Dotes: 1970s pub life

09May13

OTK spankingI recently had a great letter from 74-year-old Ged who gave permission to publish this anecdote from his life as a publican.

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I have just found your excellent blog A Voice in the Corner. I have a short true story from circa 1974.

My then wife and I took over a Pub in a north of England town. It proved very successful, and we generated a good lunch time trade, doing snacks and meals. We hired a local girl, in her mid-20’s, to help out in the busy bar, during week day lunch time.

She was called Janet, and had a young child from a previous relationship. Evidently the father did a runner as soon as he found she was pregnant. Her mother looked after the child, so she could work for us. She was a great asset to the pub, and was popular with all the regulars.

One day I had gone into town to replenish some stock, and on returning, noticed that Janet was still around although it was after closing time. I also sensed that an atmosphere was present between her and my wife. I asked what was wrong, and my wife informed me that she had seen Janet take some money out of the tip box. This money was shared out every month between all who worked behind the bar. I asked Janet why she had done it, and she explained she had received a bill that had to be paid instantly, and she thought she could take some money and repay it later. I explained that what she had done was wrong, but my wife interjected, saying we should dismiss her. I took her to one side telling her how popular Janet was, and what a good worker she had been. We agreed that we should try to make some allowance.

We sat Janet down and explained that we could dismiss her there and then, but were reluctant to do so, and asked her what she thought we should do. Before she could respond, my wife just blurted out, “that if Janet had been one of our daughters, she would have received a monumental spanking, and that would have been the end of it.”

Janet’s replied, “If that means I keep my job, please do it now.”

We were both stunned at her reply, as my wife’s comment had only been a spur of the moment comment. But there was no going back, and my wife said OK and told me to carry out the punishment there and then.

Janet nodded her agreement. I stood and moved an upright chair in the centre of the room, and asked Janet to come over my knee. She did this willingly, and her fingers were on the floor one side, and her toes on the floor at the other. She was wearing a summer dress, with no tights or stockings.

I began to spank slowly over her dress, and then lifted it to begin over her knickers, which were a royal blue lace.  After a couple of minutes, my wife said that I should remove the knickers, and concentrate on her bare bottom. Without prompting Janet eased herself up and removed them down to her ankles herself.

I continued spanking her cheeks alternately for about three or four minutes until her bottom became very red and then I stopped and told Janet it was over.

She rose slowly, pulled her knickers up and adjusted her dress. We told her the matter was now settled, and that if in future she needed money, she should mention it to us. My wife suggested I should run Janet home in the car.

Janet did not say much during the short five minute journey, but when I stopped at her house, she turned to me looked me in the eye and said “I am sorry for what I did, and thank you for punishing me for it.”

She then moved forward and gave me a kiss on the lips, and got out of the car.

A few weeks later, her mother was in the bar one evening and called me over. I thought she was going to give me a rollicking, but just the opposite. She told me that Janet had told her what had happened and had showed her the red bottom. Her mother said I had done the right thing, and should not hesitate to do likewise if she stepped out of line again. I told her I would, and bought her another drink.

Janet continued to work for us for over five years, and the spanking was referred to occasionally, usually in fun, but I never got another opportunity.

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Thanks Ged for that little slice of social history.



19 Responses to “Dotes: 1970s pub life”

  1. 1 paul1510

    Damian,
    this actually feels like the real thing. 🙂
    Paul.

  2. 2 Sammy Scott

    You didn’t mention Janet’s reaction during the spanking. As a 20 something girl who’s experienced a spanking, believe me I’m sure she’d have been kicking and crying like I was.

    • 3 Mark Winters

      Wow. Sorry for butting in. You mean, you’re in your 20’s and you’ve been spanked? Don’t know about anyone else but would love to hear more about this.

    • 6 DJ

      In what context were you spanked? You’re not a barmaid are you? 😉

      • 7 Sammy Scott

        No. I’m not a bar-maid. But it was EXTREMELY embarassing

      • 9 Svetlana

        Good girls don’t tell. 😉

      • 10 Sammy Scott

        Who said I was a “good girl” lol

        Depends who you ask. Don’t want to really give out info on here but could send details by email. Would you like my email?

  3. 11 garyntboy

    Darn it !!! I ran a pub with my wife for eight years and never got to spank any of our staff. Nice story though, thank you.
    Kind regards,
    Gary.

  4. I think thay was a great story

  5. 14 DJ

    I worked in a pub too – and funny enough spanking did crop up. 😉

  6. 15 cindy2

    I also agree that this feels very real. The proprietor’s wife had the good sense to advise her husband to ease the panties/knickers of the girl down so he could focus his attention on the bare bottom. And even more important, the penitent girl eased her panties down to give an unobstructed view of her bottom so that the chastisement could continue.

    What a lovely story.

    • 16 Sammy Scott

      Believe me, it’s MORE embarrassing to have the person spanking you pull down your knickers…

  7. 17 DJ

    Sammy (and others) if you gave me your correct email in the required field then I have your email.

    I don’t publish them here for obvious reasons – but you all should have a spanko-safe id and email anyway unless you really have absolutely no need for discretion.

    My direct email can be found by following the link on the about page. (But most of you knew that).

    Thanks again to Ged for his contribution. 🙂

    • 18 Ged

      Well that seams to have engineered a lot of comments. To answer a few. Yes it was real. Janet did squirm a little, and shed a few tears, but was surprisingly silent during the ordeal. My wife dried her tears for her before I drove her home. Ged

  8. Yes, I might say once the ‘PUB’licity got out that any more thievery from this naughty bar maid or any other female employee would be dealt with severely namely a good thrashing on their naked rear end. It stopped.


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