The part of spanking stories that appeals to me the most is the embarrassment. I’m not sure why but as long as I can remember, it’s been that way. This story is pretty commonplace – but the aftermath is interesting and that’s where the embarrassment, that makes it so memorable, comes in.
I was very much in the stage of life that is marked by knowing it all and having a bad attitude. Unfortunately for me, my mother was quite proficient at adjusting attitudes. We got into some argument – I’m not even sure about what now – and she sentenced me to a spanking. Bare bottom, bent over with hands on the knees, five hard whacks with her old school paddle, followed by me jumping around and hollering.
It was all very normal and, at this difficult stage of my life, pretty commonplace – I found myself getting spanked for my attitude every other week, if not more often.