Isn't it strange - we've got used to better and better quality of colour images and videos - I often think it's quite sad that some of the material from ten years ago is not to the standards we expect today despite the selfless participation of all concerned.
And yet, sometimes you come across a black and white image that is anything but high quality, and yet just because it's lacking the best standards, it makes you think for a moment that just maybe this was someone managing to grab a quick image of the real thing.
And yet, sometimes you come across a black and white image that is anything but high quality, and yet just because it's lacking the best standards, it makes you think for a moment that just maybe this was someone managing to grab a quick image of the real thing.
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I take the point you're making but surely not that photograph!
Old Tom
Although you might be right in some of the spanking material from days gone, may not be up to par, in photo clarity. Nostalgic Wise, I have always loved the ones, where the naughty female, be she young, or mature wore garter-belts and stockings, that accented her naked rear end.
Church moms' coffee mornings in the 1960s. Vintage memories of childhood.
Wonderful vintage photo here in monochrome, James. Of course, y'all reassured that this girl gotten the cane across her bare backside from her mom n pop at home as a feature of normal, strict 1950s parenting. I always maintain that CP at school is over clothed buttocks. But CP at home is over unclothed buttocks! That is my own experience as a 1950s child & also a former spanker-mom of two daughters (still a mom of course ha-ha! But my girls are now grown up lae 30s & not spanked by me, I should qualify!)
Lovely cute coffee mornings in 1960s
Oh my! One of my cutest, strongest memories of childhood in the early 1960s was the coffee mornings (very trendy from the 1950s onwards!) that my mother organised for the church moms. Moms took turn to host these coffee mornings in y'all suburban houses. It was mainly my young girlfriends from the church who attended as they were my local neighbourhood besties, my play mate peers from church & also school, Bible class etc. Siblings would attend, naturally. All very fun & swell.
Oh my! It was all very 1950s: arch conservative, cute & wholesome. And the subject of spanked bottoms always seemed to arise. Any fighting or recalcitrance between girls would see alabaster-white botties bared & smacked with a maternal hand or a hairbrush (handily retrieved from a fashionable purse). The Southern moms were smartly dressed in their finery, if slightly more casual than attending Sunday church.
My mother would look after the young moms of the church. When discipline questions arose, my mom was succinct & resolute with advice - lift up their dresses, pull down their panties & tan their bare bottoms good n hard with the implement of choice (hairbrushes, spoons & mainly the Southern leather straps as girls gotten older).
At age 7, much to my complete horror & chagrin (!!) our dear mom bought a new, terrible, flexible, quality, rattan cane as the "botty smacker" for sister & me going forward. GULP! GULP!
Oh my! So she would show the moms her brand, spanking new (pun intended) purchase for daughterly management - whipping it across her palms proudly. She explained in unsparing detail, to the approving moms, how it was very effective & necessary to apply it to Brenda's naughty, bare botty!
It was a lil' bit cringing (if rather exciting to hear) and I knew that when the moms looked at lil' Ol' me, they envisaged myself, bent over the sofa, my 1950s, canary yellow dress hoisted, my 1950s, cotton, white panties down to my knees & my rather chubby, whiter-than-dazzling-white botty, contrastingly framed by my stark, golden sun tan lines (par for the course, in the South!), bent over the sofa awaiting the cane. The moms sure approved of our household cane for Christian whoopings, & some of them even subsequently adopted the cane for their own daughters (but the strap was more common for sure).
Y'all accepted that bare bottom canings or strappings were an essential aspect of family life. My mother would tan our bare behinds with that cane for many years hence, and she then tanned her granddaughters' (my own two girls') bare backsides with the same cane too...notably when I was hard at work in the corporation in downtown Atlanta mo's childcare was essential). Thank y'all mothers for darn good lessons with the rod on our bare seats of learning!
Bravo church coffee mornings!
Thank you, James.
Brenda xx
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