NOTE : unusually for me in a story, the photos are not mine (in the first sections anyway, I have copied them from my vintage sections)

IF ANY PHOTOS ARE YOURS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I AGREE, YOU SHOULD BE MENTIONED… TRUTH IS, I JUST DON’T KNOW WHO TOOK THEM.

If you have been directed here for ‘The Spanking Adventures of Upskirt Evans’……quickly scroll down to the bottom of this page.

Let’s begin…

For those of you who have followed me a while, you will know that as well as being a spanking addict, I have a great love of walking, spiritual places, art, antiques, and steam trains.

In the steam trains avenue of my mind, they call the early to mid-sixties the ‘Glory Days’, steam was King, and all the little railway lines were still open. England looked well kept and tidy, jobs for all….And best of all, naughty girls got spanked. So, the title to this is as you see, the Glory Days of Spanking.

I have told you already of my informative years growing up in the fifties and early sixties, with families of girls living each side of me, I heard and saw spankings, and about my first proper girlfriend ever, sat in school uniform asking me ‘what would you do if I was naughty?’

My comics were full of naughty girls bottoms being slippered, black and white films on t.v. showed men putting beautiful women over their knee, and Saturday tea time had Billy Bunter being caned at Greyfriars and Jimmy Edwards starring in Whacko!

With a head full of naughty bottoms, I matured into me.

Like the ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’ I rode on into valley of spanking! Bottoms to left of me, bottoms to the right of me, onward I strode to the delicate valley of Rowena’s plump little bottom to deliver my first spanking, a bare bottom one, to a real life school girl in her grammar school uniform, complete with straw hat. I never looked back….or did I?

I look back all the time, and often wonder what the girls thought of it all.

… I remember l was in bed one night, probably aged about fourteen, it was summer. My window was open, the house the other side of my wall belonged to a stout lady, her name was very similar to Mrs.Trumble….(just in case her daughter’s read this!) a girl two to three years older than me slept in the bedroom the other side of my wall. Some nights through the open sash windows we would chat. I had a crush on her. She seemed so mature, with real pert breasts, and a pretty smile.

On the night in question there was an almighty bang as her door flew open, very raised voices. I heard a spanking, a full blown hairbrush one, the smacks and screams so loud. I wanked furiously. I remember thinking ‘shall I climb onto the coal house to peek in?’ I was too close to orgasm, mid spanking I shot a glorious load of young sperm all over the bed sheets and my pyjamas!

A couple of days later, my mother took me to one side. She was a staunch member of the Mothers Union and the Womens Institute. Our house was always full of old plump women in their home made frocks and stout shoes baking and chatting. Including Mrs Trumble.

She told me that the girl in the bedroom next to me was a very naughty girl, and that she had problems with her temper and behaviour. She said that although boys were naughty, it was mischief with catapults directed at greenhouse glass and throwing frogs at girls…my crimes! My sore bottom! But girls can be very naughty, peevish and spiteful if not spanked often. They need to be guided into becoming good young women, ready to be a wife, with a firm hand, or slipper, or even a stout, solid wooden hairbrush.

Women like my mum, and all the others were ruled by pride and presenting a good image to the world. The good behaviour of their daughters was like a badge of honour. They talked…no, they gloated at the women who could not keep them in control. It was SHAME in capital letters if the other women laughed or frowned at a daughters behaviour. Us boys? Oh he is such a cheeky rascal that one! We got smacks and clouts round the ear a plenty. Even spankings.

But if a girls mum, was, like most in the W.I. Or Mothers Union, then then they had to behave. Or else!

The W.I. (Womens Institute) was the equivalent of a man going to the pub to see his mates, soon women would join them for dancing, darts, dominoes and a social life, but at this time, before the Swinging Sixties really got under way, the old fashioned ways clung on, both at school and at home. I remember my Dad and his mates mocking the seriousness of the W.I….”bloody hell Roy, if my missus doesn’t win that bloody cake contest this year, my life will be hell for another one!”

