I heard my father come home much later on, and I’m sure she discussed my spanking with him. I stayed in bed until the next morning, when Mom told me it was now OK to get up. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, then into the kitchen.
Mom asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I chose cereal and sat at the kitchen table in my briefs, like nothing at all had happened.
Mom sat with me and starting talking to me about the previous day. I only remember her saying: “Bad boys get good spankings.”
To me, a good spanking meant moderate – over pants and maybe 10 smacks. Because I got many more than 10 smacks on my bare butt, it would be truer to say I got a significant, extreme spanking. One thing is for sure, though – I never talked back to my mother again, so I certainly learned the lesson that sore bottom was intended to give me.