Even when one couldn’t hear any crying until the spanking, it was easy to imagine what was happening. Most of us had paid Mrs Wiseman a number of visits over the years. And she always followed the same routine. After a brief interrogation and a confession, she scolded us thoroghly for two or three minutes. […]

“Boys and girls, since we don’t want Billy to miss the rest of our story, I think we’ll pause here. I want you all to take out your Bible coloring books and draw quietly at your desks until I say otherwise.” Even though the door to Mrs Wiseman’s office was closed, one could hear bits […]

Mrs Wiseman was a kindly woman in her late fifties who left most of the demanding work of supervising the atendees to Monica. Mrs Wiseman preferred to stay in her office just off the main school room where she could keep an eye on things. As Mrs Wiseman’s assistant, Monica was instructed to give only […]

1963 was a year I still remember. I turned ten in August. The Dallas Cowboys went on to a great season and I even saw one of the home games in November. And after Labor Day, my parents found a new babysitter named Monica. With a very busy social schedule, they were often out two […]

    Spank, spank, spank! For quite a young boy, I think I got it pretty severely – Grandma was obviously determined that I should really learn a memorable lesson. I guess the punishment only took a few minutes, although it seemed like years that I was bottom-up on her lap. I was finally allowed […]

  I was actually very rarely spanked, and then only really got my clothed butt dusted a bit with Dad’s hand. It hurt a bit but was more humiliating than painful. I had a feeling this was going to be much worse – and I was right, as it turned out. Grandma didn’t waste any […]

My grandpa, ever the mild-mannered gentleman, said: “Maureen, I really think you should leave this to Millie to deal with.” My grandmother shot back: “He needs to learn his lesson now, not in a few days’ time!” I didn’t wait to hear anymore but scrambled into my bedroom. And waited. Eventually, I heard footsteps coming […]

  After about 10 minutes, I heard my grandpa shouting: “Glenn? Are you out there? Glenn!” I called back and eventually, with a huge surge of relief, I saw Grandpa standing in a small clearing, and I rushed into his arms. He was just so delighted to find me, he gathered me up in his […]

The one thing which was forbidden was to go into the woods. Grandpa said there were wild animals in there you wouldn’t want to meet and that it would be easy for me to get lost. However, kids – as we know – think they know it all, and I was really curious to explore […]

My grandpa and grandma weren’t really farmers, but they had a small parcel of land at the back of their property with a few animals, which ran into dense woodland, which they harvested for fuel. When I was in my formative years I was sent to stay with my grandparents for a few days while […]