Whenever I think of childhood spanking games, I am reminded of tents. In a tent we had our own domain, even though it was in somebody’s back garden, where we made up our own rules. One Sunday afternoon in July we had in quiz in a tent and Judy gave four wrong answers, so the others suggested that we spank her. In turn she laid across the lap of each of us three and we gave her a dozen smacks each. Elizabeth, who was more daring than the rest, raised Judy’s skirt and spanked her on her knickers. Judy did not mind in the least and said that it did not hurt. We were ten years old. Twelve months later I was caned in a tent by the girl next door and have not been in one since. But now, I often play tents in bed.