She was a very tall, strong-looking woman and I cringed myself at the thought of getting a spanking from her. She stood with her arms on her hips and ordered out of the pool. He began to cry properly and, between sobs, pleaded not to be spanked, but his protestations fell on deaf ears.
The girls’ mother said nothing but took Alan firmly by the hand and led him inside. He looked so helpless – his lack of height being so apparent next to the woman, who was at least 6ft tall.
The rest of us children followed them inside and watched as the woman sat down on the couch and stood Alan next to her. She grabbed his swimming trunks and quickly lowered them to his ankles. Alan quickly covered himself with his hands but it was too late – Vivienne giggled and muttered some comment about how young he looked for his age.