Childhood punishments 50 yrs on....(Nothing explicit)
Posted: June 16th, 2024, 7:51 am
Im in my sixties now. But still love my glossy shiny rainwear. My wife is ever so tolerant, 40 yrs of marriage to me, she has to be!
As a child, back in the days when parents were allowed to give a child a good spanking, my parents, even then, disapproved of corporal punishment, preferring to use humiliation to punish me when being naughty! I was the youngest of four. I had three older sisters, all perfect angels. I was the only boy, and a total reprobate! Probably because I was continuously picked on and teased by my sisters. At a very young age for some unknown reason, I showed an intense disliking of hooded coats, anoraks or macs. You know whats coming!!!! When naughty, I would be made to wear one of my sisters hooded macs, fully buttoned and belted, hood up and made to stand in the corner. I hated it (I think!). As I got older, I got naughtier! I was made to wear only shiny hooded coats, sometimes all day, always with the hood fixed up. I hated this even more, (now I know I didn't!), the teasing of course got worse, they would put me in two or three of their shiny macs or anoraks, sometimes tying me up as well. My parents, instead of berating them, actually encouraged them and found it really funny! By the age of nine or ten, the punishments took me outside, where the rainwear was forced onto me when going out. By this time I was so used to it, I was almost enjoying it. I was learning to love those wonderful shiny macky sensations! Amazingly, I met my now wife, when I was fourteen, one of my sisters friends who somehow got invoved and enjoyed joining in with the teasings. Lucky me, as we grew out of adolescence, our relationship blossomed and here we are now! And yes, she still uses my considerable wardrobe of rainwear to punish me. Still happy days.
As a child, back in the days when parents were allowed to give a child a good spanking, my parents, even then, disapproved of corporal punishment, preferring to use humiliation to punish me when being naughty! I was the youngest of four. I had three older sisters, all perfect angels. I was the only boy, and a total reprobate! Probably because I was continuously picked on and teased by my sisters. At a very young age for some unknown reason, I showed an intense disliking of hooded coats, anoraks or macs. You know whats coming!!!! When naughty, I would be made to wear one of my sisters hooded macs, fully buttoned and belted, hood up and made to stand in the corner. I hated it (I think!). As I got older, I got naughtier! I was made to wear only shiny hooded coats, sometimes all day, always with the hood fixed up. I hated this even more, (now I know I didn't!), the teasing of course got worse, they would put me in two or three of their shiny macs or anoraks, sometimes tying me up as well. My parents, instead of berating them, actually encouraged them and found it really funny! By the age of nine or ten, the punishments took me outside, where the rainwear was forced onto me when going out. By this time I was so used to it, I was almost enjoying it. I was learning to love those wonderful shiny macky sensations! Amazingly, I met my now wife, when I was fourteen, one of my sisters friends who somehow got invoved and enjoyed joining in with the teasings. Lucky me, as we grew out of adolescence, our relationship blossomed and here we are now! And yes, she still uses my considerable wardrobe of rainwear to punish me. Still happy days.
