I grew up in the UK in the 1970s and early 80s, when corporal punishment was gradually getting less common in school – but was still widely used by parents in the home. I was certainly no stranger to a trip across my Mother’s knee for a soundly smacked bottom, my peak spanking years being between the ages of five and 13.

At school, I largely avoided more than a smacked leg from a teacher and had never had the cane, which was reserved for the most serious misbehavior. However, I once came very close to a caning – and as a result got the soundest ever spanking from my Mother.

I sat next to a girl in my class called Ingrid. One day, we were messing around in a lesson, flicking pieces of paper at each other. Ingrid had her pen in her mouth and as a joke, I pushed it further in with my hand. To my horror, it went right in and Ingrid began gagging, spluttering, and then bursting into tears.

The teacher came straight over to help Ingrid, who was tearfully saying that her throat hurt. The angry teacher took Ingrid to see the school nurse and removed me from class, so I found myself sat fearfully outside the study of Miss Jones, the deputy head.

The school secretary informed me that I was in big trouble – my Mother had been called and was on her way to school. I was to wait in an empty classroom. Now I was properly scared – Miss Jones was a formidable woman but my Mother was on another level when presented with a naughty son to deal with.

After what seemed like an age, but was probably about half an hour, the classroom door opened and Miss Jones, my Mother and Ingrid’s mother all came bustling in. I felt tears welling up as the three angry women scolded me. It was borne upon me that Ingrid was lucky not to have been seriously hurt, and I was a wicked, naughty boy.

Unsurprisingly, Ingrid’s Mother demanded to know how I was to be punished for this. Miss Jones explained that violent behaviour towards another pupil would normally mean corporal punishment was justified, and that I certainly deserved to be caned. As I heard these words I was terrified and felt like I might wet my pants in fear.

However, Miss Jones explained that only the headmaster, Mr Pym, was authorized to deliver a caning – and he was absent from school for the rest of the week. The three women agreed that I shouldn’t wait a week to be punished, so my Mother suggested that she administer a smacked bottom there and then. The other two ladies nodded enthusiastically and took a seat while Mother put another chair in front of them and took a firm grip on me, maneuvering me to her side as she too sat down.

I felt totally exposed in front of Miss Jones and Ingrid’s mother, who were both watching the proceedings closely. There was a brief sense of relief as Mother guided me over her lap, – but that relief soon dissipated as my mother adjusted her position and I felt my bottom elevated. I was now fully aware of what a good view of my young bottom I was giving to the other women.

The first slap from my mother’s hand focused me – it was much harder than I was used to from Mother and I squealed more in shock than pain. The second quickly followed and Mother established a rhythm, going hard and steady between my left and right buttocks. I realized that the pain in my bottom was growing, and I wouldn’t be able to stand it for much longer.

I began to squeal after each smack and then, sure enough, I felt the tears come. Soon I was bawling, sobbing mess as Mother continued to chastise me. My bottom was positively on fire as she delivered a final six, extra-hard smacks and I howled as each slap was delivered to my already stinging backside.

Mother held me over her lap and ordered me to apologise to Ingrid’s mother. I could hardly get the words out, but I did so through my sobbing. Mother retorted that I didn’t sound sorry enough – she delivered another six hard and fast smacks that had me howling again. I said sorry over and over again and finally Mother let me up.

As I clambered unsteadily to my feet, I no longer cared about Miss Jones and Ingrid’s mother seeing certain things– I was still crying hard and clutching my burning backside. Mother told me to ‘stop being such a big baby’. Both the other women congratulated my Mother on a job well done, and I was taken home in disgrace.

I never did get the cane at school – but Ingrid, who had been told all about my spanking by her mother, teased me mercilessly about it for the rest of the term.