The smacks from Mum’s now very warm hand continued, and by now I was crying and kicking my feet.
I knew it was no use asking her to stop, because I was getting what she promised.
The sound of efficient smacking echoed around the room as I cried.
To my incredible relief, Mum finally put an end to my punishment.
I lay limp over her knee.
She told me how proud of me she was of me, and even though my backside was throbbing I was still happy it had happened at last.
After a few minutes, she asked:
“Are you ready to get up now?”
“Yes, Mum.”
She helped me to my feet and we cuddled for a while.
Then she told me:
“If you ever need to be spanked again, all you have to do is ask!” I blushed again –
I’d had quite enough for the time being.
However, that was the first of many trips over my mum’s knee over the next few years.