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Can we deal with the 'dumping' issue first? He could hardly have told you any more clearly that the relationship is over. Barring some surprising change of mind by him, I'm afraid that is it. Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” The incident happened at a private school I attended, which took both boys and girls. The year was 1967, and everyone in that class would have been seven or eight years old at the time. Time to leave them, until the next time…Mummy is downstairs, putting the slipper away, until next time. She knows this will not be the last time it will be used, it will probably have just been the first of many. I doubt very much it happened. This is the year 2010. If you were caned 50 times, there would be nothing left of your rump; it would be in shreds.
Once again, the room was full of the combined noises of a little bottom being spanked and a little girl crying hard. I was in floods of tears before I was allowed to throw myself face down on my own bed. Viv of Ginger Pop wrote:I swear that I buy the Grauniad more often than the Daily Wail, but the latter does have some good online stories...Very helpful for overactive thinkers, like me. I also enjoy admiring my stripes and bruises the next day, if I’ve been spanked very hard (perhaps with a hairbrush or a paddle). I’m Italian (please, forgive my English!), born in 1947, and reading your messages makes me think that my experience is not so different ! Sarah Forsyth and Lorna Davidson's accounts are very interesting, as well as the school days recollections of many people here. A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. Comerscroft wrote:Well, as an eight-year old, I was 'dared' to go into a neighbour's garden and pull up her flowers because we didn't like her, nor she us. Unfortunately, she caught me and I was dragged round to my house where me father answered the door to this irate woman while I cowered behind the porch.
Then, I had to get dressed and was taken round to the neighbour's house where I had to apologise and explain why I had done this. I can't remember what I said, but on return to my home, I was then sent to bed without any supper. To sum it up: today’s children, both in Scotland and Italy – I presume, are treated with much more respect and consideration for their needs, some would say with too much attention being given to their whims and tantrums. A lot of children are being spoiled by their parents, and by powerless teachers. At the same time, they are completely deprived of the freedom to play out in the streets, or in the country, that we enjoyed in our 50’s childhood. The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? It varied a little year to year, but on average we had about 300 pupils at any one time, ranging from four-year-olds in reception to the oldest being 11, when they went on to secondary.From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child.
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