Growing up in the 60s, in my neighbourhood spankings were very common. One stands out in my mind very well, probably because it was the worst I had ever gotten. I was 14 and it all started at school.

At school I had smart mouthed a teacher and when she sent me to the office quickly, I cut school. I did not make a big deal when I got home and I kept it quiet – which was hard to do in a family with 10 kids. That night, the phone rang and my mother told that tomorrow, my butt was going to be bright red. I knew what she meant and in my family, you didn’t get your spanking until the day after – you got time to think it over.

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