I wasn’t a particularly naughty child, but growing up in the 1980s I still got my fair share of smacked bottoms when my behaviour failed to meet my parents’ expectations. However, this story is more about what happened after I got spanked – and perhaps be a warning to any parents out there still using corporal punishment.
Even from a young age, my spankings were administered exclusively by my mum in the privacy of my bedroom. She used a fair amount of ritual in these punishments – I would be made to drop my trousers and my knickers (I rarely wore skirts or dresses, I was a bit of a tomboy), then I would have to stand before her, bare-bottomed and fronted, while we went through my failings.