To this day I have no idea how long that spanking lasted. I only know Mum stopped a while after I began crying. My bum was really on fire, my nose was running and I was still crying a few minutes after she lifted me up. Mum gave me a hug, then she said in a very matter-of-fact manner: “So, now you know what a spanking feels like!” But at that moment, my only concern was the intense burning behind me.
Mum picked up my shorts and pants, gave them back to me with a kiss, then turned me towards the stairs, adding a very unwelcome firm smack on my already stinging bare bottom as she sent me to bed. Once I got to my room, I laid down on my side and rubbed my sore behind for a while.
The next day we spoke about the whole thing. Mum told me she had hated doing it, but that I would remember it for the rest of my days. She wasn’t wrong!