My dad was a spanker, most of the time it was my sisters getting spanked. I would listened to them pleading not to get spanked then the inevitable first smack and their whimpering afterwards would get me so excited. I was able to watch by peeking through the crack of my open door a few times and watch them getting spanked. Their legs twisting around, being held down by my dads leg sometimes, the redness of their rears. Great times listening to them.