The only thing more irritating than the highly implausible ‘as the youngest of seven daughters I was spanked every night’ story on all of those forums; is the swamp of cynics who often ad nuseum say this has never and could never happen. There is nothing wrong with a good story and let people make up their own minds I say.
Found these on the Life Forum and Experience Project. You can make up your own mind. The second story sounds a little off maybe…
The first two were taken together.
Mrs GJK wrote:
During the war all the male apprentices like my brother went into the services and my older sisters found themselves offered factory work. They had a rough old time of it, but neither of my elder sisters would say much about it.
Then shortly after the war, despite the men coming back I had my chance.
[some factory life anecdotes edited here]
If ever we did get in to trouble we had to go into the foreman’s office and bend over for half-a-dozen or so with a priming rod. This was about three foot long and made of thin aluminium. It stung like anything, even through the seat of our overalls, but I can’t say we didn’t deserve it.
When I told my sister we sometimes got whacked on our overalls she said ‘I should be so lucky,’ as they got it bare bummed in the war. I begged her to tell more but she wouldn’t.
After a round of sympathy and doubters by turns Julie T had this to say.
I can believe what your sister told you. I got a spanking on the bare from my employer.
I went to work in a scrapyard in 1977.
My friend got me the job with her uncle and another girl. Both were younger than me and a little wild. Her uncle, who was my boss, always threatened the younger two with a good hiding when they messed about, but it was just something to say, or so I thought.
One day they started a scrap fight. That is chucking bits and bobs around and breaking old car windows. I didn’t usually get involved but on this one day I threw a bit of old spanner and it went through a windscreen just as the boss came into the yard.
He asked who had started it and they both owned up.
I was gobsmacked when he had them over his lap, knickers down for a spanking on the bare bottom. They yelled a lot and had really red bums.
Then he turned to me and said, “Come on, your turn.”
I could have died, but I just went numb and let him grab me. I was more embarrassed than hurt at first but pretty soon I didn’t care who saw or heard as I was yelling my head off.
That was the only time for me, but the younger girls got it loads more times.
This last comment is more commonplace and was included in the theme about embarrassing moments; a rich source if you want to look out for this kind of thing.
Kelly wrote:
My most embarrassing moment was when I started a play fight with my boyfriend and he got my knickers down. He was spanking away and really going for it until I didn’t know whether to giggle or cry.
Then we both realised his parents had come back with the shopping and we standing there not knowing where to look.
Had this one for some time but it was really too short to use.
So fact or fiction, you can make up your own mind. After Memories of Hong Kong I am not sure I can always tell.
