The Brutal Schoolmaster
In these modern times you won’t catch me publishing anything that glorifies the spanking of children for any reason (this is determinedly a blog about “adult erotic spanking”) but I do sometimes share historical bits of children’s folklore about their experiences of it from the bygone eras when it was a routine part of their lives. I think this Scots schoolyard rhyme falls into that category:
Our wee school, is a nice wee school, it’s made of bricks and plaster,
The only thing, that’s wrong with it, is the baldy-headed master.He goes to the pub each Saturday, he goes to church on Sunday,
To pray to God, to give him strength, to belt the weans on Monday.
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