spanked2realtears:From a show called Lion Moms. After frequent trips to Singapore, on business trips
spanked2realtears:From a show called Lion Moms. After frequent trips to Singapore, on business trips, our father married one of his *favorite* foreign associates.Our new stepmom proved to be very strict {a blatant understatement} Many times, we forced to hold out our hands for a caning.But “Getting It” was Not just confined to the hands. The *Real* cane made “a real impression” on us, and attributed to some *real* Serious attitude adjustments.Appealing to father, didn’t seem to make much of a difference. And often resulted in having ‘Mother” revisit the “correction”; as she believed we did not fully “benefit” from her prior attempt to correct and be absolutely obedient.We were attending middle school when they were first married; But felt we Needed her *mentoring* until we finally “no longer required” [Her Sole Decision] her “intervention”. And That *intervention* period extended to when we were young adults. That time included our college years [and graduate studies].AND Included One Very Embarrassing Second Holiday Visit. We, my sister and myself had to be admonished at the crowded dinner table [with family friends and a few close relatives] to, “behave like adults” (or Else) several times. Foolishly, we did Not respond [and obey] to mother’s warning, got my sister and myself “asked” to leave the table, and “wait for her” in our respective bedrooms. We slowly climbed the stairs [laughing and joking], but feeling [embarrassingly] like we were still small children.It was over an hour of nervously waiting, that mother came up stairs - She had that *special* cane [the one that wasn’t used for hands. She ordered us to prepare for bed, and to “put on Our pajamas. When we told her [nervously and cautiously] that we did not bring pajamas, she knew exactly where to find *an old pair* for each of us. They were very old and of a markedly *juvenile* style. {I think she originally purchased them in an effort to embarrass us, a long time ago}.They were very “snug” and barely fit. She Made Us Both assume the Familiar position, and completely ignored our pleas, arguments, and appeals.The door was left open, [and we were punished together] which assured that the guests heard the whole punishment [Not like we were ever able to take any of her punishments stoically and quietly}. The house was soon filled with sounds of mother’s lecture with the whippy cane’s counterpoint, closely followed by our accompanying howling, crying and begging.We were marched down stairs, with mom holding That Cane, and ordered to tearfully, apologize and “say Goodnight” to the silent guests.We were made to join some of our relatives for breakfast. Not allowed to change out of the *supplied* pajamas. After that mother decided we still Needed more of a lesson. So immediately, after breakfast, two *adults*, in their old *punishment* pajamas, were made to spend most of day at attention with Noses pressed to the wall in the living room. My sister’s begging to not to be “further humiliated”, was met with our mother applying a solid smack to her bottom, and merely retrieving the dreaded cane. The Message was well taken. And we obeyed the order, made to realize, we were still Not too big/old to be spanked. -- source link