Mom stood there for some moments, scolding me soundly in front of my friend and emphasising a point occasionally by smacking the paddle ominously against her hand.

Finally, she pronounced sentence. “I’ve had enough of your behaviour today, Allan! bend over right now!”

I opened my mouth to protest but before I could utter a word, Mom said: “Do as I say, unless you want Kathy see you being spanked as well!”

I was facing Jordan and he was looking into my eyes gleefully as I assumed the position.

I felt Mom move closer behind me and then her arm came around my waist. I remember my knees wobbling with fear as I felt the wood being measured against my bottom.
Then it was withdrawn and quickly brought down with force, sending a wave of stinging pain through my bottom.

I lost count of the spanks at about 10 and Mom had to hold me very tightly to keep me in place for the rest of my punishment. I had wanted to be brave in front of my friend but in the end, I cried like a toddler getting his first spanking.

Once the spanking was done, Mom put me in the corner, hands on my head. She sent Jordan home and went back down to check on Kathy.

To complete my humiliation, Jordan subsequently told many of our mutual school friends about how I’d had my mom spank me like a baby.

For a long time after that, a couple of the most merciless girls would tease me about it and ask: “Have you been a good boy for your mommy today, or has she had to spank your bottom?”

It took a while to live it all down, and that was really the end of my friendship with Jordan.