I'm more prepared to consider as potentially realistic scenes involving bare bottom punishments in a domestic rather than a school setting, and this one is lovely and squirmy. Already with her bottom bared, and possibly already reddened by a hand spanking, this brat has been made to go outside, down the long gravel path to the garden shed, to retrieve the wooden paddle and bring it back to the house. Even if the garden is sufficiently secluded for there to be no risk of any neighbours seeing her she is clearly very embarrassed by the whole experience. Walking on gravel without any shoes would be a minor addition to the discomfort but nothing compared to what she knows her poor bottom will be feeling soon. You get the distinct impression that she's not in any hurry to get back inside the house.
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Oh dear for the very first time I disagree with you. I hate to say it but I find that picture faintly ridiculous as it is such an improbable scenario and heaven knows most do require an imaginative leap. Attractive girl and the pose is good but the setting...oh dear. Besides which walking on gravel in those lovely white socks.....ruined is what they'd be. I spent many summers as a boy going barefoot around the lanes wher I lived. Old Tom
She's a great girl with a youthful appeal and I've always wanted to try out an American paddle, although my implement of choice is, of course, the cane.
Harmless Hell on the bare, orthodox surface
Lovely post & evocation, dear James, thank you. Our curiosities are spiked once again. Y'all know the destination (bare, red princess botties!), but it's the nuanced journey, details & complexities that you elicit from our own thoughts, experiences & scenarios, James.
This scene reminds y'all of the fabled woodshed in Georgia !? But alas, it was a myth in suburban environs. Yes, for sure, it is a feature for naughty daughters in rural places (as often portrayed in films...& The Dukes of Hazzard ha-ha!), but for us urban folk we daughters gotten our bare, white backsides skelped rouge in the living room, James....not the woodshed (Oh dear! Fantasy gotten busted !)
As a Southern patriot, I am no fan of the paddle, James. Oh my! What heresy eh ? Well, no, and I said as much recently on your Blog (my comments on Friday, 1 March 2024, "Favourite for March") as I strongly praised the classic British plimsoll for reddening &smarting the sensitive, bare bottoms of naughty girls at home in the UK, 1950s-90s. The stingy, hard, light flexible plimsoll is ideal as a botty smacker for young daughters, with panties pulled down without exception, but the paddle elicits too much of a broad, blunt thud.
Moreover, the paddle can cause bruising or even injury. Having said that, I do like the small paddle in this photo, which this recalcitrant daughter is gonna feel burning her bare buttocks in the appropriate fashion. This smaller paddle is like mom's hairbrush or wooden spoon....so I approve.
I always advocate "cane to bare botty". I am 66, & was raised (1960s) to feel the sting of the cane on my bare backside from a young age (ditto for my sister).....and it sure taught me right from wrong. Oh my! The top quality, ultra-flexible, light, hard, thin rattan rod was ferocious on bare botty-skin, with my panties duly lowered to my knees by mother. That is the idea....and so I raised my daughters the exact same way with knicks-down canings when required for bad behaviour. "Harmless Hell" I call it....salutary, safe & total harmless. The bare buttocks are the ONLY target, not hands nor legs, that is cruel, not kind. My mother said canings were "kind in front of God" in the Christian, Southern Church tradition. I agree, James. Oh my! I use the term "ferociously kind". Caning clothed buttocks is farcical, James. I never entertained it, as my daughters ruefully recall.
My wonderful daughters are normal, typical Southern moms who also now keep the cane in the cupboard for my young granddaughters. I saw two naughty lil' girls punished recently for fighting & prolonged bad attitude. Mom fetched the dreaded "botty smacker". Two naughty girls stood by the sofa, hands on heads, petrified for sure! After scolding, mom then carefully unfastened, with experience (!), a whole bunch of poppers n buttons on their denim overalls, flipping the straps over their shoulders & slowly taking the dungarees down to a crumpled heap below their knees. Stood in their t-shirts, two pairs of cotton panties were revealed (same, identical brand each from the store, one pair pink with green flowers, the other, blue with yellow flowers....it was only plain, white panties for me & my sis back in the 1960s)
It's always rather theatrical & scary-heavy for such discipline: as mom then one by one, took hold of the waistbands & pulled their knicks down to their knees to expose two chubby, bare, squishy-soft botties which then gotten a darn good whooping with the rattan rod to turn them from snow white to rose red. Yes, it was noisy: but screaming princess brat cries n protests of forgiveness are duly ignored, thank the Lord.
This is just normal necessary traditional discipline in my book, James. I am purely an observer, but I sure give my support & advocacy to my loving, hard-working daughters who are strict, loving moms in the traditional Southern, Church-aligned guise.
Oh my! This girl in the photo is gonna get the same necessary heat to the seat, James.
CP good. PC bad.
Kind regards.
Brenda xx
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