I grew up in the usual middle-class suburban family. I had two siblings.
My father very rarely spanked us, and when he did you barely felt it. My mother, on the other hand, was quite a different proposition – I remember one time in particular.
I was seven, and had to go grocery shopping. I never enjoyed this and almost always irritated mom. But this time in particular, I was even worse and she was in a very bad mood.
I kept hounding her, repeatedly asking when we were going to go, telling her that I wanted to leave. Demanding that we leave!
Soon, I saw that all too familiar expression come across her face as she lifted me up, swiftly removing my pants and then my panties, and really laid into my behind.
I tried to wiggle away, but to no avail. I was so embarrassed – spanked in front of everyone! Mom kept slapping my behind until I cried hard, really regretting my actions.
Finally, though it seemed like forever, she pulled up my panties and then my pants, and put me back on the floor.
I had nothing to say for the rest of the time and this incident never happened again, as I never misbehaved again in the grocery store!