I talked before about a spanking memory I had with my mom, where she gave me a long session with her hairbrush for brattiness when I was 15. After a recent whipping from Tom, my mind went back to one of the last spankings I got growing up, this story involving my dad when I was 16.

​I had a strict curfew when I was a teenage girl. If I had permission to go out, I had to be back at home by 9 pm. Sometimes of course they let me stay out later, like if I had permission to spend the night at a friend's house. If I didn't get that permission though, it was 9 EXACTLY.

So one Thursday night I was out with one of my best friends. I wouldn't normally have been allowed to go out on a school night, but she had just gotten her driver's license and my parents eventually gave in and said I could go out for a short ride.



We were driving around playing music and laughing, having a good time. I don't know how, but I completely forgot about the time and she didn't drop me back off until close to 11. Walking to the door, I suddenly realized just what I had gotten myself into. 

Walking to the front door, I was just praying that one of them (most likely my dad) wouldn't be waiting for me when I got in. 

But as soon as I opened the door, my dad was instantly there. I froze. He hugged me and told me how worried he had been. That took me slightly by surprise and made me feel bad. I also thought for a moment that I actually had a chance of getting out of this one, even though I clearly deserved it. Satisfied that I was alive and healthy though, the questions started.

"Where did you go? Why did you stay out that late? Why didn't you at least call? And on a school night too!"

I had no good answers, and started crying when he told me to go to my room. He followed and when we got there he told me to bend over the bed. He raised the bottom of my dress over my back, and pulled up on my panties giving me a slight wedgie to expose more skin ... he always did that to give a thorough punishment without making me take down my panties in front of him.

I started crying even louder when I heard him unbuckle his belt. I looked back and started to say "No daddy please don't..." when he cut me off.

"I'm sorry, but no daughter of mine is going to have so little respect for the rules. Take your punishment now Katie. You're getting two dozen."

And with that, my terrible sentence had been handed down. Two dozen with the belt. I couldn't believe it. One dozen was bad enough but two dozen would be beyond bad. How was I possibly going to ...

Whooshing noise and instant pain. Then another three one right after the other. 

Let me tell you, I just howled to high heaven. Even screaming that loudly, I could still sense him moving farther to my left so that the belt would next slap the left side.

I tensed and then felt it explode into my butt four fast times. LASH LASH LASH LASH

I screamed even louder, pleading futilely with him to stop. I'm not sure how many times in my life I've been bent over a bed begging someone to stop spanking me, but this time I really meant it!

"Pleeeeeeease pleeeeeeeease pleeeeeeeeease..." 

He went right back to work at my right side, this time aiming lower and whipping my tender sit-spots and upper thighs. It was too much to handle. I jumped up and reached back, which was a big mistake as he pushed me back down against the bed and said the last two hadn't counted. I yelled "Noooooo" as he gave me two even harder ones at the top of my legs while I wailed in misery.



And that was just the halfway point.

You can imagine how I felt as he got ready to deliver the next set of four. I was bawling so hard I had no idea how I would take it. I had no choice though, it was completely up to him how long he wanted to whip me for. And I knew whether I liked it or not, another dozen was coming.

LASH LASH LASH LASH

I again wailed "Nooooooo" at the top of my lungs, and collapsed against the bed as he continued the next four licks on my other side. I cried and cried hysterically, the pain was so bad. There was no way I could take any more. I tried pleading again but the words wouldn't even come out. He gave the final four lashes as I continued bawling, far past the point where I thought I couldn't take any more.  

I collapsed on the floor, a sweaty tear-stained inconsolable mess. He leaned down to hug me and said, "Now there's a good girl, I don't want you to ever stay out past your curfew again, do you understand?"

"Yes sir I promise," I cried out through my hysterics.  

After about ten minutes of laying on my stomach crying, I finally made it to the bathroom and looked at my butt in the mirror. It was covered in bright red belt marks with raised welts.

The next day at school my first class was geometry. I sat down next to my friend from last night and winced painfully as I sat down. She smiled and said, "You too?"

