This is a story about a spanking I had when I was around 14 years old. My parents decided to send me to my grandmother’s house for a week during summer vacation. They thought I needed to spend time with her, and that I needed to get out of town. I was totally against the idea.
After I arrived at her house, the first two days or so went pretty well. We talked a lot, played games, watched TV and a lot of other things. She also told me her rules around the house – they seemed pretty reasonable and self explanatory, so she probably wouldn’t have expected me to act bad, since I was a pretty good kid.