Spanked With Love
I got spanked often, but never in a way that made me hate my mom. In fact she made sure that I knew she loved me even when she had to redden my behind. She would always explain first why she needed to punish me, then it was pants or skirt off, over her lap, and she would pull my panties down (she believed that a spanking was for the bottom, not for the underwear). When I was young she only used her hand to smack my rear end, but boy did she know how to use it! I would normally end up crying, but I cried more because of the embarrassment of the situation, not the pain. The sting disapperared quickly, and after the spanking was over, mom took me into her arms and told me that I was forgiven. Things changed a bit when I got older and mom began to use the wooden spoon to spank me. But even then I knew that I was forgiven when it was over, though the sting remained for quite a while.