I'm a gay guy. When I was 23 I lived with a boyfriend who was 20. Although I was older it was actually he who was more mature in many ways. For example, I had never lived on my own and I knew nothing about cooking, cleaning, paying bills and other household responsibilities.
One thing that I was especially badly behaved about was being on time. I was late for everything and I would think nothing of keeping him waiting for hours. For example I regularly arrived home from work many hours late to find that the dinner he had carefully prepared had gone cold and he was understandably annoyed.
"Why didn't you call?" he would ask.
"I don't know, I just lost track of time." I would reply.
I was just terrible about being on time!
After many such incidents he became so frustrated with my tardiness that he suggested that when I was late and kept him waiting I should get a spanking of one swat with the wooden hairbrush for every minute that I was late. I knew I needed to stop being late, and it seemed fair so reluctantly I agreed.
When he suggested the spanking idea he had actually never given a spanking to anyone before and he had any idea that it would be _s_e_x_ually enjoyable for him. However he quickly discovered that reddening my butt with that dam hairbrush could be quite a turn on - for him! After a few weeks he really got into spanking me and I could tell that he now enjoyed it when I was late because it would give him a chance to tan my hide. In fact, several times I think he created tight schedules to make me late so that I would earn a spanking.
Here is what would happen when I was late ... I would arrive home hoping I could quietly slip in and that he wouldn't notice I was late. However as soon as I walked in the door I would see that he already had the hairbrush out and ready on the living room coffee table. He would say gleefully, "Welcome home honey! When you're ready get your pants down because you've earned 35 hard swats for being late."
For him these spankings were a big _s_e_x_ual turn-on ... for me they were pure punishment. He would sit down on the living room couch then I would stand in front of him and lower my pants and underwear to my ankles. My _c_o_c_k_ would have shriveled up to nothing in anticipation of the pain whereas his _c_o_c_k_ would be rock hard. Often he would wear track pants or loose fitting shorts so that his _c_o_c_k_ would not be constrained.
I would lye over his lap with my limp little _c_o_c_k_ dangling between his legs. Often I would feel his big hard-on poking me in the stomach. There was always such a contrast - my limp little _c_o_c_k_ next to his hard massive one. Sometimes before he started spanking he would reach between my legs and pull my penis backwards between my legs towards my feet, and rest it on top of his leg - this way, he said, he could watch it and make sure I wasn't getting turned on as he reddened my little butt. I don't know why he bothered because I never got turned on - my _c_o_c_k_ was always completely soft during these punishments. The only thing on my mind during these sessions would be the pain in my butt and what I had done to deserve it!
Once he felt I was properly in position and my butt was nice presented he would pick up the hairbrush and begin the spanking. These were not _s_e_x_ual spankings - there was no warm-up, no massage, no "safe word" and no _s_e_x_ual stimulation for me. He would raise the hairbrush up high and then bring it down hard on my vulnerable little butt with a loud crack! These spankings were pure punishment designed to teach a lesson and change behavior. As that hairbrush did its job I would buck, yell, beg etc. He said that it was OK if I bucked, kicked my legs, yelled and even cried ... just as long as I didn't try to block the swats with my hands or try to stop the punishment in any way. Whenever I interfered with the spanking he would add 10 swats to the spanking - we would get to the end of the spanking and he would say, "OK, it's now time for your extras! Are you ready?"
Although I didn't enjoyed getting my butt blistered those punishment spankings did really improve my attention to the clock. After just a few months of his spankings once or twice a week I was rarely late for anything. In fact to this day I'm almost always on time and I credit it largely to him.
When it got to the stage where I was usually on time my boyfriend began to miss spanking me so frequently. As I mentioned earlier he was younger and I think he really enjoyed the power of dominating me. Consequently he started fishing around for something else I could be disciplined for. He also wanted to graduate to other spanking implements such as a wooden kitchen spoon (ouch!) and a razor strap (double-ouch!!). As if that friggin' hairbrush wasn't bad enough! If he had gotten his way we would have created a whole bunch of additional rules regarding household chores, swearing etc that would have resulted in me getting a hard spanking nearly every day!
Nevertheless I resisted establishing any other household rules that required me going over his knee. I think my boyfriend tended to forget that for him these spankings were a fun, _s_e_x_ual turn-on but for me they were 100% punishment - not much different from the spankings I got from my parents when I was a kid. I would reluctantly accept a spanking if I deserved if but I certainly didn't enjoy it.
So, in summary I guess I would say that household rules with punishment spankings can be very effective to change behavior. There is no doubt that they helped me to be a better person. :-)