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Jerry
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Date Posted: 14:36:00 01/04/14 Sat
I grew up in the 1950's and 1960's. My parents divorced when I was about twelve, and I lived with my mom after that. Up to that point, I had hardly ever been spanked at all, but the few times it had happened, it was my dad who gave me the spankings. They were short spankings, and he just used his hand. Those weren't even bare bottom.
After the divorce, my mom took over. And that is when I started getting bare bottom spankings. Initially, she didn't always spank on the bare, generally letting me keep my underpants up when she spanked me for minor offenses. But probably at least 2/3 of my spankings were with my underpants pulled down. Mom used a big wooden hairbrush when she spanked me on the bare. I couldn't believe the difference between those bare bottom paddlings, and the simple hand spankings my dad used to give me! The hairbrush hurt like hell! And mom always spanked long and hard.
When I turned 14, mom decided that I was old enough to think through the consequences of my behavior, and therefore was old enough to start getting all of my spankings on the bare bottom and with the hairbrush. So, my underpants got pulled down for every single spanking she gave me from then until I graduated from high school shortly after I had turned 18. I can tell you that it was horribly embarrassing to be bared by my mother and spanked until I was howling and bawling like a little boy, when I was a junior and senior in high school. Fortunately, I managed to improve my behavior and attitude enough that the spankings became less and less frequent as I got older, but I don't think I ever managed to go more than a couple of months between those awful mother-son spankings.
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