Bed time – and the belt

My strongest memory of childhood spankings is one that I witnessed rather than suffered myself. My mom and dad had to go on a longish road trip to see my maternal grandmother, who was very ill at the time (she died only three months later), and as it was not clear how long they would be away, I was parked at the home of my Uncle John (dad’s brother) and Aunt Nancy.

They had two children of their own, both girls. At the time, Belinda was nine and Carrie was six. I was 14, so didn’t really have a whole lot to do with my cousins during this visit. I mostly kept myself to myself and spent most of the time playing on my Game Boy.

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