I remember my first spanking, vividly. I was 6, and ad been to kg. At school we had played with crayons, making lots of lovely pictures and colours. I thought: why not the seat of my white trousers, and mase a lovely pattern.
When I got home, as usual I stripped to my underpants, and showed my art work to my mother. She sat rigid and went into the kitchen.
When she came back, she had a spatula in her hand, and was angry. She picked me up, and put me over her knee. I knew what was coming, and just hoped that I might have the protection of my underpants. No such luck.
She began spanking on the seat, hard, I cried, not surprising, and then she put her fingers in the seat of my pants. and pulled them down. The rest of the spanking was on the bare ass, and I cried for 15 minutes when it was over.