When you were a child, your Mother's hands meant everything to you.
They held you close to her out in a big world and made you feel safe.
They cradled you when you were a baby, washed your tummy and behind your ears in warm sudsy baths;
But when you were bad, they also spanked your behind.
Those same hands that wiped your tears now took you by the ear, pulled down your pants; exposed your bare bottom and pointed a finger in your face to scold you. But when she took her hand and grabbed you over her knee, the next things you saw - were stars. Cry and holler for mercy until the cows come home, but she would not stop.
Because you were hard headed.
That's called discipline.
I strongly believe when adults break the rules of conduct, that the same strict method applies.
And like your mother, I, as a disciplinarian, understand that spanking discipline is another form of care,
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