I remember many spankings while I was growing up. The memories are as vivid as the scent of polish...
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When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet...
A Testament to the Innocence and Discipline in a Small Norwegian Town
lfjoz, , Domestic Discipline, 0I 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...
As for the moral of the story, I am sure you can work that one out yourself
lfjoz, , Domestic Discipline, 0Discipline 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...
It won’t bring back my Dahlias, but at least Peter will learn his lesson!
lfjoz, , Domestic Discipline, 0One 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,...
Think Twice before Letting the Need for Attention get the Better of You
lfjoz, , Domestic Discipline, 0Back 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...



















