The Spanking Spoon and The Lakeside2

There were some older kids swimming at the lake – they had strung a rope swing from a tree and were swinging into the water. My aunt, who had spent some time working in the casualty and often related horror stories of injuries from there, told Jim and I in no uncertain terms that if we were to try to go over to the swing, she would properly wallop our backsides when we returned home. Now, normally that would have been enough for me to be obedient (though not Jim, he was always doing what he was not supposed to do). However, as I said, I had been with my mother for weeks doing practically whatever I wanted. My mother had also made the mistake of telling me (though she never thought to tell her sister) that she didn’t like that my aunt was spanking me so much. I don’t know why I somehow translated that into the thought that my aunt could not spank me anymore – but in my mind, that is what had occurred.