At Vallis First School, in deepest darkest Somerset, there lived a teacher by the name of Mrs Williams, who was a dragon of a Welsh lady. She had firm punishment guidelines and her favoured method was...making us miss lunch. No, of course not, she was a botty-smacker of some relish. One girl called Vanessa had a little gang who liked to spit at people they didn't like - unfortunately, they got nicked (or should that be knicked?) and Mrs W visited out retribution in assembly. Each luckless child was made to bend over, and the Dragon gave them a good spanking in front of all. This, by the way, was in 1977. She also meted out individual spankings, but more of that later. If the research team wants to check this out, they might also go through the annals of the Somerset Standard, where they will find details of a spanking given to a girl around 1987-89, which became a cause celebre

An actual on topic post and it sits here without a single comment or reply for a full day. If it had something to do with a munch or Lady Pan it wouldn't have gone 5 minutes without a flaming reply. What is this forum about now? Munches and Pro Domms?

Personally, I would like to thank Anon. for a very good post. It even has the name of the school and dates. Not long ago this would have been exciting stuff.

The reason for the lack of response is probably because Vallis First School caters only for 4 - 9 year olds and the image of such tiny tots being subjected to ritual beatings and humiliation is one upon which I suspect most readers would rather not dwell.

Thanks for the heads up, Lotta. I had no idea . I suspect that is why it was posted anon.

I'm confused - I thought this forum dwelt on school C.P memories, and many readers/contributers were suspicious of the authenticity of such occurences after the dark ages (i.e 1950's) which I wanted to prove otherwise. What did you think I was contributing, Lotta? A slavering endorsement of such practices? An onanistic renditioning of a much-loved fantasy? If I had wished to do either (and I don't) it would have been very simple. The spankings I got were enjoyable retrospectively and can be dwelt on as a private memory, which is my right, but I doubt if Vanessa and her mates had any enjoyment, then and subsequently, from it, and I wouldn't expect otherwise.

A real life incident can provide a fantasy memory, whilst the fantasiser can be utterly repudiated by its actuality, both in ethos and action. Strange that you should be...interested enough to verify the school. Rather than to criticise or engender more conflict, what would you like to fill the pages of this forum?

I don't think my reply to Bob can reasonably be construed as criticism of Anonymous's posting or as an attempt to engender conflict.

The original posting is on topic and, unusually for a posting on a CP forum, has the ring of truth about it.

I accept totally the legitimacy of deriving pleasure (be it nostalgic, sexual or otherwise) from one's own memories of fellow children in the 4 - 9 age group being smacked.

My point is that such images are unlikely to excite the imagination of any normal person who was not him/herself there as a child at the time.

I suppose they would excite only inasmuch as any story, real or otherwise, provokes ageplay fantasies etc. Let me also point out that the unlucky kids were 8 years old rather than 4/5, but also that if they had been 13/14, would that have been more acceptable? And if so, why? I think that being spanked at primary school in some ways would be a lot better than being spanked or caned at secondary school (not that either is ethically defensible) when the shame potential (and sexual connotations) are that much higher. As younger children it was not so ritualistic as Im sure canings etc were, and it was sort of accepted as a necessary possibility of high-spirited behaviour.

I think I just wanted to make the point that either school CP fantasies derived from real-life incidents are all acceptable, or not at all, regardless of age (notwithstanding the fact that they must remain fantasies, naturally)

That's the po-faced bit - actually, Mrs Williams also dealt out some firm smacked bottoms to me and my friends, and I actually had the audacity to earn one for myself as I knew it made me feel whatever the 9-year-old version of sexually excited is! This being my memory, I am happy to share its details with others should they so wish.

Please share its details with others, Anonymous.

Please do not write under the name ‘Anonymous’.

"If they had been 13/14, would that have been more acceptable? And if so, why?"

Yes, it would have been infinitely more acceptable because beautiful girls of that age produce sexual feelings in millions of normal males. Most such males are young teenagers themselves but many others are decades older. I'm not suggesting it's right, proper or desirable for middle-aged men to lust after 13/14 year olds but I am saying it's not unusual.

In stark contrast, 4 - 9 year olds excite the sexual feelings of nobody who's safe to be free.

I put a name in - Confessee-ons, but it still comes up as anonymous. I suppose I only disagree with you Lotta, in that I would suppose that the turn-on is in being spanked, and the age-player would put themselves in that role, and therefore (ethically) fantasise about the situation. Of course if it is to be the persons age as they are, and watch, or even do the spanking, then I am fully in agreement with you.

