Roadside spanking

Roadside spanking

Did anyone else ever go on a road trip with their parents, and do something that made their mother or father so annoyed that they pulled the car off the road and delivered a spanking on the spot? Mine did. Actually, in retrospect, I guess I was lucky it didn’t happen sooner than it did, […]

Indelible memory

Indelible memory

I can remember, when I was about 10 or 11, having two or possibly three spankings in one week. I think the first was at the weekend, after we – my parents and brother – were visiting my grandparents, who lived in a rather small cottage. The front room was very small and crowded with […]

Seeing Simon

When I was 13, I became friends with another boy in my village who was two years younger. As was not uncommon at the time, we were both still getting our bottoms smacked when our parents felt it necessary. Less common was that for both of us, the main disciplinarian was our mother. With me, […]

Jane’s cane

Jane’s cane

It is now 50 years ago that I visited an aunt with my mother. On arrival, we were shown into the dining room and my aunt apologised for asking us to wait, as she had a job to finish upstairs. As we sat down we could hear my aunt sharply issuing instructions and the pleading […]

The present

Unfortunately for me, my parents were not opposed to smacking bottoms, should the behaviour warrant it. They believed in smacking them until they were so sore that the culprit could not sit down comfortably for quite some time. Sometimes this was done in private and sometimes in front of others. I remember on one particular […]

The broken mirror

In the winter of 1975 my grandfather on my mother’s side had just passed away.Mother inherited an antique mirror that she had adored since she was a little girl. This mirror was a very old one. She placed it in the hallway and warned me not to play rough around it. A few weeks after […]

At the supermarket

I grew up in the usual middle-class suburban family. I had two siblings. My father very rarely spanked us, and when he did you barely felt it. My mother, on the other hand, was quite a different proposition – I remember one time in particular. This event took place on a winter day when we […]