I would like to relate a particularly moving memory. One time when I was about seven, my older cousin, Emma, then eleven, earned herself a spanking. In front of my mother and me, my aunt instructed her to get across her lap. There ensued a teary, “Please..Mommy, can w-we do th-this in my r-room?” But, one determined, “No, Emma, we will do it right here,” and my cousin’s hands reached for the hem of her sundress. She raised it and, with no further instruction, laid herself across my aunt’s lap. Emma looked over at me, blushing to be sure, but with

One time, when I was about seven, my older cousin Emma, then eleven, earned herself a spanking. In front of my mother and me, my aunt instructed her to get across her lap. There ensued a teary: “Please, Mommy, can w-we do th-this in my r-room?” but one determined: “No, Emma, we will do it right here,” and my cousin’s hands reached for the hem of her sundress. She raised it and with no further instruction laid herself across my aunt’s lap. Emma looked over at me, blushing to be sure, but with no trace of resentment that I would