I must have been 10, maybe 11. The age when boys are just naturally mischievous. I'm sure I must have done something severe enough to warrant a good spanking. Although I can't quite remember what.
My Dad called me into his room for a spanking. He made me pull my pants down and lean over the side of the bed, bare butt and all. He had a belt. He began to spank me. But it wasn't quite hard enough to even hurt...
I busted up laughing...
"Get out of here!" He directed.
I pulled my pants up and left the room, still giggling.
Dad never attempted to punish me with a good spanking again.
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