Mum would sit down on this. I’m not sure why, but prior to her preparing me, she would always pull up her skirt or dress. I would then be called over to have my pyjama bottoms taken down and be put across Mum’s stockinged thighs.

After being told what you were having a smack bottom for, the punishment itself began. It would not be long before I was kicking my legs and my pyjama bottoms would fly off, leaving me near across my mum’s knee and bawling like a baby, but to no avail.

My mum had quite big hands and would cover every inch of my bottom and tops of thighs. Afterwards, you certainly knew you had had a smacked bum – I would have a bright red, sore bottom and be sobbing, telling Mum how sorry I was.

Once she was satisfied I had been punished sufficiently, Mum would help me back on with my pyjama bottoms and then I was put to bed for a while, no matter what time of day it was. I would get a kiss on my forehead and a cuddle of forgiveness. Finally, she would say: “Mummy will call you down for dinner in a while – now, be a good boy.”