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

Whacks and water

After reading about school punishments in some recent postings it is time for me to come out of the woodwork and report my … more

On the rebound

From an early age, I realised that I was fascinated and attracted to stories about spanking, especially when they invol… more

Grace – and disgrace

I have previously written about the spankings my three sisters and I received from our parents while growing up, and abo… 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

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