I pulled a lot of crap on my parents when I was a kid, the same stuff that got all of my friends a good butt warming. But my parents, aside from the occasional slap across the face from my mother for being mouthy, never used corporal punishment.
Later in my adulthood I got to thinking about everything I got away with in my youth, and began to wonder if my never being spanked had the reverse effect on me. I finally decided that I needed to have the experience of having an angry father do what should have been done a long time ago.
I did some research, and eventually contacted a man who was willing to give me what I needed. We met, and I agreed to submit to whatever punishment he felt was due a young man who deserved it.
He began by telling me how disappointed he was in my behavior, and that I was going to get a good, long spanking. He sat in a chair and drew me across his lap. He spanked my bottom for a while, and then had me stand in a corner to think about all the things I had done. The he called me back over to him, where he lowered my pants and underwear. Back across his knee, the spanks came hard and fast on my bare bottom. Then, with my clothing down around my ankles, I spent more time in the corner.
He finally told me to lay down on the bed, and a judicious application of his leather belt was applied to my bare bottom. Through my tears I confessed that I was wrong to do all the things I had done, and I was forgiven.
I have to say that this scenario accomplished exactly what I wanted it to. Although it was a wholly unpleasant experience, I no longer feel that I got away with all that I did as a kid without receiving the punishment I was due … though it was several decades late.
Yeah. It was a dangerous thing to do, and it sure could have gotten out of hand in a hurry. Still, I don't regret having finally come to grips with what I felt was a major deficiency in my rearing. I'm really glad that I decided to “punish myself” in this manner.