I was spanked alot while I was growing up. My parents where old traditionals who believed wholeheartedly that a sore bottom was the right punishment for a naughty child.
"God put that extra padding around your backside for one reason", Dad would say. "So that you be punished without injury"
I don't know why he said that. My bottom didn't feel uninjured after a spanking. Dad was always the one who spanked me. "Be naughty and its underpants down, he would warn.
And down they always came because all of my spankings were given on my small bare naughty bottom. Up until the age af ten I got the slipper up to 10 times across my naked buttocks but after that it was the belt, a large brown leather one.
I remember the first time I got the belt quite clearly. I had been caught smoking at school with two of my school friends and I knew I would be in trouble when I got home. Mr Johns the head had called my parents and I believed I would be feeling Dad's wicked slipper soon slapping across my backside.
Yes my dad was furious and as I expected he sent me to my room to await what I believed my inevitable encounter with the slipper.
But what a shock I got when Dad entered my room carrying a brown leather belt.
"Oh no please Dad," I cried as I saw the belt.
No mercy I had to go through the three usual stages of being spanked.
1)Removing shorts. I stood there in my little white underpants.
2)Bend over bed.
3)UNDERPANTS DOWN! This was quite an interesting stage. Dad pulldown my pants himself by pushing hand round the front and pushing them down from there. Just as slowly he would pull my pants down at the back and slowly baring my bottom. I don't know why Dad proceeded in this way Perhaps it was to add to the punishment by making long and drawn out.
4)Redding behind. the spanking would proceed. But what a spanking it was on this occasion. The first stroke land across the centre of my bottom. God it stung. The second was on the same spot. I gasped. Those two strokes hurt alot more than 10 strokes with that slipper. Then I was caned low down, just above my legs. Twice!
"Ow!"
Two more and it was over. Dad left me and I layed on the bed for a few minutes in agony I got up and looked at my well strapped bottom. To my surprise it was completely red, like a ripe red apple.
I did everything I could to avoid another dose of that belt and I never smoked again. I couldn't avoid that belt forever though.