What tents are to you, tree houses are to me.

I got my first bottom spanking from the oldest boy in our group on a hot August Afternoon.

It hurt a lot, but I enjoyed it, and has remained one of the hottest of my memories for almost 30 years

 

 

 

It wasn’t my tree house or my garden. It belonged to Graham’s family. They had a long garden. The tree house was basically a garden shed several feet up on a platform in an old oak tree. For several years it was our pretend school room and many play spankings took place there.