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Some Stupid Japanese Name
I also don't know how it was in the houses of yours that were spanked, but when I was spanked it was never a slap on the ass and then sent off somewhere. My dad sat me down, explained again why it was done, and comforted me. Spanking was done for correction. Not of anger. The only emotion I could attach to it was regret for fucking up. I didn't think my dad swatted me because he hated me. I didn't think he was a bully pushing a little kid around. I did something rather horrible, I got spanked, it's now over and forgotten. My indiscretion wasn't held over my head. In the above scenario, I'd much rather get a spanking and go do whatever was planned than sit in a room and miss out. But that's just me.
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