I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s when spankings were far more acceptable and much more common. Like most kids of my generation, I was no stranger to a trip over mum’s knee or a slippering at school. It just went with the territory. However, one spanking stood out from the rest, which happened on a very hot day during the school summer holidays. I was 17 at the time. My friend, Mandy, and myself decided one day to try and bag some grey squirrels. In our part of the world at that time, we still had red squirrels but the pesky