Mr Ozawa

In the 1960s, I was re-united with my best friend from grade school. By that time, Susan and her husband had three sons. The eldest, John (aged 10 at the time), was one for getting into everything. One late Fall afternoon, when Susan and I were having coffee, John came home and walked through their […]

Bared brother

This incident happened when I was about 10 years old and my brother Robbie was eight. We were close in age and always fighting and so forth, but this time my brother was on his own. I really can’t remember the exact circumstances but for some reason, he had locked himself in the bathroom and […]

Shopping day

Both of my parents, especially my Mum, were lovely and broadminded – but they also believed that a stern punishment should be handed out when necessary. They felt it was necessary quite often, so my siblings and I were quite experienced in getting a sore bottom from Mum or Dad. Some I forgot after my […]

Parking lot justice

Until recently, I had pretty much concluded that traditional parenting methods had gone the way of the dinosaur, as today’s parents seem increasingly prone to abdicate their responsibilities to the purveyors of psycho-babble and big government. The Sunday before last, however, I learned that my pessimism may have been premature. The incident that changed my […]

The real thing

This is from my childhood in Scandinavia in the late 60s/early 70s, and is my recollection of my first bare bottom spanking. My mother would often threaten me with spankings if I did not behave. She would say things like: “I am going to the garden to cut a birch to use on your bare […]

Bare your butt!

My sad tale began when I decided to take my two-stroke motorcycle for a spin around the block. I had been told before not to ride my motorcycle on the street. I had recently turned 15 years old and was not old enough to drive. Thinking no-one was home, however, I decided to take my […]

Cow pie

I can’t believe I’m actually telling someone this story! Although this happened a good 40 years ago, I can still remember it as being one of the more pleasurable times of my life back then. My father worked long hours and was a very easy going man and doted on us children as much as […]