The Art of Discipline: v. 1: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom (The Art of Discipline: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom)

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If we went out for a meal (a rare treat in those days), our behaviour had to be exemplary:the worst sin of all was to annoy other diners. Rather different to nowadays when kids seems to take over the whole dining-room! We were well loved and they gave us everything that they could afford, but at the same time they showed us who was in charge. I’m Italian (please, forgive my English!), born in 1947, and reading your messages makes me think that my experience is not so different ! Sarah Forsyth and Lorna Davidson's accounts are very interesting, as well as the school days recollections of many people here.

I had four bare bottom spankings (two in front of other children, one in private and one in front of my class) when I was in junior school (7 - 11 yrs old). In addition, I remember having three bare bottom canings (two in private and one in front of a class - but not my class). I also had numerous spanking with trousers down. And .... To think that I was generally a good lad. In Karen’s case Mummy simply said, “I have signed it, and returned it already. Let me say this just once Karen. If you are ever punished at school, you will be punished again at home, understood?” I like spanking (a lot), because where I’m quite loud/dominant in my everyday life, I actually much prefer feeling more submissive in the bedroom,’ she tells us. Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” Sarah*, 44, likes being spanked because it calms her, and she’ll occasionally use toys to add to the impact.So to my intense embarrassment, I had to pull down my pants and show off my (very red and sore) bottom again – but it was better than a ‘top up’ over Dad’s knee right then. Rough justice? It was the way things were done, and infinitely preferable to all the mealy-mouthed 'free expression' etc, etc claptrap of today. At this point a real argument broke out. Katie splashed some water on me. “Do that again,” I threatened, “and see what happens to you!” To which Katie replied simply: “Well, you can’t hit me, because you know what Mum told you.” “I’m not scared of Mum!” I retorted. It was the school holidays – probably half term, and we had just finished our evening meal. All us kids were on a rota for mealtime chores – one would lay the table, one would clear away the dishes and the other two would wash and dry them. These arrangements alternated daily.

Mother looked very angry. She said: “Right. Until one of you owns up, every night you’ll all be going straight to bed after supper.” She was as good as her word, and the following night after school we all found ourselves in bed by 5pm. This sanction continued for about a week until I finally confessed. I was still not brave enough to tell my mother, so I told my father what I had done.My Garage Door Has A Gap At The Bottom On One Side Of The Door. What Is The Best Way To Eliminate The Gap? Mother looked very stern. “Mark, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt this time – but I tell you this: next time you hit your little sister, I’m going to pull down your trousers and pants, put you over my knee and thrash you within an inch of your life with the hairbrush. Do you understand me?” Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty. Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump.

Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. You’re not the only one – it’s one of the most common bondage activities, according to new research. Time to leave them, until the next time…Mummy is downstairs, putting the slipper away, until next time. She knows this will not be the last time it will be used, it will probably have just been the first of many. This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often!Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. The room was a combined lounge-diner. Auntie Deirdre got up, took a chair from under the dining table and placed it in the centre of the room, facing Mum’s wheelchair. Auntie Deirdre sat down on it, put the hairbrush down on her lap and called me to her side – which I did very reluctantly. Katie instantly screamed the place down as if I had half killed her, and I was trying to calm her down and apologise when Mother came rushing in. “Right!” she yelled at me, “you have had it, young man! What did I say would happen to you if you ever hit your sister again?” I vividly recall one instance when I was 10 years old. We lived close by a small stream and we kids had been forbidden to play near it for obvious safety reasons.