I was seven years old and had being very naughty as I had damaged an item that was one of dad’s favorite things. The result was having my trousers and underwear lowered for, as he put it, a damn good hiding on my bare bottom. We were in the sitting room and I was put across his knee. It was only his hand but at full strength and some fifty spanks on my little bare bottom which had not been spanked before by him. My mother was shouting for him to take the strap to my bottom as she also believed in firm punishment for naughty boys. I felt my bottom was on fire all day.