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.
Panties down, corner time, protocol and ceremony are vividly captured in this richly detailed description of a classic bare bottom spanking.