Spanked throughout my Teenage Years by a Strict mother by Alasandra

My mother raised me growing up. She was very strict I can't even count the times she would say "Spare the rod, spoil the child". Corporal Punishment was very hard and I can't remember any time that either I or my younger sister didn't cry when she spanked us. It was almost always on the bare.

For something minor you'd have to go to your bedroom and wait. You always hoped that she would come in empty handed but more often than not she had either a belt or hair brush in her hand but even a hand spanking was painful. She'd sit on the side of the bed and bring you over her lap and lock her legs around yours. My mother is very strong and there was no getting away. She always started out on the left cheek. She'd never tell you how many you were going to get but when she switched to the right cheek you knew that your spanking was half way over. I can't remember a time when I wasn't crying at the switch. And almost as bad as the spanking she lectured you through the entire punishment. If she asked you a question during the spanking you'd damn better answer it to her satisfaction. 

When the hairbrush was used it was the same deal. Oh god how I hated that big wooden brush. You never got less than 50 swats and you were never not crying after 10-12. It was terrible, panties down at my ankles, legs locked in place. She loved to spank where  your butt ended and your thighs started right where you'd be sitting the next day and right on the most tender part of  your ass. That was where she started and often ended a spanking.

When she would walk into your room with the belt, sometimes I would start crying right then because she kept dads old belt (he left us when I was ten) and it was leather and it was thick. You had to take off your pants or dress and completely remove your panties and bend over the back of the bed. The bed was high and until I was about 15 my feet just barely would touch the ground. Hands went behind your head and you'd better not remove them for the duration of the spanking. She could swing that belt hard and I usually cried the whole way though. After the 5-6 stroke I was usually crying uncontrollably. It would wrap around my entire ass and if I moved it was liable to hit my pussy. That was the absolute worst. She said she never aimed there but if I started moving a lot the belt would always find that tender area.

The cane was the absolute worst. For the Cane you had to strip naked and go down to the basement and wait. 14 stairs down to the basement floor and in the far end was a old saw horse you had to bend over. Until I was about 11 it was a switch, which hurt bad enough but the preacher gave her a cane (no telling where that sick old fuck got it) and from then on she used it on our poor defenseless bare bottoms. Usually it was 12-18 swats but when I wrecked her car when I was 15, I got thirty and she tied me to that damn saw horse. Then for "taking the lord's name in vain" she came back (twenty minutes later) I was tied to the saw horse the whole time) with the belt and gave me 30 more. I couldn't go to school the next day, I could barely walk.

Is it any surprise that I moved out when I was 17?