It was a wonderful thing, classes on jam making, home skills etc…for those who wanted it. But I imagine some young mums hated it…hence the swinging sixties and freedom!

But we are staying in the ‘Glory Days’, let’s look at some typical W.I.Mothers…

Like the poster says, it gave the women who wanted it a social life, as well as classes they did things like bulb planting to make their area look pretty and cared for.

And, like I said, instruction on how to keep your naughty daughter in line. Let’s get a picture in our minds of the naughty daughters plight…

Some of my early masturbations were imagining I was a girl getting a bare bottom spanking at a church fete, or some similar event.

The reason being that on a day out with my Mum and Dad when I was about 13, I saw a girl pulled out of the W.I. Tent by the ear, and pulled to the exit with shouts of ‘You just wait until I get you home!’ ….I never knew what she had done, but I remember my mum and dad laughing and everyone thinking it was normal.

I still wonder what it was like for them, by them, I mean ‘a naughty girl in the 1960’s. And, the reason I am writing this is because I have been handed a spanking gem. A woman from the south of England, a similar age to me, who reads my blog avidly. She loves spanking, was a grammar school girl with a Mummy who was in the W.I.

She too masturbates to the thoughts of spankings…. her own.

Prepare to meet Karen. I am going to share her memories with you.

THE MEMORIES OF KAREN…

PHOTOS FROM HERE ON WILL BE BACK TO MY OWN, MAYBE TURNED INTO BLACK AND WHITE.

To begin, up to now Karen is an enigma to you all. I can tell you that she is exactly what I tell you, a woman spanked as a child, and through her teenage years. After that? Who knows, this is not a race, nor an interview. What we are doing is satisfying a need. If I was a vampire, then Karen’s memories of her spankings are her blood. Allow me to sink my teeth into her glorious bottom and drink, then I will share what I find with you.

Before the sound of a stiff palm of her Mummy’s hand smacking the soft, rounded, delicate cheeks of naughty schoolgirl Karen, (what a perfect name from the era) let me tell you what I know.

We will always call Mummy…Mummy. No need for a name.

Mummy very rarely used the word spanking. In a strict voice, either upstairs or pointing upstairs, which was the most common place for discipline, she would use phrases like this…

“You naughty girl Karen, you are going across my knee for that! Get upstairs…NOW!”

Once upstairs it would be, ” Get over my knee.”

“You! Young lady! Are going to get a good hiding!”

“You are going to end up with a sore bottom for this my girl!”

And very good disciplinary language it was. Well done Mummy, you are just what we want.

Up until going to the all girls Grammer School in the area, Mummy smacked Karen’s bare bottom with the flat of her hand. But as Karen moved up to ‘big school’ so did her punishments graduate. To the slipper on the bare!

Ohhh, how lovely! The thought of us talking to a real naughty girl from our favourite years sends a vibration right up our manhoods doesn’t it. I also know that many of my readers (over 1000 a day now) are women. So it is also nice to know that some delicate varnished fingertips have been delving into squishy wet pussies whilst finding out all about you Karen. Actually, on reading the first part of this story, Karen let her knickers slide down and fingered her wet pussy to orgasm. She told me so today.

This gets better by the minute, don’t you agree? I suspect that some hands are wrapped around throbbing cocks right at this point of my writing, and fingers are busily slipping and sliding away in moist damp slippery holes too. How does that make you feel Karen? What? They are sliding down again? Your legs are in the air? And you are rubbing frantically….hmmm, we do have a naughty girl on our hands. Maybe you ought to go over my knee right now young lady!

The slipper.

Karen has been shopping, and purchased the nearest thing to her Mummy’s spanking slipper she could. Here it is…

Imagine the strong right hand, and a big arm of a a typical mummy of the day, gripping the heel firmly and whacking down repeatedly on a wiggling sore, red bottom!

Thwack! Thwack! Thsack!

