This was the most embarrassing time I ever got my bottom smacked. My mother was just starting to prepare me for my spanking, which had been coming both for sassing her and for playing ball in the house which resulted in a broken window.
When it came to administering the spanking, the doorbell rang.
My mother looked up. “That must be the babysitter – don’t you dare move!” I was so embarrassed when she returned with Sarah, my babysitter. Sarah was only four years older than me and I had a huge crush on her. She was wearing a pencil skirt, stockings, and pumps. She looked at me and smiled.
To my utter shame, my mother told her: “Bobby has been a very naughty boy and I was just about to administer his spanking when you arrived. I didn’t realize how late it was, and I won’t have time to whip him.