A while back I wrote to explaining how, as an early teen, I negotiated with my mother to exchange a two-week ‘grounding’ for a smacked bottom so that I could still attend a friend’s birthday party. As I told you, once my dad had assented to the ‘deal’, I was subsequently escorted to my bedroom, given a proper smacked bottom (including Mum taking her slipper off to me) and put to bed, crying and with a very red and sore behind.
As I think I also made clear, I was no stranger to a sound spanking as a child – although Mum never used that term. It was always ‘a smacked bottom’, and in her parlance it encompassed every method of dealing with me in the traditional manner – whether it was a quick wallop across my clothed behind whilst standing; a series of smacks over my knickers with my skirt lifted, standing or across her knee; bare bottomed across her knee; the slipper applied across my knickers (or more usually bare), and later in my teens the strap.