This is a true account of a belting my wife, Margaret, received at school in 1975 which I was able to witness as we were in the same class, 4A. We’d been going out together for about a year by that time. She was wearing a tight little grey school skirt, black sheer tights, block heel shoes, white blouse, school tie and a tight ‘V’ neck grey school jumper. Underneath she was wearing cute pink panties. I knew because at morning break we had been kissing and having a rather heavy petting session in a corner of the school grounds

I grew up an only child on a large orchard. My parents were always strict but fair. Since they were always both working from home, it never felt like I could get away with anything. Discipline was usually my father’s department. He was a stalky German immigrant with intense blue eyes so piercing it felt like he could read your soul when he stared you down. Although he could come across as stern and gruff he was actually a very loving and soft-hearted man. When I was younger, if the line was crossed his justice was swift. He’d haul me

I sat on my bed, my heart hammering in my chest because I knew I had overstepped the mark. I had given my mum cheek in front of her best friend. I called her ‘auntie Pamela’ because my mum and she were like sisters and I really liked her because she was very good to me. My mum had only asked me to make coffee and I had told her I wasn’t her slave. I knew better than to answer my mum back. She looked at me. “Are you never going to learn, Garry,” she said. “Sorry mum, I was

My father died when I was four years old and my mother met an Australian who wanted her to emigrate without me, so my story is of what my life was growing up in the sixties on a rough Council estate, bought up by two women who were less than loving towards me. My father had a sister, my Auntie Elsie, who lived with another woman called Joyce. They were Lesbians although at the time I did not know this or what Lesbians were. I went to live with them from the age of six and I never saw my

Told by Fenton Creek In parts of India it is not uncommon for offenders to be given an ‘off the record’ caning for minor offences. Records of the crime are then conveniently lost but a blind eye is turned as this reduces police paperwork and court time. This article, from the Old Delhi Times, is an interview with a young woman caught stealing from a market stall in an undisclosed Indian city. Old Delhi Times: So, tell us how it all started? Nita (name changed): I was in the market with my friend Vara (name also changed) and saw some

(Copyright held by the writer – reproduced here with express permission) It had quieted down and everyone was settled in to what they were doing in homeroom that morning. It probably wasn’t more than five minutes until the silence was broken by a knock on the door by a student office helper. My homeroom teacher, Mrs Warnick, asked the girl standing in the doorway: “May I help you?” She replied: “Is Lexie Bradford in here?” My ears perked up immediately when I heard my name. Mrs Warnick acknowledged that I indeed was in the room and the girl said that

Garry tells about his first experience of the strap It was a very hot day and my mum was sunbathing in the back garden. I was playing about with a ball and she she had already warned me not to kick it near her as she had a large glass of wine lying in front of her. I gave the ball a kick, it flew into the air and came down on her bare back, and mum shrieked. As it was such a fine day, all the neighbours were out and they all looked in our direction. Mum reminded me

Garry recalls a strapping he received from his mother During 1975 was sent to the headmaster for bullying younger pupils and taking their money. Without much to say in my defence, I received six strokes of the strap, three on each hand, with the headmaster wielding the leather belt with both hands. What made things even worse was that my mother was his secretary. This meant that my mother had been fully informed of my misdemeanours and indeed it was she who let me into his office for my punishment. When I came out, I was sobbing loudly even though

There have been a number of stories over the years referring to air hostesses being spanked, often by the captain of the aircraft they worked on, but was there ever any truth in these stories?   A court case (R v McCoy 1953) that took place in southern Africa seems a good place to start. The stewardess, who was referred to as ‘young woman’ to preserve her anonymity, was working on an aircraft flying to Salisbury (then Rhodesia) and failed to adjust and secure her seatbelt which was a breach of regulations.   Her supervisor, Mr McCoy (the defendant), threatened

By Kenny Walters   I well remember, back in the 1970s, reading through a CP magazine and coming across a story that purported to be true of an incident during the Second World War where a young member of the Womens’ Auxiliary Air Force (WAAF) was punished by caning for some serious breach of regulations. The story mentioned that a cane had to be flown out specially from UK for the punishment to take place.   More recently, I have attempted to determine whether there ever was any truth in the story and I am extremely grateful to those people