I was spanked with her hair brush no more than a half a dozen times prior to the age of 10. My single mother made the tactical error once of telling me that this was going to be more hurtful to her than to me. Hah, not likely, I thought to myself. From then on, I always made a point of bawling excessively and swinging my arms and legs when when forced to submit to the brush while spread accross her lap. This usually was followed by a hug and regrets from both parties. At ten, I came out of the closet as a smoker and we would share several of her Pall Malls as we calmly discussed whatever the trespass had been. At the end of the lecture and requisite apologies, we would embrace and life would go on. If either one of us had known how agreeable our smoky interludes were, I probably would have been encouraged to start as an infant. The native Americans certainly knew what they were doing.
When I was fourteen, something totally unexpected happened and, to this day, I can't remember what provoked it. I was in my room. She burst through the doorway and laid a high energy verbal assault on me. When she was finished, I said something and was immediately bitched-slapped. I threw her onto the bed and stormed out. I could hear her crying and I returned to my room. The sobs were heart-wrenching and I laid down next to her in a spooning position. I pulled her in tightly and tried to comfort her but she kept on crying while trying to explain her grievence.
Things were never the same after that. Her crying fit marked the end of her dominance and she became the submissive in our relationship. The maternal love thing got morphed into a conjugal configuation. Within several weeks I was sleeping in her bed. I liked this arrangement but it caused some problems after I got my license and starting bringing girls around to meet Mom. Everything was tragically resolved when she died of cancer when I was wighteen. Most people attributed her death to smoking. She did push the limits of a normal consumption profile both in ppd's and a high absorbtion style.
I have often wondered if she staged that bedroom brawl to lay the groundwork for what followed. But back to the point of this thread. I think maternal spanking correlates more to income and education levels. Judging from my friends' experiences, I think that paternal spanking probably has roots in generational customs.
