Surprisingly, the first girl came to my rescue. “Lay off,” she said. “I bet most of us have had a whipping every once in a while. Tell me what happened.”
I told her that my mom had spanked me, but she wanted more details. She pressed me until I told her that I had mouthed off, that my mom used a paddle, and that I cried. She laughed at me throughout my account, but not really in a mean way – kind of like a big girl teasing her little sister.
The next time we were in the locker room, she saw my butt and commented that it looked like I had been behaving myself. Then she planted a sharp hand spank right on my tush and told me to keep it up. After that, it was never mentioned again.