Back in the 1950s, when I was younger, I spent a few days at my Aunt Kathy’s. Andrew, my cousin (not Aunt Kathy’s son) was also visiting her during that time. She didn’t have any children of her own but she ran a daycare, along with another lady.
One afternoon, we were all outside, along with the younger ones from the daycare, when Andrew and I decided to go off and look at the pool two houses down from my aunt’s. We walked along the edge of the pool, sticking our hands in without anyone watching us at all.
At least, we thought that we were alone. It was only a matter of minutes before we heard Aunt Kathy’s voice. “Both of you get back to the house, this minute!” she yelled. As we walked by her, she whacked each of us on the seat of our pants. You never saw two little boys run so fast as Andrew and I did back to the house that day.
“Watch the kids for a few minutes. I need to put some blisters on these two behinds!” Aunt Kathy told her partner, and then grabbed Andrew and me firmly by our arms and hauled us inside.
Andrew and I were taken off to her bedroom and Aunt Kathy took a wooden, oval hairbrush from her dresser. She sat down in a chair and No sooner than she had him over her knees did she begin to spank his bare bottom with the hairbrush.
Andrew kicked wildly, and I’m sure his screams could be heard down on the next block. She really laid into him long and hard. Finally, she lifted him off her knees, and he immediately curled up on the bed, clutching his crimson-red bottom as he screamed.
Aunt Kathy then pulled me up to her. I had just seen her severely spank Andrew’s bottom and I was scared to death.
She quickly had me lying across her lap.
She began to spank my bottom with the hairbrush, and I began to scream with all my might. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt.
She spanked me just as severely as she had Andrew
I never gave my Aunt Kathy another reason to punish me again.
