When I was younger than six I remember only a few instances that i got spanked. It wasn't a long spanking, just a few swats on my backside. I dreaded the idea of earning myself a spanking. I don't remember the order of when these occurred.
One of them I only remembered after it happened. I was young so I was screaming my head off. My father did it. My mother asked him how hard he smacked me, obviously not that hard, and she didn't give me any sympathy. Whatever I did, I must have deserved it.
Another one I remember what happened before. I refused to get off the computer and go to bed. I pleaded for a few more minutes but they didn't give in. They threatened to spank me. I was a stubborn child, still am, and I didn't go to bed. I don't remember being hit but I know he had to carry me upstairs. I was screaming.
The last instance I remember of myself getting a spanking was I was laying on the couch, don't remember what I did but my father came over, turned me on my side, and smacked my bottom. I didn't scream, I didn't cry, and all I say
I'd was "hey!" I realized then that the spankings didn't actually hurt. He never spanked me again.
The only time I was petrified about a spanking was one I wasn't the person being threatened. My older brother was. I don't remember what he did but I remember clearly what my father said. "I will go out back and get a stick and beat you till you bleed." Don't get me wrong, my father never abused us and he would've never followed through with it but it scared me. Still scares me.
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