In the 1970s and 1980s my met my dad's belt quite often. Sometimes it was with the hairbrush. My backside had a difficult childhood! Do not get me wrong. I loved my dad. He was very good to me in many ways. Still, I hate what my bottom went through. I doubt that it made me a better person. Still, I would like to see what others have to say about this and keep an open mind.
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