I was the offspring of well-to-do parents living in a small Canadian city. They were well respected, prominent citizens...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle town where I grew up, the days were filled with the laughter of children...
I remember many spankings while I was growing up. The memories are as vivid as the scent of polish...
When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet...
I grew up in the 1960s, in a small, close-knit town on the south coast of Norway—a region often...
(gap: 2s) My earliest memories are painted in the soft, golden light of a small English town in the...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle town where I spent my childhood, the days were long and filled with the...
Growing up in the 1960s, I was frequently over my mother’s lap getting the hairbrush on my bottom. I...
My first interest in spanking began many years ago, in the heart of a close-knit family that seemed to...
When I was in second grade, I attended a school that allowed the students to be paddled. It was...
Discipline in our home was never taken lightly. I still recall the sting of many a good hard smacking...
My Mother and Father were reasonable people, products of their time who believed firmly that their offspring should be...