Before I was born, my Mother and Father were involved in amateur theatre – in fact, its how they met. I wasn’t smacked for punishment at home, and the cane, or any form of physical punishment was no longer used at school. So I grew up without that threat hanging over me. I wasn’t fussed about it, […]

Every summer, our family would gather at one of my aunt’s houses for a weekend of fun and play. Our grandmother would always be present and she was a wonderful cook that supplied the festivities with cookies and other treats.My mother and her sisters were fair but no-nonsense parents, and it was clear that my grandmother […]

My mother was a teenager when I was born and for some personal reasons, I ended up living with my dad and my grandparents. When I was two, my daddy started dating my bio Mother’s twin sister. Look, we’re from small town North Carolina, we’re rednecks born and raised, I won’t lie.She looks like my […]

  Throughout my formative years, I frequently found myself over the knee of his first partner, an American lady who was a big believer in spanking naughty children. By the standards of those conservative times (in the 1950s), I was a very smart, intelligent but also somewhat troublesome girl – I spent my says immersed […]

I have such fond memories of summers back in my childhood and youth – the 60s and 70s were wonderful times! Swimming both in local swimming pools and rivers; ice cream on a really hot day; games of cowboys and Indians; cops and robbers; building our own camps, and all kinds of other fun and games. […]

My Mother was a clippie . She wore a smart uniform and a little cap and although she spent all day running around inside a moving bus, she wore heels to work. Up and down those stairs, and hanging on the open platform at the back, chatting with the regulars and as cheerful as they […]

  There was only one person in my Formative years who I feared more than my stepmother Samantha – that was Elizabeth, the family housekeeper. Elizabeth was a young girl who helped Samantha manage us children, as the family was wealthy enough to afford a nanny to look after and (especially) administer discipline the charges […]

  my mother brought up her younger sister, my aunt, after their mother died. Naturally, from time to time, like all younger ones back then, my aunt had been spanked by her elder sister when she was naughty, often with her wooden hairbrush. Later, as I also described in my previous account, my mother used […]

 I did get spanked as a boy but probably not as hard as many of my contemporaries. My mom usually just gave me five or six spanks over my underwear. I would cry, of course, and it sucked but the punishment was actually pretty mild and really not too bad. If my dad spanked me, […]

  In the summer of 1978, I spent what should have been my school holiday at a ‘boot camp’ for wayward girls. I’d been spanked before, of course – what youngster in 1970s Merseyside wasn’t? – but generally it was a few smacks on the that left a little ‘tingle and burn’ for a few […]