Warmbotty

When I was six or seven years old (I can’t remember exactly when), I ‘borrowed’ my mother’s camera and played around with it for a while. It was a simple … Read more

My parents split up when I was very young – my mother ran off with a friend of my dad’s, and after about six months they went off together to … Read more

I was nine years old, and for the second time in about a month, I hadn’t done my homework. Even now as we sat down in class, I was somehow … Read more

When I was 10 years old, I began attending a girls’ school in the west of Ireland which, like many at the time, was run by nuns as part of … Read more

Although I now live in London, I was actually born in Hong Kong and raised there during the 1980s. My parents, who are both Chinese, were pretty strict with me … Read more

It was the autumn of 1972, and as you will see, I have no problem remembering or confirming the date. That summer I had turned 13 and considered myself quite … Read more

My mother died very suddenly when my younger sister and I were quite young (I was six and my little sister Pamela was barely a year old). Our dad was … Read more

Spankings began quite early for me – I have a vivid memory of being barely three and being taken upstairs by my father for a dose of the slipper. The … Read more

When I was a little boy, we had a black maid called Ella, who was ‘the help’ around our house. Even back then (I’m talking early 1960s), Ella was quite … Read more

Helen was a right little chatterbox during her early school years – and one day the habit earned her a soundly smacked bottom from her teacher, as she recalls here…

Eamon recalls the box of spanking implements his mother kept for himself and his sister, and describes their use when they misbehaved!

This is the story of the last proper spanking I got as a girl – I was 12 years old and this was in the early 1970s. I should explain … Read more

It might sound a bit arrogant to say this, but I was generally a very well-behaved child. Of course, I could be naughty like any other little boy, but generally … Read more

Those of you who grew up in the UK during the 70s and 80s will almost certainly remember the Keep Britain Tidy campaign, along with its slogan: “Don’t be a … Read more

Kids today don’t know they’re born – I grew up in Ireland during the 1970s, when no mother had any trouble in smacking bottoms when their children misbehaved! At our … Read more

We had some very good family friends who we visited quite often at their home in Yorkshire – they had children of roughly the same age as my elder brother … Read more

When I was nine years old, I was sent to a preparatory school in the north west of England. It was impressed upon me by my parents just how much … Read more

When Louise was at teaching training college, the first bottom she ended up smacking was ironically not one of her pupils – but that of her younger brother Craig.