For a moment, I dared hope that my spanking was over but Mum continued to hold me firmly face down over her lap.

Then she asked me: “Daniel, why didn’t you tell me you had been punished in the first place?”

I decided the only option was to be truthful with her.

“Because I knew you would smack me too at home later.”

Despite my answer being very obviously the very truth, if anything it seemed to make Mum even angrier.

“That was a very unwise choice you made, my boy,” she said,

“I’m afraid it has only made this spanking the worse for you.”

At that, I felt her kick off her right slipper and lean forward to pick it up.

Before I could protest or plead anymore, Mum started to whack my already sore bum relentlessly with the slipper.

I was crying, howling in pain, punching the air and madly kicking.