I was actually very rarely spanked, and then only really got my clothed butt dusted a bit with Dad’s hand.

It hurt a bit but was more humiliating than painful.

I had a feeling this was going to be much worse – and I was right, as it turned out.

Grandma didn’t waste any more words. She knew that I knew I had done wrong.

She took my place on the bed and turned me to face her.

“Please, Grandma…” I began desperately. “You just be quiet while you can be,” she said ominously.

My, modesty was almost immediately lost as she firmly pulled me across her knee.

Then the hairbrush went to work on my butt, and boy did it ever!

Grandma covered every inch of my behind, and the backs of my thighs, with hard, regular spanks which quickly had me crying.