Thursday, August 20, 2015

Do you wish you were back in the 50's?

I remember some of this slang, what does that say about me?  You better not say I'm old.  Say I read a lot.  ha ha.  This is a blast and I'm sure you'll enjoy.


 Having a blast with Correcting the Coeds, #spanking #1950s slang


By Cara Bristol


In researching the 1950s for my story Educating His Bride in the spanking romance collection Correcting the Coeds, I ran across a slang glossary from the 1950s. Some terms are still used today, others are familiar (although no longer in popular usage) while others have completely different meanings today. Just for “kicks,” here’s some “boss” slang from the 1950s:

Back seat bingo – kissing in the car
Circled - married
Committed – engaged to be married
Give me a bell – phone me
Hit the bottle – bleach one’s hair blonde
Hottie – a fast car
Jacketed – going steady
Keepers – one’s parents
Make out – kissing, petting
On pills – dieting
On the hook – in love
Passion pit – drive-in movie
Pinky’s out of jail – your slip is showing
Snowed – infatuated



Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds
“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.”
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.
He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.”
Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.
Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.
She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.
“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”
“Henry, please,” she beseeched.
“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.
Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.
He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”
Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.
She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out.
“That’s one,” he said.
The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.
Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.
“Two,” he said.
Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.
“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”
She slapped her palms onto the desk.
“That was three,” he said.
A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.
“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”
Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”
“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”
He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.


Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.


16 comments:

  1. I recognised 'Give me a bell' and 'make out'. In England, we used to say 'Charlie's dead' when someone's slip was showing, no idea who Charlie was!

    Rosie

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  2. Hi Sunny and Cara, I recognized to make out and committed. I think these two are still in use, aren't they?
    I loved the snippet, it is great scene, and I think the punishment is well deserved.

    hugs

    Nina

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    1. Committed is still in use, but it doesn't necessarily refer to engagement.

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  3. Enjoyed this Sunny and Cara, I recognised give me a bell and make out too and giggled at a couple of others that have different meanings now days like hit the bottle.

    Congratulations on the new release Cara. Really enjoyed the excerpt too and love the premise. This sounds like an awesome set and a great theme.

    Hugs
    Roz

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  4. I just started reading this yesterday and I'm really enjoying!

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  5. Hi Sunny, I recognized a few. I am with Rosie, we used to say Charlie's dead when your petticoat was showing. Who the blazes is Charlie?! I loved the book. I reckon we could have been a bit more open about the whole spanking thing then so maybe I was born too late :(
    love Jan,xx

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    1. Now we don't have to worry about Charlie! Does anyone wear a slip anymore?

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  6. Thank you, Sunny, for having me today!!!

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    1. You are certainly welcome, Cara. Anytime. Hope it generates some extra sales.

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  7. I knew a couple of these. Never heard of keepers for parents though.

    Congratulations on the new book Cara. Loved the excerpt.

    Thanks Cara and SG.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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    1. I knew a couple too, others not so. I think it depended on the geographic area. It's funny how the saying have changed over the years.

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  8. Hi Sunny and Cara, petting was feeling a girl up, but only from the waist up, Submarine Races was going to Lovers Lane to watch the Submarine Races.

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    1. Yup!!!. Thanks for stopping by Laurel.

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