As a boy growing up in the 1960,s it was quite common for parents and teachers to use the strap as a discipinary tool. In my case this was no exception. in my home it was my dad who administered the discipline. Up until about 12 years old, my spankings were not very severe, just the usual over the knee variety with a ruler or a hairbrush, often with the pants down.
At age 13 I entered high school, an all boys institution, well known for using the strap or the paddle. It was then that my dad started using his belt across my bare buttocks, presumably because I was entering the rebellious teen stage, and he thought I needed it, and looking back, I know he was right. However it was in school, in the principal's office, or the locker room that I learned about corporal discipline. There were many infractions which resulted in a sound strapping, which I was to soon experience. The first time happened in gym class, by the coach, a beefy bearded man named Mr. Bailey.
Showers were mandatory after practice or gym class, and anyone trying to skip the shower would receive three straps across his bare butt with a leather paddle. One day, as we were stripping naked to hit the shower, I was engaging in horseplay with some other boys. Mr. Bailey came into the locker room and caught us pushing and shoving. He ordered me and two other boys, who were horsing around to face the wall and put pur hands on the wall, Each of us got 6 good strokes with the leather paddle, and then ordered to stand naked with our hands on our heads, and the other boys were made to watch, and were warned that they too were very close to the same fate. Embarassed as I was about being spanked on my bare ass in front of my classmates, I was actually aroused wlhen I thought about it on the way home. It was about this time that I recall being aroused by the sight of naked men. These strappings were fairly frequent and increased in intensity and the number of strokes during my high school years.
I was about 14 when I entered puberty, and in addition to a marked growth spurt, I started growing a lot of body hair and had to start shaving. By the time I was 16 I had a full heavy beard and had to shave daily. I often sported a full beard at that time which I continue to do today. My ass was also hairier than most young men my age, and even though I knew I was gay, most of my classmates didn't know because nearly everyone thought gay meant nellie and very effeminite, which I certainly was not.
I did well in sports and my grades were quite good, but I was a smartass, and consequently I continued to et the paddle fairly regularly. The last time at schoolwas in grade 11 at age 17. I had hotwired a teacher's car and took it out on a joy ride with 2 of my buddies. When we returned to the school, Mr Bailey and the principal were waiting for us. We were taken to the office and were told that we had a choice. They would deal with the issue right then and there or they would call the police. Nobody wanted police involvement, but we knew that "dealing with it" would mean a sound bare bottom strapping and they said they would call our parents. Since I was the ringleader, I would receive a dozen straps across each cheek alternately, followed by 12 more across both cheeks simultaneously. My buddies, since they only came for the ride would only receive half as many strokes. Mr Bailey took out three spanking implements, a wooden brush, a thick 4" wide leather paddle with holes, and a riding crop. He said we had a choice which way we would be spanked. Of course we all wanted the implement which would sting the least, especially me, because I was to get as many strokes as my buddies together. Since the riding crop was thin, my first buddy opted for his spanking this way. Well after 2 strokes, he was screaming for mercy, and Mr. Bailey relented after a dozen strokes in total. My second buddy opted for the brush, since he had got it often enogh from his dad, but he too screamed after the first few strokes, and Mr Bailey stopped at 10.
That left me to be strapped last with the thick 4" wide holed paddle, which I had not experienced before this time. With my teary buddies watching, Mr Bailey ordered me to drop my pants and spread my legs one paddle width apart, exposing my abundant butt hair, and bend over across the desk with my arms outstretched. Mr. Bailey said I was to receive the full dozen strokes across each cheek, plus the dozen across both. I was a man though, and not about to cry or scream, so I clenched my teeth as Mr. Bailey landed each strke across my bare ass with a loud snap. Finally it was over, and my ass was red and badly bruised. But that was not all. I knew that he would call my dad, and I didn't know what would await me at home.
Dad had strapped me on my bare ass often enough, but this time it was different. He said I would get a strapping I would never forget. I knew this would be true. But when he saw the effects of Mr Bailey's strapping on my bare ass, he told me that he would wait awhile. I was relieved and hoped he would forget, even though I knew better. After a week I thought he had forgotten, The bruises on my bare ass were healing, and I thought about Mr Bailey's whipping as an erotic experience. Then one day dad came home from work with a leather paddle, almost identical to the one that Mr Bailey had used on my bare ass the week before. I knew what was coming.
Dad said."You are a grown man. Your beard is thick and heavy and you are 6' tall but I have to disciplne you so you won't steal any more cars. I expect you to face your strapping like a man and be a man and omn up to your screwup. Now take off your pants and lie across the bed with your ass in the air. This time he strapped me nonstop, lie Mr. Bailey had done, landing 12 vertical strokes across each cheek and another 12 horizontally across both at the same time. Next he also made me spread my cheeks to deliver another dozen strokes in the center of my ass right in my hairy crack.
Since then I got the strap a few more ties, the last one when I was 19. I don't resent the school, or Mr Bailey or my dad for these sound bare ass strappings, I know I am a better man for it as I have not been in trouble with the law. I often think about these strappings and have men who I get together with for role lay sessions. I am told by these men that they wish they would have experienced strappings such as I give them. It's too bad that discipline is no longer the way it used to be. Maybe that is why there is much more crime among today's youth.