Because  when I stop, at the first sign of tears, this is not how lessons are learned. when I spank you with just my hand, it only leaves a warm glow, which quickly turns into feelings of pleasure, this is not how lessons are learned. when you are spanked, in a position of comfort, you are not actively engaged in the process, this is not how lessons are learned. when you are allowed to keep your clothing, you are more comfortable and less embarrassed, this is not how lessons are learned. when you have a say in the implement selection, or how many you will be receiving, this is not how lessons are learned. when corner time is comfortable and easy, this is not how lessons are learned. when you are allowed to move out of position, or put your hands in the way, without additional consequences, this is not how lessons are learned. when you are not spanked, on the spot, regardless of the location, because other people are present, this is not how lessons are learned. when the spanking is delayed, as a result of your bottom being too bruised, this is not how lessons are learned. when you are spanked in a manner in which you do not feel it the next day, this is not how lessons are learned. when you talk your way out of a paddling, and promise to be good, this is not how lessons are learned. when I do not give it my all, as I am too busy to properly punish you, this is not how lessons are learned. when I spank you, just because I feel like it, when you have not earned it, this is not how lessons are learned. when I overlook a behavior, one that we both know you are working to improve on, and there are no consequences, this is not how lessons are learned.  when the lecture takes place, with you fully naked, bent over with your bottom cheeks spread, this is how lessons are learned. when I use the paddle, when maybe the belt would be enough, this is how lessons are learned. when the first sign of tears, marks the beginning of the punishment, this is how lessons are learned. when you are spanked, fifteen minutes after your last spanking, because your behavior requires it, this is how lessons are learned. when you are required to kneel on the bricks, so your bottom can cool down and the endorphins clear, so we can start again this is how lessons are learned. when that butt plug I hand you, seems impossibly large, but you will be inserting it anyway, this is how lessons are learned. when the hairbrush, focuses only on the sit spot, this is how lessons are learned. when we spend the afternoon in the garage, creating the large school paddle together, that will be used on you the moment we are done, this is how lessons are learned. when a trip to the  family restroom  in the mall is mandatory at that very moment in time, this is how lessons are learned. when you are sent outside, fully naked, to pick three different switches to be used on your bottom and thighs, this is how lessons are learned. when there is that one thing, the one thing you are never to do, and the spanking continues until the tears stop, this is how lessons are learned. when sitting seems impossible and I choose the table with the wooden chairs, and not the booth that was offered, this is how lessons are learned. when I answer the phone, and tell you friend that you will have to call her later, as you are about to be spanked, this is how lessons are learned. when you grab your ankles, and present your bare bottom for 50 with my paddle, this is how lessons are learned. when you have a spanking fetish, but never want to experience THAT spanking again, and will be on your best behavior as a result, this is how lessons are learned. when you have to wear pants, instead of shorts, as you would not hold still for your spanking and your thighs were included as a result, this is how lessons are learned. when I am consistent and unwavering when addressing your behavior, this is how lessons are learned. when I care enough to correct your behavior, regardless of what I am doing at the time, this is how lessons are learned.