THE CONFESSIONS OF A MALE BOTTOM SMACKER
I first learnt about spanking at ( or across ) my mothers knee. These were memorable meetings with her hairbrush, I soon found that resistance was futile, tears inevitable and that escape into the rose garden made it worse later. This was a time just before television and was the heyday of spanking, a time when family magazines carried advertisements showing wives being spanked for buying the wrong brand of coffee ! Spankings were a common occurrence, so not much notice was taken of them.
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