Warmbotty
A bare-breasted spanking
My younger sister and I bickered constantly when we were children and we both often ended up over our mother’s knee to have our bottoms thoroughly warmed. However, one such … Read more
A spanking at last
I left it relatively late to begin spanking Stefan, my only child. Although both my elder sister Claudia and I had often had our bottoms smacked and caned by our … Read more
My one and only belting
I am by nature a non-confrontational sort of person and that sort of behaviour was reflected in my childhood too. I was a naturally compliant and obedient boy who hated … Read more
Family discipline on TV
I’ve enjoyed reading many accounts of corporal punishment on your website, but I don’t think many of your contributors have had their discipline discussed openly on national television, as I … Read more
The mermaid’s tail
When I was a little girl, I was absolutely obsessed with The Little Mermaid. I’ve totally lost count of how many times I watched that film (my mother, on the … Read more
Shaped by my spankings
The recent contribution to your website from the anonymous ‘Military Brat’ struck a chord with me, both with regard to my own history and sexual inclinations. My father was a … Read more
Two doses of the spoon
When I was about eight years old, I went around to my friend Linda’s house to play one day during the school holidays. It was a glorious sunny afternoon, so … Read more
A stepmom’s progress
My son was three years old when I first introduced him to my girlfriend, who was at the time wrapping up her university degree. Linda’s motherly instincts kicked in almost … Read more
Birching in the woods
I knew from an early age that I liked other boys, and thought myself homosexual until well into my late teens, when I overcame a lot of my awkwardness and … Read more
Nurturing my fetish
I am a 62-year-old woman and I grew up all over the world. My father belonged to the British army and over the years we lived in China, India, the … Read more
Revelations and embarrassments
My own obsession with spanking goes back a long way – I’m convinced there’s something genetic about it. I want to tell you about a few of my memories from … Read more
Thrashed twice over
I was 13, and I had discovered the joys of masturbation. And like many boys who experience this epiphany, I got rather addicted to the activity. At one point, not … Read more
Bottoms at bathtime
My dad ran off with another woman when we, his children, were quite young. With no support, Mom had no choice but to work a couple of jobs and we … Read more
Privacy and punishment
I was about nine and it was my Saturday night bath. I took a bath every night, but I had to make sure I washed everything really well on Saturdays, … Read more
Smacked bottom for a funny boy
I was young, eight or just nine. Our family attended what I think was a Christening. There were several children there that I met for the first time. A young, … Read more
Hard lessons at school
Having previously written about corporal punishment in the home, I thought you’d like to hear about my experiences at school, where my own bottom received most attention. I attended infant … Read more
The man next door
When I was ten years old, my parents won a raffle for a short weekend break in Cornwall. Unfortunately, it was only for two adults so something had to be … Read more
A change in behaviour
I hadn’t been married to my second wife for long when we went to stay with her grandmother for a few days. We lived in the north of England and … Read more
A smacking at bath time
I grew up primarily grew up in the 1960s, a little bit in the 1950s and a little bit in the 70s. Some boys in my village were given casual … Read more
From Beverley to Mum
My birth mother died in a car accident when I was just three years old, so for many years it was just me and my dad. Then, when I was … Read more
Memories of la chancla
Growing up in Mexico during the 1980s, the most common discipline tool amongst mothers was undoubtedly la chancla – a flip-flop or light sandal. In Latin America, la chancla has … Read more
‘Do we still need this?’
I’m somewhat old-fashioned in my ways, so when our only child Orlando was born, there was no question that he would find himself over my knee at various times while … Read more
Dirty knickers, sore bottom
My two brothers and I were quite regularly smacked as children, although I didn’t seem to get it half as much as they did. I think I was at heart … Read more
Crushing my crush
When I was six years old, my primary school teacher was a Mrs Mason. She was a young, attractive lady with shoulder-length brown hair, parted in the centre. Mrs Mason … Read more
My grandmother’s scent
I was born in Taiwan and my upbringing there during the 1980s was very typical for the times, particularly when it came to matters of domestic discipline. My mother bought … Read more
Aunt Pam’s little helpers
Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was … Read more
Memories of my nanny
I come from quite a privileged family, and as my parents were both busy professionals it was only natural that they would engage a nanny for their three children. Unlike … Read more
Smacked beside the seaside
My parents didn’t smack very often – my sister and I were raised in the 80s, when spanking was becoming rather unfashionable – but occasionally they did take decisive action, … Read more
At both ends of the cane
I enjoy reading the memories posted on your website, especially those involving the cane, a punishment implement with which I have a long connection. Unusually among your posters, however, I … Read more
A caning at church
When I was 15, my nan was taken seriously ill, so my mum travelled to her bedside with my dad. As it was in school time, they felt that I … Read more
Trying out a spanking
It was, as usual, a wet Bank Holiday. My friend Graham and I were bored and our mums decided to take us to a local jumble sale. Looking around at junk … Read more
How to make a point
I was one of the first from our British primary school to go to a middle school, when the system changed in the late 1970s – previously, you stayed on … Read more
The humiliation of threats
Unlike most of your correspondents here, I don’t think I ever received a smacked bottom throughout my entire childhood – certainly not the formal, knickers down and over mother’s knee … Read more
Our new neighbour
The house next door to us had been empty for some time before Mrs Ryan, our new neighbour, moved in. She seemed ancient to me but in retrospect, I guess … Read more
Green light for a red bottom
The year was 1975, and I was six years old. I had been disruptive in class for most of the morning and Mrs Taylor, my teacher, had clearly had enough. … Read more