User:Thomas Ollie Webster/sandbox

Corporal Punishment
As a child, I was raised in a household where corporal-punishment was assigned often. Below are stories (more like memories) of times when I would recieve one such corporal-punishment type: spanking. This was assigned by bothe my mother and father often as we would perform such acts that would result in discipline.

Mum's View
I remeber those moments well...being laid across my Mother's lap or knee, with my head hanging downward and my feet doing the same. Looking (sometimes through a cloud of tears) at the carpet of our house while my behind is getting prepared for the discipline. My legs and feet would dangle at the other side of my Mother's lap, and I remember watching them flinch and shake. The highest point of my body: the buttocks, just waiting for the discipline to start.

My behind wouldn't be totally nude. Often, I would have my under-wear or trousers/pants covering the "area". Mostly I would be asked to keep my trousers on, but, when I really did perform a misbehaved task, I would be asked to remove my pants, or to just entirely remove my pants and under-wear.

Then, all of a sudden - WHAM. My Mother's hand strikes my left cheek. WHAM. Right cheek. My face flourishes with red, and, assuming so does my butt. Then the spanks start raining down until I'm sobbing, crying, promising to be a good boy.

My behind would remain red and I would not be able to sit down for about three hours before turning back to normal...and that was a rmeinder that I better be good.

Father's View
Similar to my Mum, my father would also assign spankings to each of us. Except, he would spank us in a more appropriate fashion. My Mother would distribute "over the knee" or "over the lap" spankings while my father would do the "over the desk" punishments.

When I would perform a misbehaving act, my Father would take me privatley into his study. I knew almost instantly the punishment when he pointed to the desk. And, I obeyed.

I would be half laying, half bent over on my Father's desk when...WHAM. His hand strikes the butt. WHAM, another. WHAM, another. Then, like my Mother, the spanks would rain down until I'm promising to be a good boy.

Unlike the Mum experiences, my Father's wouldn't leave my butt red for three hours and my behind wouldn't be that sore. But, still, both my parents have spanked me as a child, and I somehow knew I deserved it.