Deborah was a well respected member of the local community. She presented herself and her house well. But…
She he had a very haughty, naughty, wilful, headstrong daughter.
‘Naughty Charlotte’ as she was known to everyone. “I am glad she is not mine!” Was an often heard phrase. “It needs someone like Deborah to keep a girl like that in line!” Was another.
Living close by would be a spanking enthusiast’s dream!
Oh dear, she has been caught smoking, again. In the outside privy this time!
“You naughty girl! Don’t bother pulling your knickers up, it’s the hairbrush again for you, young lady! Come here!”
Where, much to the girls (who lived each side), and the two boys (who lived behind) delight, she got spanked with the hairbrush (Mummy’s favourite implement).
“Noooo Mummy, everyone will hear owwwwwwwwww, ooooooh!”
Laughter, from the neighbours, could be heard through the screams, whacks, and yelps, but it was short lived, because it began to rain hard.
Mummy dragged her inside. “They will still hear your squeals Charlotte, I am leaving the door open!”
Once inside, the spanking really began!
A protesting, kicking, squealing Charlotte was pulled over Mummy’s knee for a jolly good, long, hard, bare over the knee, domestic spanking.
A naughty gir learned a very, very, sharp, painful lesson!
This is what every naughty girl needs! A good old fashioned disciplinarian. A mother who is not afraid to whack her naughty bottom long and hard, whenever it is needed.
Picture the scene in the dimly lit 1960’s house, the kicking legs, the firm grip, the wriggling red cheeks!
A proper good old fashioned spanking!
But did Charlotte learn?
The very next day! Can you believe it? Naughty Charlotte was caught smoking in the toilets and was sent home in disgrace. Mummy was contacted at the cafe she worked at, and stormed home to find her naughty disgraced daughter trembling in the hallway.
“Oh you are in for it this time young lady!”
She immediately bent her over, by the stairs, with the front door still open!
“You naughty naughty girl!”
Soon there was quite a crowd at the gate, watching the spectacle! However, once the humiliation part of her punishment it was time to go upstairs. “Get up to your room!”
The power in the hairbrush and her demeanour was tangible.
Once upstairs, Charlotte knew the drill, it was time to sit with the cane in her mouth, to wait. This wait was a ‘calculated wait’ , a different length every time. Charlotte sat in dread listening for a creak on the stairs.
After half an hour the tell tale creak was heard, steps got closer and the door slowly opened.
Mummy took the cane and stood behind her, cane raised. “You have excelled yourself today haven’t you madam?”
Charlotte stood up and bent over without a word being said. Hoping that obedience and a well presented bottom might impress her.
Mummy grabbed the hairbrush again.
“Silly girl, nothing will save you! The boys are in their garden! I am going to open the window so they can hear! Get over there girl!”
“Hands on your head!”
“But they can see my twinkle!”
Smack smack smack! The heavy wooden brush fell at speed. Charlotte saw the boys looking, and tried not to make a fuss, but soon she was screaming and pleading for mercy. She received none whatsoever.
“Turn around, bottom to the window!”
Then it was back to the mirror, ‘to see her own shame!’
Finished with a dose of corner time, back down in the living room. “Your Aunty Liz and Amber are coming for tea, we are having shepherd’s pie. You are having bread and jam! You can stay there throughout our meal! Now…you can rub!”
Did this cure her wanton behaviour?
No, of course not. I went by tonight and heard a voice shout, ‘No no no Mummy! Not the belt!
I wonder what she has done this time?
Some girls never learn!
I’m so pleased!