The Art of Discipline: v. 1: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom (The Art of Discipline: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom)

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I got no mercy, and in the end Mother put her hands on the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down herself. For a moment my underpants stayed where they were. But this false hope was dashed as she placed her fingers inside the waistband of my pants and yanked them down to my knees.

I protested in no uncertain terms and refused to bend over and take my punishment. Eventually, Mother said: “Fine. But I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not over that settee, when you’re father gets home I will tell him to take you out to the shed, strip you naked and thrash you within an inch of your life.” It was a two-hour drive and a boring one for kids. Hannah and I both kept asking that age-old question: “Are we there yet?” Hannah’s mom did her best to distract us and got us some play some car games. While it was fun for a while, we soon got bored again. We didn’t sit nicely and were a little too loud , which earned us a lecture.Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!”

My dad has really bad knees and can barely make it up the stairs. I'm thinking of buying a stair lift. Does anyone know how much a stair lift costs and where to buy one? I agree that this is over. He may not have told you the whole truth about everything, but it sounds pretty genuine when he says he didn't take enough of a break after his last relationship before taking up with someone else. The hairbrush went about its work efficiently and I remember screaming ‘oh God, oh God, oh God!’ To which Mothjer replied: “There’s no point calling him – he’s not going to save you!” All the while, my eyes were fixed on that piece of coal on the floor. The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.”I gave it mainly to the older children – mostly boys, of course! Very few girls. I can’t remember anyone younger than eight having it. And it had to be pretty serious – hitting another children, danger to life and limb, insolence to their class teacher, that sort of thing. Mother was naturally furious that such an expensive toy had been broken and she called my brother and eldest sister down to join us to try to establish who had damaged it. I would have been 10, my brother John 12 and sister Katie eight. My other sister was too very young at the time, so was not on mother’s list of suspects. In the first few weeks, he told me that he really loved me but now he says he doesn't think he did love me after all – and doesn't miss me. He says that he should have taken ‘time out’ after his last relationship before starting up with me. Yes, his tendency may be to do with the unkind way in which he was brought up – but really that is not of much relevance to you now, I'm afraid. Sorry.

Another component released in the body during this act is endorphins – also known as the happy hormone – and you’ll also see a boost in cortisol levels, which reduces feelings of stress. Comerscroft wrote:Well, as an eight-year old, I was 'dared' to go into a neighbour's garden and pull up her flowers because we didn't like her, nor she us. Unfortunately, she caught me and I was dragged round to my house where me father answered the door to this irate woman while I cowered behind the porch. Once we had all been given a good hiding, Mother again called on the guilty party to confess. Of course, nobody did. For one thing we were all far too busy crying, nursing our sore bums, and of course we all feared confession would lead to another dose of that slipper, or worse. A good spanking session releases endorphins that give you pleasure (Picture: Ella Byworth for Metro.co.uk)

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Simon was around two and a half when he first felt my hand across his bottom. My wife Polly and I had agreed prior to his birth (with that characteristic naive optimism of first-time parents) that spanking was old-fashioned and unnecessary; in fact, frankly, we felt that it was cruel and barbaric. john on Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. Katie instantly screamed the place down as if I had half killed her, and I was trying to calm her down and apologise when Mother came rushing in. “Right!” she yelled at me, “you have had it, young man! What did I say would happen to you if you ever hit your sister again?” We have never had a discussion about this, but this pattern continued after our other two boys arrived and began going over Mummy or Daddy’s knee for discipline. Harry, our second boy, was conceived during a passionate post-spanking lovemaking session, so he owes his life to Simon’s naughtiness! I can’t be sure about James, our youngest, but no doubt his naughty big brothers contributed to his own conception.

Well, of course, I knew full well what she had told me – indeed, I’d had many a wank thinking about it – but I replied sullenly: “Don’t know”. Mother looked daggers at me. “I will ask you again, Mark – what did I say would happen?” “I…I can’t remember.”Well, it wouldn't be punishment if it didn't make you uncomfortable in some way. Punishment *hurts*, and people don't like it - that's what makes it punishment. If something doesn't hurt or people don't mind having it, it's not punishment, and is unlikely to have much deterrent value. Next let's turn to the question of his sexuality. In the UK, an astonishing number of men are into walloping girls' bottoms and generally ‘dominating’ them. 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!” Which guy do I choose? A) The nice guy who works hard and exactly fits my type but barely has chemistry with; or B) The rich kid who's flunking school but I actually have chemistry with? I held no grudges against my mother or the headmaster as I deserved what I got and perhaps a little more discipline like that could help to solve some of the problems with kids nowadays.