I was often spanked as a young boy, from the age of four up until I was 13. These spankings were always administered by my mother over her knee and on the bare bottom. One punishment in particular sticks in my memory, and taught me that lying to my mother was not a good idea!
It had been a particularly hot summer, 1976, and I was seven. My friend Mark and I were always planning new adventures for our school holidays and this particular day, Mark decided that we should go ‘pirate’ hunting at the local river which was very polluted and ran through the local church grounds. Of course, our mothers had many times forbidden us to go there but we told them we were off to play football with friends and made for the river.