The spanking road

When I was about 10 years old, we were on vacation at the Jersey shore for a month. Normally this was a wonderful time for my brother and me, but the first week was rainy and cold and we spent many hours cooped up in an an efficiency apartment with nothing to do but fight, whine and generally display our displeasure at being inside by aggravating our parents.

We grew up in the early 60s and spankings were very much a part of our childhood. Usually they were administered over the knee with the recipient’s pants pulled down and in a firm manner, a parental hand or a hairbrush would deliver a good, old-fashioned, sound spanking.

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