Growing up I got spanked a lot! Firstborn, and born troublemaker combined to keep my behind in constant pain. I used to hate it when my mother (or father) would begin to spank me by saying, "This is going to hurt me, more than it will hurt you..."
Around our house, spanking is a rarity. I yell some - probably more than I should - but we really don't spank much anymore. Saturday though, we were all getting ready to leave, and our wiener dog, Hank Aaron, got out. He went paddling off towards a kid playing basketball, braking and making a fuss. Our son Aaron started chasing after him, which only made things worse. At one point they were almost a block away.
We told Aaron not to chase Hank - but off he ran, and off Hank went. It was really frustrating... I lost my cool a bit and spanked the dog, and actually spanked Aaron too. Nothing huge, just three swats with my bare hand on his behind... Funny thing though:
It hurt me more than it hurt him. No, really, it did. I think the tips of three of my fingers are still bruised...
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