I Say Take Your Pants Off I Am Going To Spank Your Bottom
"You'Re To Be Spanked, Get Ready -- You Know What To Do!
By:
medicalenemaboy
Written on January 27th, 2013
"You're to be spanked, so get ready -- you know what to do!" Yes I did indeed know what was expected of me in preparation of a butt spankin' !! In my house, my brothers and I got spanked naked as part of the humiliation of the spanking!
So I would go into the living room, and ***** naked then pull the piano bench to the center of the room and wait for either mom or dad to come in and administer the punishment.
I was usually paddled by a thin, short wooden paddle that they liked to use on us boys -- and Wow did it pack a sting!!!! We would assume the spank position by bending over the bench -- sometimes with our tummy on the bench -- sometimes just bending over it and grabbing the far side of it and hanging on hard. Then the licks of the paddle would start and then wet eyes, snotty nose, and froggy voice followed very quickly.
Sometimes we got beaten with dad's thin belt that he wore with his dress pants. That hurt the worst because it really cut into the skin and left red stripes and always bruises!! It hurt bad, bad when he hit one of the stripes that he had laid on earlier in the spank. That would really make your eyes drip tears and make you want to cry and sob hard.
We then had to stand in the corner with out naked beaten butt showing for everyone in the living room to see. We stood there naked, and sorry, and embarassed and softly crying.
My parents were fair, and with a house full of boys they had decided early on that rigid discipline was the only way to keep the house from being a crazy place and a zoo. They were right, we were taught manners and respect that I still use today.
Dad used to say that a paddle is the only way to a boy's brain!!
So I would go into the living room, and ***** naked then pull the piano bench to the center of the room and wait for either mom or dad to come in and administer the punishment.
I was usually paddled by a thin, short wooden paddle that they liked to use on us boys -- and Wow did it pack a sting!!!! We would assume the spank position by bending over the bench -- sometimes with our tummy on the bench -- sometimes just bending over it and grabbing the far side of it and hanging on hard. Then the licks of the paddle would start and then wet eyes, snotty nose, and froggy voice followed very quickly.
Sometimes we got beaten with dad's thin belt that he wore with his dress pants. That hurt the worst because it really cut into the skin and left red stripes and always bruises!! It hurt bad, bad when he hit one of the stripes that he had laid on earlier in the spank. That would really make your eyes drip tears and make you want to cry and sob hard.
We then had to stand in the corner with out naked beaten butt showing for everyone in the living room to see. We stood there naked, and sorry, and embarassed and softly crying.
My parents were fair, and with a house full of boys they had decided early on that rigid discipline was the only way to keep the house from being a crazy place and a zoo. They were right, we were taught manners and respect that I still use today.
Dad used to say that a paddle is the only way to a boy's brain!!