I’ve written before about my first two slipperings, which were delivered by my father at the ages of ten and eleven. My third experience of corporal punishment came about six months later and was delivered by my aunt. My brother, Felipe, and I were staying with her, as our parents had gone away for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary. If you can call what happened an overreaction, as I do, and did at the time, the stress of managing two unruly eleven-year-olds for my aunt, who was quite a bit older than her brother, my dad, perhaps explains

I previously told the story of my first slippering, delivered by my father, at the age of ten. The act of recalling that incident naturally made me think of other times I was punished at home. On the first occasion, my brother Felipe was punished with me. Strangely, although we were twins and quite close, we never really discussed it afterwards. It was simply an incident we both wished to leave behind us. Felipe was the next to be slippered, for an incident at school I had nothing to do with. Although I did not witness his thrashing directly, I

I grew up in a family of four in Spain. There were my two parents, my twin brother, Felipe, and me. Felipe and I were born in the mid-1970s, so our childhoods stretched until the nineties, when corporal punishment was less frowned upon than it is nowadays. We were certainly not spared. Until we were ten, we were spanked across the knee of one of our parents, on our bare bottoms. Without knowing how often it happened to others, it’s hard to say if this was a common event, but I’d say we both averaged about six spankings a year.