It was only as she pulled the boy’s pants back up that mum became aware of me standing there looking at the spectacle. She blushed as if expecting a rebuke from me, but I just smiled and said: “That’s the right medicine to give them. If I had a pound for every time I’ve had mine’s pants down for a spanking, I’d be a rich woman.”
The boy was now sobbing quietly into his mum’s bosom and as she held him close, she said to me: “He’s a good boy usually but he’s pushed me too far today.”
“You did the right thing,” I assured her again. I grabbed my rice and carried on with my shopping.
Spanking might be dying out, but I’m happy to report there are still some children out there getting their bottoms smacked when needed!