Charlotte arrived home after being sent there for the rest of the day for fighting at school. The maid opened the front door to let her in and whispered to Charlotte that the headmistress had phoned and had a very long conversation with her father. He was in his study and had left instructions that Charlotte was to report there immediately on arrival. The maid tried to sound sympathetic but they both knew Charlotte wasn't going to talk him 'round this time. Charlotte also knew that the maid would be outside the study door listening in - and Charlotte had an uncomfortable feeling she was going to get a good hiding for this one.
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Apart from the maid bit, this feels very familiar!
Great post James. Yes, do please tell us more Charlotte ?!
I love James Blog as it reminds me of my personal experiences...of reality already, rather than superfluous fantasy !
Same for myself. I gotten raised in a strict, religious house in the good Ol' South (Georgia) in the 1960s. Naughty behaviour meant I gotten to feel the smack of the cane on my bare botty in the living room. For sure, the good Ol' dreaded, Southern flexible switch gotten kept in the cupboard for my lil' sister and me. It stung like Hell, but was a normal, harmless fact of family life !
No PC, timeouts, naughty steps or any wishy-washy nonsense existed. It was "spare the rod, spoil the child", total. Corporal punishment was just normal & advocated by the Church.
And no, despite Gone With The Wind icons...we sure gotten no maid either :-)
But we sure gotten a balanced Georgia experience of Bible Classes, Church, outdoor sports and bare bottom whoopings !
Sure worked for me already !
Brenda xx
I was seeing a girl I met at college. Lived at home, mother was single, old fashion. Learned that her mother still spanked her, her home her rules. Dropped by one Sunday afternoon, heard what I thought was a spanking happening. Her mother answered the door, hairbrush in hand and said her daughter will be out in a few. I listen to the spanking and when she appeared, she was rubbing her bottom. The mother looked at me, young man, house rules, to the bedroom, I found myself doing as told. I stood before this woman, she was sitting, my pants and underpants pulled down and when I left the room, I was bare from the waist down, rubbing, and saying I was sorry. We both stood facing the wall, her mother pulling her daughter pants and panties down and her bottom was very red, just like mine. I married her, she is the one giving the spankings when needed and her mother on a few times has also spanked me.
How come I find that previous account more than somewhat unlikely???
You find it unlikely James because it is so obviously a very common male fantasy. Harmless enough but really should not have been allowed up. Sorry.
Old tom
Sadly Old Tom I have to agree. I've relied on a fairly automated approach to moderation up to now but may have to make it manual
Oh My ! This image evokes such powerful feelings of spanking nostalgia & rueful experiences in strict, traditional upbringings & homes, James. At this festive time of year it is the Ghost of Spankings past, present & future, if you will James.
This photo of Charlotte reminds me of the corporal punishment I gotten ( a whole bunch!) from mother back in the 1960s & 70s as a lil' girl growing up in Georgia. But yes, this was the South and still is the American South today.
I am 66 in the New Year, & this photo also takes me back to being a mom myself in the 1980s/90s raising my two daughters. Yes, in summary, I would be following my girls (like Charlotte here) with the cane to inflict some salutary discomfort on their sensitive, bare, white botties. For sure, that was the punishment. And I took their panties down for the cane every time so it would sting. I remembered my own strict, religious, Christian upbringing & so I was very strict with my two girls but also kind & fair. It sure taught them right from wrong. CP worked for them and for me, James.
Now today, the image of Charlotte above is still very poignant. My young granddaughters have graduated to firm discipline from their strict, loving moms (AKA my daughters, now in their thirties). It is still typically Southern. Groundings are used but moreover, if the girls cross boundaries & are quite naughty then the rod of correction is fetched by mom (our family are avid Church attendees) This "botty smacker" is a same, flexible, quality rattan cane like I gotten across my own bare buttocks from my mom back in the day, many epochs ago !
My misbehaving granddaughters are taken to the living room: protests are ignored, scolding is fierce, their hands quickly go upon their heads, and without exception, pretty dresses are raised & cotton panties are taken down to their knees, so that the cane can do its necessary, salutary, stingy and harmless work on tender bare bottoms (duly guided & bent over the armchair under tear & duress) to good effect, just as it did for their mothers' and their grandmother's bare backsides (yours truly) in yore. I am not involved in their discipline today per se, but I naturally give my daughters my best, firm opinion on their own good, parental guidance & learning techniques, reminding them both of their own appropriate punishments in yore !!!
Wonderful, visceral photo, image & post, thank you, James.
Kind regards & good thanks.
Brenda xx
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