It was the first time that Mum threatened to belt me. So far she had only given me a few slaps on the thighs. I wasn't convinced that she would actually strap me. I nonetheless refrained from smart mouthing that I will marry a rich guy, and again demurely promised to improve my grades...
A few days later my best friend Harriet, who is also retaking her A-level, got a D. She told, "Mom said that I will be visiting Aunt Roberta if I again have poor grades..."
I asked, "You hadn't told me that you have an aunt..."
"I don't, and I don't know who is that Aunt Roberta..."
Before dinner Mum announced, "Margret told me of a lovely retired lady principal down by the mini-market who offered to deal with Harriet's poor grades..." I had a bad feeling, and kept my eyes on my soup...
Next day Harriet told me that she has an appointment with that Aunt Roberta after classes. We both imagined that she would be offering a tuition...
"I'll be coming over around five, ok ?"
"Sure, I'll tell you about that Aunt Roberta..."
At the appointed time, as I pushed Harriet’s front door I overheard some sniffling and her mother telling her to raise her skirt. I entered the living room when Harriet dropped her skirt and pitifully confessed, "She gave me a spanking..."
Up in her room, "She is a mean old granny. She told me that she will take my knickers down if I come back !" She raised her skirt for me, and I saw that her bum was well reddened. I gave her a gentle rub with cold cream.
A week later we had a surprise math quiz and the teach was real mean, "Lilly you don't even deserve a D ! Its an F, and you will have it signed by your mother."
Mum wasn't too happy ! "You will be visiting Aunt Roberta. Harriet must have told you about her. She will know how to sort you out !" She signed my F, and made the call for my appointment with Aunt Roberta.
A day later I was quite embarrassed to be knocking on Aunt Roberta's door across the street from the mini-market. Hopefully people don't know why a school girl in uniform is knocking on that door.
She opened, and I saw a granny as Harriet had said. She was wearing an horrible blue shirt. I felt a hot flush, and knew that I was blushing as I introduced myself. "I am Lilly and my Mum made an .... huh.... appointment for me..." She smiled and showed me one of the straight back chairs in the corridor, "Please wait there for a few minutes."
She returned to her study without closing the door and I overheard, "Nancy, consider yourself lucky, next time its the cane !" I was opened mouth when I saw a young woman of at least 25 years leave the house. She was rubbing the seat of her miniskirt, and it rose in the process, and revealed vividly red upper thighs...
"Lilly do come in ! Your mother told me that you are retaking your A-levels and got an F for the latest math quiz..." I pitifully nodded.
"I was also told that you are a friend of Harriet who visited a week ago for a D. I am sure that she told you the details of her visit..." I again pitifully nodded.
"For her D I didn't take down her knickers, but I will take down yours because an F is an appalling grade. Come here, I will first give you a taste with your knickers on..." She pulled me over her knees. and I must have blushed bright red when she raised my skirt. It was a long and severe spanking, and having kept my knickers didn't help.
She eventually pulled me back on my feet and my hands flew to rub my fiery nates. "Take your hands off your bottom and hold your skirt up, I am going to take your knickers down..."
I wanted to hide under the sofa, but I demurely obeyed. With my cheeks again shamefully blushing I felt my knickers sliding down over my blazing bottom, and the worse part was having my fuzzy peach exposed.
Finally she pulled me up and both my hands flew to rub my throbbing bum and thighs. "Hands on your head or I'll give you another spanking !" With brimming eyes and my hands on my head I listened. "If you come back it will be the belt, on the bare !"
Lilly and Harriet
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Wonderful strict mom after my own heart, in this lovely story, B: "From now on I will take your father's belt to your bottom when you bring grades bellow C..."
ReplyDeleteI very much approve. Also a lovely, nice, strict aunt Roberta in the locality - "She is a mean old granny. She told me that she will take my knickers down if I come back !" And then moreover: "Take your hands off your bottom and hold your skirt up, I am going to take your knickers down..." Again that is what I recommend, B. Full marks, so to speak!
Oh my! I love the three photos above, reminding me of the Janus & Roue reporting of old (well, 4 photos including your O&P link)
And of course, the simple, essential deculottee is shown above (photos 2 & 3) to uncover the bare orthodox surface in the normal necessary fashion for required punishment.
As a child born 1959 into a very typical, strict, religious, conservative family in Georgia (I'm now age 64) I have always advocated corporal punishment for unruly daughters, and have recommended the cane for decades. Because indeed, I was myself, raised with the cane throughout childhood in the 60s & 70s. The strap/belt features in this lovely story, B, & the strap was also most common in the American South when I was growing up.
So the much-feared cane was the appropriate, Spartan punishment for me & my younger sister at home, & so I always suggested it as a method of discipline for naughty daughters: always applied to bare buttocks in my humble opinion, with dresses hoisted & panties taken down to knees. That is always how we gotten tanned with our God-fearing mother's rattan cane...full & sound on a bare bot (knicks down to just our knees). No reprieve. No half-measures! We sure screamed as we felt the standard 12 strokes & we sure deserved every single whuppin' we gotten over the years. It whipped us into shape as good citizens.
When as a good lady, I lament the crude, unruly behaviour of princess brats running amok in stores or sassing their moms, then the "shorts n panties down young lady!/deculotte" process is front & centre of my mind for chastisement, and the cane should be retrieved by mom for the appropriate bare bottom sentences to be carried out effectively in the living room! Just like it was in British homes in the 1950s, 60s & 70s, as evidenced in Janus.
I have no truck with PC, wokerati nonsense PC: in fact, I never have done, B! I was installed with strict, traditional, Southern 1950s values on spankings! Like mother like daughter: it's cane to bare botty for y'all naughty girls in my book, B!
PC bad. CP good.
Strict Traditional Brenda xx