Posts tagged ‘DS’

February 4th, 2019

Domestic spanking overheard

I met my wife, Alison, at university. It was the end of the first year for both of us, in the late 1980s.

It must have been a year we had been going out when I was invited to her parents’ house.

Alison had a younger sister, Laura, who was 15 or 16 years old and was a real handful for her parents. Alison had warned me there maybe some shouting but not to worry about it.

We had separate rooms as sleeping together then before marriage under her parents’ roof was not acceptable. Her sister shared with Alison and I slept in her sister’s room.

Her sister was indeed a handful, never doing what was asked, answering back, talking under her breath. I could see both parents were trying not to loose it while I was staying there.

We were having Sunday lunch, the full works. We sat down and there was still an atmosphere with nobody talking. We had just finished the main course when something was said or asked of Laura.

She then just said: “FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

The next thing, their mum stood up, grabbed Laura by the arm, and dragged her up and out of the dinning room, saying: “Right, I will teach you a lesson. Get up the stairs now.”

September 21st, 2018

Girls are slippered

I was brought up in Walsall in the West Midlands and I worked my way through our local school from Infants, Juniors and, after failing my eleven plus, to Seniors. This was a real culture shock. A lot of my friends had gone to other schools and I was alone in this strange place with strict male teachers, homework, the strap and slipper for children who broke the lots of unwritten rules in the classrooms.

Girls sat one side of the room and boys the other, with the brightest at the front and less bright children at the rear. There was little interaction between boys and girls, with girls having their own playground and school entrance.

Punishments were frequent, with boys being hauled to the front of the room for the slipper or, for more serious punishments, sent to the headmaster for the strap. Girls, however, were treated differently. They were given lines to write out and, very occasionally, they were sent with a note to the senior mistress, Mrs H, only to return after twenty minutes with a red face. They then sat quietly for the rest of the day.

We boys were never able to find out what had happened to them. Boys questioned sisters, but all that came back was that girls just got lines.