Childhood memories have a curious quality. An ordinary summer afternoon, scarcely noticed at the time, may remain vivid for...
I was too good a girl to get spanked at school, where they were rare. However being the youngest...
By nine o’clock, the youngsters were making their way home through the quiet streets of Lewes. The moon hung...
At last, the work was finished. The youngsters stood once more before Mrs Thistlewick. Peter’s ears had returned to...
Mrs Thistlewick rose from her chair, the old carpet slipper still in her hand. “Now, I am going to...
The youngsters followed Mrs Thistlewick into her cottage. Inside, everything was rather different from what they had expected. There...
“RUN!” shouted Peter. For suddenly, seven black cats came pouring through the garden gate. They did not hiss. They...
By half-past seven, the youngsters had made their way through the darkened streets towards Keere Street. The little cottage...
It was a bitterly cold Friday evening in the ancient Sussex town of Lewes. The autumn wind whistled through...
I had no real interest in spanking as a young man, although I was smacked as a toddler –...
During the 1960s and 1970s, many childhood games reflected the customs and discipline commonly found in family life and...
In retrospect, it is perhaps unsurprising that children of earlier generations often imitated the customs and discipline of the...