When I'd done something really
naughty, I had to bare my bottom in the living room. This was even more embarrassing than my bedroom-spankings: it didn't matter who was there, Mommy would make me take my panties down and present my naked cheeks for punishment. I never dared to argue, because then Daddy would spank me with his razor strap (and that
was indescribably painful). I can't describe how humiliating it was, bending over the sofa in front of my entire family with my knickers lowered to my thighs.
Mommy always used the hairbrush for more serious offenses, "polishing" my bottom over and over until I was shrieking with shame and agony. After the first three minutes, it hurt so much I thought couldn't stand it another second, but it always went on until Mom decided I'd had enough. When it was over, I'd run upstairs and lock myself in my bedroom, crying into my pillow like a six year old. I usually slept on my tummy for the next few days until the bright red blush faded. As you can imagine, sitting down was murder, especially when I went to school the next day. Hard wooden seats are torture on a well-smacked bottom