I’ve enjoy reading your accounts of childhood scrapes and punishments from other people,
However I think my own spanking memory – and actually my earliest childhood memory overall – might be the one of the oldest memories.
This happened during the late 1940s.
I remember it was a lovely sunny day and I was playing in the back garden of our house in Liverpool.
My parents were both dozing in a deckchair each, enjoying the fine weather.
I think Dad was reading a newspaper, while Mum was sipping a cup of tea and neither were paying much attention to me.
We had a modest flower bed at the bottom of the garden and it was nearly all in bloom.
It looked so lovely that I thought I would pick some flowers for my mum, as I had seen other little girls do.