I was crying buckets of tears by now and promising to be a good man and never to spy on anyone being spanked again.
I had never been spanked this hard.
Even by my dad.
With this I gained a new respect for what an angry mother can do with a hairbrush and a wooden spoon.
When the spanking finally stopped I cried for some time as I lay over that maternal knee until she told me to get up.
I do recall feeling better because I knew that after this I would be forgiven by my mother.
Well, I was partly correct mother did forgive me, but the punishment was not over.