In my days of spanking women, other than Bacall, I tried to figure which would best work on her mind. My custom was to have her stand in front of me while I decided if I would take her panties down or I would have her do it. It’s all part of the delicious anticipation and excitement of a spanking. No, no, no” my Aunty almost shouted at me, “Not like that. When told to display yourself to me, you will grip the hem of your skirt at the knees and in one movement you will lift your hands to your shoulders and keep them there until told to release. Now, display yourself to me.” Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!” Just a couple of points you may be interested in. The recording I have of "The Australain Ballet" was live from the Victorian Arts Centre on 20th. June, 1989. However, the copy I have was released in 1994. Perhaps it was re-released in 2000 for your enjoyment?

This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights. To say the least, Sir John's detailed account of the spanking scene reveals a very, very good memory indeed, in more ways than one. Sophie, the waitress, smiles and offers Rowena a cushion. “Thank you.” I say…” But no cushion is needed today.” I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room.Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.” A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community.

Ooooh.’ She whispers to herself. I turn, “hello luv, I have a lot of those over here if you would like to browse.” I pounded away for what seemed ages until I could feel my spunk rising ready to spurt out into Miss Joan’s receptive pussy, just as I was ready to fill her love hole she squealed “I’m coming, I’m cominnnggggg.” And I blasted my sperm into her at the same instant. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen.All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home. As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.” She took hold of my chin and looked me in the eye. “You’ve got the face of an angel and hands that are a gift from God. Now let’s see if you’ve got a nice little bottom that the Lord made for spanking, shall we? Take your trousers down!” She tells me of her childhood, her school days, and what she does now. We talk of spanking and her love of spanking pictures. Then she is confident enough to tell me her needs. As often happens she wants a slow, understanding, patient build up to going over my knee. She is very keen to try implements, she hopes I like her bottom etc etc, and says she trusts me already….how nice!

Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. 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. I heard my Aunt say to her, “Well, next time Brian comes to stay why don’t you lose it with him? You like him don’t you?” I know that is a bare faced lie, your punishment has increased AGAIN!!” Think carefully, if I have to prove it is a lie, I will cane you before the whole school, you will receive twelve strokes on the bare, in the theatre. I ask you again…was it you young lady?” I had a look @ pictures of Nadia Nerida. She is very pretty & would have made a wonderful spankee. I remember watching a documentary series on English male ballet dancers. As they drove up to the school @ which he learned his trade, he pointed out "Spanker's Wood". He went on to explain, "And it's called that for good reason!" There must be some fun tales re the spanked tales of some of England's finest young ballerinas there to be found!Infact, I originally saw it performed on TV not knowing there was a spanking in it. (Yes, I have a cultured side!) Interviewed performers referred to the fact their performance was celebrating the 150th. anniversary of "La Fille Mal Gardee". (I wonder what that translates to in English?) It is ironical, then, that the Aussie ballet didn't adhere more closely to the original performance of what presumably occurred in 1839. Whatever, I'm jolly glad they opted for the more modern interpretation! Perhaps it was just a good chance to get a spanking into their performance!

I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite. No, no, please don’t do that,” I begged, tears now streaming down my face. “Please Aunty, don’t tell my Mother. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to stammer. I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour.

Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. At home, however, there were certain differences. For example, I did not have to hold out my hand, as my mum preferred domestic use of the tawse to be on my bottom and the minimum number of strokes was two, up to a maximum of six. 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.