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. Then Simon entered the ‘terrible twos’ and we very quickly began to reconsider our views! Public tantrums, biting other children at nursery and throwing food from his plate were just some of the problems we had to contend with. We tried to explain to Simon what was wrong with his behaviour we tried to ignore the naughty behaviour and reward the good we even tried a ‘Supernanny’-style naughty step. We were at our wits’ end with him, when one day he bit Polly’s wrist and she instinctively grabbed him and slapped the back of his thighs three or four times. Immediately following the punishment Polly was utterly distraught – but then, as we saw the improvement it had on Simon’s behaviour in the days that followed, we began to realise that a smacked bottom or legs might be the answer to our prayers.Įven after witnessing this event, I still felt no arousal about spanking. However, a few weeks later I had what can only be described as an awakening. Polly was away for the weekend with an old university friend, and Simon and I were at home alone. He had been acting up all day, clearly taking advantage of Mummy’s absence.
Simon hadn’t been spanked since the incident with Polly a few weeks previously – but when I caught him out of bed and using a kitchen chair to climb onto the worktops, I knew I had to act. I lifted him from the kitchen counter and immediately he began to scream and squirm, and then managed to kick me hard in the stomach. 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.Īs soon as I heard the cracking slap sound of my hand meeting his bot, followed immediately by his deep crying and unsuccessful straining to get up from my lap, it just felt right. It felt so natural, so instinctive to be punishing my boy this way, using the same method that had been used on countless generations of children. I gave Simon another three or four hard smacks, turning his little bare bottom from white to pink.
When I stood him up, I felt my penis hardening at the sight of his bright red face, tears and snot streaming down it, as he cried heartily.