Two More Early Memories

These two are slightly more disturbing, but still, not into the stuff that came later.

I remember wetting myself, and my mother was angry. She took me, and sat on the stairs and stripped off my pants and hit me over and over on my rear. Big Sister called (she went to boarding school for a while - it was a better school than what we had available on post) and my mother sat there with me across her lap and talked to Big Sister. I wasn't allowed to talk to her.

And another time, I remember my dad was listening to music, probably classical. He held me across his lap, dressed, and drummed on my rear. It felt good, and I told him to do it harder.

I think this second experience is where my spanking fetish comes from.