My Early Experiences

To be honest, I don’t have many memories before I was 5 or 6 years old. A few things standout, because they were very important to me. My step-father had been in the Naval reserves or something, and I remember us living in California for a time. I don’t really remember that, but I do remember my Grandma coming to visit us once. I also remember stopping at her house, when we first moved back to Bransom. When my little sister was born, I remember having to wait outside the hospital, until someone could take me to a sitter (That would have been 8 days before I turned 4.) I also remember when we first moved into our house on Clark and meeting the Rileys.

Considering what this whole site is about, you can believe that I also remember some spankings. My early spankings came from my first step-dad: David Wilson. I didn’t know he was my step-dad at the time. From what I’ve been told, he and my mom married when I was two. They divorced about the time I turned 7. I didn’t have any contact with my birth father during that time, so I always accepted David as my dad; and, I don’t remember him ever treating me like I wasn’t his son. It was David who taught me to read, and I think it was him sitting me in his lap at night and reading comic books to me that is responsible for my love of them.

My parents are very young. Mom is 16 years, 8 months older than me, and my Dad is about the same age. I was born in 1965, so I really grew up during the 70s. For those of you too young to remember, clothes were tight back then, all boys wore briefs - only your grandpa wore boxers - and there was no problem at all with boys having some bruises or welts after they’d been spanked.

My mom spanked me some, but it was David’s spankings that I really remember. David paddled. I couldn’t describe the paddle to you if I had to, but I remember standing in front of him as he lectured me, then the feel of him pushing my pants and briefs down, below me knees, before he lifted me up and onto his lap. I have no idea how long the spankings were, but I know that they were very thorough, and always left me howling. I also remember that, when they were over, he was always very loving. I don’t remember him ever being angry at me at those times; but, I recall him holding me as I cried myself out, then he would kiss me, tell me I was forgiven, and that I needed to stay out of trouble, if I didn’t like having a sore bottom.

The other thing I remember about David is, when he spanked me, I deserved it. I remember getting spankings for things like asking him if I could have some cookies after my mom had already told me no and for peeing in the bushes outside. I very clearly remember him not spanking me for acting like a boy; like spraying him with a water hose, or breaking a table while I was running in the house. He actually had patience with me, which was something most of the adults in my life lacked.

Once I could drive, I started to spend some time with David. He was honest about things, and admitted that he’d beaten me a couple of times when I was a kid. At least once was an accident. Rather than a formal spanking, he’d grabbed me by the arm to give me a couple of swats. I dropped, trying to get away, and he caught me in the kidney. I don’t even remember that. I thank a lot of the reason I don’t recall it is because I remember the good things about him, not the bad ones. With other people, who I’ll discuss later, I have to really work to think of anything good, because they worked so hard to make all the bad things stand out.

The goal of this isn’t to tell about every spanking I’ve ever been around, though it might seem that way after a while. I’ve told you a little about how David spanked me, so I see no need to try to remember and detail every spanking I received from him. That doesn’t mean you won’t see him pop up several times in the following stories.