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 ;-)