Mama never bothered about who saw us getting spanked either. I can recall several occasions when either myself or Andrea were over her knee, crying heartily as we got our bare behind warmed, and one of the farm workers, or maybe a family friend, would walk into the kitchen as the punishment was being given. Most of the time they would have a wry grin on their face at seeing a little child being spanked, sometimes remarking to Mama how well we ‘sang’ under the onslaught of La Disciplina.
Probably the most embarrassing example of this was when Andrea was being spanked one day when he was about nine for stealing some chocolate. I was watching with the satisfaction only brothers get when they see the other getting their bottom tanned when in walked another local mother with her young daughter, who I think would be about five or six.