No Stranger To Spanking Growing UpI was spanked good and hard whenever I deserved it. Both my mom and dad tanned my fanny and in our house, I was never really too old to get a spanking when I did something serious enough to warrant it. My parents didn't spank for every little thing, but for serious
misbehavior I could count on either a long awful session over mom's lap with her old wooden clothes brush or laying over the pillow pile on
the bed for dad's belt. Believe me, either situation was to be dreaded and avoided at all costs!!!
Most of you may have been subject to this as well. In our home, ALL spankings were on the bare fanny! No exceptions. So at15 or 16, you can well imagine how terribly embarassing it was to have to "drop 'em" and have to go bare bottom up over mom's lap for a bare butt blistering. As I said earlier, spankings were to really be dreaded because dad and especially mom spanked long and hard until my entire butt was stopsign read and simply burning up. I don't mind admitting that I wasn't able to stop bawling like a baby sometimes. Sometimes I thought mom was NEVER gonna stop with the brush. She spanked all over my entire bottom not sparing a single square inch it seemed.!
Some of my worst spankings were for getting in trouble at school in any way, getting caught drinking beer, lying, or any disobeying any direct order. And I better not even think about bringing home a bad report card. Bad report card spankings for some reason seemed as if they were the worst. Probably because of knowing well ahead of time that I had a less than satisfactory report coming home in a few days and the dreadful nail biting and sweating it out until "report card Friday" (also known as dooms day. lol) came around and I knew I was
really going to get it badly. As anyone who grew up with spankings knows, having to wait for it knowing it was coming and there was not one thing you could do to stop it was truly awful. Not much is worse than the dread, anticipation, and worrying over it while it was hanging over your head.
Mom did most of the spanking simply because dad was on the road with his work most of the time during the week and so mom was
the one left at home to deal with keeping house, working her part time job, and dealing with keeping up with me as well. When mom decided I was due for a sound spanking, I was made to fetch the brush for her to blister my butt with it. NO amount of begging and pleading or trying to make a deal for some other punishment ever did any good. And it didn't matter how much I yelled, cried, kicked,
bucked up, and pleaded, she didn't stop until my rear end was roasted! I did a pretty good "spank bottom jig" afterwards. I must have
looked like I was doing and Indian wardance. LOL. I can laugh now, but it wasn't funny back then. Afterwards, my behind would be
deep dark fire engine red all over with a few of those "goose egg" shaped ovals like the back of the brush with purple edges and that
white center. These would be sore, sore bruises the next day and sitting would be more than a little unpleasant.
I would love to discuss childhood spankings with anyone interested. Unfortunately for me, I had more experience than I cared to have
back in those days. LOL.