As I had wrote about earlier, my family was very religious and had a set routine when my sisters or I needed a spanking. My grandpa, on the other hand, while a regular church goer wasn’t nearly as religious but a firm believer in spanking naughty children. Prior to this incident, my sisters and I had our bottoms warmed by him a time or two each, but this memory is from when I was 11. My grandpa lived on several acres of land. The back of the land, while very pretty, backed up to some public hunting ground. In the

I grew up in a very religious home with two sisters. We were the family that went to church each Sunday and participated in the Wednesday church activities. My parents were both involved in the church and my father would become an elder in the church. We were always expected to talk the talk and walk the walk especially when in public as the perfect Christian family. If we dared misbehave or go astray of the expectations, my parents were very quick to teach you a lesson via your bottom. My sisters and I were no strangers to spankings. They