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

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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Well, Simon, what have you been up to?” she asked. Before I could open my mouth, it became clear that this was a question not really aimed at me, as Mum described my misbehaviour, adding to the list one or two little sins I thought had been ignored or forgotten. By now really embarrassed, I went a bit further up the garden so I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but then my mother shouted at me: “Simon! Come here!” 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. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.

At that, Katie ran out into the garden to tell Mother and to show her the mark on her arm. Mother came in and asked me why had I hit my sister. I thought I could worm my way out of this tight corner – and even if not, the consequences would not be that bad either way as I was nearly 15. Can we deal with the 'dumping' issue first? He could hardly have told you any more clearly that the relationship is over. Barring some surprising change of mind by him, I'm afraid that is it. I remember this from childhood as a quaint little story, even quite amusing in places. Corporal punishment was merely a consequence of continually getting it wrong. It didn't strike me as unfair. But can you imagine a writer trying to get that published today?

Wearing underwear (boys and girls mixed) was common up to the mid 80's at least. I know for 100% certain because I was a teacher at a primary school between 1984 - 1989. All children were required to wear PE top and shorts. If they forgot, they knew they would have to do PE in just their underwear. And ... They would have to walk outside, en-route to the hall or, if it was raining, walk through another class of children and down the school corridor. Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. 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. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and sheer panic beginning to set in. I knew that I would be in serious trouble if I owned up to the accident. After pondering my dilemma for a while, I eventually decided to show my mother the toy but sat that I had found it on the upstairs landing, already broken.

As I say, I was a good boy for a long time, but such is the nature of small boys that they can’t be good for too long. I forget exactly what I had done naughty, but one afternoon, soon after I got home from school, Mum exploded on me and said: “Right – I’m ringing Auntie Deirdre!” I begged her not to but she was having none of it. She scooted her wheelchair over to the telephone and made the call. It was a relatively short one. 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. Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too! A good spanking session releases endorphins that give you pleasure (Picture: Ella Byworth for Metro.co.uk)Relieving to know it was quite a normal cultural thing - also hugely glad we are no longer in the 70s. Once we had all been given a good hiding, Mother again called on the guilty party to confess. Of course, nobody did. For one thing we were all far too busy crying, nursing our sore bums, and of course we all feared confession would lead to another dose of that slipper, or worse. Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!”



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