Thursday, August 30, Two very strict Swedish spanking stories I was born after the Swedish spanking ban, so my knowledge about spankings in the past is limited and a bit abstract. Here are two I found at this site in Swedish. I think that they seem to be a bit excessive and severe but they could at least based on some truth. If anyone have more info about the spankings of the time in Sweden or elsewhere , feel free to offer it.
Especially in rural, and religious areas. I Marcus translated some of them to English that is, supposedly real stories from older Swedes who experienced disciplinary spanking. The pictures come from my collection which I built up in my computer over the years, so please just don't mind that the implements in the stories are sometimes not what they should be in the pictures! Here comes a story about a spanking in the South of Sweden.
I was myself spanked a lot as a child. My mom spanked me, and my two sisters, while my dad mostly spanked my brother. Dad usually used the belt on my brother and on some rare occasions on my sisters and me. Once there, you had to wait for mom to arrive. Mom kept us waiting, to give us time to reflect about what was going to happen.
After what felt like an eternity she arrived and stepped in the room with a strict look on her face. Lift your skirt to your waist and pull the panties down! If it was the wooden bath brush that were to slap your butt, mom piled some pillows on the foot board at the end of the bed. Then your torso would rest on the bed and the pillows raised the hips so that your back was arched and your butt cheeks pointed straight up in the air.
The legs were draped along the foot board, and the feet where touching the floor. That made it hurt even more, and it also made it harder not to cry when you where unable to clench when the brush smacked you.
Normally mom used her hand to vigorously spank our butts for a couple a minutes, usually that meant a couple hundred spanks over all of the cheeks and some of the thighs. In my teens, when mom used the bath brush, I never got less then 50 spanks on my butt.
During those instances, my mom called dad to hold me down while she continued to spank and spank. I screamed, howled and cried rivers during these sessions, but my mom just continued spanking mechanically until I received all the spanks.
It was terrible, my butt was filled with yellow and purple bruises and the skin was deep red. Then it was straight to bed! I have read the stories on your page and I though that I could write some about my own upbringing. I was raised with spankings and as Lisa Ed: I grew up in the northern provinces, in a small village, where everybody, including my parents, where deeply religious.
Almost all children where raised by strict parents, and spankings where absolutely nothing uncommon. Sometimes you could notice how your classmates grimaced when the sat down in school. Then you knew that they had been spanked the previous day. We went to church every week and the clergyman advised the parents that children needed to be spanked when naughty.
But spanking was legal at the time so I had nothing to say about it. You just had to accept that you got spanked if you misbehaved. When I was younger both my mom and my dad spanked me. Usually I was placed over the lap. I believe that spankings always were given on the bare butt, except when in public. Then it was only skirt up or pants down.
Mom and dad spanked with the hand until my butt was deep red. I was always spanked until I was reduced to blubbering. According to mom, who had a similar upbringing, it was important to the break the will of the child.
That meant that spankings where given until, you where so exhausted that you just lay still and took the spanking despite burning and aching butt cheeks. My grandma used the same hairbrush to spank my mom when she was young. And since then I got to feel the smacking of that brush. This was much worse then and-spanking, but after a couple of years you got used to the brush as well.
When I was about 14, a new spanking implement was introduced. I never got used to the carpet beater, and it was really awful to get it. I was as scared and nervous the first time I was going to get it as in the last time, which was just some weeks before I turned My parents further thought that the humiliation was as important part of the punishment as the actual pain. So when I reached puberty, and started to become a woman, dad was the one giving me the spankings. Imagine how embarrassing it was as a teenager being naked in front of your dad, especially in the position, in which I received the carpet beater.
I would like to tell you all about the spankings I got when I was , and older. I was given ether the hairbrush or the carpet beater. That meant that I had to remove all my clothing except for my socks and my bra. Then it was the waiting. Sometimes dad waited a full hour before he arrived to spank me. Sitting virtually naked on the bed, waiting was awful, and feeling the fear grows stronger and stronger. Would he come in 5, 20 or 60 minutes? Would I get the hairbrush over the lap, or would I get the dreadful carpet beater?
Would I be told the number of strokes before the spanking? Would I have to count them? If he instantly went to my door, I knew it was going to be the hairbrush that would spank me to tears. If it there was a long pause, some very long seconds, and I heard the hallway closet being opened, then I knew that he was going to get the carpet beater.
Klick, klack, Klick , klack, the steps echoed outside my door and then it became quiet. I tensed in anticipation as I stared at the door handle to my room, would it be pushed down instantly? Klick, some squeaking, the hallway closet opened.
I froze in terror when I realized that it was the carpet beater that shortly would be swishing down on my butt. Dad opened the door holding the carpet beater, I instantly stood up, legs shaking. Not being told the number of strokes meant that it would be a lot. I still lost count regardless due to the terrible pain. I got the pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed. I brought my arms forward and gripped the edge of the bed, buried my face in the mattress, arched my lower back, and parted my legs.
Now I was in the position I been taught to be in when given the carpet beater. My butt was now the highest point of my body and my butt cheeks where ready for the punishment. I was painfully aware how it looked, and what I displayed in front of dad. With the butt pouting up and my cheeks apart, nothing was left to the imagination, my vagina and my anus were both displayed.
If you put your legs together, twist your hips or let go of the grip of the bed frame, you and I will have to have yet another conversation tomorrow, right? Every time I put my legs together, let go of the bed frame I would receive 6 more spanks the next day, in the exact same position, and with the carpet beater. Dad and I both knew that I was bound to fail to comply if he only hit me long and hard enough. I actually suspect that he sometimes did it on purpose sometimes just to have the pleasure to spank me again the next day too.
Dad lay the carpet beater on my butt for a while, the he tapped my butt with it for a couple of seconds. Then he rubbed my butt with it. This gave me with strange sensations. The knot in my belly grew bigger, but it also started to tingle between my legs. The feeling of the carpet beater this close to my genitals aroused me. This added to my shame and humiliation as my lips started swelling, and I could feel hoe the clitoris stiffened.
Dad must have observed this, but he never said a single word about I during all the years I was spanked in this position. Over the years I got more and more turned on by the spankings. I felt the carpet beater raise from my butt cheeks and I prepared myself for the first blow. I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw and hugged the bed frame tightly.
The first stroke hits my wide-open butt, and that hard. For a tenth of a second nothing was felt, then the sting and burn washes over you. I clenched my jaw even more without making a sound. The next stroke lands on the same spot, right in the middle of my butt.
The stroke hits my left cheek only, and the tip of the carpet beater wraps around, hitting the inside of that cheek very close to the vagina.
Same stroke again, but this time the edge off the carpet beater hit close to my anus. The pain is so terrible that I scream for the first time. Dad gives me two more in rapid succession across both cheeks.
This one hits low on my right thigh, and now dad starts hitting as hard as he can.