The first time that I ever felt my father's belt was when I was about 9 years old. My younger brother and I were watching television when we began to argue about something. I don't recall what it was now. My father heard us and came into the room. I don't know why but I guess he was pissed off at me. He told me to go into the kitchen and take down my pants. I began to cry not knowing what I had done that would bring on a spanking.
My father followed me into the kitchen and when he got there he began to pull his belt from his pants loops. I saw this and cried all the more. As I said I had never been strapped before then. The commotion brought my mother out to the kitchen. I pleaded with her to be let off. She just told me to take what was comming.
By now my sister, who was about 15 at the time, came into the kitchen to see what was up. My father ordered me to take off my pants. As I slowly pulled down my pajama bottoms I prayed that he didn't also want my underwear off too. Then he told me to bend over the chair. I was humiliated, even though he let me keep my underwear on. There I was in just my drawers bent over about to be beaten in front of my mother and sister.
I laid there crying and the next thing I heard was the whistle of the belt as it moved through the air. Then I heard and felt it strike my poor young barely clothed ass. I screamed!! Never had I felt anything so painful. Swish!! and another stroke landed! I cried louder, kicking my legs up and down and trying to clench my ass cheeks. Wooosh!!! a third! Now my butt felt like it was on fire!
I received about 4 or 5 lashes that time. It hurt and was humiliating but after it was over and I was in my room somehow it was also exciting.