Smack! Three times, with the wooden spoon, stinging each buttock in turn. “This punishment is between me and you only. I won’t tell your father about your shameless, naughty, indecent, behaviour – because, if I did, you’d get a second helping from him!”
The spoon continued to do its work, catching my now swollen anus several more times, but finally she was done.
“Now, there’ll be no more bold, unashamed streaking for you, young man – is that clear?” “Yes, Mom,” I stammered. “Good. Now go upstairs to your room – and don’t come out till tomorrow morning.”
She let me off her lap and, leaving my underwear on the floor, I ran up the stairs with my head down – streaking again in my sneakers and socks. I closed the door of my room and pulled off my sneakers and socks.
Then I turned myself around to look at my bottom in the mirror on my door. Each cheek had a round welt from the spoon, and my bottom was as red as a Jersey apple.
I went to my bed and laid down on my tummy. My mother had never spanked me before this – but on that day, I got exactly what I deserved. It was my first – and last – spanking.