My name is Tom, and when I was 17 my sister talked me into picking some lovely cherries from Mrs Nelson’s cherry orchard. That may seem like a lot of trees but she supplied cherries to a local brewer who made a seasonal cherry beer. This was against my better judgement as my oldest sister, Maggie, and Mrs Nelson’s youngest daughter, Pat, had stripped two of her 60+ trees about 8 seasons ago and both ended up getting the spanking of a lifetime. My sister, Tracey, then aged 18, begged me to help as she had been dared to do this at school. After about

At university I was in a hockey team; just a league within the university. I was never good enough or, at 5 feet 2 inches on a good day, tall enough to compete at any sort of competitive level. My team played in green kit from head to toe; we looked like unripe ears of corn. We each had our Christian name emblazoned on the backs of our shirts. Being called Jo, it didn’t take up much room! Our games were always on a Wednesday afternoon. Next door was a five-a-side football pitch which was constantly in use. One team always seemed to

A girl called Amy and I were best friends at school and sat together in most lessons. On one occasion, we were having an A-level test in French, my favourite subject, but Amy struggled rather despite my coaching her most weekends. This was the last lesson of a very long week and we were all very pleased when it was over. The following week, during the last period on Tuesday, we got the results and I got top marks yet again. Amy got an amazing 65%, third in the group of 15 upper-sixth girls. Miss L, the French teacher, surprisingly made little of Amy’s amazing performance

Summer 1965 Mary Gallagher was one of a large family from a new housing development. She had the good luck to be very bright and thereby qualify for a scholarship to our school. Bright, I say, but not bright enough to learn how to avoid the various punishments the school had on offer, a bit like me really as I was serving yet another detention for persistent lateness. Mary was also an excellent athlete and hockey player. Debbie, the team captain, and I recruited her just recently to the team. It made me lose my prodigy status, but I didn’t

Having spoken to a friend Shirley, she filled me in on a cookery lesson incident where it was wrongly assumed I was the culprit of a misdemeanour and got slippered for it. I have vague memories of it and now, having the details related, I can’t see how I forgot it, or perhaps I did just want to forget it. It was just the girls that did cookery, unlike now. This particular lesson we spent a lot of time preparing either a pie or a flan to be cooked the oven. There was a range of ovens around the room

I remember one occasion when I was about 12 and had been warned by my mum several times not to play with my ‘Action Man’ near the fireplace in case I knocked one of her ornaments off the shelf. Well, I ignored her warning and knocked off a vase that smashed on the floor. My mum was furious and I knew I was in big trouble. Normally, I would be sent to my bedroom for a smacked bottom, but mum was so angry she grabbed my arm, smacking my bottom as she pulled out the dining room chair. She whipped

I went to elementary school in Alabama in the 1960s. My first grade teacher was very kind but also very strict. She kept a wooden paddle on her desk as a warning against misbehavior and she used it often. One day at recess, some girls were playing and began doing cartwheels. They were wearing dresses and as they went upside down their dresses fell, showing the white panties that were underneath. This, of course, caught the attention of a friend and me and we began to watch and then tease the girls, “I saw you panties na na na na.”

Now 74 years old, I grew up in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Brisbane is in the sub-tropics with warm to hot summers and mild winters. Accordingly, I usually wore shorts and a shirt when I was a boy. The shorts were generally made of cotton with a section of elastic in the waistband at the back and drawstring ties at the front. I did not wear long pants until beginning high school at age 13. I also did not wear underpants until I was 12. Thus, if mum wanted to spank my bare bottom all she had to do was put me

   It was 1965 and I was fifteen years old in fifth form at Newquay County Grammar School in Cornwall. In fifth form you had certain privileges like wearing a black blazer instead of the maroon one for junior boys, and you could leave the school gates at lunchtime and go into town as long as you were back for the afternoon lessons. We felt like we were treated more like adults, without orders being barked at us like junior boys had to put up with. It was a mixed school, and boys and girls were allowed to mix more

I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s when spankings were far more acceptable and much more common. Like most kids of my generation, I was no stranger to a trip over mum’s knee or a slippering at school. It just went with the territory. However, one spanking stood out from the rest, which happened on a very hot day during the school summer holidays. I was 17 at the time. My friend, Mandy, and myself decided one day to try and bag some grey squirrels. In our part of the world at that time, we still had red squirrels but the pesky