Mom sat on her bed and called me over to stand by her knee. There was a lecture – brief and to the point – and then my shorts were taken down, swiftly followed by my underpants. As I say, I was used to slapped legs but that rarely required the formality of pants being removed.
Mom showed me how to lie across her lap, and I was trembling with fear, already crying pretty badly. This crying turned to wild screaming as she held me firmly and brought The Teacher down on my now defenceless bottom. I had never felt so much pain in my young life and the next few minutes were just a tearful, snotty blur, to be honest. I have no idea how many she gave me.