I was born in the late 1980s and raised in a very loving family. Mum was a teacher and dad a minicab driver. Whilst both were never harsh with me, as an only child they did their best to keep me on the straight and narrow. As I grew older and more rebellious, groundings were no longer enough and spankings, always administered by mum, started to become a part of regular life. She had been teaching in a girls school since the late 1960s, so she had probably seen her fair share of bottoms ripe punishment. From the age of 10 or 11, the spankings

I attended an all-boys prep school on the south coast of England at the end of the 1960s and early 1970s. The application of discipline was a bit haphazard, I believe due to the Headmaster, a scholarly individual, disliking disciplining pupils and somewhat leaving this to the rest of the masters. One master used a large wooden spoon which made a tremendous whacking sound, whilst others used an array of instruments from long rulers to plimsolls. We had one Australian master who would just rap your knuckles with his. The latter was particularly painful, but used sparingly, and as he