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When watching another spank - and I've seen my wife in action enough times over the years - you can be more detached and dispassionate about the boy or girl getting a good spanking, I suppose, and even more so if the kids aren't yours.
The strangest thing for me has been watching my own Mum spank my sons. Because for fleeting moments, I am that boy again, getting his bare backside justifiably tanned by an upset mother. I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, yet cannot pull my eyes away from the spectacle of his rear losing its alabaster lustre..
Seeing one of my nieces get her bare bottom soundly spanked always cheers me. That may sound rather mean, but she really is an obnoxious child - 13 now - and I would be telling porkies if I did not admit to relishing the brat get a good hiding from her Mum. Sadly, not nearly frequently enough. Such is life.
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