Sharing the suffering

Looking back on my childhood in the Netherlands, few events have made such an impression on me as the first time I was span… more

Pot shots

My parents were pretty big stoners when I was growing up – they were at Woodstock, they were liberals. They didn’t … more

The first of many

It was 1951, and I was six years old. My mother would often take me on the bus to the cinema in the next town, and I had asked pe… more

Caned at seven

I grew up in the very late 1950s – yes, I am that old! At the time of this story, we were still living in London. Later, when I w… more

Reports day

Nowadays, the arrival of school report cards is much less of an occasion than in the past. I know from experience with my o… more

Canings in the lounge

My parents were very strict, and my father in particular was a firm believer in the maxim of ‘spare the rod and spoi… more

From spank to wank

I grew up in an Irish Catholic family with two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger than myself. My father was a p… more

Not so grown up

The most memorable thrashing I received was in 1968, when I was 13 years old. I grew up on a diet of regular smack bottoms, a… more

Trick or treatment

As we’ve recently celebrated Hallowe’en again, I thought you might like to hear about a whipping I received when I was a g… more

Mother takes over

Like many boys growing up in the 50s, I was used to getting the slipper from my father when I was naughty. It hurt, but was no… more

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