PA Reb
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Yep, I was spanked mainly by my dad when I deserved it and I deserved it alot when I was a kid. My dad passed away when I was twenty nine but he taught me some very valuable life lessons before he did that I will always be thankful to him for. Thanks Pop, I love and miss you alot!
I remember a time when I was a senior in high school. I had a wood shop teacher who was in charge for a study hall period. This guy came up to about my shoulders and really didn't scare me at all. I constantly went into the class after the buzzer because after all, I was a big shot senior and the teacher was just a runt of a guy and no one was telling me what I can and can't do. One day he said to me "if you come in here late tomorrow, you and I are going over to the wood shop." The next day, probably because I was so defiant, I went in after the late buzzer. George immediately called me out of the room and took me across the hall to the wood shop. He told me to take my wallet out of my back pocket and bend over one of the tables. He then, without hesitation, cracked me across the butt with one of the boards he found laying around. It literally brought tears to my eyes although I refused to let him see that it bothered me.
Jump ahead years later and I'm married with kids of my own. George is now retired but he is in charge of the local Little League Baseball and manages the team one of my kids are on. I still tower over him and weigh nearly twice what he does BUT, I respected him very much. We always joked about the day in the wood shop and I'd ask him jokingly if he'd like to try that again! It always ended in a good laugh.
Sorry for the long rant but I'm all for a good swat across the butt when its needed. It taught me humiliation and respect and I will always be thankful for the people in my past that put me on the right path!
I remember a time when I was a senior in high school. I had a wood shop teacher who was in charge for a study hall period. This guy came up to about my shoulders and really didn't scare me at all. I constantly went into the class after the buzzer because after all, I was a big shot senior and the teacher was just a runt of a guy and no one was telling me what I can and can't do. One day he said to me "if you come in here late tomorrow, you and I are going over to the wood shop." The next day, probably because I was so defiant, I went in after the late buzzer. George immediately called me out of the room and took me across the hall to the wood shop. He told me to take my wallet out of my back pocket and bend over one of the tables. He then, without hesitation, cracked me across the butt with one of the boards he found laying around. It literally brought tears to my eyes although I refused to let him see that it bothered me.
Jump ahead years later and I'm married with kids of my own. George is now retired but he is in charge of the local Little League Baseball and manages the team one of my kids are on. I still tower over him and weigh nearly twice what he does BUT, I respected him very much. We always joked about the day in the wood shop and I'd ask him jokingly if he'd like to try that again! It always ended in a good laugh.
Sorry for the long rant but I'm all for a good swat across the butt when its needed. It taught me humiliation and respect and I will always be thankful for the people in my past that put me on the right path!