Smack Parents

Between up to the age of 10 there were others. These
others included Aunties, Baby sitters, School Teachers, friends of
the family, in laws, out laws, sods law, others kids from our street,
big teddy and on and on who either play spanked, spanked for real, or
got spanked. Although the fascination for spanking was firmly
cemented in my mind by a very young age I always did seek to avoid
being spanked for real like the plague and for someone who was
constantly in trouble I did succeeded. There were other Kids that
were not so fortunate and at the time of my formative years and there
seemed to be a more than a few o smack parents about.

As a child, especially after the death of my father, my immediate
family, which consisted of myself, my older sister and my mother
seemed to do more visiting of relatives and friends than most
families would do. A lot of these friends and relatives had their own
children and there were a few of who were not only the smack parent
mentality but also their one or two families who seemed to gloat in
smacking their children.

One such time I remember was of a time when we visited some distant

relatives in Sussex. I am not actually sure how these people were
related or even if they actually were related. Another aspect of
that day and age was that as children we use to have to seem to have
to call anyone over the age of forty Aunty or Uncle. So this fine
summers day we were off to spend the weekend on the farm with Aunty
Mary and Uncle Ray (Who was actually a dead ringer for Ted from the
Fast Show.

I seem to remember that within half an hour of arrival the
conversation turned to that of how Uncle Ray chastised his children.
He seemed to take great delight in informing us that he had given his
children a damn good thrashing the evening before. That weekend
continued and he made no fewer than about ten threats to slipper all
his children with those good old-fashioned timely sayings like
"I still have my slipper and it will be used"
"You wont be sitting down for a week"

Now I am going to be honest here, believe me I am, but I do sometimes
wonder sometimes what planet people like good old Uncle Ray arrived
from. Some people may say this is just a good old-fashioned way of
making your children tow the line and perfectly acceptable. Remember
the older (" ohhhh the decline in moral standards) generation in the
streets giving us their memories of how they were stuck up a chimney
and thrashed daily with the buckle end of fathers leather belt. How
all this was done just as a character building exercise, how they
knew where they stood in those days, how they respected their parents
and teachers for taking such time to beat ten bells of shit out of
them, how they were seen and not heard and that classic line "It
never did us any harm".

Ok allow me to go through these old sayings
1The decline in moral standards------I personally fail to see that
there is a decline in moral standards today. Children seem to be a
lot quicker minded, a lot more creative, and do not have the fear of
being clumped every moment of their waking day for making little
mistakes
.
2Children knew where they stood in those days-------That's an easy
one, do as your told or you will get a clump, of course they knew
where they stood they were frightened of their parents.

3 How they respected their parents and teachers for taking such time
to beat ten bells of shit out of them--------Well I'm sorry but fear
is not respect, never has been, never will be. The people I have
always feared I have always feared end of story. A little bit like
the bigger and more of a bully the person is the more respect you
must show them. Ive always taken the course of action of keeping out
of these peoples way.

4 It never did us any harm ------yea right, the people who use to
come out with this one were the people that always seemed to be
fairly bitter about something or other, be it the state of the
country, Margaret Thatcher, or possibly how long they had to wait for
a 71 bus to take them four stops further on their free bus pass.

Ok I apologise if this sounds highly disrespectful. I take
into consideration that some of these people lived through a war,
lost love ones through a war and generally suffered hardship that a
lot of people who are reading this will never know. If that is the
case they do did have the right to be bitter. But we do all have to
get on with life and make the best of it

So getting back to Good old Uncle Ray, the farming slipper-wielding
father of five. We only ever visited this family twice, thank god, as
twice was enough. I remember one occasion though where I got so
embarrassed that I hid behind the sofa. The oldest girl whose name
was Diane, and at the time aged twelve, had back chatted Aunty Mary.
For her troubles she was sent to her bedroom and she was told if she
wasn't up there within two minutes she would be duly slippered. Now
with me having this little thing for play spanking I was a little
fearful for the girl that she was about to get it for real and I do
not know whether It was the embarrassment factor or whether out of
the kindness of my heart I was frightened I might be next. As I went
red in the face Aunty Mary must have noticed because she turned round
and reassured me that it wasn't me who was going to get my little
bottom tanned it was Diane. Personally this did not really do
anything to make me feel any better, Sod this I thought and straight
under the sofa I went covering my eyes with my little hands and
refusing to come out. The daughter had now made her way up to the
bedroom, and there was me hoping to god that when Uncle Ray got in
she wasn't going to get the hiding of a lifetime. Low and behold what
happens why I am under the sofa, they all decide to start another
conversation about whacking their children. Why they are yapping away
about how best to smack the children so enters Uncle Ray to pass his
words of wisdom to the proceedings. I think I remember some
reference being made to me as a big girls blouse or something to that
effect. I then find out that not only does Uncle Ray not only seem to
like wearing his size ten slippers across his children's backside but
he is also a scout master and if the cubs behave like girls he makes
balanced adults. Unfortunately I fear it is not the latter.

There are cases where I have spoken to people who have seemed to
spent their life being shit scared of their parents, because of some
of the whacking they got not to mention the verbal abuse they
suffered as children.

I can recall an ex girlfriend from four years back who was in her
early thirties and in her life had seemed to be really dealt some bad
blows. She was terrified of her mother to the extreme that her mother
had only seen her two sons a few time because one of them was badly
impaired and she had it in her head that her mother was ashamed. The
girl had suffered numerous beatings as a child and you name it she
had been whacked with it.

I think I have made it more than clear what my view on the constant
ritual whacking of children by this I mean in the ways of Uncle ray
and people like him. I feel though if it isn't bad enough in the home
the real abuse of power went on in schools.