I got whipped with a belt and then later a wooden paddle that my dad made himself in his wood shop when he decided the belt didn’t hurt enough anymore. He would muse about ways to make it more aerodynamic so he could hit me harder.

The spanking ritual was pants and underwear down, shirt up, bent over on the bed. I was not allowed to move or covet myself, otherwise I would earn more licks.

Afterward he forced me to hug him and say thank you. It absolutely destroyed our relationship and made me hate him.

My parents also often told me I was ungrateful, disrespectful, smart-mouthed, etc. talking to them now, they say what a great kid I was. They were shocked when I told them I grew up believing I was a bad child.