In deep water

I grew up in the 50s, which as we all know was a time when spanking was accepted as the normal and only effective punishment by most parents. Being the only girl in my family, my discipline fell to my mother, while my brothers were spanked by our father.

Most of the time spankings were over the knee and involved either some kind of a paddle, such as a hairbrush, or my mother’s hand. If I had committed the worst of sins in my mother’s eyes – that is, disobedience – I could count on my red, bare bottom being visible to anyone around who cared to see.

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