The worst spanking I ever got was 4 months before my 19th birthday. I had had a traffic accident while taking a friend home during a high school football game.
I had been told that I could drive the car "straight to the game and straight home". In order to be allowed to get my driver's license, I had also agreed that any ticket would earn a paddling.
My friend had asked me during the game if I could run him home to pick up his car since his girlfriend had shown up after telling him she wouldn't be able to come to the game and he had caught a ride with a friend. He wanted to take her out after the game, so he wanted his car. I said OK, so we left the game and I started for his house only 2 miles away. There was a tight bend in the road that I had forgotten about, we slid off and got stuck in the mud after scraping a small tree. Before we could get the car out the police came along. Results - I got a ticket for improper speed and one for failure to control.
When I told my parents the whole story, Dad ordered me into the living room. He said, "As I understand it, you left the game which your were told not to do, you were not coming directly home disobeying what you were told - to the game and home, AND you got two tickets and damaged the car."
"Yes, sir."
"Go get the paddle."
The paddle was 18" long, 3" wide, and 3 8" thick oak. I got the paddle from the hall closet and return. Dad had turned the overstuffed chair around so the back was facing the center of the room. "Bend over the chair." I did as I was told. "Your first punishment is for the two tickets. He then laid on 12 hard swats and said, "That's for the first ticket." My butt was on fire and here I was facing a punishment for the second ticket. He laid on 12 more swats. By the second swat I was sqirming and in tears. "That takes care of the tickets. Now for leaving the game and driving where you were not supposed to go - drop your jeans."
There I stood in my whities, bent over the chair, while he laid on 24 more swats with no break. If it weren't for the straps that held the side cushions on the chair to lace my arms through I would never have been able to stay in position, which would have only meant further punishment. But then he said, "It is obvious that you disobeyed and did so more than once. You've earned yourself an attitude adjustment! Drop your underwear!" I knew better than to protest or beg for some leniency.
I took my underwear down and got back over the chair. Dad left the room and got the "spanking paddle" which was a well worn "Jokari" (if you know what that is). When he returned, he didn't hesitate, he just started whacking away, smacking my butt in every possible place, as fast as he could slap that paddle on my ass. He kept that up for at least a minute, maybe longer (it SEEMED like longer!) and when he finally stopped, my butt hurt so bad all I could do was hold my fanny and do that little "I just got my ass beat" dance from one foot to the other.
I was sent directly to my room where I slept on my stomach - for a few nights!
That wasn't my last spanking - but it was the WORST! Never got another ticket, though.