So hope that's sorted, then!

As to the spankings themselves, Gillian, how would you like me to describe them? Straightforward, or with a literary flourish?

Dear Confessee-ons,

Some of our members became members because they recognised that other of our members wrote with a literary flourish, whilst others joined because they wanted a good wank. If I were you, I’d write for the literary flourish lot. You have made a good start by throwing a bit of French into your nom-de-plume.

Gillian

Interested to see the posting from Anonymous - do have another go at posting with a more individual pseudonym so that we can distinguish you from all the other Anonymice. I did a quick search on Vallis, not having heard of it and see it is in the town of Frome and that Jenson Button went there in 1980 - another name for the celebrity spankings features on various sites? I have posted on other threads of my own experiences which were also in Somerset not too far from Frome. Can't find much about the Somerset Standard stories though so please enlighten us.

A-ha, Jensen, the Frome flyer! I could tell many amusing stories of a town's attempts to lionise its only celebrity, but I suspect people would scroll stright through it to get to the good bits...however, pleasingly enough, one of the dramatis personae of this tale is his eldest half-sister, Samantha, who most of my friends considered an exotic beauty, but I thought was a stuck-up bint. She would, however, have been in her element as the haughty prefect, dishing out a slippering to the hapless Lucretia, madcap joker of the Fourth Form...mmmnn; perhaps a bit too literary (or archaic, for those people who've never read Malory Towers, or the kinky Phillip Larkin version)

Right.

EXT. DAY. VALLIS FIRST SCHOOL. 1978. OCTOBER.

JUST AFTER MILK BREAK.

I will stress that I never got into trouble. Well, only occasionally. I wasn’t naughty, but I did have an unfortunate propensity to wear my erudition a little too obviously, and be just a bit too superior for my own good. The technical term is a smart-arsed little twat, I believe. Whilst this was fine with other kids, it didn’t play too well with teachers, and certainly not to dinner ladies, who have a high regard to their own propriety (if not their education…) So I had had a few tellings-off from our scary head, Miss Orchard for a being a tad cheeky – she had threatened me once with a good smacked bottom, but unfortunately had never gone through with it, on account of me being a bit of a star pupil and getting my name, and the school’s, in the regional press. On this fateful day, had she been in charge, I might have finished the day with an unsullied derriere, but fate was determined to make meet my doom…

(So far so good, or do I need to “wank” it up a bit?)

So far, so very good.

Stop wanking!

Keep posting!

Funnily enough, I had no spanking desires at the time in a fantasy sense, and certainly not in a real sense, because I had something of a wetting problem, and I certainly didn’t want anyone smacking my bottom and hearing a tell tale rustle. My nemesis occurred during a normal playground altercation – the boys were up to our usual mad games and all the girls were standing, as always, around the edge, talking.

But not three of them. Oh no. Not Alex Barrows, who had to be centre of attention, always. She and three of her friends, including the Button girl, and her friend Rachel (who I secretly adored) decided they would stand in the middle of the playground and start a skipping competition (or something equally as soft). This, naturally enough, severely interfered with the intricate military manoeuvres that Platoon C were carrying out next to the climbing frame, plus obscuring the landing pad that our space mission was just about to utilise.

Girls, eh? Why were they so incapable of comprehending elementary procedures such as docking a space shuttle? And what the bloody hell is cat’s cradle ANYWAY????????? (Obviously the pain runs deep, dear reader, but I’m sure a good dose of therapy will sort me out.) Anyway, Sgt Moi decided to sort it out with a gently and carefully considered statement of clarity vis-à-vis leisure space demarcation, which went along the lines of “get lost you blimin’ spastics, you’re messing up the game”.

For some bizarre reason I couldn’t understand, this seemed to upset the feminine quartet. Was there a subtext I was unaware of? It seemed an eminently reasonable request. Unfortunately it drew the attention of Big Vi, playground supervisor, kindergarten gruppenfuhrer, and all round despoiler of innocent boyish fun. She lumbered over, as graceful as a hippo with bunions and an anal fissure, and fixed me with a doltish glare. Obviously all the electro-cranial sessions were working, because she managed to emote a sentence of clarity, not the usual grunts and Neanderthal mumblings that passed for dinner lady speech. I would have applauded, if the sentence hadn’t included the dreadful words…

“You! Outside Mrs. Williams office right now!”