I've often wondered what other parents' moods were, while giving a spanking. My mom always did the spanking (we always called it a whipping), and she never did it in a "fit-of-rage". She just decided that I had reached certain limits, and was sent to the basement, or sometimes my room, to receive a good whipping. She came to the "scene", with either a strap or green/husky switches. My pants and underpants came down, and while bent-over, was calmly, but severely administered a very severe whipping to my bare butt. When it was finally over, she usually would hug me and tell me she loved me. Of course, in those days I didn't like what I got, but it did have a strange and satisfying after-feeling. I know that I did masturbate, as soon as I had a chance to, afterwards.Later in life, and to this day, I still love a good, bare-butt whipping. There's just something about that feeling across my butt that has that strange and satisfying feeling. Since I'm with no-one that is a signifigant-other, I do this myself. I don't feel like a punishment is necessary, I just like that feeling on my butt.I was always thankful that my mother was not giving me the whipping in a fit of rage, but rather calmly, and like it was just a necessary thing to do. Wonder how many were administered spankings, during a parent's "temper-tantrum"?