Dear Auntie Beatrice
You so remind me of my Mummy. When I was sixteen I too started to get into mischief and mixed with the wrong company. My Mummy immediately put me back into school short trousers and started not only to collect me from school but she also took me there. I had to hold her hand all the time and if I resisted, a firm few smacks across the back of my legs soon reminded me that Mummy was in charge.
When we arrived home it was bath time immediately and then I was put straight into pyjamas ready for bed, and of course my pyjamas were sewn especially for me and were very babyish as they were baby blue and had pictures of Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore.
My bedtime was put back to 6.30 pm on school nights,Saturday was special as I was allowed to stay up until 7 pm, although I had to be bathed and in my pyjamas by 5 pm.
On Sunday, because I had school the next day, bedtime was very early at 5 pm and Mummy would put me into my pyjamas ready for bed at 3 pm as my aunt and her daughter Janice always came for tea. It was very embarrassing as Janice was only thirteen and I had to kiss her and my aunt night-night before Mummy took me up to bed.
Sometimes it was even worse, if I was due a bedtime spanking I would be put across Mummy’s lap for a smacked bottom while aunty and Janice looked on appearing to enjoy my humiliation.
Mummy continued to discipline me this way until I was eighteen. Thanks to her intervention my school performance improved and I went off to University where I met my future wife, but that is another story.
Phillip Jones
