All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. Boy, was I wrong! The demise of her spanking brush seemed to anger Mother even further, and reaching down, she removed the hard-soled sandal from her right foot. Then she proceeded to thrash me into the next week. 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. 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! Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”

She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home.Father obviously told Mother, who in turn told my brother and sister that I was the one responsible for their sore bottoms and a week of early bedtimes. Not surprisingly, my siblings gave me the cold shoulder for a very long time afterwards. Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! Mother looked grim. “Well, it was certainly one of you, wasn’t it? I’m going to count to three and if the person who did this is not stood in front of me with their hand up, you’re all in for it!’” The count to three seemed to go on for ages – we all looked worried and nervous as to what would happen next. A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community. You also won’t be surprised to hear that Katie took every opportunity to tease me about my spanking, telling me in no uncertain terms exactly what she had seen that evening and taunting me: “You never know, Mark – you may even develop soon!”

The child would be given a Punishment Slip, detailing the offence and the punishment, that they had to take home, get a parent to sign and return the next day to my office. Some children you felt a bit sorry for at that point, because you knew they’d probably be going home to another dose.Fact is you've already made the choice, rich and poor should never have entered the question " IF" ... 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!” So, if you had stayed with him you'd probably have had decades of being beaten 'for fun' or 'excitement'. Whatever his problem areas are, I doubt very much if you could have helped him. Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles.

I’m one of four siblings, having an older brother and two younger sisters. I was brought up during the 80s and 90s in a loving but very strict home. Father worked very hard to make ends meet and put food on our plates. We were not rich – in fact, we were often only just above the breadline – but we never went without and we always seemed to be happy.

It was a two-hour drive and a boring one for kids. Hannah and I both kept asking that age-old question: “Are we there yet?” Hannah’s mom did her best to distract us and got us some play some car games. While it was fun for a while, we soon got bored again. We didn’t sit nicely and were a little too loud , which earned us a lecture. Around three weeks afterwards, the unthinkable happened – and I got my last ever spanking from Mother. 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.

The cane was given with the child bending over a chair, hands on the seat. I had a classroom chair which I kept in the far corner of my office for the purpose. This was the right height for the child to bend over so their bottom was in the right position. 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. The incident happened at a private school I attended, which took both boys and girls. The year was 1967, and everyone in that class would have been seven or eight years old at the time. 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. 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.The phrases "don't speak until you are spoken to", "waste not, want not", "no dumb insolence", "respect your elders and betters" were drummed into us, and I can't say that it did us much harm! The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. I protested in no uncertain terms and refused to bend over and take my punishment. Eventually, Mother said: “Fine. But I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not over that settee, when you’re father gets home I will tell him to take you out to the shed, strip you naked and thrash you within an inch of your life.”