Hard to swallow

I was adopted at an early age by my aunt, who came from Scotland. She emigrated with a view of furthering her education and eventually became a school teacher. My mother, her sister, was unable to raise me as her own and as a result I had the fortunate opportunity to grow up in a cultured and very loving environment.

My aunt was a very patient lady. However, she recognised that I needed discipline, which at times included the application of a spanking on my bare behind. There was nothing unusual in the spankings, which were given by hand, except the way in which I incurred her wrath.