I Pro Spank
I was spanked growing up along with my brothers and sisters. Now that I am older and perhaps have a better understanding of things I really appreciate what an important and successful child rearing method of discipline this was. It clearly set me on a correct path and has helped make me successful today. While it hurt like heck during the process it quickly corrected infractions, was a great incentive not to repeat the offense, and afterwards life went on (with a sore bottom for a while) but there weren’t any further issues to drag on. The slate was clean and thing returned to normal.
My parents did not use spanking lightly. It was reserved for more serious offenses and I would say that on the norm I may get two or possibly three spankings a year and they were all memorable.
For about 60% of the punishments they were delivered by my mother with her hairbrush. Perhaps another 35% were delivered by my mother with the bath brush, and the remaining 5% were the nuclear weapons of spanking which were given by my father with his belt.
In looking back I can say there were 10 rules/ideas/whatever when I or my brothers or sisters were spanked. Here they are for what it is worth.
1. If a spanking was called for it was going to hurt, and sometimes hurt a lot. No way around it that if you were spanked you would end up with a red and sore bottom. Very rarely were there any bruises but sitting was going to be a good reminder for a day or two.
2.Spankings were given on the bare butt. We would remove our clothes down to our underwear and my mother would pull down my panties during her lecture phase. She said this was always the case so she could judge how red our bottoms were getting and she wanted to make her point but not injure us. Also pants, etc were fully removed because we would end up kicking like fiends and they would fly off (and in one case knocked over a lamp) or afterwards you did not want them tripping you while you danced after your spanking.
3.There was a wait period before the spanking. This was sometimes a few hours, sometimes a full day, but spankings were never given in anger and for the offender there was time to reflect on your fate and think about how stupid the things you did to get into this mess really were.
4.Once the decision to spank was made, there was no getting out of it. While we would beg, plead, promise to be good, whatever, it didn’t do any good you were doomed.
5.Spankings for the most part were given in private. But the door to the room where you were being punished was left open so other could hear what was going on as a warning. And while you were not to be looked at or gawked at the there always was a lot of traffic in the hall both during and after your punishment session which added to the punishment effect of the spanking.
6.You were lectured before hand and while we always wanted to be contrite and apologetic these did confirm how you could have handled things better and avoid getting into trouble.
7.No matter how old you were, getting your butt whacked reduced you to a little girl or boy again. As I grew older I had this strange idea in my mind that I would accept my punishment like “a lady”. I thought I would be able to just lay there, get spanked, not cry or react, and most certainly not put on a spanking display of any type. That always lasted until the second or third smack and my legs would be kicking in most obscene way, my free arm would be flailing at the air as if I was trying to swim away and I would twist, cry, scream, how, beg, plead and all the rest before I was let up with a face full to tears, snot and drool. Hardly a ladylike ending.
8.There was time afterwards for reflection in the corner. You would be led to the corner (or wall) and enroute you would dance, hop, bounce, everything except rub your sore behind which would result in more smacks. After 10 or 15 minutes of time you had settled down, recognized again how dumb you were, and finally were allowed to get dressed, or sometimes just gather up your clothes and run to your room.
9.Once you got to your room you always inspected your bottom in the mirror. Red and sometime deep red it was sore and throbbing and on fire. I would lay on my bed face down for at least an hour trying to let my backside cool down and again reflecting on how dumb I was to get into the mess I did and how embarrassing I looked being spanked, dancing, and standing in the corner.
10.Finally there came the final forgiveness. My mother would come into my room after an hour or so and give me hug, inspect my backside, and remind me that the air was clear and all was forgiven and life went on.
Discipline was never given in anger but was a form of loving interaction and I learned a valuable lesson that still plays out today.
My parents did not use spanking lightly. It was reserved for more serious offenses and I would say that on the norm I may get two or possibly three spankings a year and they were all memorable.
For about 60% of the punishments they were delivered by my mother with her hairbrush. Perhaps another 35% were delivered by my mother with the bath brush, and the remaining 5% were the nuclear weapons of spanking which were given by my father with his belt.
In looking back I can say there were 10 rules/ideas/whatever when I or my brothers or sisters were spanked. Here they are for what it is worth.
1. If a spanking was called for it was going to hurt, and sometimes hurt a lot. No way around it that if you were spanked you would end up with a red and sore bottom. Very rarely were there any bruises but sitting was going to be a good reminder for a day or two.
2.Spankings were given on the bare butt. We would remove our clothes down to our underwear and my mother would pull down my panties during her lecture phase. She said this was always the case so she could judge how red our bottoms were getting and she wanted to make her point but not injure us. Also pants, etc were fully removed because we would end up kicking like fiends and they would fly off (and in one case knocked over a lamp) or afterwards you did not want them tripping you while you danced after your spanking.
3.There was a wait period before the spanking. This was sometimes a few hours, sometimes a full day, but spankings were never given in anger and for the offender there was time to reflect on your fate and think about how stupid the things you did to get into this mess really were.
4.Once the decision to spank was made, there was no getting out of it. While we would beg, plead, promise to be good, whatever, it didn’t do any good you were doomed.
5.Spankings for the most part were given in private. But the door to the room where you were being punished was left open so other could hear what was going on as a warning. And while you were not to be looked at or gawked at the there always was a lot of traffic in the hall both during and after your punishment session which added to the punishment effect of the spanking.
6.You were lectured before hand and while we always wanted to be contrite and apologetic these did confirm how you could have handled things better and avoid getting into trouble.
7.No matter how old you were, getting your butt whacked reduced you to a little girl or boy again. As I grew older I had this strange idea in my mind that I would accept my punishment like “a lady”. I thought I would be able to just lay there, get spanked, not cry or react, and most certainly not put on a spanking display of any type. That always lasted until the second or third smack and my legs would be kicking in most obscene way, my free arm would be flailing at the air as if I was trying to swim away and I would twist, cry, scream, how, beg, plead and all the rest before I was let up with a face full to tears, snot and drool. Hardly a ladylike ending.
8.There was time afterwards for reflection in the corner. You would be led to the corner (or wall) and enroute you would dance, hop, bounce, everything except rub your sore behind which would result in more smacks. After 10 or 15 minutes of time you had settled down, recognized again how dumb you were, and finally were allowed to get dressed, or sometimes just gather up your clothes and run to your room.
9.Once you got to your room you always inspected your bottom in the mirror. Red and sometime deep red it was sore and throbbing and on fire. I would lay on my bed face down for at least an hour trying to let my backside cool down and again reflecting on how dumb I was to get into the mess I did and how embarrassing I looked being spanked, dancing, and standing in the corner.
10.Finally there came the final forgiveness. My mother would come into my room after an hour or so and give me hug, inspect my backside, and remind me that the air was clear and all was forgiven and life went on.
Discipline was never given in anger but was a form of loving interaction and I learned a valuable lesson that still plays out today.
36-40, F
