This story goes back to my days in grade school on the US east coast, in the late 1960s.  I was attending a public school whi… more

My mom and dad divorced after a long and bitter battle, leaving my brother and I are living with her. Dad had moved to anoth… more

My dad died when I was just four, and my little brother Philip two years younger still. Just before this happened, my mate… more

One of my earliest sexual encounters was with a girl of a couple of years older than me. I was a semi-frequent visitor to he… more

I remember with crystal clarity the day I got my first spanking in school – and my teacher’s exact words as she took … more

I’ve already shared with you how my father began to take his family across America in search of work. By the time I w… more

The games children play when left to their own devices can be fascinating, to say the least. This is a story about one such … more

I was born in Virginia, but when the time I was six and my brother David three, my dad wasn’t having much luck finding work, … more

I went to a public school in the late 1940s/early 50s, where corporal punishment of some sort was guaranteed for any misb… more

In this slice of Spanish family life from yesteryear, Laura recalls how not letting go of an argument with her cousin Jav… more

In my last contribution, I recounted the story of a memorable spanking I received from my sister Marsha, and I also ment… more

When I was around six years old – at my parents’ insistence – I started swimming lessons. I had been in the water a lot previ… more

Another imaginary scene for all naughty boys at heart. Mummy takes you to the bedroom for a big telling-off – and an even b… more

Andy recalls how he got his bottom smacked twice in one day – once from his mum in the morning, and the other later at school… more

At the time of writing this, I’m 32 years old, and I have a sister who is two years older than myself. Dad left us when … more

In my last story from my childhood, I told you about my spanking encounters being babysat by a girl called Sophie – and how … more

By the time I was 12 (in the late 1970s), I no longer considered myself to be a child, although of course legally I was. I … more

This memory comes from a phase in my life when I was cared for by several foster families. This was during the 1970s when sp… more

Although my four kids were generally well behaved, as a stay-at-home mom of four I had to make sure they knew I was seriou… more

In my last reminiscence, I told you how I passed my two punishment straps onto my eldest daughter Katherine and her husba… more

I was very much looking forward to attending my cousin Graham’s 12th birthday party – he was almost a year older th… more

By the time I hit 13, I was getting to be a real handful to live with, looking back on that time. My parents loved me, and even … more

I grew up in the 1950s in a small village in central England. Our household consisted of myself, my grandmother, my mothe… more

A tale from wartime England – and a growing boy’s fascination with a house guest’s bottom results in his ow… more

Adrian remembers how his and a friend’s plans for a feast at their childhood den went badly wrong – and resulted in … more

When a bully cajoled Alexander into a bit of apple scrumping in the orchard, the only result of this dare was a very sore bo… more