SPANKING MEMORIES (THE MEMORABLE SERIES)

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And keep in mind that if your sisters’ or your brother disobey me in the future and you have anything to do with it, I’ll take a strap to your bare bottom, and I’ll take them over my knee in front of you again. My aunt got wind where she had been and Ann told her she had laid in some weeds cause we told her too. Indeed, he was of the school of thought who believed a sound caning should be used as a first resort to deal with wrongdoing.

My mother hitting me in the face with a vacuum cord and giving me a bloody lip, and then apologizing that “she was aiming for my leg. It was as if he were beating a carpet, he used so much force to connect his rattan cane with my stretched bum. I also wish that I would have fought back when I became old enough, but I was too brain washed by the “good girl” image of femininity and submissiveness propagated at our local cult/church. When I got angry and blew up about something, my dad would assign me to find verses from Proverbs about anger and copy them in good handwriting.I don’t want to end up in hell where I will be tortured and gnash my teeth for eternity but I also don’t want to be hit. And father add: „You will get dry in half an hour during walking, be quick about it, you have detained us enough. But I got older and stopped being spanked, and my parents did not understand why I cringed when they raised their voices.

It was more the dramatic buildup to the event of the spanking than the spanking itself" that was distressing. I have forgiven them for spanking me, but not for hitting my little brother, who used a wheelchair because cancer paralyzed his legs.The carpet pattern that was inches from nose was already blurry as the tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. I was in Jr High and High School in the early to mid 70's and we got swatted by oak paddles at school. I remember hearing it from across the house as my older siblings were in the laundry room with the door shut. However, it wasn’t until my mid-20s, when on a city bus, I had a discussion with a friend about childhood spanking and I described my discipline “without anger” experience. For instance it could be choice between 45 strokes of hazel switch and 2 hours of nudity after it or 12 strokes and nudity for whole Saturday.

I want to go spit on my mother’s grave; I want to stand over her wielding an iron rod and screaming in her face. I am instructructed to get The Wooden Spoon from the utensil holder in the kitchen and bring it with me. Mom pulled me in to a better position and I could tell by the way her movements were rough that she was seething. I talked before about a spanking memory I had with my mom, where she gave me a long session with her hairbrush for brattiness when I was 15.And while spankings were generally private affairs, Mom was not averse to letting, or in some cases, requiring my siblings to be present. Sometimes they give me choice: More strict spanking and only a short time nudity after it or mild spanking and a longer nudity.