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From Februs 45 Roy Tersley interviews Liz. When did you first realise that you had an interest in spanking? I have always been curious about being spanked since I was a very small girl. Although I was never spanked by my parents I sometimes used to wish that I had been. As I got older my punishment was to be grounded and often in receipt of lengthy lectures which I hated. It seemed to me that a spanking would provide a much better and quicker option. I am pretty sure that just the threat of a spanking would have deterred me from misbehaving. I always think that I would have hated it had I been spanked but now perhaps I am not so sure! I will never know. I have one recollection that when I was fifteen, maybe sixteen, I angered my father to the extent that he slapped my face, it was a very gentle slap and didn’t hurt at all but I was fuming that he had hit me, so maybe I am sure that I would have resented being spanked. Were y...

From Uniform Girls 7 ‘Sixteen would certainly be much too old to start ballet if a girl were hoping to take it up  professionally ,’ declared Edward Repton. ‘Of course. But as a healthful exercise, as a system of physical and mental training and discipline, then almost any age is suitable. For that 16 is admirable, and I applaud your intention.’ Elizabeth Milbury flushed slightly. ‘Oh I’m so pleased.’ They were in the Milburys’ sitting room; Edward Repton, Mrs Milbury and her daughter Sarah who was 16-and-a-half. The Milburys had only recently moved to the area and Mrs Milbury had heard about Mr Repton from one of her new neighbours. ‘Girls of that age need an interest,’ Monica Wilmot had said. ‘Otherwise all they can think of is boys.’ Elizabeth certainly agreed and ballet training was such a marvellous idea, the only thing was that Sarah might be a little old to start. Monica said she knew Mr Repton did start girls at th...

From Blushes 41 Did you know, Jean, that the tawse is still in use in many Scottish schools? Both boys and girls schools?’ The young nose wrinkled and a faintly puzzled expression appeared. ‘Er… what exactly is a tawse, Miss Cameron?’ A look of exasperation crossed the face of the stern-featured woman. ‘You really mean to say you do not know what a tawse is? Having lived eighteen years north of the border…’ ‘No… I don’t, Miss Cameron. I think I may have heard the word used in some connection,’ replied the fair-haired Jean. Miss Cameron ejected a scoffing laugh. ‘Connection! That’s good. The connection, I may tell you Jean, is with the bare behind of schoolchildren who don’t behave themselves. Because the tawse is a length of leather, often split into two at its end.’ The girl blinked nervously. ‘Y-You mean it’s a strap… a punishing strap?’ ‘That’s what I mean,’ said Miss Cameron bluntly. ‘What is more, Jean, I may say th...