From Brenda...

Botty tangentals ....and spanking incidentals.
And tails of woe & tales of nostalgia.
In yore.
"Spare the rod, spoil the child".
For a while ?
No. Pray, for ever. Child.

We girls were more clever than the boys :-)
But we had to work harder. Smarter. Faster. Higher. Stronger.
We worked twice as hard to get half as far.
Aspiration. Inspiration. perspiration....and "cane to bare botty"
CP not PC.
Salutary.
Harmless.

(Did I mention the STINGY?)
The rod from Authority.
And the Almighty.
Performative. Goody two -shoes. Feminism and more ....white botties red. Galore.
Tender-bottomed princess brats defeated and SORE
Oh the cane in yore !

Age is not a number, B. It is protocol. Is a naughty girl old enough to pull her panties down for the cane ? Or does mommy have to do it....our hands on heads for the botty reveal.
For the moment of truth.
Age is not a number, B. it is concrete.

The hornets nest is best
For a naughty lil' pest !
With her her dress up and her panties down.
Pray, it's the seat of learning

Learning - & yearning (for escape & freedom)
Freedom not to have your bare bum tanned - at home, on the beach, in the mall, in store.
By chaperones or baby sitters before.
By kind spanking nannies & mad, Spartan grannies
By loco parentis
Or your monster-mom boss (and even her apprentice)

And those boring air stewardesses with hats n fine dresses
(and silly, long fantasy stories in Janus
The Captain's sjambok piloting your anus)

Janus Readers' Letters were ace: editors apace. To wit and I quote:
" a sensible knickers down caning" for daughters.
" a good bare bottom caning".
That was the totem. Guidance notes. The mark.
In good, strict homes - a schoolgirl's cane whistled cane on naked bottom tones
A seminal moment. Goodness, a spark.
CP not PC.
Volumes 8 & 9. Yes they were mine.
In Georgia SA
In 1979

Coffee mornings were in. Groundings were out (except coffee)
The daily grind.
Yet bare botty canings were "kind"
What ? So said my mom. And neighbours too.
"Biblical switchin's" were "normal & necessary".
Who knew ?
Yes, I knew.
I know !
Yes folks, parents who care, cane on the bare.
Indeed, that is fair.

So groundings were not yet invented.
Not in the sixties for naughty lil' pixies.
Nor were naughty steps. Or time outs
But well-smacked bottoms certainly WERE
(and panties pulled down was de rigueur)
So said all the Church moms.

And Doh ! Smart phones did not exist.
Smart bums from a skelping did not desist !
BOTS were not autons. No digital clown.
And y'all BOTS were yours bare, with your knickers were pulled down
(by mom or pop)
For the cane, tawse or Scandi birch. In the living room or spontaneously at Church

Image 4 is a real fave, B.
Wot no cane for Sammy Woo ? Well, true.
I love the view.
The perspective. The angle of the spankle :-)
Botty tangentials, if you will.
The curvature.
The reflective light. Refracted light. A full moon rising.
Opalescence is grandeur.
(Southern disComfort Sundowner soon!)

Pray, the naughty Coppertone Girl gotten spanked.
Who knew ? Naughty Lil' Miss Sammy Blue.
Dazzling white panties due south ?
Tan lines on show
Rotund-soft, wibble-wobble, dazzling white botty cheeks denuded & on show
In was normal & necessary for daughters.
In yore.
And pray, today, God darn it folks !

A common scene above in Georgia, 1960s.
Bare, red bottoms for y'all girls were a foundation stone of community, church. Societal norms in action.
Social mores & protocol. A fact of life.

We girls worked twice as hard to get half as far.
But with CP not PC.
With cane to bare botty ?
Yes! Why, we girls gotten far.
Thank the Lord, we gotten further !
Bring back the cane
Vivre La Trique :-)

 (Brenda regularly comments my stories ;-)

 

 

The Clubs part 19/19

 

Next afternoon, after having returned from Polytech, Aunty had Tanka and I follow her to the Bazar on nearby avenue Mozart. Jojo and Cricri had been lucky to have late afternoon classes, and avoided that promenade.

