When I was younger my mom and dad went away on a business trip.
Since they could not take me with them, mom asked a friend if I could stay with her until they returned.
The friend said yes, and I was taken to her home.
The friend was a little younger than my mom and very attractive.
She was not yet married and lived alone.
It would be fun to have a youngster around the house, she said to mom.
However, boys of my age group, mom assured her, often got themselves into trouble.
Before mom left, she told the woman exactly what she should do, if I did not behave.
“If he doesn’t do what he’s supposed to do or gets out of line,”
mom instructed,
“make sure you put him across your lap and give him a warm bottom.”