I was immensely frustrated and angry when I realized that my dad could turn anything into a sin simply by forbidding it, and he often did. I have come to understand that being raised strictly is not something for which I should feel any sense of shame. They got angry when I was secretive and moody and I flinched when they came up too suddenly behind me. And father add: „You will get dry in half an hour during walking, be quick about it, you have detained us enough.

We would all often scatter after the church service, finding nooks and crannies to play in while our mother talked with the pastor. The only conclusion that a reasonable person can draw is plain and simple, they didn’t love me, they never will, for all practical purposes I consider myself an orphan.

Indeed, he was of the school of thought who believed a sound caning should be used as a first resort to deal with wrongdoing. I was a sinful, disgusting, gross freak, and maybe even a pedophile because it only turned me on when the person had no choice and all of the “adult spankings” I could Google were fun and flirty. For a while she kept a horse whip in the house and pulled it out for behaviours she considered particularly offensive.

She is sure not to slam it because that would indicate anger and spanking a child when angry would be abuse. For, I spent rather more time than he liked in snooker halls, playing the game for money against many of the town’s more ruffian elements. You knew when you went riding in that car that you were disobeying my rule about not accepting rides from other kids unless I approved in advance. Even when I married, I took my petties with me, accustomed to the secure and familiar feeling of soft cotton wrapped around my legs.It worked very well, experience was horrible enough for me so parents had no reason for my punishment more then 3 months. Though Dad slowly relented on parts of the family dress code, permitting his daughters to wear slacks, pajamas, and modified swimsuits, I had already absorbed the modesty mantra into the warp and woof of my being. But there are things I’ll always remember, like the plastic black spatula my mother used (and broke in a fit of rage one night when she walked in, slammed it up against the dresser, and yelled at us). One time at my grandparents home I was dressed as a waitress to serve drinks and snacks to a few of his very close friends while they watched an important football game. I think he went with a board instead of the rod prescribed by Proverbs because it seemed to be in the spirit of the law and more merciful.

I just thought of it as another aspect of my weirdness, I never fit in with the pure sweet little homeschool girls, so another level of “Polly is a weird one” was expected. HA note: Jerusha’s story originally appeared on her blog on October 8, 2014 and is reprinted with permission. I wanted to discuss spankings for hours with my friends, but they didn’t have the same response as me. Ultimately, "you want the child to do what is right because it is right, not because you're going to get hit if you don't," Grissom said. After that, we went through a series of objects, such as arrows with the tips taken off (those shattered too easily and weren’t cost-effective) until they settled on a fiberglass rod that one of my brothers found somewhere that was about 30” long and 1/2” in diameter.

My aunt got wind where she had been and Ann told her she had laid in some weeds cause we told her too. I had worked so hard to become a competent homemaker and learn to be a proper submissive woman only to find I would still be hit if I had an opinion. My early childhood memories are a strange jumble and sometimes I wonder if I’ve really remembered everything correctly. On the contrary, I believe that the maturity and self-confidence that I project is a direct product of living in a family that set high standards of conduct and performance, promoted responsibility and helped us to achieve. But it was the cheeks at the opposite end of my anatomy that had all my attention and those cheeks were blazing.