 

It was a cramped shop with a capharnaum of various goods. One of the Polytech bimbos wearing short shorts was in front of us with a lady who was old enough to be her grandma. We saw her pay for a trique, and tell Miss Bimbo. "Your mother is a namby pamby, I am going to apply that to your thighs, and you won't want to be wearing such shorts!"

 

Mademoiselle Bimbo was red face, and tugging down her shorts as she left the shop. Aunty stepped up to the counter, and told. "Bonjour Monsieur, I also need a trique to teach my girls the value of hard work." We were already blushing when the shopkeeper told. "With the end of term around the corner I am almost out of stock!"

 

She handed Aunty a mean looking rod. "This is what you need for these big girls. Its very effective with my daughter who is nineteen, and best to get two as I don't know when I'll be restocked."

 

 Aunty agreed, paid the gentleman, handed me one rod and the other one went to Tanka. "Now run along, am going to the Monoprix."

 

At the terrace of that nearby café we overheard two old biddies.

"There's nothing like the trique with skirts up to teach a girl the errors of her ways."

"It works even better on a bare bottom."

 

We were now blushing to our ears, and ran nonstop till home. Jojo and Crici were back from Polytech, and teasingly asked us how was our promenade.

"Did anyone asked if these rods would be applied to your bare bums?"

I was first to tease them back. "We told a couple of boys, that they are for our sisters, and that we would be selling tickets!"

Tanka echoed. "We told them there would be extra charge if you have to take down your knickers!"

 

The two triques, aka canes as they are called by the Grand-Bretons, joined Aunty's armory, behind the door of the kitchen. With them, and the old belt plus that big girl martinet, she was well armed. 

We soon found out that it would be two strokes of the trique for a D plus, four for a D, and six of the best for a D minus. We imagined that it meant eight strokes for an F, but we never had to verify that assumption. We worked hard, helped each others, and even improved our chemistry grades.

 

Aunty was happy with our hard work, but she also said that we have le feu aux fesses. Tanka and Jojo translated that with having the hots which made Cricri and I laughed. Aunty said that its quite normal for girls our age, but our studies must come first, and warned us that she would be fighting fire with fire.

 

When our boyfriends called for a party to celebrate their engineering diplomas, we made up a great excuse to skip our tutoring. We would be very careful not to drink too much, to have breath mints, and respect our curfew. We thought that we had covered all aspects, but we hadn't told the boys we would be skipping our tutoring, and they had invited our chemistry tutor!

 

When he spotted us he waved his hand in a manner which clearly meant that we would be given la fessée. We avoided him, and didn't tell the boys, we didn't want to spoil their party. We even danced. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever Will Be, Will Be!

 

We were back home before our curfew and Aunty was waiting for us with one of the new trique whistling. "Skirts and knickers off, then bend side by side over the back of the sofa. You have skipped your chemistry tutoring, and I am going to stripe your derrieres with the trique!"

 

We got five strokes, and they had stung like swarms of angry bees. For a few seconds we imagined that we would be escaping the famous six of the best. We were wrong! The sixth strokes was firmly applied across our thighs, and that single strokes was incandescent!

 

"And you will be wearing your usual miniskirts, and everyone will see that you are still raised as schoolgirls, à la trique."

 

That night, rubbing with our usual balms hadn't been of much help, and we slept on your tummies. We didn't try to answer who's stupid idea it was!

 

From that day on it was la trique, and for the worst offenses a shameful stripe across our thighs. We sure did our very best to avoid that!

 

We graduated on top of our class. 

I returned to the US and married my American boyfriend. Jojo married her French beau. We live between Paris and New York, and we are to attend the weddings of Tanka and Cricri...

 

Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)

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