When I was a girl, smacking was still a very common punishment for Britain’s naughty children and I’d like to share two specific memories I have of receiving CP.
Like many English children of the time, I went on the train for a seaside holiday. If you are of the same generation as me, you’ll probably remember travelling in those carriages with old-fashioned slam doors, which had no corridors but instead small, separate compartments with long, plump bench-type seating.
But I wonder who else, likes me, also remembers having their bottoms smacked on the return journey home?
My personal memory begins with me going to a popular northern resort with mum’s sister and her two children. I remember whining for much of the day of our return because I was either cold, very hungry or needed to go to toilet.