When I was about eight, I had a Sunday School teacher called Sharon who was a senior at the high school. She was very pretty, but very firm, and I loved her dearly. One Sunday, I arrived for class nursing a sore bottom as I had been the object of my mother’s wrath that morning. I had been playing up with one of my sisters and mom had settled things with a good spanking over her knee for us both.
I was still feeling the effects and shuffling on my poor little butt during class, so Sharon asked me what was up. I must have looked a bit shame-faced but admitted to her I’d been spanked.
She smiled and gave me a hug.
“Never mind,” she said. “It happens to us all sometimes.”
“What? Even to you?” I gasped.
“Oh yes,” she said. “My mom sometimes gives me a spanking over her knee to keep me nice.”
“Oh,” I said. “Same as me?”
“I guess,” she said, givng her shapely butt a rub. “Over the knee on the bare bottom. I don’t think Mom knows any other way!” she giggled.
“Wow!” I said. “Even at your age?”
“Yes,” she said. “Mom believes you’re never too old for a spanking!”
That is something which, over the years, I have learned to my cost. I did appreciate her sharing with me, though, so honestly.