1960 I was twelve years old going on thirteen.
Up until now my mum had given me all my smacked bottoms mostly at home in front of whoever was around and where we were at the time, I had also been given a few by one of her church lady friends (a Mrs Hall) and at school, over the knee smacked bottoms at junior school, the cane at secondary school.
Mum was my main disciplinarian the martinet of my life. I loved her and my dad dearly, dad backed my mum all the way and never interfered with her church friends and how she run the house.
One Saturday I was told I would be going with my mum to the church, she said I had been getting too big for my breeches just lately and needed bringing down a peg or two, I started to kick up a fuss (Saturday was a rugby day for me) but I lost the argument and had to change in to my school clothes, Short trousers, shirt tie blazer ect.
I was still sulky when we arrived at the church I didn't know what to expect, I was used to the church halls having attended cubs scouts and Sunday school over the years since I was eight.
We went down to the lower hall where mums church friends had their meetings. There were quite a few people around children mothers and a few Girl Guides. Mum took me across to a partitioned area where her church ladies were meeting, she then surprised me by lifting the leg of my short trousers and smacking the back of my bare thighs six times.
Mum then placed my hands on my head and told me that was for starters and made me face outwards towards where the children and their mothers were. She left me and went inside the partition. The mothers were talking and I heard them say
"I expect he's getting his bottom smacked like the other one last week"
"Teenage boys need to be kept in line"
A few minutes later my mum and her friends came round the oldest women sat down and beckoned me to stand between her legs, she removed my blazer tie and shirt and tucked my vest up around my neck. she told me I was going to be given a wakeup call and my bottom would soon be Fire engine red. With that she unfastened my belt and fly and pulled my trousers down and off, my white briefs soon followed to knee level.
A girl guide handed a wooden hairbrush to the women who looked down at my boy bits she tapped my erection and shook her head telling me I was a dirty little boy and should be ashamed of myself, with that she left me standing and laid into my bottom with the brush.
It was the worst smacking I had ever been given up to date.
I was so embarrassed later as I stood on a small box with just my briefs on around my knees and my hands on my head and my erection had returned showing of my boy parts to all.