(gap: 2s) When I was a child, my world was small and safe, wrapped in the gentle chaos of...
(gap: 2s) In the heart of Liverpool, during the gentle days of the late 1960s, there lived three sisters—myself,...
(gap: 2s) In the Britain of my youth, during the 1970s, the air was thick with the scent of...
It’s funny, the ideas that take root in a child’s mind—strange, fleeting notions that seem to come from nowhere...
My mother was a formidable woman—tall, upright, and always impeccably dressed, her hair pulled back in a severe bun,...
It must have been about 1976 when Georgina and her family moved in next door. She was a small,...
gap: 2s) Once, in the golden days of my childhood, when the world seemed as bright and new as...
I was a real chatterbox in school, particularly during my primary years, and my talking in class frequently got...
(gap: 2s) Childhood in the late 1960s in Barnsley was a world of contrasts—gritty and grey, yet alive with...
(gap: 2s) The following incident took place during a handful of nights I spent with my best friend Hannah...
I grew up in the 1970s and 1980s, when spanking was still common, though it was starting to carry...
In the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and fifty-three, the matter of corporal punishment was regarded with a...
(gap: 2s) This is the story of how I earned my last spanking—or, to be precise, my last spankings....
The night air in our little Liverpool flat was thick with the hush of bedtime, the only sounds the...
(gap: 2s) Looking back upon my formative years in England during the 1960s, I am reminded of a time...
My mother was a woman of quiet strength and unwavering standards. She dressed simply and practically—always in plain blouses...
Childhood, for me, was a patchwork of vivid moments—some stitched with laughter, others with the sharp thread of discipline....
To the outside world, my stepmother was the picture of kindness—clever, funny, always ready with a warm smile or...
(gap: 2s) The south London of my childhood was a world of contrasts—grey tower blocks rising above narrow streets,...
The first spanking I remember getting myself as a girl was from my Mother was when I had a...
This is one of the many memories I have of growing up in a normal Catholic family in Ireland...
My childhood unfolded in the heart of Texas during the 1960s, a time when the world felt both vast...
In the early 1960s, life on our Scottish council estate was simple, and as children, we knew our place....
I grew up the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years...
That summer, our family—Mother, Father, myself, my younger sister, and my two younger brothers—journeyed to Scotland to visit my...
I managed to convince my mother that I was too old for summer camp that year. With her new...
On a bright Easter morning, Mother presented us with splendid new coats. They were a matching pair, though my...
(gap: 2s) My childhood unfolded in Buffalo, New York, a city of snowdrifts and steel, where the wind off...
gap: 2s) Growing up in the mid 1970s in a Scottish council estate, discipline was woven into the fabric...
The air was thick with the scent of cut grass and the distant tang of the sea, and the...
I was born in the late 1970s, a time when the world seemed painted in muted hues and the...
In the days of my childhood, I was utterly enchanted by the radio dramas that filled the air each...
I wanted to tell you a little bit about my Mother’s use of the cane, but to understand it,...
In the heart of our Scottish neighbourhood, there resided a boy named Freddie. It was well understood among the...
When I was in my second year at senior school, the winter winds grew sharp and cold, and I...
(gap: 1s) This is the story of the most mortifying punishment I ever received—a memory etched in my mind,...
It was the early 1970s, a time when most parents were anything but liberal, and discipline was expected—sometimes demanded—by...
(gap: 2s) Growing up in the 1960s, discipline was woven into the very fabric of daily life—at home, at...
My brother Jeff and I are only 13 months apart and we were raised almost like twins. We had...
Spankings at my house were not rare and all of us – my younger sis and two younger brothers...