It was quite later on in my formative years when I got my first-ever spanking.

I was playing baseball with five of my friends, Paul, Jacob, Duke, Jerry, and Alan in a large empty lot next to Paul’s house.

All five of us were in little league and we needed to practice before the next game.

 

We lined up the bases and put home plate near pauls house in order to work on hitting curves and sliders.

I was pitching,  Jerry was catching and Paul was on the plate.

The Others were in the outfield.

I had a fairly good slider and paul had missed three of my pitches and had hit two foul balls out the third.

I switched to a curve and he caught a big piece of it, but it went foul to –  straight back toward the house, where it sailed towards an upstairs window and smashed through an upper pane.