Reckoning for shoplifter1

I grew up in the 1970s and early 1980s in northern England, in a predominantly working-class city. My father worked on the docks and my mother essentially raised us. I was the middle of three girls – my elder sister, Vanessa, is two years my senior, while Zoe is two years younger than me. Spanking was the normal form of punishment for children back then, and both my siblings and I were often punished in front of one another for various reasons. It was always Mum who delivered the spankings – there was never any of this ‘wait ’till your father gets home’ nonsense. Even if Dad was home, he firmly believed that disciplining the children was mothers’ work.  Most of these spankings were spontaneous, and usually just involved Mum’s hand. This is an account of the worst spanking I ever got. A friend and I had been caught shoplifting make-up from a very well established store in the town centre. We were detained in the manager’s office and our parents were called.