After the short match we were on pathway and father slap my face several times to stop my scrounging and my panic. We stayed all morning and I loved it – and I still had the ride back to the house to look forward to. Each was given as hard as she could, while the severity of the tanning was varied by the number of belts given. This was always administered in a traditional manner and on the usual place – with comprehensive ritual and formality, I was given a sore bottom. In my experience (as someone who started school in the late 70s) we were terrified of the Deputy Head who was in charge of giving the pump.

When it lasted several minutes father came from the pathway, took my hands and put me on the pathway. My parents were not nudists or naturists, they stood full (summer) clothed or in swim-suite every time. I remember her saying: “That smacking is nothing compared to what will happen on your 14th birthday! It was all I could do to retrieve the three quarters from my pocket, tuck the magazine neatly into my backpack and pedal on home on my ten-speed so I could discover what this article could possibly be about (perhaps about a female circus tamer? The situation at our homes was similar, but probably corporal punishment was in fact more widely used.I would go into the headmistress' office to collect the punishment book, which was a traumatic experience in itself. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her. That night, as I examined my red, smarting bottom in the mirror, I determined that I would do exactly that.

Health reasons consisted in my parent‘s belief that it is necessary for kids to wear as less as possible especially during hot summer days and another health reason was that good parents must control hygiene and development of child‘s total body. I remember clearly, teaches throwing blackboard rubbers at our head, a biology teacher kicking a boy off a stool from under him and an art teacher slapping him around the face in front of the class with no repercussions. After a year went by, I forgot all about it and continued to wear girl’s clothes whenever I was sure I wouldn’t get caught.Miss Wallman, who was headmistress of the girls’ school, was also extremely strict, but she was respected by us girls, and liked all the same. In the night after the lesson individual moments of the punishment come to my mind very intensively though I wished the humiliation was only bad dream and it never happened. As an ex teacher and now a HLTA I would hate for their to be corporal punishment in schools - I would never hit a child.