The one and only

My sister and I were brought up in a very loving and largely permissive home, particularly by the standards of the mid-70s. Beyond a quick smack, our parents never used corporal punishment – apart from the one childhood memory I am about to relate.

I was about five years old at the time, so my sister Rebecca – the subject of the spanking – would be eight. Due to my young age at the time, I’m rather foggy about a lot of the details but there are a few aspects of the incident I remember vividly to this day.

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