Arriving home, she sent me to wait for her in my bedroom, which was the usual overture to a spanking.

When Mum finally came in to see me, she was wearing her slippers – her favourite implements for chastising me) and was obviously unhappy with me.

She sat on my bed and asked me why I had been smacked, as my classmate had mentioned.

My answer was neither fast nor sincere enough for her.

I finally confessed that I had been caught talking in class several times.

At that, I was dragged roughly over Mum’s lap, into the typical spanking position

Her open palm began raining down on my defenseless backside

I was thoroughly smacked and scolded for several minutes.

During the spanking, Mum lectured me about the importance of my studies and the respect I should show towards my teachers.

Then she suddenly stopped.