I was thinking of my Mother the other day, and the many times that she spanked my behind raw with a leather sandal or her thick belt when I misbehaved or failed to otherwise live up to her expectations.

Mother was tall, about 5ft 10in . My wife is built just like my mother, and as I thought about the latter the other day, it struck me that it had never occurred to me before how similar they were. Their belief in spanking naughty off spring is similar too, as my wife frequently tans our kids’ backsides long and hard.

My wife and I met when we were both teens, at a track meet. Back then, I ran track for my high school team and a club team. My future wife was always talking about how cute my backside was, and finding some reason to slap it, particularly when I had run a good race.

Once, when I got to her house late, she pulled me into the kitchen, scolded me like a naughty boy and spanked me several times.

Back in her bedroom later on, she spanked me. When she finally saw my bottom, my wife-to-be got a big surprise, as my buttocks were already bruised and marked.

She demanded to know what had happened, and embarrassingly I had to confess that my mother had already spanked me earlier that evening. Of course, my future wife immediately demanded to know the reason.

The fact was that I had shown bad sportsmanship at the athletics meet earlier in the day and cursed at an official. Our team coach had called Mother and told her what happened. He also advised her that I was suspended from the next meet.

When I got home, Mother was waiting for me, holding one of her huge sandals which she regularly used to beat me. She informed me about the coach’s call (and the suspension), tore a strip off me, then bent me over the kitchen table, beating my bottom firmly with the sandal until I cried and begged her to stop.

Mother let me up, but my ordeal was far from over. She grabbed my hand and led me into the living room, where she promptly bent me over the arm of the couch. She then proceeded to beat my now backside – I screamed blue murder but she didn’t stop until her arm finally got tired.

I was in a flood of tears by then and I think Mother felt a bit bad about punishing me so severely. She put me on her lap like a much younger child and rested my wet face against, shushing me as she did so. After a while she stood me up, then went to get some cold cream .

To my surprise, as she applied the soothing cream to my aching buttocks, Mother reminded me of my date with my girlfriend that evening, then said: “You know, she seems a pretty no-nonsense type of girl. You’d better be good to her, young man, or I can see her spanking that behind of yours!” I blushed, made myself decent and headed off to see my girlfriend.

As she looked at the damage my mother had inflicted, my future wife said: “Well, I don’t think you’re getting another spanking tonight, John – but don’t think you’re off the hook. You will be going over my knee in the next few days some time.”

Making my confession to her had left me with a touch on the excited side. She firmly scolded me for being a naughty boy.