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, […]

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 […]