My mother was a real disciplinarian and I got spanked almost daily until I was 15. Bare bottom, over her knees, wooden spoon. When I was 14 I had done something to get her mad - probably answered back or didn't do my homework - and she was giving me a dozen. My father walked in, which was not unusual, except this time I got a tingle in my parts having him watch my bottom getting reddened. After that when I got spanked I would hope he would come in. If he didn't I would yell and cry, hoping he would hear and come and watch. Sometimes he did (my brothers sure did!) and my mother would give me an extra couple for disturbing him. I wished it was him spanking me - but it was always my mother.