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>Actually honey, I don't really have to spank my kids >very often as it is. They are normally good kids. >Sometimes they forget that fact and I have to spank >their bare butts. The spankings Momma gave us, were >usually like twenty or more smacks whether by hand or >hairbrush. The last spanking she gave me was when I >was seventeen and I came home an hour and a half past >my midnight curfew. My best friend and I went out to a >local teen club and ended up staying till closing time >which was 1 am. She got a whipping from her Daddy with >a belt when I dropped her off. When I got home at >1:30 Momma was waiting for me. I saw the hairbrush on >the table so I knew I'd had it. But she had me go >outside on the patio where she could chew me out >without waking everybody. Then she told me she would >spank me in the morning before church. The next >morning she woke me up, and told me we had some >business to take care of, then she sat on the bed and >first continued our little conversation from the night >before, then told me to turn over her knee. When I did >she raised up my nightshirt and pulled my panties >down, then blistered my bare butt with the hairbrush. >She gave me at least a dozen good smacks. Generally >the spankings Daddy gave were ten to twelve and always >by hand. The last time he spanked me was three days >after my eighteenth birthday. I got to feeling a >little two grown up for my own good and started >backtalking Momma. Daddy decided he wasn't having >that. So he told me I was getting too big for my >britches, then he walked me into the Living Room, made >me pull those britches and panties down and gave me >twenty hard smacks on the bare butt with my brother, >sister and Momma all watching. > >I've found that I don't need to give my kids long >spankings for them to be effective, so I usually give >a dozen or so swats. There have been a few times I've >given more. Like when my oldest son was twelve. He >took off with some of his friends on their bikes. What >we didn't know, is they took off to the Fairgrounds >during the County Fair. The fairgrounds are five miles >outside of the town we live in and getting there would >require riding out on the Interstate which he was NOT >allowed to do. In addition to not telling anyone where >they were going. They stayed till the fair shut down >for the night which got him home about 11:30. I was >about frantic. I had been calling his cell phone all >day and getting no answer. My husband Mark was out >with one of the other boy's Daddy driving around >trying to find them. I was ready to call the Sheriff's >Office to report him missing. I was getting ready to >call when he walked in the door. I hung up the phone >ran over to him and hugged him crying, then I gave him >a couple of hard slaps on the seat of his jeans. Then >I started reading him the riot act. I told him to get >his little ass (I don't normally cuss) in the shower >and get ready for bed. He scooted off to the bathroom >to shower. I called Mark on his Cell and told him our >son was home and where he had been all day and night >and as soon as he gets out of the shower, I'm gonna >bust his butt. I heard the water in the bathroom being >turned off and I went to my bedroom and got my >hairbrush off the vanity. I saw him coming out of the >bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and he >started to his room, I followed right behind him, >hairbrush in hand. Up to that point I had never used >anything other than my hand on any of my kids' bare >bottom, but this night was gonna be different. When I >got in his room I started chewing him out again. Then >I sat on his bed and called him over. I yanked the >towel off and dragged him across my lap and I let him >have it good. I wore his bare butt out good, scolding >him all the while. He kicked and cried begging me to >stop and apologizing. I was seriously so upset with >him I was on the verge of losing control. When my >husband walked in he saw me spanking and how upset I >was then he walked over and grabbed my wrist and took >the hairbrush away from me. He looked me in the eye >and said, No honey, it's gonna be ok, calm down then >he sat down with me and I started bawling. He sat >there with me trying to calm me down. I was starting >to settle down and then he got up, grabbed our son by >the arm, turned him around and gave him several hard >smacks on his naked butt. Then told him, "If you ever >pull a stunt like this again, I'll whip you with a >belt." Then Mark collected me and took me to the >kitchen. Telling our son "We'll talk more in the >morning, get ready for bed." I was up all night that >night. The next morning Mark and I were in the >kitchen, I was fixing breakfast and our boy came in. >The first thing he did was apologize. I asked how his >butt felt and he said it still hurts. I had him pull >his pajamas down because I wanted to see how bad I had >really spanked him. Thank God there where no bruises. >So maybe I hadn't spanked him as hard as I thought. We >had a long talk with him and he admitted he was >ignoring his phone when I was trying to call him. I >took his phone away for a week and he got grounded >from his bike for two weeks. I also told him, if he >ever "ghosted" me again, I'd take his phone away >permanently. > >So anyway, for the most part, I find a dozen or so >smacks to be sufficient. > >If you have any other questions, hon. Please ask.

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