Domestic Discipline

In the late nineteen forties, it was common practice for parents to punish their offspring with spanking. However, I reached a certain age in my formative years realizing I had never had one. It appeared that all my friends spent many a time having their bottoms smacked over their respective parent’s laps. However, it appeared that all I got was my privileges revoked for a period of time. I use to inform my friends that my mother does not smack me. One Saturday during the summer two friends and I went to the local movie and stayed there for over five hours. On the walk home, both my friends were moaning that they were going to get it good when they got home As we rounded the corner both my friends mothers were sitting on the front steps of our apartment houses My friends started to cry as ...

It must be remembered that in Britain in the 1950s, corporal punishment was widely used to discipline children. This discipline was carried out on boys and girls alike both in the home and at school. I well remember when I was younger visiting a friend of my mother. I was sent to the playroom with her friend’s daughter, Emily. After some naughtiness, Emily’s mother arrived and announced that she would have to be punished. My mother thought that as I was involved I should be included in the punishment. Her friend replied that she didn’t like to punish somebody else’s child, but if Mother assisted with Emily’s punishment, she would return the favor. Emily’s mother produced a small, thin cane from behind the toy cupboard while my mother held Emily’s hands behind her back and bent her over a t...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with spanking. I would come up with plans in my head to somehow get a spanking from my mum or grandma but would never follow through. The most I got was a playful ‘I’ll smack your bottom for you, young man!’ I was obsessed with the subject, always asking questions about spanking. One day, I went in the kitchen and Mum was washing the dishes. She was wearing a summer dress and I admired her for a minute, imaging myself draped over her legs getting some good hard smacks. With this in mind, and hearing grandma in the past talk about how she used to ‘tan her backside’, I asked Mum what it was like to get your bottom smacked and if she had ever asked for one. She smirked slighty, dried her hands and sat down at a kitchen chair, motioning me to...

It was the Monday afternoon of the last week before Christmas break in the late 1970s. By tradition, although not formally linked to any church, we had an annual advent service at the local Catholic Church, St Mary’s, which was only a stone’s throw from the school gates. The whole school would attend, the first years at the front and sixth formers at the back. Some of the singing was OK, but most of us still found it a chore as it was the same each year. Three of us were together in a row; Mary and Trish, like me, would rather have been anywhere else. We had to leave our bags in school to pick up after the service, but Mary realised she had a pen in her coat pocket. She opened the hymn book stored on the shelf in front of her and drew noughts and crosses frame at the bottom of one the page...

Thirty-five years ago, I was sent away from Georgia to a New England boarding school in the days when they accepted students as early as eighth grade.Among the day students were Tommy Springer, a cousin of mine who lived nearby with his widowed mother, my Aunt Betsy.Since Tommy and I were both small for eighth-graders – we looked about two years younger – and were unathletic in a school that placed an emphasis on sports, we found ourselves somewhat excluded from the rough and tumble clubbiness of high school.This situation along with many common interests and family ties drew us together and we were quickly inseparable.About two weeks into the semester, Tommy got a D on the first math quiz and fretted for the rest of the day as if he had flunked the final exam.At some point, I finally aske...

I may have inadvertently given the impression that I received the bulk of the spankings doled out in my family. The truth is that while I certainly earned and received my share, all of my siblings shared the same fate for similar actions. This is the story of one of the times at our house, but neither of them were on me. The Annual Fireman’s Carnival was (and still is!) a big event in this small rural town. Games, rides, food and friends attract the town to the carnival, and with the proceeds benefiting the group that may some day save your home if not your life the expense is really negligible. For many of us small town folk this is quite a happening. For me growing up out here in the sticks – and for the rest of the community – long before the development Disney and Six Flags parks, the ...

Momma spanked me today. I bet you’re not surprised but I sure was! I think momma took a class in spanking because she sure woulda gotten an “A” for this one. Anyway it was nap time here. I hate naps worse than broccoli and green beans altogether! Momma always has me lie down for a while when we don’t have school. She thinks naps are good for kids. I think she just wants me out of her hair for a while. Momma gave me and Lisa lunch and then she told us we were going to take a nap. Li’l Miss Perfect , that’s my sister Lisa, just smiled at her and yawned. I swear that girl does that stuff just to make me look bad! Lisa took her plates to the sink and then told momma she was real sleepy. I just rolled my eyes and let out a big sigh. Momma looked at me and asked me why I can’t just once take a n...

It was just two months since Randy had arrived at the small Christian college in Tennessee and began renting an inexpensive room in the home of Mrs. Susan Symington. Since her husband had run off with an eighteen-year-old girl who worked at a local supermarket. Mrs Symington has supplemented her income as a nurse by renting an extra bedroom to a series of college students. Randy was the latest Randy and Davey sat down at the table with Mrs Symington while Aunt Carolyn brought the dinner out. It was one of her specialties, lasagna, and it didn’t take long before the four of them were pitching into generous helpings and talking up a storm. After dinner, Randy and Davey cleared the table and did the dishes while the two women retired to the parlor for coffee. When the boys finished cleaning u...