"Getting the strap"... Birdie
I was raised by strict loving parents who firmly applied corporal punishment as needed. Minor misbehavior was dealt with on the spot by Mom with her paddle. This was sometimes followed by corner time with my punished bottom on display as a warning to my siblings. More serious transgressions merited "getting the strap".
"Getting the strap" was a very memorable and extremely effective punishment ritual. First there was the dreadful waiting to be strapped by Dad at bedtime. Then being sent to bed right after supper to nervously await my parents arrival. Then being ordered to get up out of bed and undress.Then having to stand exposed from the waist down for a scolding discussion of my behavior. Then Dad doing the ceremony of removing his belt and moving me into the ritual position. Then the strapping itself with pauses for reminding me to "HOLD STILL". And me trying to hold still as the strap kept making my bottom dance and wiggle all around in a futile attempt to avoid it.
My parents strapping ritual was quite effective. It was extremely rare for any of us to ever earn another strapping for the same offence.
In my early twenties, my ex's strict religious parents let us live in their house rent-free so I could continue with my education. We first had to agree to follow their very reasonable House Rules or receive their strict old-fashioned discipline. They loved me very much and wanted me to be the daughter they never had.
One day, I was as so upset with Brian that I had an angry outburst in front of his parents that included profanity. I had always had an anger management problem and had said many things when upset.that I later regretted. Such a flagrant violation of their House Rules required them to respond. His mom paddled my bare bottom and then told to leave my bottom bared because I would be "getting the strap" later.
After we cleaned up from dinner, his dad sat on the sofa and positioned me over his lap to strap me firmly with a short leather belt. He paused periodically to continue the discussion of my behavior. They always made sure that I understood exactly why I was being punished and that they both loved me very much and didn't want to have to punish me again. His strapping me was like a religious ceremony and my punished bottom was the sacrificial offering as they tried to help me gain control of my hurtful profane outbursts.
When my strapping was finished, they always hugged me and told me again how much they loved me. I always sobbed and apologized for my behavior as I hugged them back and told them that I loved them.
Actually, to my surprise, after a few of these "strapped bottom" ceremonies, I began to be much better able to control my words and actions when upset or angry.
My punishments were always well deserved and always given with a loving intend to improve my character and behavior. Birdie
.
"Getting the strap" was a very memorable and extremely effective punishment ritual. First there was the dreadful waiting to be strapped by Dad at bedtime. Then being sent to bed right after supper to nervously await my parents arrival. Then being ordered to get up out of bed and undress.Then having to stand exposed from the waist down for a scolding discussion of my behavior. Then Dad doing the ceremony of removing his belt and moving me into the ritual position. Then the strapping itself with pauses for reminding me to "HOLD STILL". And me trying to hold still as the strap kept making my bottom dance and wiggle all around in a futile attempt to avoid it.
My parents strapping ritual was quite effective. It was extremely rare for any of us to ever earn another strapping for the same offence.
In my early twenties, my ex's strict religious parents let us live in their house rent-free so I could continue with my education. We first had to agree to follow their very reasonable House Rules or receive their strict old-fashioned discipline. They loved me very much and wanted me to be the daughter they never had.
One day, I was as so upset with Brian that I had an angry outburst in front of his parents that included profanity. I had always had an anger management problem and had said many things when upset.that I later regretted. Such a flagrant violation of their House Rules required them to respond. His mom paddled my bare bottom and then told to leave my bottom bared because I would be "getting the strap" later.
After we cleaned up from dinner, his dad sat on the sofa and positioned me over his lap to strap me firmly with a short leather belt. He paused periodically to continue the discussion of my behavior. They always made sure that I understood exactly why I was being punished and that they both loved me very much and didn't want to have to punish me again. His strapping me was like a religious ceremony and my punished bottom was the sacrificial offering as they tried to help me gain control of my hurtful profane outbursts.
When my strapping was finished, they always hugged me and told me again how much they loved me. I always sobbed and apologized for my behavior as I hugged them back and told them that I loved them.
Actually, to my surprise, after a few of these "strapped bottom" ceremonies, I began to be much better able to control my words and actions when upset or angry.
My punishments were always well deserved and always given with a loving intend to improve my character and behavior. Birdie
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