Alan desperately tried to twist and turn but the woman was holding him too firmly. He cried out and pleaded for her to stop but she was relentless, much to the glee of Vivienne, who wore a smug smile. My friend’s sobs became louder and Maureen whispered to me that the smacking must really be stinging because Alan’s bottom was still wet. I nodded and looked on as the smacks kept raining down on his by now bright red bum.
The woman definitely knew what she was doing – at times, she grasped Alan’s buttocks with her free hand so she could smack in the area where his bottom met the backs of his legs. I knew from my own experience this was the most tender spot for children to be smacked on, and indeed my friend cried loudest of all when she did that.