You could have been seriously hurt out there, and you need to learn to obey Grandpa and me. Stand up, young man!”

I did as I was told, as if this was a bad dream.

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.