“I think that is a good choice, love.
Pop up to your room I will be up in a moment,”
Mum said without anger, just very matter-of-factly.
I slowly climbed the stairs and pushed my door too.
Then, I heard mum’s foot on the creaky third step and knew this bearable pain in my bum would soon be much worse again.
A gentle tap on the door, which then swung open as mum calmly walked in. Mum, bless her, never spanks when she is angry, only when calm and considered.
I forlornly looked at the carpet and then back up at mum.
I waited a couple of seconds, then asked her in a depressed tone, “How do you want me, mum?
Do you want me to put my pillows in the middle of the bed and bend over them for you?
Or should I bend across the side of the bed?
Or do you want me across your knee?”
I was actually hoping for over the knee.