I am the father of three sons, David my eldest, Jason and my youngest Peter, who have all done very well. They have all gone They have all gone to university, and why? Because when they needed it they got ther little bums spanked.
My wife and I always believed in the bennefits of a sore bottom and when our sons misbehaved they found themselves with their pants down across my knee ready to feel a hard smacking on their bare backsides. In early years it would just be the hand, but as they got older it was the slipper.
I can still remember clearly the sobbing child pleading not to have to remove their pants, them having to obey and shamefully pulling doen their pants and baring their bottoms
They all had very little bottoms and they were always smooth and white before the hand or the rubber sole of the slipper did its punishing work
I remember the screams of the boys, thir bottoms turning redder and redder with each whack. They would get at least a dozen whacks, usually more. I woould always smack the same spot, what my father always did to me.
I don't for one minute regrett spanking the boys. God put that extra padding around their bottoms so they could be punished. This is the natural place for a boy's punishment and it should be used