Growing up in Georgia, I had long since taken for granted that naughty children of all ages were slippered.
It was only after arriving in the Northeast that I began to see just how embarrassing it was really for a eighth or ninth grader to be taken over his mother’s knee like a little boy and spanked on his bottom.
But back to my discovery about Michael.
Once we got over the initial embarrassment of admitting we were still spanked, our mutual confession led to a whole series of whispered discussions after school.
We compared notes on spankings we had received,
the different methods used by our moms,
and the prominent role of a demerit chart tied to a regular, weekly spanking time.
We also swapped stories about our most embarrassing spankings such as the times when we were punished in the living room with family friends present or the spankings received from babysitters.

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