First time with the belt

I grew up in the rebellious 60s but had old-fashioned parents who believed in old-fashioned discipline. For much of ny childhood I was bare bottomed over the knee of either, with a hairbrush or other suitable implement being firmly applied.

However, I had never felt the belt until one night when I was 11. Dad was away on a business trip and I was dawdling over going to bed. Mom warned me twice, then she chased me down the hall and told me to wait for my spanking. I was already near tears and when she walked in holding my father’s belt, I burst out crying and pleading for her not to use it.

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