Mum Smacked My Bottom
My father was a civil servant and I must say very lazy. He was missing from my early years as he was in the army and I lived with mum and her parents. We had quite a happy household and it was not until he came home that my behaviour deteriorated. He was a selfish man and something of a bully. If he was in a good mood then life was great but in a bad mood he was quite frightening. He never punished me formally - mum did that - but often clipped me around the ear which was quite frightening. As I say my behaviour deteriorated and I became rather devious and badly behaved. Mum often smacked my legs but it was not until I was about 9 that she gave me my first formal bottom smacking. I had been put over mum's knee for a few smacks before but this was the first formal and painful smacking I had received until then. About half a mile from where we lived was a pub with a bowling green. I used to sit on the wall and watch; mum found out and told me not to go there. The men were drinking and the occasional swear word was used but I couild not understand the ban and kept going. One evening the time flew by and mum came looking for me and found me watching the bowlers. She was furious and said "wait until we get home". When we got home she ran a bath and told me to get in. She then helped to bathe and dry myself. My pyjamas were in the airing cupboad and when I was dry I started to put them on. She told me not to put the pyjama bottoms on yet and to go to my bedroom. I didn't understand this at first but then realised to my horror that she was probably going to smack my bare bottom. Sure enough she followed me into the bedroom and told me to lie over bed face down. I did this slowly but finally I was in position with my face in my pillows and my bare bottom presented for a smacking. She said "Now Michael I told you to keep away from that pub but you defied me and now your bottom is to be smacked. In future do as you are told". Then she commenced to smack me hard. In no time I was in tears but the smacking went on and on until my bottom was deep red and smarting terribly - the pain seemed to mount until it was unbearable. Eventually she finished and left the room. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke the next morning I felt a certain stiffness in my behind and then remembered the events of the previous evening. I think the shock and humiliation of that punishment and ones that followed coloured the rest of my life and sexuality.