Back home, I was sent up to my room. Mum came up and told me to take down my trousers and pants and bend over the side of the bed. She sat on the bed next to me and began smacking my bottom. I can’t remember how many smacks I got. It went on and on, and I kept trying to twist out of the way or put my hand in the way, but she said ‘I haven’t finished yet’ and carried on smacking.
Later in the week, I must have misbehaved again – I can’t now recall what I did wrong. This time, the spanking took place in the bathroom. What I most remember is standing up in front of the washbasin, holding on to the taps while I got a good smacking.
The result of these two spankings left my bottom quite sore for a fair amount of time.
A Spanking Memory2
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