I really was being punished. This was no play acting on her part, it was the real thing. The worst part was she was right. I should remember to write down the withdrawals, but for some reason I usually forget. Now my ass was paying for it, and if the warm up was any indication, it was going to be a long, painful evening. I didn’t know how right I was. Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride.

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I’ll stop when I’m good and ready,” she told me, “and for the next few days you’re going to think about why you got this whipping every time you sit down.” She gave me another thirty or so swats before she laid her paddle on the table and said, “that should be warm enough. Now I want you to get up and go in the bedroom. I’ll be in in a couple of minutes, and you know how I want you.”“Yes ma’am,” I replied standing up. “Tell me,” she demanded, wanting to hear it from me. So, are you telling me that is what you deserve? Are you saying that I should spank you for giving me the silent treatment all day, and trying to deny your hurtful intent? Tell me what you really feel, Steve. We both know I am not talking about a sexy little play-spanking, Steve. This is the real thing, punishment to change your behavior. Are you asking me to blister you with a hard paddling?” Well Mike, you can either take a spanking from me, now; or when we go to your mom’s place this weekend she will pull down your pants and spank you in front of me.”

Choose Display Mode

I remember being deep in conversation with Ellen as a group of men from the downtown office took a seat at a table next to us. I was standing beside their table. Since I vaguely knew them, I provided a cordial nod before returning to my conversation. After dessert Aunt Kay announced the “finale” of the weekend. Each husband was told to set a piece of furniture up until the whole room was rearranged for discipline. Aunt Kay had the guys stand against the wall in our underwear to wait our turn. Aunt Kay read each punishment card like a game show host. Jeez, I did exactly what you told me to. Why can’t you ever be satisfied? Maybe you should say ‘Thanks, Steve, for doing my banking.’ Or do it yourself.”

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The Vicar at Saint Hugh’s Church used her as an example many times. “If you are not sure what to do, go and see her, she’ll have probably done it before, she’s marvellous!”into the living room all the wives were facing me sitting behind the banquet table like a panel of judges. This was absolutely the most humbling experience I have ever had. I couldn’t even hold my head up. Aunt Kay explained that at this get together the women were going to be able to vent all their frustrations about their husbands and get the Mike, stand still and take this. Stop moving or I will have your mom show me how when we get there tomorrow night!”

Miss Bernadette

Classical conditioning is a type of behaviourism that falls within this area, and acts an automatic response to prior learning – i.e. the spanking can be linked to something you’ve experienced in the past.Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!” I was just about to mow the lawn when Debby called me and asked me to come into the living room. When I stepped in I saw that Debby and Sandra were sitting on the couch, there was a dining room chair facing the couch and Debby had her favorite hair brush in her hand. Debby told me to have a seat on the chair. She told me that she invited Sandra over to see how we handle problems in our house. She talked about men needing discipline to get control over themselves and all the benefits that a good spanking achieves. I got the feeling that it wasn’t so much a lecture for me, but a lesson for Sandra. I looked over to Sandra and although she still looked quite shy there was also a look of eagerness in her eyes. In July, 1895 the letter's to the Editor in the New York Evening World moved away from the pro's and con's of spanking older girls to the spanking of wives by there husbands and mother-in-laws.

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From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. Some choice! I was going to be spanked either way! My choice was to submit to my fiancé, or be humiliated by having to drop my pants and let her watch my mom reduce me to a sniveling, sobbing 10 year old. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be too hard on me, so I said, “Ok. You win!” As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.”As I rounded the corner from the hall to the living room, the scene before me took a minute to reconcile. Kat was sitting on one of the dinning room chairs, purposefully placed in the middle of the room. She was wearing Jeans and boots with a man’s white dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up. Her hair was combed and she was wearing makeup. She was seated with one leg elevated, the heel of her boot hooked over the bottom rung. She leaned forward, her right elbow on her knee with her fist under her chin. Her left forearm was lying across her leg,. In between her legs, from her hand, dangled her hairbrush.