My Dad used his razor strop, so I was usually the winner of the the most blisterd, striped and welted behind! He knew his place. But, he was not done. And we too compared our sorry, beet red asses! His father was a fervent advocate of corporal punishment; the influence of a small church he followed religiously.
Behind the closed doors he could still hear the chopping knife on the cutting board, but Ashley's cries had subsided.
‘belt spanking’ stories
Dad always did what he thought was right. At no time was I nervous. Or picked them up drunk. The boy kicked out in fury and caught Handsson squarely on the chest. I don't like seeing you mad at me.