I knew I deserved a good spanking and even admitted as much to my mother.
I tried to say that I was sorry, and felt very bad realizing that I was wrong, but her only response was to say that I would soon feel much worse.
She told me to get her hairbrush and then the wooden spoon from the kitchen.
mother had never been so deliberate in any punishment.
I felt sick, and with good cause.
Upon entering the bedroom she moved her dressing table chair to the center of the room and called me to her.
I was told to bend myself over her lap.
I remember being very scared as I did as she instructed.
She began the spanking immediately