I remember back in my formative years, in the early 1970s, my parents would often go away, and when they did, it was almost certain I’d be staying at my aunt and uncle’s house. They were quite well off, living in a modern bungalow with all the latest conveniences—dishwasher, color TV, even central heating, which […]
Back in the 1950s, when I was younger, I spent a few days at my Aunt Kathy’s. Andrew, my cousin (not Aunt Kathy’s son) was also visiting her during that time. She didn’t have any children of her own but she ran a daycare, along with another lady. One afternoon, we were all outside, along […]
Certain stories have a way of bringing back memories from my own life. One in particular comes to mind from back in the 1980s, when I found myself doing some last-minute Christmas shopping at the newly opened local shopping centre. I decided to stop by the ladies lounge to freshen up. While I was at […]
When I was a teenager, my mother, sister, and I made our way to Sussex to spend Spring Break with my Aunt Mavis. She was an peculiar woman in her late fifties, always wishing she’d become a schoolteacher but never quite making the Grade Aunt Mavis lived by herself with three cats in a quaint […]
Growing up, it was just my mother and me, living together in a typical council estate house built a few years after the war. The estate was full of similar rows of modest homes, all with small gardens and the same practical, no-nonsense design. My father had passed away a year before after a very […]
My sister and I are both in our early fifties now, but our childhood was shaped by the 1970s—a time when physical discipline was still widely accepted. We both vaguely recall being spanked by our mother, though she never seemed comfortable with it. Not long after, she passed that duty on to our father. Father […]
I was shocked when James told me he got the cane from his mum and on several subsequent occasions I pressed him for information about it. He told me that when he was younger his mum would slipper him, just as my mum had slippered us both that night, but six months before she had […]
QUESTION. I WAS left wondering if we had the same matron! In the 1960s, I went to an English prep-school in Dorset as a boarder . We had a 30-something matron called Miss Rose (I think) who ruled over us armed with her right hand or her Mason & Pearson hairbrush. Both were used […]
When I was younger, I stole a half pack of cigarettes from my mother. I walked to the yard of our neighbour, Miss Foley, and hid behind her garage. I took one of the cigs and lit it. I took one drag and inhaled. That was as far as I got – I started coughing […]
I grew up in a small town south of Chicago. My best friend in the whole world was the girl next door, Laura. Laura and I played together since we were in diapers – I was just about six months older then her.She and I both came from strict families that believed spanking was the […]