My Dad's Belt
When I was 6 I was caught in a series of lies. The first time my dad warned me that lying was one of the worst things and if I did it again he would spank me with a belt. I REALLy did not want that. But I was caught in another lie a few days later and my Dad didn't yell he just asked me what he said would happen. I told him "you are going to spank me with a belt." Then he sent me to my room. I was so full of dread. I sat on my bed waiting for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel my bottom tingling in anticipation- dreaded anticipation. By the time he came in I was so nervous. He didn't say a thing. Just stood in front of me and undid his belt and took it off, He folded it and snapped it. It sent shivers down my spine. Then he said "Lay down!" I didn't dare tot disbey. I laid down and grabbed a pillow and buried my head in it, waiting for my punishment to start. Instead he said "Lying is something that will not be tolerated. You need to know this. So pull your pants down." I was so embarrassed! I had only had bare bottom spankings a few times before and it was always so embarrassing. I reached down and pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs without looking up at him. I was already choking back tears. I buried my face back in the pillow and waited. Then he started The belt felt like fire. I wanted to reach back but I didn't dare.He spanked me 6 times since that was my age, pausing after each swat to make sure I felt it. I was sobbing into my pillow. Finally he stopped and asked me if I had learned my lesson. "Yes sir." I said. Then he put his belt back on and said he would give me a few minutes alone to pull myself together. Later he hugged me and told me he loved me and that he spanked me for my own good. I always felt like I deserved it when I got it and better when it was over.