Sharing a memory from my past from when my mother punished me once ( Memoryes )

I remember a certain period in my life when my mother decided to use corporal punishment on me when I was in high school and I would like to share it here. I grew up in an isolated village on the west coast of France, I went to secondary school in my village, it was a small school and there wasn't much going on there, no one really learned anything, you only went to attend. Although I had a colleague who studied well because I knew that she was punished at home, but I didn't think it would happen to me either, because my mother loved me a lot and we got along well. However, when I entered high school, everything changed. I used to go by bus 18 km every day to get to the high school in the city near us, and compared to the school in my little village, the high school in the city was very serious. In addition, my mother raised me alone and paid a considerable amount of money to bring me here. But of course, because I went to high school with the mentality of the village, I thought I would pass it without studying, but I was very very wrong.
I got along well with my colleagues, I had even made a group of 3 very good friends with whom I spent time together, and I liked to go out with them in the city after classes, and my mother was happy because I was managing, but after a few weeks I started receiving grades, which were not so good, if I continued like this, I risked not passing the year. My mother was worried and had several discussions with me, but I always reassured her by telling her that everything is under control, and that the grades are low due to the stress of changing schools. I had seen that her trust in me was decreasing, but I really believed that I would find a way to get out of this, so I continued to go out with my girlfriends in the city, to talk about boys and fashion and to copy my homework from them. That is until the test period came again...
I got a series of low grades in all the subjects, when I received the results, I started to be scared too. Then I really realized the seriousness of the situation I was in, and all I was thinking about was how I was going to show my mother these little notes. I took my heart in my teeth (this is a traditional expression from my childhood area, it means to be brave) and I went home. When I arrived, I told my mother about my grades. My mother was very disappointed, she almost cried and I felt so stupid. That evening we went to bed but I could hear her crying next to me in bed (because at that time we had a weaker financial condition, I didn't have my own room and I slept in the same bed with my mother)
Feeling bad, I started crying too and begged her to forgive me, I didn't know what else to say about the shame, besides, I just wanted to see that she doesn't feel so bad because of me anymore. Then by chance I remembered my former colleague who received corporal discipline from her parents and that she always had very high grades. So I told my mother about her, and I asked her to spank me too. I remember even now how much courage I needed to say this. Even the mother was surprised, and she agreed after thinking about it a bit.
Initially, neither I nor my mother had any idea how to do it, but we both got out of bed and turned on the light, then we sat on the edge of the bed thinking how the punishment would go. My mother told me that she was going to decide how she was going to punish me and I was waiting next to her. She went to the kitchen and brought a large wooden spoon, and told me that he would use it for my good. Without me realizing it, my mother took off my pajama pants and then she wanted to take off my panties as well, but I resisted. She looked at me and told me that I came up with the idea and that if I want to remedy the situation, I'd better take off my panties. Embarrassed, I blushed and took off my panties, remaining exposed in front of my mother. My mother hugged me and told me to lie on the bed on my back with my legs up, with one hand she held my legs and with the other she started to hit my bare bottom with a wooden spoon.
I instantly regretted the decision to tell my mother about the punishment, because the pain of the blows was becoming unbearable. I was starting to shake my legs and cry, but my mother held me well, and she wasn't going to hit my buttocks more slowly. While I was crying and breathing hard, I could see that my mother was very focused and took this seriously, every time I saw her raise the wooden spoon in the air to gain momentum, I knew that the impact on my ass would be painful. During the punishment, she told me to be quiet, and told me about the progress of the punishment, told me that I was doing great and kept me informed about how red my bottom was getting. Somehow the fact that he communicated with me while punishing me made me get over it better.
When you get spanked with a wooden spoon, the marks on the bottom are not only red, they are a dry purple shade, and that's what my whole bottom looks like, because after 10 minutes of spanking, my mother still continues, because she told me that he wants to cover the whole area of my ass. I was starting to cry less because my bottom was numb, but it still hurt a lot. I stopped focusing on the blows, but I was thinking about what I did and that I'm glad that my mother agreed to punish me in order to help me. Without realizing it, I received the last blow on the bottom, then my mother put the spoon aside and told me that I could get dressed after admiring her work a little. He told me that I had an ass like an old tomato, red and full of dry marks from the punishment. We went to bed again and both me and my mother fell asleep instantly, me being tired from the beating I received and my mother being tired from the punishment she gave me. It's not that easy to hit an ass for 15 minutes continuously.
For fear of getting this again, I started studying every night, and since then my mother didn't have to punish me so hard, although I still received some punishments from time to time, much lighter and for everything other reasons. I hope you liked my little memory and if you want I can tell you about the other punishments I received from my mother.