 | First, I posted this in response to someone just a few minutes ago but it disappeared. I'm new-- maybe it delays or maybe I did something wrong. Anyhow, I wanted to talk about spanking styles. My mom always spanked me-- infact it was an almost daily occurance and I was sort of "numb" to her and it.I can't recall a "meaningful" spanking etc. But I can recall a lot of them.
I had a period that I kept playing with matches. As a parent when i think back on it-- it was so dangerous. Well, my mom caught me several times and spanked me. She would grab your arm and just start spanking while you were on your feet, no matter who was around. Or she might pull you over her knee and use a wooden spoon or something. They were hard, brief and meaningless. well, after a spanking for matches my dad took me aside. he talked about the dangers and how i needed to get myself under control. I was embarassed that he knew I'd been spanked again but not embarassed enough to stop. The next day I was in the garage with my friend. The doors were closed and we had matches. We were taking turns lighting them. I was 6 by the way. Well, my dad happened to come into the garage and we were caught red handed. He sent Tommy home and kept me there in the garage. He sat on some box out there and pulled me over his knee. There was one of those ping pong type paddles out there and he grabbed it. He slid my pants way down and before he began hitting me brought up that whole control issue again. He said he'd have to take control of me since I couldn't seem to do it myself.Unlike my mom, he started spanking me but in a very different sytle. The paddle really stung and he used quick short bursts and covered every inch of my bottom.They were not hard-- at first it seemed easy. But he persisted in a steady consistent way and it became unbearable. I tried to wriggle free but he held me so tight that I couldn't budge. I was sobbing and begging him to stop. When he finally pulled me to my feet, I saw that he was crying too. I was so ashamed at myself. That spanking was so paradoxical compared to moms. on one hand I was in agony... but on the other, I felt so safe and loved. It's been 30 years and i have never touched matches again. This was the one and only time he ever spanked me.
I am a mom now too. i have a 7 year old and sometimes I must resort to spanking when everything else fails. I use my dad's technique. A stinging paddle in light rapid volley. I try and spank as infrequently as possible. I have spanked my 7 year old 4 times now-- all for important dangerous things that we had previously discussed as forbidden. You don't have to spank hard to make an impression. dad's technique is still burning in my mind 30 years later. He called it a "sound" spanking and I believe it is the best kind. |
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