The first time I remember being smacked by someone other than my own mother was on a lazy summer...
Back in my formative years, after school often meant a trip to the local sweet shop with my friend...
One weekend, my parents were out of town. However, they had instructed Nanny Beatrice to take us to church...
When I was just a sprout of about eight, I really started noticing my sister’s underwear was different than...
The ‘mother’ I refer to in this story is not my biological mother – she was actually a friend...
The three friends huddled closer, their initial hesitation giving way to curiosity. The pungent aroma of alcohol filled the...
When I was growing up in Dublin in the 1960s, spanking, caning and strapping were a fact of life....
The most unforgettable spanking I received was when I was at an age where I should have been moving...
When I was younger, back in the 1970s, I often visited my aunt Joanne. One regular day, I was...
It was the mid-1970s, a time when discipline was a common part of upbringing. I was staying with my...