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.
When you play ‘truth or dare’ you never know quite where it will end. For one student it led to a lover, friend and soul mate and also a great many spankings.
The following account represents a harsh and abusive regime of domestic discipline. This story is published in honour of the author. Reader discretion is advised.
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 […]