Mother tugged my underpants down to my ankles. “So you like being naked in public, showing yourself to the world, Adam? How do you like it now?” She gave me a a good, hard smack on my bare bottom, then sat in a kitchen chair and tipped me swiftly across her knees, my bare bottom centred and raised high.
She proceeded spank me with her hand, slaps alternating between my sweaty cheeks. Occasionally a sharp slap would catch my anus. I kicked my feet and sent my underpants flying across the kitchen floor.
“Please, Mom, I’m sorry!” I yelled. “You should be – you should be ashamed as well.” “Ow! Yes I’m ashamed, honest!” I wailed. My bottom was on fire.
“After this,” she said, picking up the wooden spoon, “I hope you will have learned your lesson, and every time you sit down you’ll be reminded of the consequences of your misbehaviour. And there’ll be no dinner for you tonight!”