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MikeWood
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Date Posted: 07:24:54 04/02/22 Sat
I gave my 12 year old nephew his first strapping last night. While I don’t expect strappings to fully replace hand spankings for him, I think the strap will be very good for him as he moves into his teen years.
Donnie is homeschooled, and had a end-of-module “final exam” yesterday. His mom (my sister) stepped out of the room for a while as he took the exam. When she returned, she found him with the instructor’s notebook open, copying answers from it onto his paper. She terminated the test, sent a text message to me asking if I was available for a discipline session (I was), and brought him here.
When they arrived, I asked her if she wanted to watch, and she said she did. Although I may give future strappings to Donnie down in the barn (where I got mine as a boy), I elected to give this first one here in the house, in the living room. I told Donnie to use the restroom before we started. I got the strap and, when Donnie saw it, he started whimpering and looking plaintively at his mom. She just quietly told him, “Get undressed.” He shuddered and started crying more freely, but did as he was told. My sister looked at me and asked, “Where do you want him?” I indicated the arm of the sofa; she sat on the sofa and motioned for him to bend over the arm. As he bent over across the arm of the sofa with his head and shoulders in her lap, she laid her arms across his upper back and nodded at me to begin. As I picked up the strap, she asked Donnie, “Do you understand why you are being punished?” He nodded and I could hear his weak answer, “Yes ma’am.” She then asked, “Will you ever cheat on a test again?” He sobbed back, “No ma’am. Oh please DON’T!!”
She nodded at me again and pressed down with her arms, securing him in place.
When the first swat of the strap landed across both cheeks, he screamed, “NOOO!!” and kicked his legs. I ordered him to hold still and gave him a second, even harder swat on his left cheek, followed by one on his right cheek. I paused for a moment, then gave the fourth centered again on both cheeks. He sucked in his breath … then just screamed something unintelligible, as I landed the fifth and six swats on his left and right cheeks respectively.
I stopped and put down the strap, and surveyed his bottom. It was the deepest crimson color I have ever seen, and it grew darker every second. He was sobbing uncontrollably, and I saw tears in my sister’s eyes. I sat on the sofa next to her, and put out my hands toward Donnie. She and I lifted him up and I put him on the sofa, on his knees. I hugged and kissed him, my sister did the same, and we both repeatedly told him that we loved him.
It was terrible; it was wonderful; it was … amazing. I understand better now why so many parents here use a strap or belt for their children.
My sister texted me this morning and said that she put Donnie to bed as soon as they got back home, and sat with him, caressing him as he cried himself to sleep. When he got up this morning, his bottom was still deep crimson, and he hugged her and told her he loved her.
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