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.
Spank, spank, spank! For quite a young boy, I think I got it pretty severely –
Grandma was obviously determined that I should really learn a memorable lesson.
I guess the punishment only took a few minutes, although it seemed like years that I was bottom-up on her lap.
I was finally allowed off stood there in front of her, wailing – hands cupping my tingling, hot cheeks.
Grandma eventually hugged me.
“You sit here for a few minutes and think about what you did, then you can come down for some supper,” she said.
Well, in truth, I didn’t do much sitting that evening – at least not with any amount of comfort.
What was even worse was that when my parents came to collect me, Grandma described my paddling in great detail and showed them the hairbrush she had used.