I grew up in the early 60s when it was perfectly acceptable to give a naughty child a good spanking. Many of my friends regularly reported one. However, I was raised by a busy single parent who did not spank. Because of that, I felt that I could get away with just about anything.
More than once, one of my mothers friends would be over and I’d be acting up and hear ‘what you need is a good spanking’ or ‘I should take you across my knee’. I’d be a little embarrassed but quickly laugh it off, and go on to something else. Little did I know that one of these women, my mother’s best friend Cynthia, would get her chance.