The Good old days

I remember my Aunty Betty getting lippy with my Grandad in the nineteen-fifties. She had been out until ten o’clock at night and was just sixteen years of age. They began arguing near the bottom of the stairs. He took hold of her, led her into the kitchen and put her over his knee. Then he pulled down her knickers and gave her a thorough spanking with his bare hand. I bet he could have spun her around if he had wanted. She never answered him back again!



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