“Owwww, ooooh oh-ohhhhhowwww!” Would squeal a bare bottomed upturned Karen.

THESE ARE TRUE STORIES, DISCIPLINE REMEMBERED FROM A BYGONE AGE BY THE LADY WHO EXPERIENCED THEM, THESE ARE NOT STORIES…

To continue..

There is an amusing story about the slippers, and one which allows us a glimpse into the psyche of dear Mummy. On a shopping trip with our naughty schoolgirl Karen, she took her into Marks and Spencers, where she bought them. Karen thought nothing of it at the time, thinking they must be a present. But what a wonderful thought….Mummy taking a naughty girl, in school uniform, into town, to buy her spanking slippers. I suspect that the ladies of the W.I. had discussed this, and found the most effective.

Talking of uniforms, the girls Grammer school had a lovely uniform. Karen fell in love with it and was proud to wear it. Mummy was as proud as the cat that got the cream, to see her daughter’s wiggling bottom parade the local streets in it. Red haired Karen must have cut a fine figure in her dark grey blazer, pleated skirt, white blouse with a dark tie with an ivory coloured stripe. The stripe had another beside it, depicting the house she was in, Karen’s was green, to match her naughty eyes. White socks, black shoes and….

Bottle green regulation school knickers!

So imagine our dear wiggling naughty schoolgirl walking through the village she lived in to catch the bus. And of course, picture her on the bus coming home. A striped bottom under her bottle green knickers, a note for Mummy in her bag, and the lovely slipper waiting for her.

Karen was and still is blessed with a high IQ, which allowed her to cope with her Girls Grammer School well, from 11 up to 17, having the same Headmistress all the way through.

As regards to her own psyche, Karen tells me, that Mummy described her as wilful and headstrong.

Karen’s Daddy left their home when Karen was young, so there will be no account of him

A MESSAGE FROM KAREN

Dear Mr Jones

I’ll send you my account of my memory of the 1st detention slip home & the consequences by email over the weekend 😉

One of the things that has been whirling around in my mind (due to all my thinking about my schoolgirl & teenage times 😉) was how matter-of-fact and nonchalantly my mother & her friends/neighbours and my aunt would openly discuss their naughty offspring’s (ie mine) misdemeanours & consequent punishment.

(I have to say though, as I got a little older into my teens, it was this nonchalance, off-handedness and matter-of-fact manner of not only talking about it, but also dealing with the embarrassment of exposure that had probably the most effect on me & my journey into my obsession with being spanked 🤭)

I can recall being the topic of conversations at the kitchen table (and being present or within earshot) where not only my “crime” was discussed, but also the details of my punishment (or pending punishment) were openly debated between my mother & another mother (WI friend) a Female neighbour or maybe my aunt if she were there.

Every now & then I’d hear the conversation punctuated with words or phrases that I knew were sealing my fate … “naughty girl” …. “across my knee” …. “knickers down” …. etc etc etc …… it’s really strange how your ears used to get tuned to such phrases !

Lol … well I’ll tell you some of those times as we go along.

I am going to enjoy this 😋😋

Karen xx

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AGE …. TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE EVERY SPANKING DESCRIBED BY KAREN WILL HAPPEN WHEN SHE WAS SIXTEEN AND A HALF YEARS OLD, AND REMEMBER, BACK IN THE EARLY SIXTIES, SPANKING A NAUGHTY GIRL WAS THE NORM, BOTH AT HOME AND SCHOOL.

Before we go on, like I said, I hope to make the stories come to life with photographs. You already know Claudia my friend. She is to be Mummy…

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‘My first detention slip, and meeting the slipper’

SPANKING NUMBER ONE

Hi Asa,

As promised my memory of my first detention slip home and mum’s first application of “the slipper” 😳

As I mentioned earlier; at the junior school I attended, I/we had no idea of what a “detention” was. Not that I was such an exemplary pupil … far from it! … it was just that detention was not a method of discipline used there – in fact discipline was quite a low key there (even though the headmistress did smack a young bottom or two “in loco parentis” in the time I attended there ….. I know because I was one of them 🤭)

So you can imagine, when I went (all neatly dressed in my new school uniform for the first time “for real”; my mother brimming with pride) to the pre-start open night how like a “rabbit in the headlights” I was when I listened to the headmistress giving her address to the assembly of girls & parents that would form that years new intake.

