During the early 1980s, spanking (or smacking, as we generally call it in the UK) was in transition. It...
The leeds council estate where I grew up was a world of its own—red-brick buildings, narrow streets shrouded in...
(gap: 2s) The world of my childhood was painted in the muted reds and browns of Kent’s council estates,...
The late 1960s in Kent had a certain chill in the air, even in summer. Our council estate was...
The following account is from the last time my stepmother and I had one of those meetings in the...
My childhood unfolded in the heart of a red-brick council estate in late 1960s Kent, where the air was...
(gap: 2s) My earliest memories are painted in the muted reds and greys of a Kent council estate, late...
(gap: 2s) Childhood in the early 1970s in South west London was a tapestry of laughter, scraped knees, and...
(gap: 1s) One of my more memorable spankings came in seventh grade, a year when the Atlanta air seemed...
Childhood, for my brother Tony and me, was a tapestry woven with the sights, sounds, and scents of 1950s...
I attended a school in north London during the early 1970s, a time when the city’s air was thick...
There are moments from childhood that etch themselves into your memory, vivid as a summer thunderstorm. One of the...
Those moments felt safe, even as we dreaded the possibility of Mr Naughty making an appearance later
I grew up in the late 70s and early 80s, in a council estate where the air always seemed...
Childhood in our Scottish council estate was a tapestry of laughter, scraped knees, and the ever-present hum of neighbours’...
I was living on Long Island, in a small, close-knit town where everyone seemed to know everyone else’s business....
The early 1970s in Scotland had a certain chill to it, not just in the air but in the...
It had been around six months since I last wet the bed, so I was no longer in diapers...
The memory begins on a sun-drenched Fourth of July, the kind of day that seems to stretch on forever...
The early 1960s in our Scottish council estate were a world of grey skies, echoing stairwells, and the constant...
My next door neighbour Linda was a single woman with two teenage daughters, and she always seemed to carry...
Growing up on a council estate in Scotland in the early 1970s was like living in a world built...
The part of spanking stories that appeals to me the most is the embarrassment. I’m not sure why, but...
I remember the day I was invited to Debbie’s birthday party as if it were yesterday. Debbie was the...
One day, when I was playing at my friend Amanda’s house, we heard agitated yelling from her next-door neighbour’s...
(gap: 2s) Growing up in the wide, wind-swept plains of Wyoming in the 1960s, my big brother and I...
The only place I ever went for sleepovers as a child was to my best friend Hannah’s house, where...
The year was the late 1940s, a time when the world was still piecing itself back together after the...
When I was in the third grade, back in the sun-washed days of the 1960s, my world revolved around...
My mother was definitely a believer in smacking naughty children. I was by no means the most unruly child...
I was born in a bustling Spanish town, the kind where the scent of fresh bread and the sound...
My mother was a sixth grade teacher from the time she graduated in the 1960s until she retired five...
The sun was high and golden, casting a warm, honeyed glow over the grassy fields as we unpacked our...
The summer of my childhood seemed endless, golden, and mischievous—a time when the days stretched out like warm taffy...
During my university years in Heidelberg, Germany, I found myself living in a sprawling, sunlit house on the edge...
Growing up with my brother Andrea in our little brick house in the northeast of Italy, the air always...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle hills of Arkansas, during the 1950s, I spent my childhood in a house where...
During the early 1970s in London, I belonged to a steadfast group of six children who gathered regularly at...
(gap: 2s) The gentle haze of the 1960s seemed to wrap our little world in a golden cocoon, where...
The summer of 1976 was a great one – I spent nearly every waking hour with my best friend...
back in the summer of 1969 I was sent to spend part of the summer at my uncle and...