Infant days

My education was a bit messed up, not least for spending chunks of time on hospital visits, plus visiting specialist services that took me way from class which I suspect  created problems around what in England they call the Three R's that last to this day.
I can for all the difficulties I face recall when I started Infant School which its separation from Mommy which like most back then didn't work so you spend most of your daytime in her company.
For me it involved things like being introduced to your First Teacher whose job it is to help you adjust to the routines and expectations of school such as having rules about when we speak, when we do things and when we can go to the toilet.
As ever some children seemed to get to grips rather more with this than others, usually but not always those who came from big families with older children but the allure of doing things when we wanted to rather than when our teacher said could and did the better of us.
That was when, because it was the very late Nineteen Sixties thru Nineteen Seventy-One, scenes like this would happen because we would be spanked in front of each other sometimes in twos and threes while the rest of class were to look on.
We'd feel their pain in our bottoms.
We would be encouraged to tell our friends they deserved it because they were naughty and broke the rules.
In many ways we were learning to accept having our bottoms spanked as normal which for us it sure was, that nothing could stop it unless we changed our behaviour and we were to accept our punishment.