Especially when she got to the subject of how she & the school viewed & administered discipline and how she expected her “new girls” to have accountability, honesty, integrity & discipline.

(Again all I seemed to hear from her speech – as a timid prospective 1st year girl – was the “D” word …. DISCIPLINE, DISCIPLINE, DISCIPLINE) 😳😳😳😳

She outlined how it was her way that the expected her girls to take responsibility and be answerable for their actions and pointed out that she was; (supported by the school governors) in favour of the detention process, the writing of lines & other punishment tasks; and, when she (as headmistress) deemed necessary ….. corporal punishment, to achieve the best for “her girls”.

She added … “So be warned young ladies – you WILL behave as such in my school” 😵

On a more lighter mood, I loved walking around the school and seeing all the wonderful science labs & gymnasium plus swimming pool … but as we did, all I could seem to think about was the headmistress’s accent on DISCIPLINE 😳😳

My mother was brimming with pride as we made our way home on the bus, however I vividly remember her warning to me (not word for word obviously as it was a loooong time ago – but now in my own words)

“Karen, I expect you to be a good girl at school – you heard what Mrs Charlton (the headmistress) said about responsibility? AND … you heard what she said about discipline? Now remember what I’ve told you before young lady … if you misbehave and get a punishment at school … you WILL be punished at home as well … NO exceptions” …. understood? “Oh and another thing young lady … I’ve already signed & returned the form permitting the use of corporal punishment … so beware young lady” !

So the die was set …. no escape 😳😳

My new school regime took a lot of getting used to but gradually, (with the patience of our new teachers) all we new girls settled into the general flow of the ways of the school, and what at first seemed like an impossible mountain of rules, corridors, names and different classrooms from each lesson, gradually became 2nd nature & smooth running.

Until that fateful day, (which of course was just waiting to happen) when, I was given my 1st detention slip 😳😩

So….stupidly I was still talking with my friend and hadn’t noticed when the English mistress had entered the classroom (because it was protocol for all talking to stop on entry of a teacher) and after a telling off we were both told to collect a detention slip for the following day at the end of the lesson.

I was devastated, and after the lesson felt so ashamed as I collected the slip which had to be taken home & returned signed by a parent acknowledging that you would be late away from school on the day the detention had been set for.

All day long I worried about what my mum would say when I handed her the slip – and of course what was going through my mind was my mother’s warning.

I realised the most likely of outcomes would be that I’d be going across my mum’s knee for a smacked bottom ! – I wasn’t sure if it would be immediately I handed her the slip or (most probably) at bedtime. But what I was almost certain of was, that I would be going over mums knee 🤭

When I got home that afternoon after school mum was in the kitchen preparing the evening meal as she usually was. After her usual greeting and asking “how was school today”? … I remember sheepishly saying “I got this today” handing her the slip of paper.

I recall mums expression changing & her saying something like “oh? … what’s this? … have you been a naughty girl?”
As she read the slip I explained what had happened and remember thinking how calm she seemed to be about it & maybe that she’d just tell me off & not to do it again – however – she just got a pen from the kitchen drawer & signed the slip of paper and handing it back to me saying (something like)…

“It would seem you HAVE been a naughty girl, haven’t you? … put this back in your bag young lady as you’ll need to hand it in tomorrow miss – you don’t want to be in further trouble do you? ……. “

And then came the off hand & matter of fact statement I had been worrying about ….

