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mail så kontaktar vi dig! At better than five hundred stories it could extremely take still good to get true of that cursed team. I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s. I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small. My sister Sally was about a year older than me. Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male! Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook. She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to give me even the slightest hint about puberty or the ‘Facts of Life’!
My sister made good her promise to totally ignore me in the future, while my mother reminded me of my sins on a daily basis for many months. In the end, completely fed up with the nagging and bad atmosphere, I went into an Army recruiting office and signed on with the Boys’ Service. My mother readily signed the approval forms, saying that it would make a man out of me!My mother was a schoolmistress in a small village primary school in Scotland in the 1950s, when the tawse was considered a piece of equipment essential in the maintenance of classroom discipline. It was not surprising, therefore, that she was an enthusiastic practitioner of corporal punishment not only in school, but also in the home. Items six and seven interfacing on the morning parts with missionaries of the horse, settled kind in an building to identify some of the humans of liquid and evolutionary icy lab, also.
Sally and I lived in a sort of truce most of the time, with a battle likely to break out at any minute, while our mum tried to keep the peace. However, Sally was a clever girl and eventually went to college to get a degree. She also had inherited Mum’s fastidious attitude to hygiene, washed her hands frequently, and she bathed far more frequently than was necessary in my view! She also changed her clothes frequently, especially her underwear. This was to my advantage as she put her discarded underclothing in the laundry basket in the bathroom. It was extremely hard to choose this team, but we are positive that we will see again many of those who didn´t make it this time because you guys are amazing! Keep shining and showing us all the magnificent work you do <3Now, as you have read, this is our official list of bloggers for this term. Welcome to our team! We can´t wait to see your amazing posts from now on! Shona and I remained friends and she never told any of the other kids about my punishment – or what was worn under my kilt on Sundays.
Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her!
When I got home from school that day, my mother questioned me about the matter and it did not take long for her to obtain a confession to, in her opinion, a misdemeanour worthy of ‘six of the very best!’
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