The Art of Discipline: v. 1: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom (The Art of Discipline: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom)
About this deal
As I say, I was a good boy for a long time, but such is the nature of small boys that they can’t be good for too long. I forget exactly what I had done naughty, but one afternoon, soon after I got home from school, Mum exploded on me and said: “Right – I’m ringing Auntie Deirdre!” I begged her not to but she was having none of it. She scooted her wheelchair over to the telephone and made the call. It was a relatively short one. Iwasn'thappywhenmymumdiditandIwouldn'tdoittomyownkids.Idon'tresentherforitthough.Iguessitdependsontheparentandtheirmorals. At that, Katie ran out into the garden to tell Mother and to show her the mark on her arm. Mother came in and asked me why had I hit my sister. I thought I could worm my way out of this tight corner – and even if not, the consequences would not be that bad either way as I was nearly 15.
While it may not have been spoken about openly until recently, spanking has been around for centuries – but why are we such fans of this particular kink? The thing that I like most about being spanked is that it releases endorphins and makes me feel calm,’ she tells us.
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!” Around three weeks afterwards, the unthinkable happened – and I got my last ever spanking from Mother. 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.”
There can be a fine line between pleasure and pain, and erotic spanking can be just on the right side of that line,’ Dr Spelman, tells Metro.co.uk. Now remember, you girls,” he said when both of us had had our tushes thoroughly warmed, “we only spank you because we love you, and to help you learn right from wrong. Now, stay here until dinner time, and have a good think about what you did.” I held no grudges against my mother or the headmaster as I deserved what I got and perhaps a little more discipline like that could help to solve some of the problems with kids nowadays.If we went out for a meal (a rare treat in those days), our behaviour had to be exemplary:the worst sin of all was to annoy other diners. Rather different to nowadays when kids seems to take over the whole dining-room!
In Karen’s case Mummy simply said, “I have signed it, and returned it already. Let me say this just once Karen. If you are ever punished at school, you will be punished again at home, understood?” We have never had a discussion about this, but this pattern continued after our other two boys arrived and began going over Mummy or Daddy’s knee for discipline. Harry, our second boy, was conceived during a passionate post-spanking lovemaking session, so he owes his life to Simon’s naughtiness! I can’t be sure about James, our youngest, but no doubt his naughty big brothers contributed to his own conception.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. Rough justice? It was the way things were done, and infinitely preferable to all the mealy-mouthed 'free expression' etc, etc claptrap of today. 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.