Waiting my turn

I am the third of three brothers. We were brought up in the 50s, when spanking was very commonplace. Every friend I had was also spanked. We used to exchange horror stories with each other.

I remember one day when my brothers and I all got spanked. I don’t remember exactly what we did, but my mother had had enough. She told us to stand outside her bedroom door. We knew we were in for it.

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