When we were children (during the 1960s and 70s), my parents had us understand that a bare bottom spanking was their last resort in terms of punishments.
In practice, though, we weren’t really very naughty children at all and I never found myself across the parental lap with my pants down – nor (as far as I know) did my sister or three brothers.
However one day, when I was about 10 or 11, my parents went out for a few hours and left my sister – who was a year older than me – in charge of the rest of us children.
I was in the garden, kicking a football about, when I suddenly kicked it far harder than I had intended. Luck not being on my side, the ball flew up and smashed a window.
My sister came out into the garden to see what had happened, and she was naturally very angry with me. In retrospect, she knew how short of money out parents were at the time, and how much the window would cost them to replace.
Before I knew it, my sister had grabbed me by the hand, marched me indoors and put me across her knee. Once I was in this most traditional of punishment positions, she quickly pulled down my trousers and underpants and gave me a very good spanking indeed.
Although I got a decent smacking for my trouble, to be honest the pain was nowhere near as bad as the embarrassment of having my sister bare my bottom and redden it in front of all the other boys.
After the spanking I was sent to my room, but I heard no more about my transgression, even from my parents when they got home. However, I was more careful with the football from that day forwards, you can be sure of that!
Contributor: Allan