My parents didn't believe in using only the Tawse – it was really kept for more serious offences – so I suppose I regularly found myself having the slipper and the strap came into frequent contact but the Tawse would be, well, perhaps two months could pass, but if I was told I was having a trip over the sofa arm it filled me with dread.
The awful thing as well was my mother would keep the Tawse supple for what she would tell me was in readiness. I had come home from school and the Tawse was on the kitchen table, my mother oiled it. I had a note from school saying the plimsoll had been given. I had to show her my bottom after she had inspected it and I told her what I had got it for (and I have no idea what I got the plimsoll for at school) except that on the occasion I brought the note home I had to tell her what it was for and show her. She put me over the sofa arm and gave a good few whacks with the oiled Tawse, I was hopping up and down rubbing my bottom, and told to go and sit upstairs in her bedroom and wait for my father to come home. I had to tell my father what I had done wrong and show him my punished bottom, funnily enough I remember him patting me and telling me he would give a tanning on Sunday.
I would have probably hoped it wouldn't be the strap or Tawse but over his lap, I had begun to realise that I didn't mind my mother disciplining me, as whatever she did it was very much just discipline, and although my bottom would be very red and hurt once she had finished I was sent to my bedroom. If my father Tawsed or strapped me, when it was over I was told to pick up my clothes and go to my bedroom, but by about 13 and onwards right up until 19 when I left home I begun to love over the knee spankings from my father, although I would be sobbing and my bottom was anything from red to crimson I just loved it that he rubbed it better, I wanted the same thing to happen after being over the sofa, but it never did.
Growing up the Tawse strap and slipper were like old friends in my life, frequently landing on my bottom, but I often wondered why the fly swat was never used, apart from by my mother once, and wasn't used until I was well into my teens, my grandmother who I know I shouldn't say this but was I think a really mean unpleasant old lady enlightened me that if I was caught doing anything rude then it would be used as a reminder. I probably thought that she was totally loopy, but I found out at my cost that used on very private parts it was a timely reminder that left me very humiliated.
Lassie
6/7/9
This is marvelous . . . sometimes punishment stories are made up but you have all the details exactly right . . .
I would very much like to post an edited version of this on my web site . . . by "edited" I mostly mean, leaving out anything that you feel might identify you . . . How would you feel about that?
And ... whether we post it or not . . . I would love to hear what happened after you left home . . . your disciplinary history as an adult . . .
Doc