I Was Spanked Bare Bottom With A Belt
It was my grandma who used the belt. My mom's implement of choice was a paddle. You hear "grandma," and you might think of a frail old lady. My grandma worked in a factory for many years and was a fitness instructor on the side. The guys she worked with often challenged her to arm wrestle, and she almost always won. She had a very strong arm.
It's lazy parenting, but the only tool in her shed was spanking. Any time I was under her watch, any infraction on my part resulted in being over her knee getting the belt on the bare. Always as hard as she could. Only the number of strokes varied, based on whatever I did. Whatever spanking she gave me during the day she would give me again that night. It was just how she did.
It wasn't the first, and it wasn't the last, it wasn't the longest, it wasn't the shortest. The one that sticks in my mind the most humiliating. The whole family had gathered at grandma's house for Christmas when I was 11. I got into an argument with a girl cousin who was 9. I forgot myself for a moment, pushed her hard against the wall, and yelled "Shut up, stupid!" I heard a very angry voice behind me say my full name. I turned around, and grandma was already taking off her belt. Of course, family members were coming from other rooms to see what the commotion was. They all watched me step out of my pants and underwear and go over grandma's knee. I tried so hard not to cry. After a dozen very hard strokes of the belt, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. Eight more strokes followed, a total of 20. There I was in front of the whole family. Naked from the waist down, crying like a baby while grandma spanked me over her knee. Then I got the same spanking again just before we left.
It was traumatic, but effective. I never pushed my cousin again.
It's lazy parenting, but the only tool in her shed was spanking. Any time I was under her watch, any infraction on my part resulted in being over her knee getting the belt on the bare. Always as hard as she could. Only the number of strokes varied, based on whatever I did. Whatever spanking she gave me during the day she would give me again that night. It was just how she did.
It wasn't the first, and it wasn't the last, it wasn't the longest, it wasn't the shortest. The one that sticks in my mind the most humiliating. The whole family had gathered at grandma's house for Christmas when I was 11. I got into an argument with a girl cousin who was 9. I forgot myself for a moment, pushed her hard against the wall, and yelled "Shut up, stupid!" I heard a very angry voice behind me say my full name. I turned around, and grandma was already taking off her belt. Of course, family members were coming from other rooms to see what the commotion was. They all watched me step out of my pants and underwear and go over grandma's knee. I tried so hard not to cry. After a dozen very hard strokes of the belt, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. Eight more strokes followed, a total of 20. There I was in front of the whole family. Naked from the waist down, crying like a baby while grandma spanked me over her knee. Then I got the same spanking again just before we left.
It was traumatic, but effective. I never pushed my cousin again.
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