As I have related in other stories which have already appeared on Maman, I was certainly no stranger to a well-smacked bottom – usually administered by my mum – when I was growing up. But it was an incident that occurred when I was 13 which elevated such domestic discipline from being merely an unpleasant deterrent for bad behaviour to an integral part of my sexuality.
As I recall, I had come home from school with a note from my teacher, informing my parents that I had failed to hand in my homework. Such an event was an automatic spanking in Mum’s eyes, and I was left in no doubt that I would shortly be heading for an early bedtime with no supper and a very sore bottom.