The later, later, early, days

I now move on to events that occurred when we left Toad Hall and moved to another part of Lincolnshire.We had a next door neighbour called, Jane Adams! She was a teacher in her twenties; married but at the time had no children. I believe a few years later she did. Although she was always quite friendly to me I think she thought I was fairly badly behaved and that my Mum was far to soft with me! I remember one day my Mother told me that Jane, on hearing about how rude I often was to my Mum, had told my Mother that if she (Jane) was my Mother, She (Jane) "would take down my trousers and pants, put me over her knee and give me a damned good spanking!" I think at the time my Mum was thinking that perhaps that is what she should start doing with me!? But she never followed through with this and I never got to experience what a 'proper spanking really felt like! I have often wondered what it would have been like had she done so!? I have even fantasized about a scenario where Jane may have suggested sending me over to her so she could have dealt with me! I think Jane was probably a spanko since on a couple of occasions I heard her 'flirting and joshing' with a boy called Clive who, for a while, was at the same boarding (special) school I was - I had behavioural problems when I was younger and went to a school for maladjusted boys (that was the terminology they used in those days; early to mid '80s) - threatening to take his trousers down and put him over her knee etc... . She also said that if she were my Mother I would have been in bed at 6.00 in the evening, had to earn my pocket money and would have had to dig the the back garden! It soon became clear to me that if Jane had been my Mum my life would have a lot tougher with much more strict discipline! Her husband Geoff worked at the boarding school I attended for a number of years! Funny how these coincidences come about!

The story I am about to relate occurred in the late '70s; it would have been 1977 or 1978! I was sitting in Mr Sales, the Headmaster's Office; he was listening to me read; something he was doing with the children in general, I seem to recall. Suddenly this boy, whose name I fail to remember, came bounding into the office, which was part of larger porta-cabin complex; and told Mr Sales that he had been sent to him by Miss Perceval because he had been misbehaving in her class! Upon hearing this, Mr Sales, without further ado, stood up from the chair he was sitting in, pulled it away from his desk, pulled the boy towards him and then put him over his knee! He began spanking him, his hand smacking down on the seat of his trousers, several times. I don't remember the boy reacting much and when Mr Sales had finished the spanking this lad did not seem at all upset or bothered! So I am not sure the punishment was that effective! As he was leaving the office Mr Sales told the boy to look behind the office door - it was i seem to remember a warm day so the door was left open - a bamboo cane was resting against the corner of the wall; Mr Sales then said to the lad: "The next time you get sent to me for misbehaving in class I will use that on you instead of my hand! Now you RUN back to your classroom and I don't want to see you stop RUNNING until you reach the end of the playground and disappear behind the corner of the old school! Now get RUNNING and don't stop until I can no longer see you!!" Something the boy promptly did! Mr Sales then went back to listening to me reading as though nothing had happened!This event is something I have never forgotten though I have often imagined and fantasized the following scenario: Mr Sales was Mrs Sales an attractive lady - whether she was young or of more mature years does not matter - when going over her knee his trousers and, if I was really lucky, his underpants were taken down! And the spanking was a long and hard one which would have had him bawling and sobbing! Now THAT WOULD have been an event to witness and a memory to treasure! Sadly the truth was a lot less exciting and erotic!Ah well that's life!