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Date Posted: 23:50:34 09/11/13 Wed
In reply to:
Jan
's message, "Re: Question for spanking moms (and others)" on 17:13:25 07/17/13 Wed
I wish I could say, like Carolyn, that I never thought about switches! Or, really, I wish my mom had never thought about switches. Oh, but she did!
I was a really stubborn child, and even if I'd gotten a whipping for something, I'd still do it again. So, my mom whipped me worse and worse, basically, until I gave in.
What really did the trick? Being stripped naked, and soundly whipped with a switch. Over and over again. I got whipped harder and harder, until it was finally just too terrible to take. I finally decided to behave.....it was a choice, behave, or get whipped again....
I hated it at the time, but, I realize now....getting whipped with a switch was the best thing that ever happened to me. Little boys should obey their mother. If they choose to disobey, they choose to get whipped.
Sometimes, when things aren't going too well, and I'm disappointed in myself, I wish, even as a adult, that I still got whipped once in a while...or once a week...or...
As for bundles of switches: most of the time, people talk about switches, and it is one, long, single branch. Not so with the switches my mom picked! We had a small tree in our backyard, right in full veiw of the picture window, with lots and lots of low hanging branches. The switches I got whipped with started out as one branch, but soon divided out into a dozen or more. And I felt each and every little branch!
A lot of kids I knew had to go get their own switch. Not me! As terrifying as this was, my mom greatly preferred to go get her own.... She was very, very good a picking out a good switch, and even better and whipping my naked butt and legs severely. I think that having so many little branches kept it from leaving marks as bad, but that also made it hurt so much more! I felt like I'd been whipped with a dozen switches.
The worst part, though: when my mom got mad enough to whip me, she would suddenly stop yelling, turn and march out the back door. I knew right then what was about to happen, but.....I always "pretended", just maybe, I wasn't in trouble yet.... When she got close to the tree, I was nervous. When she reached up and picked a switch, I knew I was about to get whipped. When she marched back towards the house, and swished the switch back and forth through the air---I was terrified! God I hated that sound--knowing that same switch that cut through the air was about to be used on my naked butt and legs!
When mom marched back into the house, she would scream at me to not say another word, menacingly holding the switch I was about to be whipped with.... She would always swish it through the air a few times, just to terrorize me. It worked! After being ordered to be silent, I was ordered to strip naked. Arguing, at this point, was not tolerated. Sometimes, when I was stripped down to my underwear, I would cry and beg not to be whipped. Often, that got me a good, hard lash, or at least being screamed at to "take off your underwear! NOW!". I finally gave in, and the second I was naked, I got soundly whipped!
I got a lot of whippings, until I learned to mind. The switch was horrible, especially my mom's switches. But that taught me to behave. I associated doing something bad with getting switch whipped, naked. If I thought about disobeying, I had to ask myself, "is it worth the chance of getting caught and whipped?".
As long as I was subject to getting the switch if I was bad, I was a very, very good boy! I'd do anything, or, not do anything, to avoid the switch. It was brutal, but it worked. I'm gald my mom was so strict. The switch taught me to mind, and made a huge difference in my life.
Sometimes, when I'm down, and feeling guilty about something, I wish, even as an adult, I still had to fear getting a whipping. Watching mom stomp her way outside, pick a good switch, swish it through the air, and storm back inside...... I feel really guilty about a lot of things, and, sometimes I kind of miss the strict discipline. Sometimes I really wish someone would order me to strip naked, force me to submit, and soundly whip me, over and over again......
I've been pretty bad, a lot of times, and that horrible swishing sound of my mom "trying out" the switch she was about to use on my naked butt....I wish I were about to get whipped right now. I fantasize sometimes about my mom just suddenly announcing that she had decided to start whipping me again. I deserved it then, and I deserve it now.
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