I stood looking at her, eventually answering with a typically childish response – a shrug of the shoulders and a ‘dunno’!
I repeated that I felt I had missed out and the only person I could come to about it was my mum. Once again, I asked her if she could give me a spanking, just so I knew what my friends were talking about. I added: “I know it will hurt – they’ve all said how much it stings.”
I could see the reluctance in Mum’s face. She told me: “I want you to have a good think about what you’re asking for. In a few hours’ time, if you still want to go through with it, then yes, I will spank you before bedtime.
“But let me warn you, there will be no half measures. A spanking is a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt and once I begin spanking you, there will be no crying off – you’ll be committed to the bitter end. Do you understand?” I nodded.