Teaching my Mom

My mother decided when I was eleven that I was too old for spanking. At first my reaction to this was that it was great because punishment would get easier, such as grounding or loss of privileges. Sure, the punishments were easier, but I found myself feeling uneasy about the things I did wrong even after the punishment was over. Not all kids are like I was. I was always filled with a huge feeling of guilt after I did something that displeased my mother. My father wasn’t in the picture in case you’re wondering. So now my mother had stopped spanking me as punishment, but it seemed other punishments weren’t enough to keep away the guilt.

I finally decided to ask my mother why she had stopped spanking me. She told me there were two reasons. One of the reasons was modesty and the other was that spanking was no longer useful, as she didn’t see that it was hurting my bottom as much as it used to. Now that I am older I can see that the real reason was because everyone else with a child my age had stopped using spanking, but she didn’t want to tell me that because she was always against following the crowd and it would make her look as if she were following the crowd. Due to neither of her reasons being sensible, I decided to debate her reasoning. I didn’t like back talking my mother, but in this case I felt it was absolutely needed.

I decided to tackle the idea that spanking no longer hurt enough first. A spanking for me had always been 3 or 4 paddle licks on my bare bottom, until I got to the age of 10. At that point my mom decided to leave up my underwear, I guess for reasons of modesty again. One could argue that using the same implement with the same amount of licks is great for creating structure, but the downside is that my body had gotten stronger. Not to mention the fact that leaving up my underwear made the pain even less severe than it was when they were down. I remember the first thing that came out of my mouth was that of course it wasn’t going to hurt as much as I got older if the spanking was kept at the same severity all my years. And actually the severity had become less since she started leaving up my underwear. So I suggested why not try more licks. She then said that she feared I could get hurt too much and said that now that I was at the age where my underwear needed to be left up it wasn’t possible to tell when I had had enough by how red my bottom was.

She couldn’t have argued it any more perfect. The way she ended the sentence was the perfect way for me to put in the next debate, which was why did my underwear need to be left up. She said she figured it would be overly humiliating at my age for her to see me naked. I told her that this really didn’t make any sense. One reason was that she was my mother and she had seen me naked more times than I could count and even after I turned ten and she stopped spanking me bare bottom there were still a few times when she saw me naked. The second point was that if the spanking was hard enough I wouldn’t think about embarrassment very much, if at all because I would be thinking more about the pain in my bottom.

Finally, she agreed that perhaps my suggestions would work better. The next time I got in trouble she bared my bottom for 8 licks. It was definitely better than being grounded because I didn’t think about the guilt so much and after it was over I felt free of the guilt. We agreed that spanking would be used until I was no longer in her house. It worked still no matter how old I got because the older I got the harder the spanking got. Some people are against spanking teenagers, but I think for me it was the only way I could live a happy, guilt-free life.