My Thoughts on Spanking

Answering a question posed by Rhada and Sunshine4Life.

I was spanked as a child. I had one of those wooden back scratchers -- with an indian head design on the scratching portion -- used on me. I can still envision that indian head with its insidious smile. It finally got broken spanking me one time. I was partially raised by my aunts, and they, along with my mom, wholeheartedly believed in spanking. As the recipient of the spankings, I didn't.

I can never say never of course. Perhaps a couple of years from now, one frustrating afternoon when Mina finally gets on my last nerve, I may take a swipe at her butt. What I plan to keep in mind though, is how young and helpless I felt being spanked as a child. How terrorized. Because the spankings usually happened when the spanker was angry at me. I hope I have the resolve never to resort to the same angry spankings I received. I know I turned out well, and I don't hold a grudge against my mom and aunts for spanking me; it was what was done in the family. But I can't quite stand the thought of spanking my little girl.

So in summary, my plan is to spare the rod right now.