SPANKING MEMORIES (THE MEMORABLE SERIES)

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I did not know what to do, I could not believe parents had stolen my clothes and now required to go nude in front of them through actually public place as if I was younger then 8. But it was true. Feeling dizzy I took at least my sandals and then nothing, I stood to stand on place frozen with terror. After my 11 I started to have much more misbehavior than before so parents had to punish me more frequently and more strictly. For the most serious disobeying rules they had relative extreme punishments. About a year I was only spanked, sometimes on bare butt but pants was slipped off only as necessary for bare butt spanking. Spanking had to be gradually more frequent and more painful but it did not help enough. To spank me even more frequently and painfully was unacceptable from moral, health and legal limits. But then parents registered I am fairly shy (It seemed their preceding upbringing to free body had gone to nothing during my starting puberty.). So they started to use my shyness for my punishments usually in connection with spanking. Several-times they only threatened to tighten spanking by nudity („[name removed], next time you will receive the spanking absolutely naked“ and so on). But the threads led to nothing so once time they stripped me totally before spanking and after it had to stay naked till their permission to dress again (about 2 hours). I was almost 13. It worked very well, experience was horrible enough for me so parents had no reason for my punishment more then 3 months. So all next spankings were made only this way including my last spanking when I was 16. Sometimes they give me choice: More strict spanking and only a short time nudity after it or mild spanking and a longer nudity. For instance it could be choice between 45 strokes of hazel switch and 2 hours of nudity after it or 12 strokes and nudity for whole Saturday. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.

I th-thought you w-were gonna be l-late,”, I stammered! “Practice was called off,” she said with a smirk, “and now it’s time for you to honour your part of the deal. I’m going to spank you, just like momma.”“Please, no!” I begged. “I’ll do anything else you want but please don’t spank me!”Miss Wallman, who was headmistress of the girls’ school, was also extremely strict, but she was respected by us girls, and liked all the same. Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, Secretary Spanks Boss, In Front of Others

Because I was only beaten when I was thoroughly in trouble, for something for which I needed a salutory lesson, her punishments were not lightly administered. I viewed them with considerable trepidation and they weren’t easily forgotten. However, I would say that on every single occasion that I was beaten, the punishment was fully deserved and appropriate. In my experience (as someone who started school in the late 70s) we were terrified of the Deputy Head who was in charge of giving the pump. I never received it myself but he thought it was funny to roar across the room at children to come over to him now and, when you got there, scared, thinking you were in trouble, he'd laugh and ask you to take a message or some other job. Every so often, my mother used corporal punishment on me throughout my time at secondary school, right up to my leaving home for university. In my early years at secondary school, when I was in serious trouble and thoroughly deserved to be punished, she would discuss with me what ‘sentence’ I deserved, and usually I couldn’t disagree that a hiding was appropriate. If you break this rules you will get very strict spanking this evening in cottage and the rest of your vacancy you will be grounded, , naturally totally naked and spanked every Friday very strictly. Do you understand?“ During the walk parents talked about neutral things and acted as if nothing had happened. Only sometimes touched my stomach, butt or shoulders to make my posture more correct.Mother: „Be sure we are able to arrange your punishing only in front of people that agree with our methods and never will speak up for you.“ 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. Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. It gives colour to history - these are real lives, not something static, looking at how people coped with education of the time. News The teachers were strict, we got spanked with a slipper – but we loved our time at this Cambridge school

Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. For one thing, hers had no flap in the front and felt like silk, althought they were really probably nylon or acetate. I was also fascinated with her petticoats, which were very full, very frilly and very ‘girlish’. To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking 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.”

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. She turned on the TV and sat down, looking for all the world like a regular mum. Only she and I knew that five minutes earlier she had paddled my bottom good and sore. I do not enjoy, any mother will not enjoy, spanking until there is pain and increased pain, but my experience is that the average child, be he little tot or sturdy boy, will, after a few real spankings, make every effort to avoid such punishment and therefore, behave. But if I did transgress and do something contrary to their wishes (and it would usually be something about which I was myself ashamed), I would naturally and inevitably expect to be punished.

Tom laughed and my mum was laughing at my predicament, knowing full well how sensitive my behind must already be from our earlier encounter. Then, I heard Tom’s mum say ‘come here, birthday boy’ and I presented myself for my second spanking of the day. We had the 'strap' in secondary school (1984-1988). I never had or saw it myself but many of the boys did. 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.”What constitutes a good spanking? It stands to reason that the slaps should be not so hard and many in the case of a young pre-school child as in that of a sturdy boy of school age. However, you have exposed the bottom and have turned the child across the knee to cause sufficient pain. Firstly it happened when we were on holiday in mountains and I was 12 and a half year old. My parents decided to go whole day trip to the top of quite distant mountain. But I wanted to spend whole day near a close pond, because of it I was very horrid and cheeky. Afternoon, after several hours of my misbehavior parents lost their patience and going along a beautiful lake father said: „So if you long for water and swimming so much you can swim in this lake.“