Up in my bedroom, of course, he put me over his knee and gave me a spanking. That fucking hurt a lot. I hated the class and wanted to be somewhere else instead of sitting for hours in a boring class room wearing a white dress discussing about subjects like "how to be a better person and how should parents correct by not sparing the rod" - I guess the teacher there was spanking-curious: She got extras for this but, according to her, she couldn't help it. Her sis 12 heard us and came over to see what the noise was about. I did some real bad shit during those years, from hitting my mom I was a kid and had no realize I stood no chance in a direct confrontation. National Edition Three Weekly Yes, I would like to receive special offers, promotions and contest information.
The first time she saw her mom spank herself
When one group of toddlers tried to grab a forbidden object, they received a slap on the hand; the other group of toddlers did not receive physical punishment. Even at school, it wasn't unusual to be put over your teacher's knee and have your bottom smacked, often in front of the class. It was pretty thin looking. Even obedience has its limits -- remember our complaints about the officers on trial at Nuremburg. For the rest of the week we were angels and we had a ton of fun. Discorsi senza senso o inopportuni, contenuti per adulti, spam, insulti ad altri iscritti, visualizza altro. It was just as much about humiliation and fear of physical pain.
I think we all handled it differently, developed different coping mechanisms, and, for some of us, these subconsious reactions became a part of us. Hit on the ass and thighs. My dad usually spanked over our clothes or underwear. Of course, it struck mortal terror in us because we knew what was coming and there would be no playing outside after supper on that evening and friends would know we were "getting it" since windows were open. As a child, not knowing how bad you are going to "get it" is really scary.
We were all setting around in the break room talking about our kids and the subject got around to discipline. For what feels like the 1,th time this week my 4-year-old daughter crossed her arms over her chest, pushed out her lower lip and issued a defiant, "No! Paint stirrers were another favorite, though those are a lot flimsier and hurt less. One woman spoke up while we talked about the "beatings" our little darlings had to endure, and she snapped at us and walked out of the room. I think I may have required my mother's assistance a few times after the first. They would decide their "plan of action". Whenever she spanked me my mother always tried to hug and comfort me afterward.