This being the early 70s short or mini skirts were the fashion. Mum had a short skirt and a pair of sandals on and a white blouse which I seem to remember was part of her nurse’s uniform.
I looked down at the carpet – I couldn’t quite reach the floor on either side, so I was laid across my mum’s knee like a naughty baby.
From that moment, my only memories are about how much that spanking hurt. The first few smacks from Mum’s hand were a shock – and yes, they stung – and I seem to recall, from the other side of Mum’s lap, seeing my shorts and pants dangling around my ankles.
Then the sting began to get really uncomfortable as the friction built up on my bottom. I tried to hold on and began gasping and naturally moving my arms and legs. The spanking continued – the sting was intense, each smack jolted my whole body. Mum wasn’t holding anything back.