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Friday, July 29, 2022
The strap in the kitchen for having burned the roast!
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If you can't stand the heat ...
ReplyDeleteWell, yes, B, naughty daughters with tender, fairy-soft botties and strict mothers would be well-advised not to misbehave in the kitchen. All those nasty wooden spoons & rubber spatulas handy, to make your de-knickered, non-resilient botty-skins very uncomfy, already!!
Countless times, in y'all early years, I saw my lil' sister's cutey, canvas shorts & panties tugged clear of her pudgy white buttocks (due south a lil', just to above her knees) for my irate mother to tan her bare backside to a brighter shade of shiny-scarlet in the kitchen, in front of God. Mom believed in Spartan discipline & ignored her loud protests and screams until the recalcitrant unprotected botty in question was very red n sore indeed: a well-chastised daughter. Naturally, I gotten the exact same umpteen times. It was just a fact of life in our house (in y'all houses, B!!!) And kitchen chairs provided a perfect platform for OTK bare bottom spankings from our redoubtable, hardworking mother.
In due course, B, (I was age seven) mom decided to purchase a spanking stick and make chastisements more formal. This meant whoopings now gotten given in the living room, bending over the sofa. The baring process (my "breeze on the botty moment of truth") was slightly longer, but yet still brief. There was "hands on heads" and more scolding in front of God, prior to the quality, whippy-thin, nasty, rattan cane duly meeting a bare, soft botty (repeatedly!!)
Our father was away on business a lot, so mom did all the hard work & chores/childcare...so she gotten this new rattan botty-smacker & became even more strict & fierce, to make her life "easier" and keep we girls well--disciplined (with threats & proper canings). I always strongly agreed with my mother's kind but stern spankings & techniques, B.
I love the girl's childish cartoon dress in the photos above, B. It reminds me of the cute, dungarees that sister & I wore a bunch in the 1960s & 70s in Georgia. Typical of conservative, Christian families we wore conservative clothes, including lots of dungarees. ..but only in the winter months, naturally. In the summer heat we wore dresses, shorts etc. Coupled with dungarees, we wore say, a yellow or pastel blue t-shirt, with our trademark 1950s, large-style, traditional, cotton, white panties on underneath. All our panties were the same: 1950s, full-sized, cotton, white. These white knickers were ubiquitous for daughters in the 1960s.
When we needed our botties smacked, wearing dungarees always meant a longer baring process with slight delays & stages...I found this exciting & scary, B. Mom would fetch the cane and stand my sister in front of the sofa. Sister would have to put her hands on her head. Oh my!
Mom then firstly unfastened carefully, the front-breast-poppers/hinges on the dungarees and pushed the straps back over my sister's shoulders. This delay allowed for scolding (slower than lifting a dress) Mom then diligently adjusted the clips on either side, above dungarees-waist, to loosen them. This allowed the garment to be pushed down to form a crumpled heap around knees.
Sister would now have her back to me, facing mom squarely, standing (hands on head) in her blue t-shirt & white panties.
More scolding...mom sometimes smacked cane against her own palms/fingers - the sound was disconcerting. Mom then put her thumbs & fingers either side of my sister's panties & slipped them down to just above her knees (to meet he dungarees) VOILA! Trembling botty on show! To expose the tender-skinned, bare seat of learning for punishment. CUL NU it now was. Oh my!
My sister's fairest, chubby bottom was so dazzling-bright-white (framed by stark, golden sun tan lines) it looked like she gotten another pair of panties on underneath, already. Ha-ha!!! Sadly not, B, Oh my! Her poor, squishy-soft botty was as tender-bare as the day she gotten born... and then 12 strokes of the cane, bending over the sofa. That was the punishment, B. Exactly what we deserved over the years! It was normal & necessary.
Thanks n hugs
Nostalgic Brenda xx