My Boyhood Spankings
I was spanked, at home, from ages 5 through 13. All of them were on my bare bottom, most were usually OTK. I was spanked by both my mom and dad.
My dad was an "on the spot" spanker in the home. Whatever room the offense occurred in was where I would be spanked. Dad would yank down my pants and briefs and put me over his knee. He would lecture me, while I was in that vulnerable position. When he was done with the lecture, he would announce that "it was now time to get to the seat of my problem" and the spanking would begin. He spanked with his big hand and his spankings tended to be long, rather than hard. It caused the heat to build up on my bare seat.
If I ever was caught lying to my parents, he would take off everything and I would have to bend naked over the arm of the couch. He then paddled my bare bottom with a ping pong paddle. That stung like the dickens!
My mom did it differently. She would send me up to my room to "get ready for my spanking." That meant my bottom had to be bare by the time she got there. Sometimes, I would just pull my pants and briefs. Other times, I took them off. A few times I removed everything! I hated having to wait for her. I'd lie tummy down on my bed knowing soon my bottom would be quite red and sore.
When she came in, I'd have to climb over her lap. She would either use a slipper, sturdy wooden ruler, or the dreaded hairbrush. She spanked hard and slowly making each swat sink in before she administered another one.
I preferred being spanked by my dad because it was over quicker. Sometimes, I had to do naked corner time after a spanking. I wasn't allowed to rub my stinging bottom then. I hated that. If we got a spanking before bedtime, we chose to go to bed sans pajama pants. I'd lie on my tummy, in bed, contemplating why I had been spanked.
I had a year younger brother and we had an unspoken invitation to witness one another's spanking. I guess my folks thought it would be a powerful object lesson for the unspanked son. It sure was for me! I learned it was m,ore fun to watch a bare bottom spanking than get one! I was fascinated watching my brother lil' rear get redder and redder with each swat. We never teased each other about getting spanked because would knew that our roles would reversed at some point in the future.
I can honestly say we never got a spanking that we did not deserve. Neither of us ever felt we were being abused. In fact, getting spanked by my dad seem a bit like a male bonding experience for me. Once my spanking was over -- and the occasional corner time afterward -- that was the end of my punishment. The "air had been cleared," my debt paid, and nothing more was said about my misdeed or spanking. Of course, I remembered my spanking for the next couple days every time I sat down. It wasn't painful, but it was tender enough to remind me of what the consequences would be at home for serious misbehavior.
I believe my brother's and my spankings shaped us into the fine men we grew to be. I utilize the same methods, that my dad did, on my two preteen sons.