My dad’s brother, Uncle Mark, and his wife Carol lived next door to us when I was growing up. They had two children, my cousins Evan and his little sister Alana. Our families were close, and Aunt Carol was like a second mother to me when I was small. Evan was my best friend, even though at ten he was two years younger than me in the year when I really learned about spankings.
My aunt had no issue with warming bottoms when her children misbehaved – although my own mom and dad used other methods of discipline. I’d seen Evan go over his mom’s lap a few times, and it made me curious. Getting spanked was scary but exciting, and I still wished it would happen to me someday.