Probably the worst strapping I ever received was when I was staying with my aunt, while I was visiting the neighbourhood I use to live in. Our family and my aunts lived in the same building in the city from the time I was born until, and were very close.My father and uncle worked long […]
Aunts
The Victory Garden
When one lives in a house of servants, one must respect the work and turf of each person as being almost sacred. Servants are professionals, deserving all of the respect due to anyone in such a role. We were raised never to interfere with the work of any servant, never to be rude or demanding, […]
Obeying the sitter
My Mother had hired a sitter for me for two weeks – our nanny was on vacation. Anyway, the sitter came to watch me and my sister for a few days. I was making life hard for the sitter – everything she told me to do, I just ignored her. I would not eat […]
The Nanny Smacker
My mum was a big believer in corporal punishment, so not surprisingly my sister and I were often across her knee, with our underpants down, during our childhoods. All these punishments were administered with a small wooden paddle, which was known by a number of names in our household. It was sometimes referred to as […]
The sailboat
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 […]
The fence
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 hair-do
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 […]
Wetting our pants
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 […]
A touch of starch
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 […]
An obsession for discipline
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 […]