Firmly say no. Give a short, clear response to them in a stern voice. For example, "We do not throw snowballs at people's faces." These stories show disciplinary actions, some written from afather's perspective. When I posted this writing on alt.sex.spanking,one reader bristled, assuming (incorrectly) that an actual father wasdescribing actual actions carried out. This is fantasy. Removal of privileges. For example, if your child keeps pushing people while playing, take the toy away for now and tell them why. Time outs. A time out should last roughly 1 minute for each year of age (e.g. 2-minute time outs for a 2-year-old).

The whole time I was drinking daddy was reminding me of what a big baby I was, drinking from a bottle, and getting my lunch all over me, just like a messy baby would. I didn’t think my face could get any redder. My ass hurt so bad after and when he was done, he held me and laid me down and told me he loved me and rubbed my ass for a while after.

My what a red red bum my baby has, only bad babies have red bums like that!” he said. I had my eyes closed as I cried in pain, and I could feel daddy undoing my arms from above my head. I was amazed. I had been spanked by my parents and my aunt before, but those spankings were always done in private. I had never seen or imagined a grown-up giving a child an over-the-knee spanking in a public setting like that. Although there was no-one else using the playground at the time, I’m sure that people driving by on the road must have noticed. Now be a good girl and just relax for daddy. You want to show daddy that you want to be his good little baby girl don’t you?” Daddy asked me, again a bit of warning in his voice. When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day.

That’s right” he said softly, and I felt his finger go into my bum, only soon I realized… that wasn’t his finger, because it kept going in and in. I tensed up again and again daddy slapped my bottom. I cried out from the pain, but got no sympathy. Daddy doesn’t want to hear you complain. This is your lunch. Baby food for a big baby. Now eat it all up or daddy will have to get some prunes for you as well.” After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!” I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart. She's required to keep her crotch bare - completely without hair -and I find this makes the area more tender and hence makes the beltvery effective.

We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I finished all that was in the bowl. I assumed daddy was going to wipe my face off, but instead he put the bowl down and proceeded to put the bottle in my mouth.

I saw red. Before I had time to even think about what I was doing, I had sat down on the kitchen chair, lowered my son’s pyjama trousers and flipped him over my lap. Obviously, up until this point Simon had no experience of this type of formal punishment but he still could sense the trouble he was in and was already wriggling around, trying to get up from the confusing and frightening position in which he found himself. I simply wrapped my left hand around his slim waist, raised my right hand and brought it down hard on his little bottom. My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie. I remember a serious strapping my sis took from Dad in seventh grade when she was caught with cigarettes. Both my parents’ fathers had had serious health issues related to smoking and it was one thing for which my parents had zero tolerance. When Mom found the cigarettes, she paddled my sister in front of the rest of us and left her standing in the corner with her red bottom showing until Dad came home. Now is my baby ready to be a good girl for daddy?” daddy whispered in my ear as his hand not so gently rubbbed my bum. When Dad came in, Mom briefed him on the incident. You could see the colour come to his face – but, to his credit, he waited about 15 minutes before he sent my little brother up to their room to tell his sibling to come down ‘and tell him to bring the strap’.

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I tried to apologize through my paci, “please daddy I’m sorry, please….” I didn’t know what was going to happen, but no one likes the thought of punishment.

This was a big deal, needless to say, and there was an after-school conference with the moms and the principal (a nun). The upshot was that the three of them were given two Saturdays of detention, which meant a half day of tasks like cleaning classrooms and doing yard work around the school. However, that was the least of my brother’s worries. After a spanking like that, I think you need to stand in the corner and think about why you were spanked.” Daddy said as he stood me up and led me to the corner. “Now you stay in this corner, hands at your sides, and think about what a bad bad baby you have been. And how you are going to be a good girl from now on.”not as lame as it sounds) Language: English Words: 17,420 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 24 Kudos: 64 Bookmarks: 7 Hits: 2,885 Simon was around two and a half when he first felt my hand across his bottom. My wife Polly and I had agreed prior to his birth (with that characteristic naive optimism of first-time parents) that spanking was old-fashioned and unnecessary; in fact, frankly, we felt that it was cruel and barbaric. He kept spanking me, over and over, until I had tears streaming down my face and was pleading with him through the paci to stop. My nose was running and I could feel it down my chin mixing with my tears. At this point I had stopped struggling with him, I didn’t have any energy left.