I was raised in a pretty middle class family in Scotland during the 1980s. My parents were pretty liberal, and although I understand I did get the occasional smack on my leg or bottom when I was very little, I honestly don’t remember and by the time I was 10, it had certainly been many years since any kind of physical discipline had been used.
My one and only encounter with spanking came in that year of double digits, when I was invited over to to out for the day with my friend Alistair (a trip to a nearby theme park), along with an overnight stay, which incidentally gave my mother and father a welcome window to go out for dinner without worrying about me.