I was brought up in a very middle-class family in Surrey, England in the 1960s and my parents were, to put it mildly, very conservative and maybe slightly behind the progressive times of that era.
That being the case, it’s hardly a surprise that they were firm believers in the value of corporal punishment for their children. My younger brother Dominic and I were regularly ‘customers’ for a smacked bottom from our mother when we were little boys. This was given in the traditional manner, over her knee with our underpants at our ankles.