Free Web space and hosting from freewebspace.com
Search the Web

The day my mother took her slipper to my bare backside

The Mail on Sunday - October 29, 2000

My father, John, worked hard at his job as an engineer and my mother, Rose, worked hard at her job as a mother. Both sought perfection in what they did and approval for the results of their efforts.

I was one of the results of my mother`s efforts. So I was required to have perfect manners, good school reports, to care for our home, to be tidy about the house and to maintain a reputation for moral behaviour that brought credit on the family.

I didn`t always do this. Indeed I was a thoroughly normal, boisterous easily-bored child, who would risk the odd lie if it covered a minor transgression. And it was the lie that engendered the greatest thrashing.

It was wartime and sugar was rationed. A bowl of this forbidden delight sat in the middle of the table while my mother fetched some cakes from the kitchen.

A quick lick of my finger, a quick dip in the gorgeous sweetness and all was as normal when my mother returned. Except that there suddenly appeared a gaping, glaring crater in the middle of the forbidden food, clear evidence of a crime, clear evidence of my guilt.

But I denied all knowledge. So now it was two crimes - stealing and lying. There was to be no discussion of the matter. Retribution was immediate and memorable. I got the slipper on a bare backside.

Go Back to Spanked Celebrities I - P