Put Back on Track 3

I screwed up all of my courage and offered as sincere an apology to her as I had ever made. I admitted my guilt, my surprise at my own behaviour and promised I would never do anything like that again. She sat back in her chair and smiled at me – not in a laughing […]

Put Back on Track 2

Everyone on the field fell into a dead silence at my outburst. Swearing was certainly not unheard of by any of us, but I had always been a quiet and subdued person. Hearing such language coming out of my mouth and seeing that ball slam into the grass took us all by surprise! My gym […]

Put Back on Track 1

All of my school life, I was an enthusiastic and bright student. I loved and respected my teachers, and felt respected and cared for by them as well. I was never a discipline problem at school and could hardly imagine having to be punished by a teacher. However, one day, that all changed. Junior high […]

A Poorly Charge 3

  When she was done and while I stood there, wailing and holding my newly smacked bum, mother reached up her skirt, drew down her own knickers and had a wee. She wiped herself and replaced her clothing. Then, while I was still crying loudly, she stood me by the bowl, took my penis in […]

A Poorly Charge 2

Twice more my mother caught me in the act. Twice more she sat me down and closely examined my leg and foot. It must have been extremely frustrating for her. I wasn’t hurt but yet offered no explanation as to why I was doing what I was doing. Maybe I couldn’t have fully articulated my […]

A Poorly Charge 1

It’s funny the ideas you get as a child. We were on holiday in the British seaside resort of Scarborough, and I was four years old. One day, as we walked along the promenade, I got it into my head to start dragging my left foot as I walked. My parents were naturally concerned. My […]

A First Time

My first spanking was in junior school The headmistress was probably a very kindly woman, but to us children she was an old dragon. I had managed to get chewing gum stuck in my hair, which was shoulder-length. The more I tugged at it during playtime, the more it became firmly stuck into my scalp. […]