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
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.
