[The following is the second (hopefully in a series) about my childhood spanking experiences. Comments please: gr_anderson@hotmail. com]
I was well accostomed to having my bum spanked by my dad's hand. The worst was getting spanked before bed because it was just over my underpants.
I thought the spankings hurt a lot. My dad emphasized speed over length. The first 5 whacks would come in a matter of seconds and I wouldn't feel much. When the next 5-10 whacks were delivered I could feel some sting building up, I would sometimes try to cover my bum with the palms of my hands. After about the first 15 whacks, a threashold was reached where it really started to feel uncomfortable and eventually unbarable, that is when I begain genuinely crying.
My dad's rule of thumb was to go about 5-10 spanks after I was genuinely crying. That's what I found the most painful. I though I had a really raw deal, although in reality my spankings probably wern't as bad as most other kids got.
Once my dad spanked me for talking back before he left for a buisness trip, and it really hurt. That day, I decided to complain to my mom about dad spanking me. Mom was quite indifferent about the whole spanking thing, so I was hoping for some sympathy. Instead, do you know what she told me? She responded to my complaints by saying "You're lucky young man. Some parents use a stick". Of course this is not what I wanted to hear. I remained silent, as this tactic had pretty much blown up in my face.
When my father returned, mom discussed our conversation and they both decided that a stick should be an option now that I was getting older. At the dinner table that night, I noticed a piece of wood shaped like a thick nicely sanded paint stirrer. Dad introduced what came to be known as "the spankin' stick" which would be used when warrented.
In fact he pointed out that complaining about spankings behind his back would earn me a free trial of the spankin' stick after dinner. I ate dinner as slowly as possible. My father quite camly came to me after he finished with dishes and said "should we get this over with Graham?"
He took me to my room, stripped me to my underwear, and put me over his knee. After the first 2 spanks I didn't feel much but after 5 I was feeling a good sting. The "pain threshold" came at about spank 8 and after that I stated to cry. I reached a genuine cry by spank 10. Dad proceeded to spank 20.
"_d_a_m_n_ this stick works like a hot _d_a_m_n_," he remarked. I was bawling from the pain.