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The Hornets Nest for sensitive-skinned botties: "yes, panties down for the cane, young lady! That is how naughty girls receive it, already!"
ReplyDeleteI so love this montage B Especially the panties-pull-down, botty reveal (middle, photo 2, of the second set of photos)
This montage shows the simple, harsh reality of a panties-down caning. Of a well-smacked bottom, if you will. Oh my! I sure gotten a bunch of these during my childhood. And I witnessed my sister getting countless bare bum whoopings the same, already.
They stung like Hell. I screamed like Hell. The neighbours heard it all. And this corporal punishment was just a normal, necessary, routine fact of family life, B. PC & wokerati values did not exist in the early 1960s in the American South.
When mom purchased the dreaded rattan cane (dad was away on business & mom found sister & me hard work, frankly!), I was very alert to the fact that the skin on my chubby botty was extremely soft, extremely fair (AKA whiter than snow) and extremely more tender than anything else in existence!...ergo that my behaviour must be nothing less than impeccable going forward to avoid a spanking with that cane from mother (with my knickers duly pulled down to my knees without exception & my poor backside totally unprotected)
Essentially - if mom had not always pulled down our panties for the almighty big sting with the spanking stick; pray, I might not have taken her seriously when she told me to stop throwing princess brat tantrums in the store, to never tell lies, or to stop my bad attitude, already!!
Spankings were "in front of God" (in the living room ha-ha!) and I gotten to believe that God had deliberately (divine design) made my botty so fairy-soft & super sensitive, as a way of directing me to an earnest, learned, goody two-shoes persona, and away from naughty antics & bare bottom canings!!! A marshmallow botty (and cane in the cupboard) was my insurance policy against a wayward existence. Oh my! Soft bottoms & strict moms sure define a good deterrent, B!
Hugs n nostalgia
Brenda xx
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