“I’m afraid this is going to hurt, but no matter how much kicking and crying, the spanking will only end when I decide.
Do you understand me?”
I nodded, and she added: “I love you very much.
Now, come here to me.”
She placed me carefully over her knee.
Then she began to smack.
At first, it was everything I’d imagined and hoped for, and I was enjoying every second of it.
The sound of the slaps, the feel of my mum’s hand against my bottom, lying over knee with my feet dangling in the air like a naughty little boy.
However, it wasn’t long before my bottom started to really sting.
I winced but Mum carried on regardless.
Now my bottom was really starting to burn and my eyes were filling with tears.