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I stood (as was expected on these occasions) in front of her for the inevitable pulling down of my pyjama bottoms & the scolding (fully exposed) that preceded the command “over you go”. Especially when she got to the subject of how she & the school viewed & administered discipline and how she expected her “new girls” to have accountability, honesty, integrity & discipline. Some of my early masturbations were imagining I was a girl getting a bare bottom spanking at a church fete, or some similar event.

My mother was brimming with pride as we made our way home on the bus, however I vividly remember her warning to me (not word for word obviously as it was a loooong time ago – but now in my own words) I got out of bed as mum sat down on my bed; and, unbeknown to me slid the slipper under my pillow out of sight. Again all I seemed to hear from her speech – as a timid prospective 1st year girl – was the “D” word …. DISCIPLINE, DISCIPLINE, DISCIPLINE) 😳😳😳😳

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So immediately we had finished the dishes (in an awkward silence !) mum told me I was to go upstairs and get washed & changed into my pyjamas for bed & that she would be up shortly after she put the things away.

Karen, I expect you to be a good girl at school – you heard what Mrs Charlton (the headmistress) said about responsibility? AND … you heard what she said about discipline? Now remember what I’ve told you before young lady … if you misbehave and get a punishment at school … you WILL be punished at home as well … NO exceptions” …. understood? “Oh and another thing young lady … I’ve already signed & returned the form permitting the use of corporal punishment … so beware young lady” ! Until that fateful day, (which of course was just waiting to happen) when, I was given my 1st detention slip 😳😩 Please forgive my interpretation of conversations …. this was so long ago I have had to put words together that I THINK were said (or words I remember my mother using at times) … I hope that’s ok ? Mummy very rarely used the word spanking. In a strict voice, either upstairs or pointing upstairs, which was the most common place for discipline, she would use phrases like this…

She outlined how it was her way that the expected her girls to take responsibility and be answerable for their actions and pointed out that she was; (supported by the school governors) in favour of the detention process, the writing of lines & other punishment tasks; and, when she (as headmistress) deemed necessary ….. corporal punishment, to achieve the best for “her girls”.

I can recall being the topic of conversations at the kitchen table (and being present or within earshot) where not only my “crime” was discussed, but also the details of my punishment (or pending punishment) were openly debated between my mother & another mother (WI friend) a Female neighbour or maybe my aunt if she were there. But if a girls mum, was, like most in the W.I. Or Mothers Union, then then they had to behave. Or else! In the steam trains avenue of my mind, they call the early to mid-sixties the ‘Glory Days’, steam was King, and all the little railway lines were still open. England looked well kept and tidy, jobs for all….And best of all, naughty girls got spanked. So, the title to this is as you see, the Glory Days of Spanking. NOTE : unusually for me in a story, the photos are not mine (in the first sections anyway, I have copied them from my vintage sections)One of the things that has been whirling around in my mind (due to all my thinking about my schoolgirl & teenage times 😉) was how matter-of-fact and nonchalantly my mother & her friends/neighbours and my aunt would openly discuss their naughty offspring’s (ie mine) misdemeanours & consequent punishment.