In childhood and adolescence, I was punished with spanking. I often expected punishment when my mother found out about my offenses. My mom first spoke to me and I wasn't sure if she would end up with a warning or a spanking. If mom decided to apply corporal punishment, she was done as quickly as possible.
In other children, mothers often decided that the child would be spanked, and their father punished them when he came home from work. It was never like this in my home. If my mother decided to get spanked, she told me to bare my buttocks. Then I had to take a spanking position and the punishment began
However, I remember the growing fear of talking to my mother. I was wondering if it would end up with words this time. When my mom decided I was going to get spanked, nothing could change her mind. The worst part was getting ready for the spanking when I knew that a painful parenting procedure would be ahead of me in a moment.
When my mother came to the room for an interview, she would often bring a belt which I was punished with. More than once, however, she brought him to scare me. I've learned to pay attention to what my mom is wearing. When she was about to give me a spanking, she put on pants (it was more convenient for her to take me over the knee).
Only once did I get it wrong. I was shopping with my mom and I deserved a punishment. Mom was wearing a skirt and it was quite a distance home. My mother followed me to her friend's apartment. To my embarrassment, she asked this woman if she could give me a spanking in her apartment. This woman agreed, luckily she left the room where it was supposed to take place.
I was hoping my mom was just trying to scare me. To my surprise, my mom pulled her skirt up and said, "I pulled my skirt up, and you lower your pants and panties down." After a while I was lying with my ass bare on my mother's left thigh. My mother pressed my right thigh against my legs. In this position I was like in a vice. I remember being very ashamed then because that woman heard my screams of pain.