This was told to me by a long-time friend, Bernice, who was happy for me to retell this for her on this platform. Only names have been changed from the original telling. It was late summer and the schools were on holiday. Bernice, her sister, Toni, and her mother were away for the day at the seaside. The breeze was gentle and just enough to take the edge off the hot sun. Small puffs of cloud slowly drifted across the sky giving occasional shade from the glaring sun. All in all, a quintessentially British summer’s day. They set off early, parked up easily, and selected a

Many years ago, I was invited to go away for a long weekend with my friend, David, who, like me, was about 13 or 14 at the time, his mum (his dad was away for work for a couple of weeks) and his older sister, Donna, who was 18 or 19 at the time. We had gone to a thatched cottage in Norfolk, quite idyllic looking back on it. Set in between several large fields with small wooded areas and hedgerows, it was quite a place for adventure, which was why David had asked if I could come. He was resourceful but would have become

I was 14 and my older sister 17 or 18 when this occurred. To this day, I have never mentioned it to her. She would have died of embarrassment at the time, and later there seemed little point. After all, she was no stranger to mum’s lap, and was spanked a couple of times a month for one thing or another. Mum was very fair, but used her hand on our bums when it was required. She always spanked us in her bedroom so no one else would see, or so she thought! On this particular day, I came in after going to the park

It was a hot summer’s day during the school holidays. My sister Pat and me were having a day with our cousin Avril and our aunty Gillian in a local country park. All three of us were about the same age, 15 or 16, and we had all taken our bikes to let off some steam, despite the heat that day. Aunty Gillian set up a fold-away picnic table and chairs next to her camper van and sat in its shade reading her latest crime thriller which she seemed to digest with alarming speed. On what must have been our third or fourth

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