Dirty boy

During my childhood, most of us kids were well acquainted with a good smacked bottom and all of our friends got it – we knew they got it and they knew we got it. There was always a bit of a risk of getting it in public if you stepped over the line. On the other hand, as a bit of a compensation, there was always the chance that you might see somebody else on the receiving end.

Something that really stood out, however, was to get smacked by ‘somebody else’ – somebody other than your own mother or, of course, by a teacher in school. The kind of possibilities that existed were, for example, the cub scout mistress, or at Sunday school or, most likely by the mother of one of your friends.

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