From witnessing a smacking for Charlotte in this position a few weeks earlier, I was acutely aware of just how much it exposed every single part of your body. Despite the agonising pain, I had just enough wherewithal left to feel mortified at the realisation that I must be giving my nine-year-old sister the same show as she had given me a few weeks previously.
In the weeks following it, I had felt guilty and ashamed about my enjoyment of being treated to not only the sights and sounds of a usual smacking (in itself, an utterly compelling show) but also the thrilling spectacle of witnessing Charlotte’s legs splay, kick and scissor wildly, in response to the rising pain.