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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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?” Unbeknown to most of the class, during the lunch break the two boys in question had forced a younger pupil to swallow some marbles. Their victim had been taken to the local hospital as a precaution, but was not seriously harmed – presumably the doctors believed nature would take its course, and the boy would eventually just poo them out again.

Please help me make sense of all of this as I just don't know what to do for the best. Do I pursue him or do I leave him alone? Out of the participants, the submissive (i.e. the one getting spanked) saw an increase in cortisol, but the dominant (the person spanking) did not. Comerscroft wrote:Well, as an eight-year old, I was 'dared' to go into a neighbour's garden and pull up her flowers because we didn't like her, nor she us. Unfortunately, she caught me and I was dragged round to my house where me father answered the door to this irate woman while I cowered behind the porch.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.” 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.” Classical conditioning is a type of behaviourism that falls within this area, and acts an automatic response to prior learning – i.e. the spanking can be linked to something you’ve experienced in the past.

Hearst UK is the trading name of the National Magazine Company Ltd, 30 Panton Street, Leicester Square, London, SW1Y 4AJ. Registered in England. All Rights Reserved. There are a couple of ways depending on the type of springs on the door, and the type of weather seal.... Even after witnessing this event, I still felt no arousal about spanking. However, a few weeks later I had what can only be described as an awakening. Polly was away for the weekend with an old university friend, and Simon and I were at home alone.I’ve been thinking about writing about my spanking history for some time. As today is particularly wet and horrible, it seems like the perfect opportunity to pass some time. Well, of course, I knew full well what she had told me – indeed, I’d had many a wank thinking about it – but I replied sullenly: “Don’t know”. Mother looked daggers at me. “I will ask you again, Mark – what did I say would happen?” “I…I can’t remember.”

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. Ok so here are some old pictures that I have re done in full 1080 HD. This is a new format and way of producing the images they will all be in 16X9 (like a wide screen TV). Also soon I will be adding some animated sequences top the stories, even some short films. Well, it wouldn't be punishment if it didn't make you uncomfortable in some way. Punishment *hurts*, and people don't like it - that's what makes it punishment. If something doesn't hurt or people don't mind having it, it's not punishment, and is unlikely to have much deterrent value. 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.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?” 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.

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!” I love spanking others but I really hate getting spanked. I’ve had it done to me before but I just find it annoying, partly because I don’t have much of a bum and it just irritates me more than anything. 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. I was six or seven at the time. It was a beautiful summer and it was arranged that I should go with Hannah and her parents to a summer house they had rented for a couple of weeks. I was more than happy with this plan – I loved Hannah and her parents. Hannah was like a sister to me and her folks were like second parents.As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.” 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. Then, I had to get dressed and was taken round to the neighbour's house where I had to apologise and explain why I had done this. I can't remember what I said, but on return to my home, I was then sent to bed without any supper. 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. I agree that this is over. He may not have told you the whole truth about everything, but it sounds pretty genuine when he says he didn't take enough of a break after his last relationship before taking up with someone else.