SPANKING MEMORIES (THE MEMORABLE SERIES)

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I remember her saying: “That smacking is nothing compared to what will happen on your 14th birthday!

Everyone knew that Karen was a good girl, and other than a raised eyebrow at times, her Mummy needed to do little. We arrived at the church – which was really a old hall which had been converted – and I admired Roger’s mum as I walked behind her into the hall. She took over from our previous science teacher who had been very strict, and she made it clear from her very first class that she intended to be the same. When I walked into the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, she greeted the birthday boy with a big hug and a soppy kiss. We both started to speak at once, saying we weren’t doing anything dirty, and tried to explain about the promise I had made – knowing we were making things worse but not knowing how to fix it!Johnson had told us to get on quietly with work, and to make no noise, but I risked a whisper to a friend sitting nearby. Now, did my 14 to 17 year-old self really believe for a minute that any of these "letters" or "true" articles were anything more than fantasy? By then, both sis and I were crying, knowing we were going to die – whether from embarrassment or from being thrown in the nearest rock quarry! They harken back to a much more innocent time, when a teenage boy was just beginning to understand his sexuality and the powerful role that spanking could come to play (and in fact, did come to play) in his life, and this little girlie magazine provided confirmation that his was not a solitary interest.

Of course, there are those which support the warming of little behinds, mostly based around the teachings of the modern Christian fundamentalism movement.

It was all I could do to retrieve the three quarters from my pocket, tuck the magazine neatly into my backpack and pedal on home on my ten-speed so I could discover what this article could possibly be about (perhaps about a female circus tamer? She lays the cane across the centre of the girl’s knickered bottom, and adjusts her position slightly until she is satisfied that the cane will make contact with equal force across the whole width of the girl’s twitching bottom. I can well remember (you can imagine why) a discussion or debate we held on the subject in my fourth form general studies class. When they had left, I immediately went up to the attic (where my collection was hidden) and – I remember this like it was yesterday – I put on a pair of blue lacy panties, a petticoat and a white dress that used to belong to my sister.

So here I was, my bottom already very warm from a 13-minute spanking on the seat of my pyjamas, and my mother was about to go to work on my bare buttocks.The college’s facilities were being centralised at King’s Hedges, and the Brunswick site was to be redeveloped for housing, with more than 100 homes earmarked.