When I was a naughty boy, I would usually be sent to fetch Mum’s slipper from her shoe cupboard (unless she happened to be wearing it at the time, of course). Mostly, she would be sat in her favourite chair and I would be ordered to lie over her knee so I could be given […]

  Click Here to Listen to Story My mother was definitely a believer in smacking naughty children. I was by no means the most unruly child of my cohort in school but like all children, I did need discipline, and when my mother was involved, that usually meant a sore bottom. When I was very little […]

When i was about eight I had a Sunday school teacher called Sharon who was a senior at the high school. she was very pretty but very firm and i loved her dearly one sunday i arrived for class nursing a sore bottom as i had been the object of my mother’s wrath that morning […]

Dear Michael, Your message of yesterday was buried deep in the ‘Bare Behinds’ thread. It is a beautifully written, heartfelt piece and to give it the prominence it deserves, I have copied it and started a new thread. Michael wrote: Long term consequences. June 4 2003, 11:14 PM Dominum – and maybe it was his […]

I don’t believe I was especially naughty as a child – at least, no more than any other boy of my particular age group. Unfortunately my mother – of stern, unyielding Presbyterian stock – disagreed. In her sincere and honest belief that to spare the rod was to spoil the child, she ensured that anything other […]

Just watched a news story about a massive meeting of Catholic Bishops for the purpose of addressing child abuse in the Catholic church. Now, of course, this is happening because the Church had an horrific record of hiding knowledge of abuse, and protecting the abusers, using every trick under the sun. Now compare this with […]