It Went A Bit WrongAs I have said in my other writings the usual punishment for me as a kid was to find myself bent over mums knee, trousers and pants round my ankles and having "a good hiding".
But every now and then either because of the seriousness of the crime, or persistent bad behaviour she decided that something a little more severe was called for. On two such occasions this meant it all went a bit wrong. Here is the story of one of those occasions.
Having decided that I was for it, she decided to use one of the rails from the clothes airer to punish me with. These rails were wooden strips about an inch wide, and 18 inches long I suppose they were a bit like a long ruler. I was sent get on of them and returned to the lounge with it.
Once I had given it to her I was required to take down my trousers and pants and then I had to bend over and touch my toes. I heard the swish of the rail and heard the crack as it hit my bare cheeks, accompanied with light sting. It didn't actually hurt that much. She quickly followed it with another and a third, I meanwhile was trying to pretend that it hurt more than it did.
After half a dozen whacks there came an almighty slap as her hand connected with my bottom, this one slap hurt more than the rest of the punishment so far and I sprung upright. She told me to bend over again and delivered another slap, I stood up and leaped forward. She told me that I was supposed to stay bent over until she finished, I complained that it hurt and she said it was supposed to, after three or four more slaps going through this rigmarole each time she stood close by me and bent me round her left thigh, and began to smack me some more, but of course it hurt and I tried to get away so we were both turning in circles eventually I crouched down. By now I had received about a dozen slaps which was hardly started by normal standards.
She pulled me up and pulled me over to the armchair she sat down and now my punishment went to it's usual default setting. As she bent me across her lap. Lets start again she said.
For the next five minutes all that could be heard was the sound of a bare bottom being very soundly smacked and its owner crying and begging for it to stop.
Even though it had started wrong I can safely say that I was thoroughly and properly punished by the end.