The Rhyme before the Spanking4

As I say, when she thought I needed a spanking, Mum didn’t hold back at all. I always rose from her lap with a ringing, stinging behind and in floods of tears. Mum would then put the paddle away, there would be a hug of forgiveness, and then I would be sent to my own bedroom for a little while to ‘think about what I had done. I would love to find a paddle like the one Mum had now, as I must admit growing up with spankings has left me with something of a taste for them as a woman, but I’ve never been able to find one even similar. When I cleared Mum’s house out after she went into a care home, I found quite a bit of childhood memorabilia but alas not the ‘naughty paddle’, as she sometimes called it. Mum stopped spanking me as I got older and I daresay it went in the trash, as she had no further use for it.