My Mum Spanked Me Until Quite RecentlyMy Mum believed in a more traditional approach to discipline and would give me a good hard spanking every time I misbehaved. I say good because I really do think that it was good. I have learnt the boundaries and the consequencies of stepping over the limit in no uncertain terms. I was always taken to the study to be told off and then spanked. Before I started school mum would sit in the high backed chair behind her big oak desk, make me stand beside her whilst she told me off and then pull my skirt up and knickers down, bend me over and spank me with her hand.
The night before my tenth birthday she showed me a leather strap and told me that i would be getting that from now on if I was naughty, lovely birthday present but it did make me behave even better than before with just the thought of getting that strap. Of course I forgot about it after a while and started to push the boundaries again, so when I was rude and cheeky to a lady in a shop I knew what I would be getting when we got home.
I was told to go straight to the study, I was crying even before I got there ,mum followed me in and to get the strap out of the desk and came back round. I had to tell her why I got detention, which difficult through the tears, and then she told me to bend over the desk. I could hardly touch the floor when I was over the desk. Mum pulled my skirt up, then knickers down and laid the strap gently across my bum, lifted it up and then CRACK, sharply back down across my poor little bottom. I only got three for that first strapping but it really shocked me into being a good litle girl again.
When I was twelve mum thought about giving me a different punishment like being grounded and so on, we talked about it and both decided to carry on with the spankings with the addition of a cane if I was really bad ( her idea not mine ). I got a few spankings with the strap each year until I was fifteen . and stupidly let one of my 'friends' talk me into drinking some cider whilst we were out, then we thought that breaking a seat that we were sitting on was great fun, my mum drove by and when I heard her shouting me to get into the car I knew this wasn't going to such fun.
Standing beside mummy, with the strap in her hand and trying to explain why we had done it certainly wasn't fun, especially as until then she noticed the alcahol on my breath. She told to get ready for my spanking but she had to get something. what seemed like ages later she came back with the cane. I got six really good strokes and cried like a baby but I definately learnt my lesson. I have only had the cane twice since and didn't even get the strap so much after that. I'm really glad that my mum cared enough to me a GOOD spanking.