It was not long until I found out that June had meant what she said. My mother was working overtime on this occasion so I was staying overnight at June’s home, in the spare bedroom made up for me. I had finished school as normal but myself and some friends decided to play football on the school fields. Before we knew it, it was nearly dark, so we beat a hasty retreat to our respective homes.
As I approached the house, I saw that the outside light was on. June was by the front door, and when she saw me, she came running out and grabbed my hand. She asked me where I had been. I told her the truth and said I was sorry.
June’s face no longer had that warm, caring look but was flushed with anger. She took me indoors, smacking my bottom on the way and telling what a naughty boy I was for making her worry so much.
I was told to go upstairs, get into my pyjamas and get into bed. As I passed her, June smacked my bottom again and said: “I’ll be upstairs in a minute to deal with you.”
As I got changed for bed, June’s promise to my mother about smacking my bottom was running through my head. Those words: “Oh, don’t worry, Joan – I will!”
As I got into bed, I heard a noise downstairs as if something was being moved. Presently, I heard June’s firm step coming up the stairs and when she entered my bedroom, she was carrying a dining room chair. She placed this by the window and ordered me to get out of bed and come to her. As I did so, she pulled her skirt up, as my own mother did when she was about to smack – I think this was something many mothers did in case the child had an accident while they were being spanked.
June told me: “You had me worried sick! You have been a very naughty boy, and you’re going to get a good smack bottom!’
I was put firmly over June’s lap and then the smacking began. June knew how to smack a naughty boy’s bottom, all right – she had a hard hand and the sting soon had me kicking my legs, . I was soon crying like an youngster over his mummy’s knee.
By the time June had finished chastising me, the whole of my bottom was red and sore, as were the tops of my thighs. However, by now I had stopped kicking and merely submitted to the spanking. I actually found myself enjoying the warmth in my buttocks .
I think June must have also felt what was happening against her lap. The smacks slowly became tamer and more playful. She said: “If you’re a good boy for me from now on, I won’t tell your mother I’ve had to give you a smack bottom, all right?” I thanked her, said I was sorry and promised to be a good boy.
June kept me in the ‘spanking position’ for a while longer, still playfully slapping my bottom as she asked me about school and what else I had been up to, besides playing football!
