An Acceptable Means Of Discipline When I Grew Up
A spanking for me only happened when all else had failed. Once I'd grown up, mom admitted how she always felt bad after administering a spanking. She didn't want to be cruel, but it reached a point where I was not heeding her warnings over my bad behaviour. Spankings were pretty rare, but the threat of one occurring was always there, and helped to keep me in check, I'm sure. In fact, I was probably more terrified about making mom mad enough at me that she had to spank me than I was ever actually hurt by the spanking itself. Spanking was the signal that I had carried things beyond her tolerance and needed to adjust my behaviour, regardless of how justified I may have originally felt. I don't feel bad for having been spanked as a child. As it was used sparingly, I think it helped me in my development more than it ever traumatized me.
Now, if I could only get a spanking as an adult . . . Ooops! Sorry folks . . . wrong category!