WAITING FOR MOTHER
“Here I am again” Joan thought unhappily, “Having to spend heaven knows how long in this horrible demeaning position, my pants on display for my brothers and sisters to see and snigger over, until Mother decides it is time to put me over her knee while she uses that nasty hairbrush of hers.
It was long since teatime, and her Father had left for the pub, giving his errant daughter a smack on her backside on the way out. It was her Mother’s job to enforce discipline in the home, and she left Joan in no doubt as to how she would do it.
“Here I am again” Joan thought unhappily, “Having to spend heaven knows how long in this horrible demeaning position, my pants on display for my brothers and sisters to see and snigger over, until Mother decides it is time to put me over her knee while she uses that nasty hairbrush of hers.
It was long since teatime, and her Father had left for the pub, giving his errant daughter a smack on her backside on the way out. It was her Mother’s job to enforce discipline in the home, and she left Joan in no doubt as to how she would do it.