I lived in New Jersey all my life. I had a younger sister named Alex. At the time this happened, she was 9 and I was 13, in 1962. My mother was always pretty carefree. She never usually cared what me and my sister did. My father got sick of it. He divorced my mother […]

My mother was a schoolmistress in a small village primary school in Scotland in the 1950s, when the tawse was considered a piece of equipment essential in the maintenance of classroom discipline. It was not surprising, therefore, that she was an enthusiastic practitioner of corporal punishment not only in school, but also in the home. […]

Growing up in the 70s, my parents always gave a wonderful tanning to my brothers and sister but never me – I was almost always a perfect angel. This one time, however, when I was 12 (my parents never spanked past ten), we had been driving in the car for a long time. I always […]

I was brought up in the 60s and 70s and at that time, parents generally were a good deal stricter with their kids than they are today – the cane was still used in most schools, including mine, and although I was never punished at school, at home both my parents and my mother in […]

I was just approaching nine years old and had finished my second year at prep school. My brother had gone off to scout camp but I was deemed too young to join the wolf cub camp that year. Instead, I was invited to spend the first week or so of the summer holidays with a […]

Being raised in the 1970s, our mum was a big believer in ‘smacked bottoms’ (no-one I knew ever called them spankings) for naughty children. Or at least she was where I was concerned, it seemed. Whereas since the age of about three, I had regularly been turned over her knee with my pants down, by […]