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

The call home

I was born in 1994, and so corporal punishment in schools was long gone by the time I started at primary. I went to a church o… more

My last time

It was 1991, and I was by now in secondary school. There was no corporal punishment used there, and even most of my mates we… more

The awakening

The first teacher I had a crush on was Mrs Patterson, who took me in third grade. I wasn’t the only one who thought he… more

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