I grabbed both Sandra and Simon by the hand and walked them out of the shop and back to the car. I was parked at the bottom of the car park so it was quiet and there were no other vehicles. I strapped Simon into his seat, then opened up the front passenger door.

I grabbed Sandra and bent her over the seat to be spanked. She was crying and pleading with me and apologising. but I ignored her.
I smacked her left cheek sharply and she began to cry immediately.
Sandra tried to put her hand on her behind to rub the sting away, but I held it firmly away and began smacking her backside hard enough to make her regret her behaviour, while ensuring the punishment was age-appropriate, of course.

Altogether, I smacked Sandra’s bottom eight times. I lifted her into a standing position and her hands went back to her bottom and she cried hard.

I then bent down to speak to her. “Next time you behave in that way, I will smack your bottom with my wooden spoon – do I make myself clear?” She nodded vigorously, one hand wiping her eyes and the other her little bum.

I lifted my daughter up and strapped her into the seat. She was very contrite for the rest of the day, which was a great relief as I really didn’t like to smack unless for very bad behaviour.

Afterwards, I sat with a coffee and wondered how long it would be before I had to give Simon his second spanking