When I was growing up, my parents firmly believed in the benefits of a spanking for naughty boys – and I got my share. Usually they were from Mom but sometimes from Dad, and they were all administered to my bare bum.
In 1964, when I was nine years old, a situation arose which required that I have a babysitter after school, for about two hours every day. My parents selected the mother of a friend of mine, Mrs Harding [name changed – Ed] who lived only a few doors away.