When I was seven years old, I got a memorable spanking from Carol, a friend of my mother. She was 25 and beautiful. Carol had a five-year-old daughter, Joanie, with whom I sometimes played.
I loved to play doctor with Joanie and make her bare her bottom to have it ‘examined’, squeezing her cheeks and stuff like that. In many ways it was a harmless children’s game – but Carol didn’t think so one day, when she came behind the shed and found me with a grip on on her daughter’s bare bottom. In fact, there was hell to pay.