I’ve already related a few of my childhood spanking experiences here on Maman and (as you might have picked up on) quite a few of them were at the hands of babysitters who had only recently grown too old for a smacked bottom themselves!
This time, I want to tell you about a sleepover that started like any other – shouts of joy, flying pillows, and an animated film playing softly in the background. There were five boys – including myself, Jérôme, aged eight to 10. I was probably the rowdiest of all the children! Besides me, there was Théo (the tease, and the same age as me), Hugo (the quiet one, and the eldest) and nine-year-old twins Max and Tom.