My mother believed in strict discipline and I received many a spanking, usually across her lap with my jeans pulled down and right on my underpants with her bare hand. If I had a babysitter, which wasn’t very often, they were always instructed to spank me if I needed it. However, they never spanked me, except for this one time.
I was 10 years old and my mother had given her usual instructions, “Give Robert a good spanking if he needs it. And don’t be afraid to take his pants down so he really feels it.” It was always embarrassing to hear that but I figured everything would be OK after she left. I always got along well with the babysitters.