She told me later that her mom had paddled her when she got back the night before. We had all the same classes together, and spent the whole day comforting each other and whining about how painful it was to sit :)    

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I just showed this post to Tom because he was asking me about the blog. He said, "Your dad really knew how to discipline you, it looks like I'll have to use the belt more often." Sigh ... I guess that is the price of my journalism!
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On Sunday, Tom gave me corner time for rolling my eyes at him. I can't stand corner time but mainly just felt lucky he didn't take spank me for it :) Here's the thing though: While he was lecturing, he started off by calling me "Missy."

As in "You go to that corner right now Missy!"



And suddenly I had a vivid memory of a spanking I got for rolling my eyes when I was a girl. My mom almost always called me Missy when she was punishing me. That was close to a sure fire way of knowing that I was getting my butt spanked, hearing that word coming from my Mom's normally soft voice. ​

(My mom looked just like the woman on the right when she was younger ... she's so beautiful!)

​When I had just turned 15, I was going through kind of a bratty stage and she had warned me a lot about rolling my eyes at her. That day I had just done it again, probably for no good reason, and she gave me several hard swats over my pajama bottoms and told me that if I did it again I'd be in for a real spanking. Obviously, that would have been a good time not to roll my eyes.

But what do I do right then? Roll my eyes again! I really didn't mean to. I'll bet I hold the world record for the girl who has gotten the biggest number of totally preventable spankings. Someone call Guinness :)

I don't think Mom could believe I disobeyed her like that immediately after she told me to stop rolling my eyes. 

Cue the Missy. I think it was something like:

"Alright Missy, we'll do it your way. You stay right there and we'll sort this out with the brush."

I instantly begged her not to. "Please Mom, I'm sorry, please don't spank me," but she had already made up her mind and came back a moment later carrying the dreaded oval wooden hairbrush. We were in my room and I knew that soon my dad and brother would be hearing my screams and pleas. It was so embarrassing.

She shut the door, sat down on the bed, and demanded I turn over her lap.

Already crying, I positioned myself over her lap, and she started giving me quick hard swats with the brush. 

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

Each swat stung really bad, and I was crying for real, but I was also really glad that my pants were still up. Dad's whippings were much worse. Still, she was going at a fast pace, and soon it became really bad. I started crying louder and begging her to stop. I got my wish, but not quite in the way I had in mind.

"Alright Missy, stand up now and pull down those pants."

"NOOOOO, please Mom let me keep them up." 

"I said now Missy!"

I stood up and slowly pulled down the pajama bottoms, She just gave me a stern look while I stood there. I knew what she wanted, but couldn't bring myself to do it. 

"Young lady, if you do not pull down those panties this minute, I'm going to make it a lot worse."

Sobbing at full volume, I slowly pulled down my panties, knowing how bad she could make it if I disappointed her.

Mom nodded in approval and pulled me back over her lap. The first spank on the bare had me howling. It was far from my first time at the rodeo, but for some reason I still couldn't believe the pain. I'm sure that it left a bright red oval mark on my butt. I screamed loudly. While I was still processing the pain, the next swat landed and I screamed even louder. It was terrible. She quickly found her rhythm and gave me one hard spank every couple of seconds.



I yelled so loudly and pleaded with her to stop, but she kept spanking. On and on her strict discipline went, ignoring my loud bawling.

She then pulled the same trick that Tom does so often. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more and it was slowing down, she started right back up ... this time on my upper thighs!

I went into absolute hysterics, bawling at the top of my lungs, while she punished that super-sensitive region.

SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT

This phase of the spanking was unbearably bad, I still remember today how miserable I was. Nothing stings and burns as bad as an angry mother slapping your upper thighs over and over with a hairbrush!

Then she gave me at least a dozen more, alternating between butt and thighs, while I just sobbed brokenly over her lap. Of course, when I had no resistance left she stopped punishing me, and instead leaned down and hugged me.

After I had some time to compose myself, she softly touched hair that had fallen on my tear-stained face and said, "I'm sorry I had to do that Katie, but you needed to learn a good lesson about respect. I don't think you'll be rolling your eyes at me again. Do you understand?"

I said "Yes" through my tears and hugged her desperately.

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Tom and I have haven't told anyone in our families about domestic discipline,  But maybe I'll tell my mom. I think she would be supportive of something that had strengthened our marriage so much. She might smile, too, knowing that I still had someone to keep my in line when my bratty side came out :)