There can be little doubt that the wooden back of a hairbrush can be a really scary thing. Wielded by a mother who is plainly furious for some reason, it doesn't seem that this girl's tears, protests and pleas will do much to save her from having a very sore bottom before very long. I think she'll spend tonight sleeping on her tummy.
(Sorry - can't identify the studio to give due credit here - anyone?)
3 comments:
We need a course to reteach mothers this essential skill.
Old Tom
Absolutely Old Tom, I quite agree. What an iconic photo James - paints a thousand words (or a thousand back porches red, already) No worries - I will not paint a thousand words :-)
My own mother sure used to teach that course back in the early 1960s, to other moms at coffee mornings in our Church group. It was par for the course for suburban living in Georgia. All conversations seemed about spankings already - or maybe my normal, good memory is just biased & muddled ! But my sister will concur with myself.
My own two daughters (now long-left-home in their 30s) would also say that I used to teach that exact course of "essential skill" too ! And moreover, they now thank me for it. They quickly discovered that the wooden or plastic hairbrush aka "mommy's best friend" had a dual-purpose already: it could be directly applied to the fairest, soft hair covering their heads, and could also be directly applied to the fairest, soft skin covering their bottoms !
Hairbrush to the bare botty - a daughter's rite of passage and a mother's duty ?!
This wonderfully chosen photo could adorn the front cover of my memoirs for myself, now at age 60. (Or perhaps the backside cover ! Oh my ! Please excuse the pun, James)
I was that naughty, bare bottomed daughter seen here, back the 1960s. And then I gotten to be that strict, loving mother shown here, raising two young girls in the 1980s - with jeans & panties suitably adjusted for the hairbrush exactly as shown, naturally !
Regards James & thank you.
Brenda xx
This male married a woman who mother did just that. I soon learned that it still is used today, on me. My wife had enough of my attitude and being told she had enough I was soon in the bedroom, she was scolding me like a child, and then told off with everything and best be ready when she came back. I stood waiting and when she returned with a hairbrush in her hand I pleaded, beg, promised to be good. Standing in the kitchen afterwards, facing the wall, very sore spanked bottom I was told to expect more spankings. The spanking was made worse when she called her mother, told what happened. When she hung up, she smiled, mother agreed and maybe will get a chance to see my very spanked bottom.
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