Then it was time. She would take you by the wrist and place you in the nursery position and without further ado the punishment would be administered. She spanked very hard, or so it seemed when I was little – my guess is that in actuality it was quite merciful, unless we had behaved absolutely atrociously. But my bottom was always red and smarting and I would be in floods of tears. The punishment would usually finish with us being sent to our room, with the instruction not to come back down again until we were ready to say sorry.
I saw my big brother get his fair share too, though from about seven upwards we would be sent to our room to have our spanking there.