So, with obvious regret, you decide that you have no option but to give her six of the best with the senior cane. You instruct her to bend over, and confirm your suspicion that her non-approved short skirt isn't going to cover her bottom. Oh well, it was her choice, and fortunately it is so ridiculously short that it isn't going to interfere with you landing six very sharp strokes across her regulation knickers.
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That's a very "authentic" picture: grey pleated skirt; regulation maroon knickers (much more appealing than navy blue or bottle green, to my mind); white knee socks and flat shoes with a bar over the top. So different from most "schoolgirl" pictures where the "girls" wear stockings, suspenders and high heels after the fashion of the St Trinians ladies.
Now, where's that cane?
Wonderful post as always, James, thank you. The photo and angle is very powerful & nostalgic for y'all.
Your Blog is a great compromise between factual research & fantasy. As a Southern Belle myself, now age 60 ha-ha (& Southern from Georgia USA, not Surrey, England) I prefer facts to fantasy, for corporal punishment has been a constant in my life already: both as a strictly, Christian-raised child of the 1960s & then as a strict, loving, conservative mother to my two, now grown-up, daughters (1980s).
Your narratives are incisive, compelling & nostalgic (par for the course at my age, Oh my !!) & your Blog reminds me of the legendary Janus magazine/updated with a contemporary feel. Apologies for not commenting on your recent, excellent posts, I will endeavour to do so in good time.
For myself at home, as a daughter & mother, I am afraid to say it was the harsh sound of rattan cane smacking bare buttocks, not cotton knickers...
Those fab red panties (love them) are wonderfully stark and iconic, but when I gotten punished at home, growing up, my knickers had already gotten pulled down to my knees by mother, before I had to bend over the sofa in the living room. For baring my bottom, I had to stand still, hands on head listening to my scolding as mom tucked her hands under my dress & pulled my underwear to my knees. I always gotten to wear very "Christian-compliant" conservative clothes & so all my knickers were 1950s, large-style, soft-cotton- white, not red. Oh my !
With myself over the sofa (or mom's knee in early years) Mommy would then raise my skirt or pretty canary yellow Southern Belle dress clear of my sensitive, bare, porcelain-white buttocks, before giving me ("in front of God") a darn, sound spanking with the cane. Oh my !!
Our God-fearing mother (now in her 80s) wanted a proper "rod of correction" - sounded good at Church congregation. So she gotten a flexible, thin, rattan switch. Stung like Hell on a bare botty. That was the idea. Ferocious but completely harmless, James. Sister & me called this dreaded spanky-stick, the "hornets nest". We gotten it a bunch. And it was both salutary & necessary for us in my view !
As fair-skinned, sporty, outdoor girls (like this fairest girl in the photo) and with our Atlanta, golden sun tans and clearly-defined tan lines - a Georgia girl's trademark, naturally - I have a permanent childhood image of my lil' sister's tan lines & chubby, alabaster-white bum all bare and trembling (shorts & underwear around knees) waiting for her whooping with the cane from mom. And with my own bare, lily white botty next in the firing line. GULP ! We sure learned not to tell lies, James.
All whippings with the switch-cane were on the bare skin of our backsides throughout childhood, without exception. Our shorts & panties automatically gotten pulled down without thought or hesitation, James. It was traumatic but fair. That was the punishment.
A bare behind for parental CP was simply routine & normal for naughty daughters in traditional, Southern households in those 1960s (& still widely is now today !) & I then naturally gave the same punishment to my own young daughters (born 1980s)...like mother, like daughter: cane to the bare botty sure worked as loving CP. My girls are now in the 30s & are pro-spanking & thank me for my strict, traditional, Southern methods.
For sister & me, our other friends in our princess gang back in the 60s (our Church group, Bible Class & sports group) also gotten their dresses raised, panties lowered & their bare bums whooped by heir parents, & the leather "Southern strap" was more ubiquitous in homes than our rattan cane. Spankings over clothed bottoms were unheard of James...same in the UK & Europe at that distant time of yore. But it's still the same in strict Georgia/Texas etc today, albeit with a bigger PC wave, of course.
Kind regards, James.
Thanks & spanks.
Brenda xx
Back in the 1980s I knew a lady, then about 50, who'd been at a British girls' boarding school where they really did have knicker inspections. Unbelievable though it may be she had memories of the Deputy Head lifting the skirt of each girl to check they were wearing regulation school knickers.
Old Tom
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