As a child, I was often taken across my mother’s knee for a spanking. It was the natural consequence of being naughty. When very young, I was spanked with her hand on my bare bottom but, as my age moved into double figures, things changed and I got it on the panties – with her hairbrush.
The procedure was always the same. I’d be led up to mum’s bedroom and she would sit on a straight-backed chair while she explained to me exactly why I was going to be spanked. She would reach under my skirt, slip my panties down to my knees and place me gently over her knee.