This just in from The Spank Statement’s South of England correspondent:
For a few brief moments in time, Herne Bay was the centre of the spanking universe. Yes, sleepy little Herne Bay on the north Kent Coast, best known for being a retirement location and the fact that 65% of its population is over 65 years old.
Back in 1958, a scandal rocked the little seaside resort, when the two licensees of a local pub called The Wheatsheaf, appeared in the divorce courts.
The wife, Norita Clements, a former dancer with E.N.S.A. (an organisation that entertained the troops during the war) was suing her husband John Clements, an ex RAF officer, for divorce on the grounds of cruelty.
The cruelty in question, was the fact that he had spanked her bottom on three separate occasions, or thrice spanked it, as the paper put it! She was spanked hard enough to make her cry. The reason for the spankings were, John felt she was fraternising with other men while he was recuperating in a nursing home.
Quite rightly, John took a poor view of this sort of shocking behaviour, and in the gentlemanly manner of many a leading man in British films during the 50s, decided that she needed a trip over her spouse’s knee. Evidently, Norita didn’t mend her ways and another two trips were needed! The judge back then, was a man, who clearly thought that if a wife behaved provocatively to her husband, she should expect a sore bottom. He threw out the petition for cruelty.
I wonder what it was like to be a local at the Wheatsheaf back then? Quite amusing I would think, and not a little arousing! Norita Clements was a very attractive woman, so any man being served a pint by her, just wouldn’t be able to hide a sly grin, at the thought of her being soundly spanked across the knee of ‘Mine Host’.
Being the 50s, the newspaper report is a little thin on the ground concerning the juicy details of the actual spankings, (unlike 15 years later during the Darren Nesbitt case) but I like to think that John Clements was a traditionalist, and so I’m sure that the lovely Norita’s knickers were lowered for her richly deserved punishment.
The Wheatsheaf pub is still going and is situated just outside Herne Bay in a place called Swalecliffe. Ever since the acrimonious divorce case in 1958, it has been customary to say ‘bottoms up’ before downing your first pint!
Thanks to Martyn for sending me this news report and the scan of the original newspaper article.