She very gently rubbed the lotion into my sore bottom, cooling it down. Now I really felt the love. I didn’t enjoy being spanked for a second, but I didn’t mind this at all.
When she was finished, she told me to get dressed, and that she was taking me out for ice cream. This type of treat was rare, and it felt strange sitting in the ice cream shop booth, eating a banana split with a very sore bottom! Mom was sweet as could be all day and didn’t tell dad about what happened, at least not in front of me. Later, she went to see the neighbours and told them I was forbidden to go in their pool in future.
As an aside, I really have no idea how mom was so proficient at giving me my spankings. She was the youngest of seven children (five boys and two girls) and although her brothers often had their bottoms smacked, she personally never got spanked in her life. I think she must have consulted my grandma about how to properly spank a naughty boy!