Audrey and I married in the 1961, and had Liam, our first and only child, three years later. Liam was mostly a good boy for us but like all children, he needed correcting from time to time, and at the time that included the occasional smacked bottom.
Most of these incidents happened while I was out at work. I was happy for his mother to take responsibility for domestic discipline, as I felt that was an appropriate part of her maternal duties. However, I would occasionally come home to a rather subdued little boy, and Audrey would tell me about the smacked bottom she’d administered. On such occasions, to my shame, I would feel my penis twitch in my trousers somewhat. Audrey was an attractive young mother, and there was something highly arousing at the thought of her hard feminine hand being put to use across our child’s bare bottom.