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While I never looked forward to giving a spanking, there were simply times when it was very clear one was needed (or would be) within minutes, hours, or just a few days. When the time finally came, whether it was my husband or me who had to give the spanking, there was a natural resolve that following through and making it effective (so stinging and lasting long enough) was very important.
Nevertheless, while I disagree with the saying that any spanking "hurts me more than it hurts you," I do think "It hurts me as much as it hurts you" is fair, but obviously in a different way. When the duty fell to me, I needed a few minutes to prepare myself mentally and think through how I wanted it to go.
Once I was seated, had explained why it was needed, and one of my girls was finally bare and over my knees it usually hit home briefly. There were times even when they were eleven and their behavior was utterly intolerable, I looked at their unprotected soft bottoms and briefly thought about not going ahead. But as a mom instinct kicks in telling you that correcting your kids so they grow up with a better sense of discipline is important. Then it was a deep breath, and the spanking went ahead until the familiar shade of red and telltale crescendo song came that told me a lesson was learned.