I guess there aren’t many kids these days who live in fear of getting their bottom walloped when report day rolls around, but back in my schooldays, many of us would roll home feeling like we were carrying an unexploded bomb in our satchels.
Well-spanked bottoms for poor school reports were a common phenomenon when I grew up in the 50s and 60s, and myself, my brother and sister all felt my father’s hand across our backsides on a number of occasions for that very reason.