First Belt Spanking

My dad taught me at age five the consequences of disodeince and from that point on, I was a believer.  Do what dad says or get put in a situation that will be very sorry you got into.  Here's the real story:

I got on my bike when I was five and started down the driveway and mom yelled at me to stop; I didn't.  She said "I'm going to tell dad if you don't come back and he'll give you a  spanking".  I yelled back "dad won't spank me" and rode off.  I'd never had a good belt spanking yet, so I didn't quite understand.

When I returned, my dad calle me into the back yard.  He had a think leather belt folded over in his hand and said "so you thought I wouldn't spank you?".  He set out to prove otherwise; he had a point to prove.

He grabbed my left arm and with the belt folded in half in his right arm, he lifted his right arm high into the air.  The belt swung even higher into the air, and then he began the swing downward and I could hear the belt swooshing through the air.

Then the first swat made contact, hitting it's mark perfectly.  I immediately screamed out and began crying as the sting from the belt shot throughout my entire body.  I couldn't concieve of anything more painful or unpleasant.  And before I was able to even comprehend the impact of that first swat - the second swat arrived.  Again, I screamed out and cried harder, and began trying to get away from my dad's grip.  And before I could realize that getting away was not possilbe, the third swat hit.  And then the fourth, fifth, sixth and on and on and on.

In trying to get away from him, it created a little circle dance between me and dad.  He stood in the middle swinging the belt and I would try to get away.  I had one hand free, but if I tried to block my butt, the belt on my hand hurt worse.

With this spanking style, the arm gets a very long swing behind the swat, putting much more force into it.  And my dad was an expert at it.  He hit the target over and over and over.

By the tenth swat or so, I realized that I was in a situation that I never ever wanted to be in again if I could possibly avoid it.  I begged him to stop over and over.  But he had a point to prove, and he made it very well.  He gave me at least 50 swats like that.  I had huge red welts all over my ass, even though I had my jeans and underwear on.

From that point on, my dad had my complete respect and obedience.  It kept me out of all sorts of trouble later.  For some reason, spankings sexually excited me at puberty, and I've thought back to that spanking many times.  And it always arouses me.