The Walk

I wonder how many people reading the wonderful stories here, full of childhood memories, have experienced ‘The Walk’? The Walk, in my case, took place way back in 1971. We … Read more

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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