SPANKING MEMORIES (THE MEMORABLE SERIES)

Product Information

As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.” Mother: „Be sure we are able to arrange your punishing only in front of people that agree with our methods and never will speak up for you.“

Why do you ask? Did you want to try? The paddle’s probably still on the table in the basement.” I said ‘yes please’ as enthusiastically as possible! Val laughed and said: “Come on, then!” I stepped up to it and bent forward – at a stretch, I could just reach the far side. I was on tiptoe and, as it was really warm weather, I was wearing only thin shorts! “Like this?” I asked. “Aha – spread your legs a little wider.” I then felt her hand run over my bottom briefly. She gave my shorts a little tug to pull them tight, then patted my behind a few times gently with her hand. “Perfect!” I heard her say.Time to leave them, until the next time…Mummy is downstairs, putting the slipper away, until next time. She knows this will not be the last time it will be used, it will probably have just been the first of many. Firstly it happened when we were on holiday in mountains and I was 12 and a half year old. My parents decided to go whole day trip to the top of quite distant mountain. But I wanted to spend whole day near a close pond, because of it I was very horrid and cheeky. Afternoon, after several hours of my misbehavior parents lost their patience and going along a beautiful lake father said: „So if you long for water and swimming so much you can swim in this lake.“ Now, do any of you know how embarrassing it is to explain to three females – one a neighbour, one your sister and the other your mum – that you get excited wearing girls clothes? I didn’t mention that getting spanked by a pretty young female while wearing those clothes was absolute heaven – especially since the female in question was a very close relative. Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!”

Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! Whap! The hardest so far, it brought tears to my eyes, although I was fortunately not crying like a baby. “Six, ma’am.” A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community. Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours.Mum and Mrs Smyth talked for a while in low tones so we couldn’t hear. Mum then told us to both come over, which we did and she asked us what was going on! She appeared entirely too calm. We both started to speak at once, saying we weren’t doing anything dirty, and tried to explain about the promise I had made – knowing we were making things worse but not knowing how to fix it! As soon as I reached secondary school, I was deemed too big to go over her knee – but far from too big to receive a sore bottom. I then had to bend over, most often for the slipper. It gives colour to history - these are real lives, not something static, looking at how people coped with education of the time. In September 1952 the Second World War had finished, the Cold War was gathering momentum, King George VI had not long died, the NHS was in its infancy, Winston Churchill was prime minister, and rationing continued. There is a minimum of the number of slaps that at a real spanking should be given. I do not call it a spanking if there be given less than 20 sharp slaps on the bare bottom. In the case of a sturdy, very naughty boy of six, I have spanked for all of two minutes.

Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, Secretary Spanks Boss, In Front of Others After the sixth stroke I was told to pull my pants up and to behave in her class in future. That night, as I examined my red, smarting bottom in the mirror, I determined that I would do exactly that. But on place where I put my clothes were only my sandals. I was frightened. „What will I wear now? I asked myself desperately. The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me when I was in school, was the day my teacher, Mrs. Rider, paddled me. I was 14 years old and…Whap! Shit! That stung – one swat, and it stung that much! And this woman was messing around – what the hell would it feel like if I really had misbehaved and she was serious? Perhaps the boys hadn’t been bigging it up after all! It turned out that while we’d been away from the house, the children from the visiting family had discovered a spanking paddle in the basement. Apparently they had been given permission to look through some old boxes for some reason and had found the paddle. Once, when Mother had given it me midweek, I can remember how uncomfortable it was sitting on hard classroom chairs the day afterwards. This constant reminder of the recent tanning of my bottom was all part of the punishment – my mother always said that she hadn’t done it hard enough if I wasn’t still sore the next day.

The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. It won’t seem like it to many people, but it’s now 10 years since the building that was once described as Cambridge’s best-loved school was demolished to make way for expensive new apartments.By the way, in case you were wondering, that’s not Ms Reinhart warming her daughter’s bottom. This picture of the author was included in the book… Re: Did anyone have paper hands on a wall to match your hands on for a school paddling -- Sarah, 12:18:27 05/20/19 Mon [1] This is why I get results most satisfactory after a few spankings, where other parents have failed after months, yes years, of ‘disciplining’. The bottom is, indeed, very red and warm. But not the slightest injury has been done, and after a few such spankings, good behaviour will replace misbehaviour. I call this a correction that corrects. The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!”