The lost hairbrush

When I was raising my son Drew, I was firm believer in corporal punishment. Although when he was very young I used my hand to spank, from about six upwards my implement of choice for his bared bottom was a hairbrush I kept especially for the job.

I bought the brush in an antiques flea market not far from my home when Drew was about four. It was oval and made of ebony. I had suffered something similar as a little girl and thought the brush would be the perfect way of keeping my son in line.

All Maman stories are copyright, unauthorised reproduction may lead to legal action. Please do not copy!