This Particular incident occurred when I was into my second year at the school. That autumn, a new boy, Simon, joined the school and moved into our dormitory. Simon immediately became Matron’s favourite because he was so little and could be very cute when he wanted to be. Being her favourite had its benefits – […]

One of my earliest memories of having my bottom smacked by my mother was in the 1930s. I was an adventurer, and one day I decided that it would be grand to ‘run away’. I didn’t know much about it, but had heard from other children that it was something kids were supposed to do. […]

Growing up in Northern England during the early 1960s was far from glamorous. The region was steeped in austerity and hardship, with a grim atmosphere that matched the cold, grey weather. Corporal punishment was a common practice, especially among the mothers in our community. More than once, I found myself over my mother’s knee, feeling […]

As a child, I was smacked very rarely and then only by my mother. Her method was the old standby – over the knee and a good smacked bottom with her hand. She was a good performer and I usually ended up in tears. Back in my formative years, I was allowed to go for […]

Back in my formative years, my parents would argue a lot. At one time, it led to an attack by my father on my mother, which seemed to be the order of the day on the rough council estate we lived in. Eventually, my mother left him with me in tow, and I was never […]

Back in my formative years, I used to have supper with my little sister and our babysitter. One afternoon, for some reason, the sitter was really on my case, and to make things worse I was in a bad temper myself. We were having dinner in the kitchen, quite early, when the sitter mentioned something […]

As I grew older, I believed I had outgrown the need for having my bottom smacked. My mother had smacked my bottom in the past but seemed to have stopped that form of punishment in the last year or so. That summer, I stayed with my Aunt Janice on her farm in Rural Sussex. Aunt […]

Back in 1974, I spent my summer break with my best friend and his family at a campsite in Kent. Sadly, after just a week, I found myself constipated and suffering from a severe stomach ache. Mrs. Pegram, my friend’s mother, reached out to the campsite’s female manager, known to everyone as ‘Aunt Pamela,’ to […]

I recall the weekend when my parents went on a short trip. They decided not to take me along, so my mother asked her friend Mavis if I could stay with her. Mavis agreed, and I was taken to her house, which was on a different street in the same neighborhood. Mavis was younger than […]