I was spanked a lot as a kid right up to my late teens.Although where i'm from we call it smacking. At home my sister & i were bought up very strictly & we were punished for things other kids we knew would get away with.My Mum would smack us if she had to,preferring to make us wait until our Dad came back from where ever he was,& the words "You two girls are going to get a good hiding when your Father gets home",sent shivers down our spine.If we had misbehaved when our Dad was there he would say to us," I'm going to smack your bottoms so hard you're going to wish you had'nt been born,now go & stand in the corner & wait". Before the impending punishment we had to stand in the corner of the living room & sometimes wait for an hour until Dad had finished doing what he was doing. If we moved it would mean an extra minute of smacks for us.Normally if we were both smacked my sister went first while i stayed inthe corner,all i could hear was my Dads hand slapping her bare bottom & my sister begging for it to stop through sobs,i hated it cos i knew i was next. When my sister was then sent back to the corner & i got called over i would take ages to get to my Dad who was sat in the middle of the room on a kitchen chair,i would be fighting back the tears at this point cos if we cried before he smacked us it would mean extra smacks. The slower i moved the more irate my Dad would get,as i got older i knew it was better to get there as quick as possible,early on i learnt not to plead with him not to smack as he would always smack harder.When i did finally find myself over his knee i just shut my eyes & waited for the first smack,by the time it was over my whole bottom would be crimson red,there was'nt an inch that was'nt,iwould be howling like a baby,but we had to do corner time,&if we moved or touched our bottoms we would get it smacked again& that was truly horrible & would hurt for days. My sister left home at 18 to get married,i went on to go to university at 19 but we were still smacked even at that age.