My name is Jack and when I was 16 years old, I was a regular young adventurous Australian teen, always looking for the next good time. So, when my school informed us of an-upcoming school exchange program to America, I jumped at the opportunity to apply. A few months passed and the time had come. I was on the plane for the adventure of my life and I couldn’t wait. I was headed to Cape Coral, Florida, which I had no idea what it was going to be like. I was full of nerves and excitement, and had so many questions

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

Everyone remembers their first caning at school. I certainly do but I also remember the first time I got the full six strokes. I attended a grammar school in the 1960s and the cane was well used. Each pupil was part of one of four houses and each house had one teacher as Head of House. It was this person who dealt with day-to-day canings, although serious infractions meant a visit to the Headmaster and a guaranteed six strokes. On day one at the school, I was delighted to be put in Spencer House (actual name changed). The reason for

Hi, it’s Sarah again. Just a quick refresh. I was born in 1948 and grew up in what is sometimes referred to as the ‘bible-belt’. Your readers might have read about the first time I got myself in trouble at school; that was when I was in Grade one. One time, I was kept after school along with my friend, Debbie, and her brother, Jimmy, who is a year older than Debbie even though we were all in the 3rd grade at the same time. There was also an ‘unnamed co-conspirator’ who we all knew was the teacher’s pet, Nancy, who always got

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

When my aunt found out I told my cousins she would never spank me, she proved me wrong. This is my ‘you know I will spank you’ Auntie spanking to prove a point and I remember everything like it was yesterday. I was 8 years old, in the spring, and the first spanking from Auntie for me. It was another long weekend that I was staying with my aunt, uncle and cousins Johnny, Patty and Joey, all of who I loved. I was the oldest in my family, but the baby when I stayed with them, and I loved that

I attended a small fee-paying primary school in the early 1970s. All the teachers were older women. For a 7 or 8 year old that, of course, meant anything over 35! The headmistress, Mrs Ashcroft, was the only one who was allowed to cane, but I am not sure it was ever used. Certainly, no one ever owned up to having received it. She did employ, as most teachers of this era did, a slipper when the need was there, but generally she was a hand spanker.  Her favoured position was the child bending over the back of a small chair with her

Growing up in the 1970s and 1980s, a clip round the ear for some misdeed was not out of the ordinary and would certainly not have been reported back to your parents. One such encounter happened in 1979. I was in the local corner shop goofing around as most 15 year olds do. “Excuse me, can you not do that please,” said Mrs Dobbs the shop keeper, as I was picking up and putting back sweets into my pick-and-mix bag. “If you are not going to buy a sweet, don’t pick it up; other people don’t want your germs on their

No one was more surprised than me to find myself as a register monitor. I collected the register one morning and ensured its passage back to the office before the first lesson. Later, I collected it again for a teacher to check the afternoon attendance. I realised quickly that the system the school used to enter a ‘present’ mark could easily be manipulated to my advantage, due to a stroke of good luck. Mum had provided me with an absence note with no date on for the dentist. My form teacher made a note of it in the register and I