Spanking Rituals.... Birdie
When I was growing up, my parents lovingly applied corporal punishment as needed. Minor misbehavior was dealt with on the spot by Mom with her paddle. This could be followed by corner time with my red bum on display as a warning to my siblings. More serious transgressions merited "getting the strap".
The ritual of "getting the strap" was very effective. First there was the dreadful waiting to be strapped by Dad at the end of the day. Then being sent to bed early - right after supper to nervously await my parents arrival. Then having to get and remove my nightgown or pajama bottoms and panties.Then having to stand while feeling very vulnerable for a scolding discussion of my behavior. Then Dad removing his belt and moving me into position. Then the strapping itself with pauses for scolding me to "HOLD STILL". And me trying to hold still as the strap kept making my bottom wiggle and dance all around.
When we lived with my ex's strict parents, they had their own established punishment rituals. His mom would use her paddle on my bare bottom after which I was told to leave my bottom bared for discipline by his dad after dinner when his dad would take me over his lap and strap me soundly with a short belt while pausing occasionally for them to discuss my behavior with me.
They always hugged me afterwards and told me how much they loved me. They wanted me to be the daughter they never had and I grew to love them also. Having been spanked by my parents, I equated being spanked with being loved. And having my bottom bared for them reinforced my feelings of belonging to them.
My spankings were always well deserved and always given with a loving intend to improve my behavior.
The ritual of "getting the strap" was very effective. First there was the dreadful waiting to be strapped by Dad at the end of the day. Then being sent to bed early - right after supper to nervously await my parents arrival. Then having to get and remove my nightgown or pajama bottoms and panties.Then having to stand while feeling very vulnerable for a scolding discussion of my behavior. Then Dad removing his belt and moving me into position. Then the strapping itself with pauses for scolding me to "HOLD STILL". And me trying to hold still as the strap kept making my bottom wiggle and dance all around.
When we lived with my ex's strict parents, they had their own established punishment rituals. His mom would use her paddle on my bare bottom after which I was told to leave my bottom bared for discipline by his dad after dinner when his dad would take me over his lap and strap me soundly with a short belt while pausing occasionally for them to discuss my behavior with me.
They always hugged me afterwards and told me how much they loved me. They wanted me to be the daughter they never had and I grew to love them also. Having been spanked by my parents, I equated being spanked with being loved. And having my bottom bared for them reinforced my feelings of belonging to them.
My spankings were always well deserved and always given with a loving intend to improve my behavior.
