When I was 12 and my sister about 14, my parents separated and my mother’s natural tendencies became apparent: she was pro corporal punishment, and whereas my father had kept her from exercising her faculty for punishment, she was now on her own with us to spank as she pleased.
It started off with mundane normality – we were told spankings might be given and we each got five or ten smacks through our panties from time to time. My mother’s appetite was not so easily appeased, however. Soon we were bare-bottomed, the number of smacks rose quickly to 20 and on occasions, a wooden spoon was produced.