Mom gets a paddle

I am the younger of two children and we grew up in a small town in Georgia during the 1980s. Our parents were firm believers in spankings for naughty kids. These were always administered by Mom for some reason and were both painful and instructive, as indeed they were meant to be.

When we were little, we got the traditional kind of spanking for little kids, bare bottomed over Mom’s knee and feeling the sting of a firm hand hardened by plenty of housework. However, when my big brother reached eight and I was six, Mom decided we needed something more serious to keep us in line and she bought a spanking paddle she found in a local thrift store.

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