I could see him thinking frantically. He knew that if he attempted to prove it, by the mid morning break it would be all over the school that he'd had my trousers off. Eventually he gave up.

Skirt length was, of course, a burning topic in the early 1960s. The tunic or dress had to cover the knees, and however much we might complain, this was non-negotiable. A girl who put up her tunic to make a mini-sldrt and wore it to school was sent straight home, and dealt with for defiance. We walked slowly to the office door and stood outside. There was still some time to go until the assembly was dismissed. Suddenly Lindsey said something to me. I realised that my hands had been subconsciously rubbing the seat of my short trousers. I jerked them away and looked up at Lindsey. method of punishment. The model rules were intended to mark an advance in this and other directions and the Secretary of State regrets that he could not agree to so serious a modification.Although we considered bad behaviour in general somewhat disreputable and beneath us, certain crimes, as we called them, commanded respect. To have to see the headmistress for misbehaviour on a public bus was unthinkable. To have to see her for reading Ulysses was an entirely different matter – particularly if the ‘criminal’ had a witty observation about the book to entertain her friends with.

When it lasted several minutes father came from the pathway, took my hands and put me on the pathway. „No, Daddy, please, I can't go only in sandals. I am frightened somebody will see me. I am punished enough, please do not do it, I am ashamed too much.“ I was scrounging more loudly and started to cry and be hysterical. My desperate strife to give father the slip failed, he was stronger and resolute. After the short match we were on pathway and father slap my face several times to stop my scrounging and my panic. Then he said: „Firstly you will walk between us and you will be relaxed and calm, no cry, no half-hysteric scenes. Secondly your body is healthy so you will have correct posture, no slouching, no downcast head, hands along your body, no covering of anything. Is it clear?“ Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”I stuttered out everything including possible punishing. Then mother borrowed me a paper handkerchief to blow my nose and dry my face from tears and we got off.

At that moment the deputy head's phone rang. He answered it which gave us extra thinking time. It was then I remembered something that he'd said in assembly. According to him we were now 2nd Years and the senior pupils in that particular playground, and as such we were obliged to set a good example for the 1st Years. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home.

My first bare bottom spanking was exactly 2 weeks before my 7th birthday. I was 1 or 2 boys who got spanked and I didn't know it was going to be on the bare until he told me we had to take down our pants because his Gram always spanked that way. I pulled them down to my ankles - he had done it that way too - and when she came into the bedroom we were both bare. She took my friend over her knee and told me to watch what was going to happen because my bare bum was next. Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours. The researchers hope their study ultimately will help parents use positive discipline and less punishment, he said. Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. I'd somehow got through my first year of senior school without being caned. One morning I awoke to find there had been a heavy snowfall overnight. The deputy head wasted no time in the 2nd Year assembly that morning telling us that any boy caught throwing snowballs would be caned. (The girls never got caned at our school. Sexist bastards).