My nanny was very strict, as you will know already if you’ve read some of my other stories. She took us to the park sometimes and she would meet other nannies there. They compared notes on just about everything while we played. One day, my brother Jeff brought his sailboat to the park. Nanny said […]

Surrounding our property was a large fence, with huge pudding-stone posts every few feet. In between were black square pickets with points at the top – decorative, not sharp. I loved to climb the fence and sit on top of the posts and look out on the world. I was able to do that by […]

The youngest memory I have is a short one. I cannot tell you how old I was, but my mother said I was very little – a young three, perhaps. I took scissors, as many children do, and gave myself a haircut. I described in one of my earlier accounts that I looked and acted […]

The following conversation was found somewhere on the web some years ago – a group of now young women discussing memories of getting their bottoms spanked for wetting their pants. Amy: When I was in kindergarten, we had to line up outside after lunch. When we were about to go in, I had to pee really […]

My husband is the second oldest of five. He has an older brother and three younger sisters. His family owns a building supply and home improvement centre in our area, a business started by his mom and dad and now run by his brother. All three of his sisters also work in the business and […]

During my childhood, discipline was a common affair in most households. I always connected strongly with maternal discipline and one relative in particular captivated my thoughts profoundly. Raji was a straight-faced, stern-looking woman who hardly smiled and carried herself with an air of strictness. She was a doctor and single mum, with a reputation in […]

I grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, and while spanking was, I think, still in common practice in my neighbourhood, it had already gotten a certain stigma attached to it, mainly from well-intentioned liberals who could not differentiate between abuse and discipline that came from a loving place. My folks were (and are) progressive […]

Until I was around nine or 10 years old, I wet the bed at night and therefore wore pull-up diapers. Because of this problem, I did not host or attend many sleepovers – only with very close friends. The following incident happened when I was eight and spent a few nights with my best friend Hannah and […]

Once, when visiting my cousin in Kansas, he was acting really rudely and his mom said: “That’s it – we’re gonna have a little talk.” With this, she led him outside while the rest of the family talked and laughed and continued to have a great time. A few minutes later, his mom came back […]

I grew up in Canada in an Irish Catholic family with two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger. My father was a police officer and mother a stay at home mom. My parents were very strict and definitely spanked for serious infractions. We were all spanked and usually by Dad, although Mom […]