I went to a high school where getting swats was common – and males and females were treated the...
The most unforgettable moment of mischief happened just after my birthday, in the middle of a bustling shop. I...
I was never the star athlete in our family—my older sister was the one with the trophies and the...
(gap: 2s) In the small town where I grew up, the days seemed to stretch endlessly beneath a sky...
I grew up in the south of England in the 60s, a world of sunlit fields, striped paper bags,...
(gap: 2s) My childhood unfolded in a small, close-knit town where the streets were quiet, the air always tinged...
(gap: 2s) The summer before my second year at university was a time of uncertainty and quiet anxiety. I...
(gap: 2s) My childhood unfolded in a sleepy English town, the kind where everyone knew your name and the...
(gap: 2s) My childhood unfolded in a small, sleepy town where the days seemed to stretch on forever, and...
I was the offspring of well-to-do parents living in a small Canadian city. They were well respected, prominent citizens...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle town where I grew up, the days were filled with the laughter of children...
I remember many spankings while I was growing up. The memories are as vivid as the scent of polish...
When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet...
I grew up in the 1960s, in a small, close-knit town on the south coast of Norway—a region often...
(gap: 2s) My earliest memories are painted in the soft, golden light of a small English town in the...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle town where I spent my childhood, the days were long and filled with the...
Growing up in the 1960s, I was frequently over my mother’s lap getting the hairbrush on my bottom. I...
My first interest in spanking began many years ago, in the heart of a close-knit family that seemed to...
When I was in second grade, I attended a school that allowed the students to be paddled. It was...
Discipline in our home was never taken lightly. I still recall the sting of many a good hard smacking...
My Mother and Father were reasonable people, products of their time who believed firmly that their offspring should be...
During the war in the 1940s, I was sent away from home to live with my Aunt Jennifer in...
One episode from my childhood stands out more than any other. I remember it so clearly—the way the sunlight...
Back in the mid-1950s, I witnessed an unforgettable event that would leave a lasting impression on me. My parents,...
Back in my formative years in the late 60s, I remember my brother had his friend round for the...
It is hard to believe that fifty years have passed since that memorable visit to my aunt’s house with...
Our household held onto old-fashioned values. My parents, especially my mother, believed that discipline was necessary for raising children....
I grew up in the usual middle-class suburban family AND I had two siblings. My father very rarely spanked...
The winter of 1975 wrapped our home in a heavy, silent embrace. My grandfather—my mother’s father—had just passed away,...
My parents never exactly moved with the modern times. When it came to raising their offspring, they seemed stuck...
In my youth, I formed a close friendship with a boy from my village, Simon, who was two years...
I was utterly astonished when James confided in me that his Mother had taken to using the cane, a...
As a young boy, my days unfolded within the gentle order and loving discipline of our home, where sunlight...
Being a townie, it was rare that my family made the long drive to the ocean for a day...
My name is Peter, and as a child I loved going on road trips with my family. My mother,...
Growing up in the 1970s, our household was shaped by the values and routines of the time. Our Mother,...
My brother Jeffrey, who was two years older, and I, Peter, got spanked once in a water-related escapade. Our...
It was a bright and cheerful morning in Willow Lane. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting golden patterns...
(gap: 2s) My parents were, in every sense, the pillars of my childhood. They were the kind of people...
Growing up in the 60s, our home was its own little world—a place where order reigned, laughter echoed from...