The Library of Spanking Fiction: Wellred Weekly
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In Praise of the Butter Pat some like a Scottish tawse, or a heavy weighted ruler, laid hard across their paws. Such means of castigation is just a load of tat, for we few former children spanked by a batter pat. (With apologies to Flanders and Swann's A Transport of Delight) The debate about corporal punishment will still be with us for many years to come. Regardless of the merits or otherwise, (and I'm against any form of non-consensual spanking, whatever the age of the recipient), one thing is very true: the punishments one always remembers are the spankings at home, by relatives away from home, and at school. Even to this day I can remember the time, place, and reason for my spankings, and in the case of my canings, the number of strokes awarded. I was spanked from a very early age by my mother at home. The normal procedure was to wait until bath time. After I'd been washed and dried, my misdeeds were spelt out to me, I would be told to face the wall and - smack - smack - smack - until my bottom was very red. Once I was misguided enough to say scornfully, "Well that didn't hurt." Big mistake! The dose was repeated only much harder, and that time it really did hurt! As I grew older my mother experimented with other implements. I remember particularly a toy sword, which looked impressive, made a lot of noise, but hardly hurt at all. I used to cry out a lot and this fooled mother for a while, but eventually she saw through me, and reverted to a slipper. This however did not satisfy her completely, as the soft slippers she used again were quite ineffective, but one day she found the perfect answer - The Butter Pat!  She came across these two implements while rummaging through the kitchen drawer. They were like miniature paddles made of wood, the main part was rectangular and they had a short handle. They were smooth on one side, and serrated on the other. They were intended to roll butter into round balls, which were very much the fad in restaurants and hotels at that time. I don't recall them ever being used for the purpose for which they were intended at home, but they certainly found frequent use elsewhere.I was never on the receiving end of the serrated side, although from time to time this was threatened, the smooth side itself was bad enough. Occasionally I got it during the day on the back of my shorts, usually about six swats, which was enough to reduce me to tears. Normally, though, I got it at bed time. I would bend over the end of the bed, my pyjama bottoms would be pulled down and my pyjama top lifted. By this time I would be in a state of complete panic. Six to ten swats would be given, and I then knew the meaning of the phrase, "Crying oneself to sleep." I feared this punishment far more than being caned at my day school, although this was to change when I went to boarding school and learned what a 'proper caning' felt like. I must have had the butter pat on average once every two months from my eighth until my tenth birthday, but then, to my great relief, my home spankings ceased. I was still threatened from time to time with the butter pat right up to my thirteenth birthday. Was it an empty threat? I preferred not to put it to the test.  Even so, at that early age, although the punishment was extremely painful, I still fantasised about bending over the end of the bed and having my pyjama bottoms pulled down. This stayed with me for many years and regularly appeared in my dreams.Even though the butter pat closely resembled the paddle which was used in American schools and homes, the first time I heard of the latter was when I was in New York in the mid-seventies. The New York Times reported a court case where a schoolboy had refused to be paddled for tardiness by his school and had taken his grievance to court. I don't know how it ended but as you can imagine it brought all my childhood memories back to life, and I had an interesting dream that night! I would be interested to know if anybody else was punished in this way. The only one I know for sure was me! 19 comments
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