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Date Posted: 10:42:09 05/07/08 Wed
Author: Sandy
Subject: Re: Student Housing In The Old Days
In reply to: Kim 's message, "Student Housing In The Old Days" on 22:58:43 05/05/08 Mon

Hi Kim. I too went to college, 30 years ago now. I could have stayed in a dorm but one of my mother's friends knew of a single older lady who lived in the area and took in students. She was married but had no children.

I went to meet her with my mother and the landlady, Mrs. Crisp, said if I came I'd be one of three girls staying with her. Two of us would be at college, the other had been but was now working. Mrs Crisp said she had rules about keeping rooms clean, being in at night on time, helping in the kitchen, not drinking and such. Further she said it was her policy to punish if rules were broken. She said she tried to be very fair about punishments but she was also strict and if necessary she administered a spanking. I was shocked. My mother wasn't. She said "Sandy knows what a spanking is and if she needs it, you give it to her." Mrs. Crisp said she wanted to be clear. Her spankings were always given on the bare, she gave long hard spankings when she had to, and while she was sure I was a good girl she'd never had anyone staying with her who didn't need spanking from time to time. She said the two girls who were with her now were very well behaved but they still needed spankings sometimes and they got them. It was clear I would too. My mother asked how often the other two girls got spanked and Mrs. Crisp said on average it was probably once every three or four weeks for each of them. "So Sandy would likely be getting a spanking for something every month?" asked my mother. Mrs. Crisp smiled and said "no, I expect at least for the first little while she'd probably get spanked twice as often. I find it takes the girls a little while to learn." I was in a state of shock but my mother said when she'd gone to college she'd stayed with a landlady who had been a strong disciplinarian and it had helped her grow up and do well in class. She said she was sure it would be good for me too. This was the first I'd ever heard of mom being spanked and now I was really shocked. "You got spanked?" I asked in amazement. "How do you think I know how to give you such a good spanking?" she said. Mrs. Crisp said, "Have you spanked Sandy recently?" My mother turned to her and said my last spanking had been several months before. Mrs. Crisp said she was glad to know that and that girls who were spanked at home always did best at her house. Mrs. Crisp then said it was her practice to give a roomer a spanking before they came to live with her so that the roomer was clear what they were getting into. She said if I wanted to come and live with her I should return at 8 p.m. that evening to meet the other girls, "and we'll have a little spanking while you're here." She also said my mother was welcome to come if she wished. That evening I had my first of many spankings from Mrs. Crisp. Looking back, like my mother, I feel they were a positive thing helping me grow up, accept responsibility, and do better in class.



>Back about 25 years ago it was rare if it existed at
>all that student housing was co-ed. They also had
>house mothers who could be strict disciplinarians. My
>house mother was very strict and wasn't squeemish
>about dishing out punishment.
>My house mother was a fairly attractive, though
>straight laced and very strong woman, probably about
>40, although at the time I thought she was ancient.
>The sound of spankings and paddlings and the cries of
>young women were frequently heard resounding
>throughout the house. I heard many of them, but I was
>a good girl and never thought I be one of them.
>I distinctly remember my first like it was yesterday.
>I was no stranger to spankings. My mom spanked me
>until I went off to college. Maybe that is why I was a
>good girl. Spankings were something I wished to avoid.
>Our curfew on weeknights was 9:30 and bed time at
>11:00. One night I snuck in just before midnight. I
>was detained for some silly reason, but nothing too
>naughty. Just when I thought I was safely inside my
>room, the door opened and the house mother escorted me
>to the den. I had never seen the den before and it was
>a scary place. A couch, a desk, a few chairs, a
>variety of paddles, straps and rods hanging on the
>wall. I looked in amazement and horror and my heart
>was pounding out of my chest.
>The house mother went to the desk drawer and selected
>a thick oval paddle much like an old fashioned
>hairbrush as I stood in fromnt of the couch. Without a
>word she undid my jeans, pulled them to my ankles,
>then yanked my panties down. She sat on the couch and
>just stared me down for what had to be a good couple
>of minutes before lecturing me in a low but stern
>voice. Not only was I in trouble for being late, but
>for sneaking in and, if I remember, having alcohol on
>my breath. Finally she guided me over her lap and the
>spanking began. That was one hell of a hard and
>furious spanking on my butt and hind legs that had to
>have lasted 5 minutes. I was crying my head off and
>begging her to stop.
>Her hand was nothing compared to when that paddle
>began raining down on my burning butt. Oh, that was
>torture. It never even occurred to me this whole time
>that everyone in the house and probably two blocks
>away could hear the whole thing. At some point I had
>kicked my pants off.
>I was directed to the corner until I could stop
>crying. Then I received a long lecture and ordered to
>head for my room in my panties holding my jeans. I
>couldn't sleep at all that night and sitting in
>classes the next day was not at all comfortable.
>That was my first, but certainly not my last.

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