Tom and I were just normal energetic young boys who liked sport more than reading. We were not unusual were we?
Tom had got lost again and I'd been sent off to find him. We would be introuble when we got home so I hurried to find him as quickly as possible. Our Gran was an evil old witch. Tom and I hated her and she did not like us. She would always shout at us.
''They both need a bloody good strapping'' she said to our harrased mum.
''You're both getting the strap when we get you home'' she said staring at us with angry eyes
Whe we reached home mum dragegd Tom into the front room ''Get upstairs and fetch the strap ben'she shouted at me and I ran for it.
Any delay would make her angrier and things worse for us.
Mum always undressed Tom for it (he's six) and Gran snapped at me ''Get yer pants down'', as mum laid the first hard whack on Toms small bottom.
He screamed and began wailing as usual. Gran sat with her arms crossed staring at me as I undressed. I'd had it from her many times in my ten years and I was glad it was mum and not her or dad.
''Pass me those knickers boy'' Gran yelled at me as I was bending to take them off. I passed them to her for inspection. I had rushed earlier in the day and there was a small brown mark in the middle of my white pants ''Your dad will see this'' she said, stuffing them down by her side.
I watched Tom as he screached in pain as the strap fell on his now reddend bottom. I satared to cry. Mum finally finished and took Tom by the hand upstairs to his room.
''bend over you little sod'' my gran ordered and I went to bend over the arm of the sofa as I had been doing since I was Toms age.
''That little bum of yours needs a good 'ard strapping boy'' Gran called over as I lay there with my bottom sticking up in the air waiting for my mum to return with the strap. I felt my bottom twitch.