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Date Posted: 19:37:38 12/01/11 Thu
My parents used spanking as punishment almost exclusively on me from age 5 to about 16. Obviously during that long time stretch the spankings changed with age. You can say that my spankings got upgraded. I recall spankings at my youngest being nothing more than going over my father's lap for a few swats of his hand. My dad then upgraded to his belt. At those times, i got spanked on the spot. No talking, no funny business just a belt wrapped around my jeans once or twice. My next upgrade was the 'after dinner' spankings. These spankings would be the more formal type where we (bro and me) would get lectured before taking our turn with the belt. The number swats received also increased...while before we would get one or two...now we would be looking at 6 or more to the seat of our pants. However, the most memorable upgrade happened when i was about 12. I still remember sitting at the dinner table while my mom told my dad the trouble i had caused that day...most of it involved the neighbor's kids and making a mess of their basement (not important). My dad then said the famous words that we all knew meant something different, 'Son, sounds like you and me need to have a little talk.' I had heard these words before and knew exactly what 'talk' meant. I actually had had a 'talk' with my father a couple weeks prior. The next words I never expected to hear - my mom says, 'Hope you're wearing thick pants!' My dad quickly added, 'That's not going to matter.' I obviously heard this but i did not really know what was meant. So I started preparing myself for the belt - I hated getting the belt. The sound of the crack on my butt, the sting, followed by the warm uncomfortable feeling. Hated it. The only saving grace was my dad did the belt rapid fire. He would lay ten licks in 5 seconds. Sure it felt like forever at the time, but he could have dragged it out, but he did not. So that night, the time had arrived and so the routine goes, my dad led me into the basement where an old couch and chair sat in a corner. We talked (he lectured) about being of the age of becoming a man and needing to take full responsibility for my actions, learning from mistakes and not repeating them. The actual talking portion this time seemed to take a long time and really started getting anxious - i could not tell if he had decided not to spank me at all or if he was really pissed. Perhaps the thick pants didn't matter because a belt was not involved? My dad finished talking and stood up from the chair. I was still sitting on the couch. He took his belt off and ordered me to stand up. I guess I was getting the belt afterall i thought. I started tensing up inside thinking about the swats. I stood up and so far everything was going as it did 2 weeks prior. Next my dad would say to get over the end of the couch and the belting would start. He didn't...he stood for a second and said, 'we need to stop having these talks - pull your pants down!' I stood there frozen. He said again to pull the pants down. A panic ran through my body. Sure as a little kid, my hand swats may have been pants down once or twice. but here, my dad is holding a belt and ordering pants down. I started to cry and plead. My dad stood firm and told me that I needed to learn respect and to drop the pants. I still could not do it. My hands could not move to my pants waist. He reached with his hand and unbuttoned my jeans, tugged on them to until they were a few inches below my underwear and bent me over his propped up leg. I think he knew i was in too much of a panic to bend over as normal. He laid 6 on me and then announced that the next 3 were for not cooperating. I was sobbing and my ass was on fire. I had never felt anything like that before. The belt is a completely different animal on the pants than it is pants down. My dad made sure he covered my ass with that belt. That session kept me straight for months. Sure it was only 9 swats but it was nothing I had felt before. My dad and I did have more 'talks' and this became the new norm. I knew better now and cooperated better-maybe not fully cooperated-but enuf to take the swats. Who else had a memorable spanking upgrade?
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