“Oh .. and you’ll be getting a smacked bottom as well miss, as I’ve already warned you, so I’ll be putting you over my knee at bedtime young lady .. understand ? – now get upstairs & changed out of your uniform”

Eating my evening meal was like “the condemned man” lol 😂

As I finished eating, my mum asked me if I had any homework that evening (which I didn’t) so she told me that as I’d been a naughty girl, after we had washed & dried the dishes, I was going to bed early.

So immediately we had finished the dishes (in an awkward silence !) mum told me I was to go upstairs and get washed & changed into my pyjamas for bed & that she would be up shortly after she put the things away.

I did as told and was sitting up in bed as mum came into my bedroom.
(What I hadn’t realised – because I had no need to – was that she was holding the slipper behind her back out of sight)

I recall her saying (something like) …. “what are you doing in bed miss? … I told you that you’re going over my knee young lady …. out you get!”

I got out of bed as mum sat down on my bed; and, unbeknown to me slid the slipper under my pillow out of sight.

I stood (as was expected on these occasions) in front of her for the inevitable pulling down of my pyjama bottoms & the scolding (fully exposed) that preceded the command “over you go”.

But on this occasion it was slightly different.

Mum undid and pulled down my pyjama bottoms and sat there looking at me (exposed) with my pj’s puddled at my feet and after a while said (something like) …

“You’re a grammar school girl now & I expect you to behave like one, however if I have to smack your bottom like a little girl, then believe me young lady I will continue to do so … don’t think I won’t …… but you KNOW what this smacked bottom is for don’t you? … if you misbehave at school then you KNOW you get a smacked bottom at home … grammar school or not!”

“Right … it’s no good you snivelling now miss … over you go young lady and you can have something to cry for”

Sniffling, I went over her lap as told and, as my mum was a practiced spanker, was soon wriggling and crying (as promised) across her lap as she set my bare bottom on fire with her hand.

When she stopped (at least I thought she had) I lay across her lap bawling she said (again something like)… “Right miss, as you are now a senior school girl, from now on you’ll be getting your bottom smacked like a senior school girl … as this is your first time, all you are getting is one for each year … but in future that will not be the case”

With that mum took the slipper from under the pillow & smacked my already spanked bottom a further 16 times until I was kicking and virtually screaming !

I had never felt anything like it

I don’t remember much of how it ended and me getting up off her lap – but I do recall going to bed crying with my bottom on fire & laying on my tummy as my mother warned me … “and unless you want to go back over my knee again, I don’t want to hear another peep out of you tonight young lady” !

With that she left my bedroom closing the door behind her.

God … I’ve just read this through again and really apologise if it is too long ? 😳
I do hope you liked my memory & that it might be of some use for your blog/story.

Please forgive my interpretation of conversations …. this was so long ago I have had to put words together that I THINK were said (or words I remember my mother using at times) … I hope that’s ok ?

Asa’s note..

That was a wonderfully written account of a young woman going over her Mummy’s kee for the slipper. On account of myself, and I am sure, my readers, thank you. Excellent work!

I received a note from Karen today…

Just something I wanted to highlight is my mum’s nonchalant attitude about the fact I was to get a smacked bottom! Almost as if … it was ME she was doing it for … as if she was doing it as a favour ! 😳😳😳

Almost … “shall we go and smack your bottom?” … LOL 😂

Asa’s note…. A lovely little add on, thank you xxhugxx

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I am going to write story versions of each spanking.

Spanking One

Click here…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=14986

Spanking Two ….is actually a record of a conversation with Karen.

Click here…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=15763

UP SKIRT EVANS…U.S.E.

Click here to read of Karen’s visits to the Headmistress’s Study, and how the School Secretery had the job of lifting a naughty schoolgirls skirt, prior to a spanking!

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=22199

Click here to read the full ‘novel’ version, a black and white illustrated fantasy version…like some of my other epic spanking sagas, (The Inveigle, and Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls for example) you will have to be patient and watch it grow.

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=22640

Thank you Karen xxhugxx you are a spanking gem, I hope my stories do you justice.

Asa