Jumping on the bed

I clearly remember my very first spanking, at age seven, as if it were yesterday. I grew up in the 1960s, and my best friend Sharon Schaffer and her mom lived in the basement apartment next door.

Sharon’s father had been killed in the war and her mom had to work two jobs to support them. Needless to say, her mom was short on temper most of the time. Every day after school, I would stop home and then ask permission to go over to Sharon’s to do homework.

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