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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.” 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. I don't see why it is that when girls are spanked they are so anxious to rush into print. Take the letter whch appeared in your paper a few evenings ago. "Rebellious" ought to have an extra spanking for writing it. I believe in a good sound spanking when they deserve it. I have two daughters aged sixteen and eighteen years and a dughter-in-law aged twenty-two years. If either disobeys me or does wrong in any manner I take her across my knee and spank her for at least three minutes with my slipper or give about twenty strokes with a good stout strap. Like "Rebellious" I often make them kneel too when spanking, as it gives my arm more freedom and the spanking is then more thorough. At such times I use a rattan. The consequence is my son has a good and obedient wife and I have three good and respectfull daughters. Now, I say to all mothers, if your girls deserve a spanking, take them across your knee and spank hard. If you had your way would you get spanked (or spank) daily? Maybe a before work spanking to give the spankee something to think about all day. Of course there'd be a welcome home spanking, a 'I missed you spanking' and of course a night cap spanking to end the day! Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Femdom, Spanking F/M, Stepmother, StepsisterThe journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her.

The Vicar at Saint Hugh’s Church used her as an example many times. “If you are not sure what to do, go and see her, she’ll have probably done it before, she’s marvellous!” Wanting It: Breeanne had managed to attend Claremont Academy for three years without facing discipline, but when she pushes another girl into the trophy cabinet during an argument she finds herself due to be caned for the first time. Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride.The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger?