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>Until I was about 9 and 1/2, it was Mom's hand. At >some point, she decided that her hand was getting the >worst end of the deal and she talked with some of her >friends and decided to retire one of my father's old >belts from holding up his pants for her use. She took >the Buckle off of it and hung it on a hook in her >closet where I could reach it and bring it to her when >ordered to do so. Mom developed the habit of sending >me to her bedroom to get the belt for her, place it on >her dresser and wait with my jeans off. On one of >those occasions, I decided that the belt should go >missing which it did between her mattress and box >spring. That resulted in a trip to the next door >neighbors home and I having to ask permission to cut >switches. The neighbor Mom, who always thought that I >was a bit of a brat, was only too happy to help Mom >and cut three really good ones for her. Those were >actually quite a bit worse than getting the belt. >After Mom was done tearing up my backside with those >switches, she made me get the belt for her and put it >back on the hook where it belonged and she informed me >that the next time I got in trouble, I would get >switched again. After that, the belt never went >missing again. I also got paddled at school and the >physics teacher/ girls tennis coach, had a >particularly mean paddle that she could use to >demonstrate her two handed forehand. Other than that, >different teachers had different paddles and likewise >the principles but most of them were some variation of >a one-handed paddle with a few holes in it. Some of >them put tape on the paddle and I am not sure what >that was supposed to do. > > > > >Growing up I got spanked with a variety of >>implements. A pink plastic hairbrush, a wooden spoon, >>a slipper and perhaps for me the most unusual of all, >>a kitchen spatula! Mum tended to use what ever was >>nearest to hand when it came to giving me a good >>hiding. The spatula became one of her favourite >>weapons. The business end was I recall very effective >>at 'frying' things; whether these things were items of >>food or my bare buttocks! God that black plastic >>stung like the devil on the bare skin! What was most >>interesting, however, was the marks it left on my >>bottom! Rectangular, fan like squares with a row of >>either horozontal, vertical or diagonal stripes, >>depending on what angle or direction the spatula >>swooshed down onto my bum, evenly spaced out all over >>my backside. The stripes were quite pronounced and >>raised, like welts and were painful to touch! The >>marks lasted a few days and sitting comfortably was >>not easy! Mum was very impressed with the spatula! >>It was an impressive spanking implement for sure!

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