A story of old-fashioned domestic discipline is told by the son of a very strict mother in the Deep South back in the day.
My mother was an accomplished disciplinarian. She used a two-handed grip, and the handle of the paddle was about a foot long. Even the first stroke sent pain shattering throughout my body. She waited at least fifteen seconds before licks and a minute between sets. This just made the pain build up exponentially.
Sister Phillips, the high school principal, unexpectedly showed up at my home one evening to clarify a paddling that I had received earlier that day. While standing in the corner sniffling with a burning red bottom on display, my Mum explained the domestic rule of being spanked twice for every spanking or paddling received at […]
Having gone too far early in my thirteenth year, my father said to me “You are going to make yourself a paddle.” Under his watchful eye there began 4 inches by 14 inches of rough spanking wood including the handle. Following his masterful direction there finished a powerful work of polished spanking art. When not […]
In their family Bob and Jan must self report their own misconduct everyday by 8 P.M. Their bare bottom lessons may include the hand, hairbrush and belt. Cheating on the system results in two hard strappings. Brother and sister are usually present for each others punishment.
David’s bare bottom is going to feel the dreaded strap that hangs ominously in the cloak room. The strapping is administered by his father, overheard by his brother and sister while his mother holds the naked boy in place by his ankles.
Mike is hopeful that an A+ math exam result will win a reprieve from the earlier promise of a long overdue bare bottom spanking for neglecting his school work. He is about to learn an unexpected lesson at the hands of a loving but strict domestic disciplinarian – his mother.