I was 16 and entering 10 grade. Where we lived it was normal to take this school year at a school where you also lived. Schools were both for boys and girls. One day in early spring, all the girls in my class, there were eight of us, decided to skip class and go down into the small town and eat lunch at the local grill bar. Our main reason for doing this was we did not think we were learning anything new compared to our previous 9 grade, so we were all very bored. Of course, eight missing girls in

While I was in the sixth form I had a part time job working mainly Saturdays, sometimes with extra hours during holidays, at a large store in my local town, which sadly closed a couple of years ago. When I first started working there, I was on the menswear floor but asked to be moved soon afterwards after a couple of men acted very inappropriately towards me. I think they thought I would be flattered. To be fair, I was pretty hot-looking and played hockey, so was firm in all the right places, but I wasn’t standing for it, and so I was

The other day I was called to my daughter’s school because she and one of her friends had skipped a class. I was not happy with the situation and on the way home from school I scolded her and made it clear to her that when we got home she was to go to her room. When I had calmed down, I would come in and then she was going to get a spanking. At home, I was thinking of the following while calming down. I was 13 years old and my parents had started to phase out spanking as a way of

I’ve got a very good memory from my childhood, and I can remember every single detail of various memorable events. This happened in the 1960s when I was a fourteen year old boy and bullied by my older brother. We were a family of four children; two boys and two girls. I had an older brother who was four years older than me, and two younger sisters. I got on okay with my sisters until I got to my teens, and I got on well enough with my brother. Once he turned thirteen though, he changed and bullied me whenever

I was 9 years old and one summer, while visiting my maternal grandparents on the farm, I had my best friend Hannah with me. We loved spending time together, but often it also ended in some kind of trouble. We spent a week during the summer vacation on my grandparents’ farm, with not many other kids around to play with so we had to play by ourselves. We did well for a couple of days and grandmom did well to keep us entertained too. Where my grandparents’ garden ended, there was a forest that we were not allowed to play in, mostly because

I grew up in a Christian home which meant we went to church every Sunday. I was about 10 years old when this happened. Every year, our Sunday school went on a weekend tour staying in scout camp or a large summer house. I was now old enough that I was allowed to go on one of those trips. I was excited. On our way to church, mom told me I needed to behave while being away and to do what the teachers told me. To make sure I understood, she informed me that she would give me a spanking

I was 12 years old and as stated in a previous post I grew up in a Christian family. Every summer, our church had a weekly summer camp with many church activities, but also lots of time to just be around and play with kids both from my own church and from other churches. This summer, for some reason, both of my parents were still at work and had not taken a vacation yet, so we could not go this year and I was sad about it because I loved the times at those camps. One of my parents’ friends was a lady

My daughter and I spend New Year with my mom and dad, and during that time dad told the story about when I was 12 years old and was caught playing with fireworks. It was 1 January 1997, and I had been allowed to visit one my friends, a boy named Thomas, during my time at his house. Thomas and I found some small fireworks that were left over from the night before and we started to light some of them and tie some of them together to maybe get a bigger explosion. Of course, it made some noise and

I was born on a cold rainy autumn day in mid-Norway in 1965. I’m not sure this has anything to do with how I turned out, but it is a fact it wasn’t the nicest of days. My mother is originally from Eslov in southern Sweden and my dad from Stavanger in Norway. They met when they both worked at Oslo University Hospital. Dad was a trauma surgeon and was teaching there as well, and mom was a surgical/theatre nurse at the same hospital. They were both interested in charity work and were linked to a French organisation that send

Ted was my first proper boyfriend and my first spanking partner. We lived at opposite ends of the same street and had classes together in maths and history at GCSE, and maths in the sixth form. We started dating when we were both 17 and were in the upper sixth form. Both of us were spanked by our mothers. My mother was an over-the-knee and over the knickers sort of woman, his mum was a bare bottom spanker, and often with a hair brush, even at his age. Spanking first reared its head when he picked me up one Saturday afternoon and I was