Paddle by the Lake3

As Dad found somewhere convenient to pull over, Mum removed the blue wooden paddle from the glove box – it went with us on all long road trips for just such occasions as this. Father did as he was told. He pulled over on the verge of the road next to the lake, then mother pulled each of us in turn from the back of the car. One by one, Mother put us over one knee, then gave each of our bottoms one very embarrassing and public spanking with the paddle. A number of cars drove past as we were chastised, witnessing the event. One even honked its horn, by way of parental support. I can still recall my intense embarrassment to this day, and for days afterward, on the trip, I was worried that fellow tourists might recognize me as one of the four little girls having their bottoms smacked by their mother at the side of the lake.