When I was about 10 or 11, I became best mates with a boy named Nick [all names changed – Ed]. We were a pair of happy-go-lucky lads, with a keen eye for mischief.
Both of us regularly got spanked by our parents, I have to say. I mostly got the slipper off my dad. Nick’s dad was out of the picture, for some reason, so he and his mum lived on their own, so all the discipline duties were covered by her. Nick only got a ‘smacked bottom’, as he referred to it – with his mum’s hand. But he did tell me that she had a very hard one! I was always keenly interested in spankings of other children, and was somewhat aroused by this, although at that age I still didn’t really appreciate what was happening to my body.