Dad was away on business for a couple of days, so I fully expected this to be stored up for when he returned, but it was a sure-fire spanking offence. However, the next shock was Mom telling me to keep my pants down right where they were, and that she was going to fetch the paddle.
She came back with the wooden paddle my parents had used on me since I was a little boy. Mom ordered me out of bed (more embarrassment because she now got to see my penis), then sat down on it herself and in short order pulled me over her lap.
The spanking I got from her was just as bad as any I had had from Dad and the result was one very sore and sorry boy. Of course, I was by now more than late for school and, through my tears, there was at least the hope that Mom would deem it not worth me going in now.