#1 is a 3 occasionally spanked at home, sometimes a few smacks on the bottom, other times with my father's belt. I do not remember any spanking from him after I was 8 or 9.
My Irish mother had a hot temper and if irritated, she might take off her shoe, grab my arm and administer enough swats to make me dance and plead. None of us took her spankings seriously, though. She also threw shoes and was accurate enough to gauge the speed you were running up the staircase to calculate the precise moment you would reach a certain stair and could land that shoe between the the upright posts that supported the bannister to deliver a significant smack. I attended Catholic school and was spanked all the way up. When we were very young- 5 , 6, 7, sisters used heavy rulers on our hands; those were very painful and made us dance in the front of the room while she held our wrists and whacked away. Later, those changed to paddlings until I was about 11. But sister never lifted my skirt; our uniforms were blue plaid pleated skirts made of wool, so school spankings did not hurt at that age. but they were pretty embarrassing. There was one sister that favored a white birch pointer, but her spanks never approached the severity of the canings or other punishments I read and write here.
#2 My mother's shoe throwing continued through high school. Her temper never cooled. Since I was the oldest, and there were four other siblings, her aim continued to improve. I do not remember feeling the belt from my father after aged 9 or so. He was more comfortable punishing with restrictions and believed there should be an age limit for physical punishments. By the time I was 12, I was fantasizing about being spanked...
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