time out works wonders. For others, taking away their favorite toy works. And for some, a quick smack on the rear gets the point across when nothing else works. A spanking (as long as not given out of anger and the child is not injured) is very effective and does not produce the negative behaviors that some child psychologists will tell you it does. You shouldn't feel bad about it at all.

I was spanked as a child as well. Not sure how serious it was though - I remember times when it hurt and I also remember a time when I hid a book in my undies and my dad didnt notice. Maybe it was a shin guard, but either way, he couldnt have been that serious about it. I need to read this in better detail. I have Toddlerina biting like a banshee and I just dont know what to do about it. When I put my face in hers to tell her How Very Wrong This Is, I am beaten about the brow. Sigh. It is breaking my heart.

Uhg. I know. It's so hard at this age. Monkey has passed biting ( I think I still have nerve damage to my shoulders) and on to kicking and throwing. Nothing seems to work to stop it. I've still another week before I can go to the gym because of it. And them I'm certain he will just get kicked out again. :-( Lately we've started taking things away from him as a punishment and sometimes that works. Sometimes he just seems to not care. Like he wanted to take that truck away. That was why he threw it at my head.

I spanked my oldest once and it was not even that hard and ever since then (he is six now) the threat is worse then the act. Baby girl, desperate to get her to stay close to me and stop trying to run in to the street I spanked he on the bottom once and I am sure she could hardly feel it because of all the padding in her diaper but it worked. I have done it two times since and I am not thrilled - sigh 0- it works. Hopefully the threat will be enough... and soon! Brilliant post, btw...

I was spanked as a kid. Not frequently, but as a communicate-how-serious-whatever-I-had-done was. I remember being spanked when my brother and I broke my dad's watch by messing with it. I also remember my mom losing it once and swatting me as she chased me up the stairs, and it was clear to me that it was inappropriate. I think spanking can be used to teach kids about consequences - if they're doing something they know is bad, it provides a consequence. I don't think it should be overused, and I like very much the idea of talking about the transgression first.

Ha - yeah. In the dungeon, the talking about the transgression takes WAY longer then the actual spanking. I remember getting The Talking To prior to the spanking and yes, it was horrible. But felt less like abuse then the other.

No flames here! I was spanked as a child (I only remember 2-3 incidences, but those are vivid). We do not spank for pleasure, but I will certainly spank my kids if it seems appropriate. As already mentioned, the trick is to remember that there is a big difference between a spanking and a beating and if you threaten a spanking, you need to follow through. The reason I remember my spankings so vividly is because we TALKED about them extensively, what my transgression had been and why it was wrong and the meaning of the word "consequence". The actual hand-to-butt contact was only the brief culmination of anticipation and discussion, and always occurred at home, in private. The lead-up was MUCH more painful than the actual event.

I get spanked/whipped/paddled in the bedroom :) But I was only spanked once as a child. Mostly I was ignored. Which I think plays into my desire for that sort of attention as an adult. But no, I don't spank the boys. I used to, when we were part of a fundamentalist lifestyle many moons ago (in southern TX, moms walk around with wooden spoons sticking out of their expensive purses). And I regret it. But it's in the past, and my kids are older and can be reasoned with. I don't know how I'd do it if we had another baby. But we can't have another, so I don't have to worry about that. But yes, I loved the first part of this post! YUM! :) Thanks for sharing! xo

You're title cracks me up. I loved this post. I've always had way more in common with the attachment parents. You know how you can find the mom on the playground you'll have the most in common with because she's wearing a sling too and breast feeding her 2 year old? And yet, when the discipline issue comes up there's often an awkwardness, I can see it makes them uncomfortable and there's a subsequent cooling of the relationship, so to speak. Which I find fascinating actually, from a people watching standpoint. On the other hand my hard core parental discipline acquaintances are made uncomfortable by the idea that I co-sleep and breastfeed on demand. There is a middle way people. That to say I love the part in this story where you were expecting something entirely different than what you got. And I'm glad to help you not sink low in your chair anymore. If it helps, my 9 year old got in trouble in Sunday school last week for running so hard with his feet at a piece of plexiglass that he broke it in half. Awesomesauce, my kid is an accidental vandal. Time for another sit down.

OMG, you have the greatest stories. And hey you have nothing on me. My two year old got banned from the Mollie Stones childcare for tossing a table at a golden, flossy, female and equally two year old's head. For a month! I also used to spank mine when they thought it was funny to take off their seat belts as we drove down the freeway. Hysterical. I felt terrible but a quick sting on the thigh and they only did it once more to make sure I was paying attention. There's a time and a place, methinks.

Yeah. That is the perfect example of a time to to spank. Time out and discussion is not going to work. Nor do you have time to deal with that. They just need to learn, and they need to learn At That Moment. And glad to hear that I'm not the only one with a terrible two. Although.. I'm sorry we all have to go through it!

I recall being spanked a few times, probably less than 5. But they made an impact for sure. I've spanked my child a couple of times and have mixed feelings about it. One time I don't think it even stung and she kind of looked at me like what are you doing? The other two times it stung and she was upset. Threatening a spanking is a joke, she'll say sure spank me. (she's 4) Those times I have spanked her I was kind of at my wits end, and I don't want to be in that place when I spank. So I'm not really sure what I think. How's that for a comment?

I totally understand what you mean though. I don't think we will ever be at the point of doling out pre-thought out corporal punishment - especially because I offer that exact thing to clients, but more along the lines of "OK. Time out isn't working? How about a swat to the bottom?" I just won't feel guilty any more if it comes to that.

I applaud you. I grew up not only being spanked but slung around and occasionally punched (in the arms). I knew from day one that I was NEVER going to sling my child or punch them. But I also made the decision that I WAS going to spank. Why? I'll tell you why: I've never been arrested, I've never had a speeding ticket, I never drank before I was legal, never smoked before I was legal, I've never stolen anything, I've never been in a girl fight, I was never kicked out of school, and I've never been fired from a job. Some people call me a "goody-goody". I've led a life I'm proud of and when I look back at my youth I dont have a record to be ashamed of. I am a success story, as are my two siblings; one serves our country and has one year of college left, the other is a Social Worker and Pastor's Wife. We're good people. And we were good kids and it's because when I lied to my Daddy, he spanked me. When I talked back to my Mother, she spanked me. Maybe spanking isn't for everyone. But for this family it works. Because my 3 year old is one helluva well behaved little monster and I have every belief she will be one incredible woman.

I think that is THE big thing that people need to understand. Spanking does not equal slapping around, punching or other wise physically or emotionally intimidating a child.