I once asked a therapist, “Do I need to have my behavior corrected?”
Luckily she had a solid wooden straight backed chair.
She grabbed it then had me approach her as she sat on it. She ordered me, “Unzip your pants and let them drop!”
I did, then she grabbed my arm and pulled me over to her, putting me over her thighs. She released my arm which along with my other, went to the floor to support me hanging across her lap.
I felt her hand slip under the waistband of my tighty whites. She forcefully yanked them down, baring my buttocks.
Then it started. Repeated high lifted hand, brought down firmly and literally “ soundly” on my milky white buttocks!
I forget when I stopped counting the hits. I do remember too, the hits were coming faster and faster. My buttocks were stinging and now sore as she continued spanking me.
She wasn’t big on conversation , but did admonish me, saying, “You’re getting corrected and Yes You need correcting!”
When she finally stopped. She had me stand up. She got off the chair and told me to stand and bend over the back of the chair and took a picture of my “ corrected behavior”, my bottom. Crimson !