Discipline Memories of Old

The punishments did their job – I never went out of school again

Mother was a little less severe with me that afternoon than she usually was

You will respect your elders

Discipline was Mothers way of preparing us for a world that could be just as unforgiving

I was never more happy for the start of school

The last time I had my mouth soaped and also the last time I got the strap from either parent

A break from our usual protocol

Those coats were beautiful, but I never wanted another one with a velvet collar

A series of even, measured swats

Warnings of what would happen, from now on, when I misbehaved

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The sting bloomed instantly, a hot, tingling burn that made my eyes water

I see no reason why you should not have six of the best

No one questioned it, it was just how things were done

It made us feel secure, knowing exactly where the boundaries were

Transgressing the boundaries of acceptable conduct

From inside, she pulled out a wooden hairbrush I’d never seen before

The snipping sound was now sharp and final

Paying the price for his deception

Caught Outside the Gates

Stay here, Do not move, I shall return

Tricycle Tantrums

Mother’s ritual

Rules at Mrs Nelson’s place

A Reflection on Discipline and Maternal Guidance

I am convinced that these experiences did us no harm

Lasting reminders of the lesson imparted

A measure of embarrassment

The importance of obedience, respect, and sisterly affection

Each of us would receive six