Warmbotty – Page 4 – Maman: spanking memories: mothers, fathers, teachers, relatives and others

The smell of punishment

My mom rarely spanked me and my big sister (three years older) but nevertheless we did get our share of sore behinds growing up. Mom would have to be pretty … Read more

The beginning of it all

Many of your contributors, I notice, say they find it hard to pinpoint exactly where their fascination with the act of spanking began – but I can narrow down my … Read more

Two smoking bottoms

During the 1970s, I attended a private Catholic girls school in Yorkshire. It was run along pretty traditional lines, as was usual for the period, and although corporal punishment was … Read more

Volunteer for a spanking

I was quite mature – well, 12 years old – when I got my first ever spanking. One Saturday, I was playing baseball with five of my friends – Paul, … Read more

An echo of the past

I’m taking you back in time to the 1970s, when I was a little girl of six years old. My mum had needed some groceries and other stuff so we … Read more

The intimacy of siblings

My sister and I are what’s termed fraternal twins – the product of two separately fertilised eggs, rather than the conventional divided one. My sister Cassie is slightly older according … Read more

A painful visit

I was raised in a pretty middle class family in Scotland during the 1980s. My parents were pretty liberal, and although I understand I did get the occasional smack on … Read more

Spankings from my sisters

Like many of my friends growing up in the early 1970s, I was spanked for misbehaviour. It wasn’t a big deal. Mom would give me a few swats on the … Read more

‘You’re still my child’

I was brought up in a very loving Irish Catholic family during the late 70s and 80s. Unusually for such families, I was an only child but I was very … Read more

A recipe for disaster

I have a tale to tell, according to my new partner at least! She introduced me to the Maman site after a conversation about spanking. I’ll set the scene as quickly … Read more

Willow’s bare bottom – and mine

In 1941, I was almost 12 and in a day school for boys in Oxford. I had no siblings, and my father had been killed in the war in late 1939. Lots of others who … Read more

Memories of my husband

I am now what most people would consider an old lady, but nevertheless I enjoy reading your website as it brings back wonderful memories of the intimate times I spent … Read more

An overdue spanking

When I was growing up in the 1980s, corporal punishment was generally out of favour – but not in our house. If my sister and I acted up or broke … Read more

Grandma’s hard hand

Growing up in the 1980s, my sister and I spent a lot of time over at the house of our widowed grandmother. After my grandpa died, she moved to be … Read more

Driven to despair

I was no stranger to spankings growing up, but being punished together with my brothers was a rare event. However, it did occur and the most memorable spanking occurred when I was … Read more

Five smacked bottoms

I was born and raised in a village in the north east Highlands of Scotland. The primary school I attended in the 1960s is now a residential property, but back … Read more

An inexplicable sequel

I really enjoy reading Maman and have a story to share. This is a little different perhaps to some of your stories as it concentrates more on sexual intercourse following … Read more

Shoplifting doesn’t pay

The story submitted to your site by Diane recently rang all sorts of bells with me, and all for the same (and wrong!) reasons. I too got caught shoplifting in … Read more

Some research into CP

Maman has received the following from a contributor named Uma, supposedly the results of a research project into the use of corporal punishment on children in India. We present it … Read more

My first and last beating

I was brought up in a comfortable middle-class home during the 1970s and although corporal punishment was still very commonly in use at that time, my own experience of such … Read more

Caught in the act

I wasn’t spanked much when I was a kid, and my sisters even less. I always deserved it when it happened. My mother was the disciplinarian in our house, and … Read more

In the ladies’ loo

You might think that the practice of smacking, particularly in the UK, had more or less died a death. I certainly thought so, especially given the appalling behaviour of far … Read more

The cane at home

My older brother and I were brought up in a fairly upper middle class household during the 1960s, and like many parents of their class at the time, our family … Read more

Two dirty bottoms

I’m an old man now, but I was born into a wealthy family in the early 1950s. Our family firm’s name is one that anyone in the UK would immediately … Read more

Lines – and more lines

I read with interest Charlotte’s account of being caned in primary school. I too got the cane at a similar age (nine years old in my case) and the punishment … Read more

A loving mother

My best friend when I was a child was a girl called Naomi, and when we were both nine years old, I was invited one evening to her house to … Read more

Three bottoms – and mine

I served in the US Navy for eight years, most of that time in a shore-based role in Norfolk, Virginia. It was during this time that I was introduced, via … Read more

Hearing each other

My younger brother (by two years) and I were brought up in the 1980s, when spanking was still a fairly common method of keeping children in order. We both individually … Read more

The dare that went wrong

I grew up in a fairly rural area of the UK in the 1960s, and a lot of the properties in my village had large gardens with apple and pear … Read more

A caning for Christmas

I stumbled across your site by accident and was fascinated. I’m 59 now, so I well remember the days (70s and 80s) when corporal punishment was still liberally and routinely … Read more

The shoe sale – and the slipper

Crichton’s shoe shop was once an institution in our town, but ceased trading when the owner died some 15 years ago. It was the epitome of elegance and luxury, and … Read more

My old enemy

Because I was an only child, I think my mother in particular was keen to make sure that I wasn’t spoilt, and although I got a lot of love off … Read more

The price of lateness

When I was in my late teens, I traveled to Jamaica with my mother and younger sister to visit my aunt, who worked in the tourist industry on the island. We … Read more

Bad marks – and bottom marks

I’ve noticed that there are quite a few of your correspondents from single parent families, and I am another, as my father died in a road accident when I was … Read more

A memorable family visit

When I was 13 years old, we had a family holiday in the West of England. On one of these days, it was decided that my dad would go fishing … Read more

Sink or swim

Mother was the disciplinarian in our household of three children. My brother was three years older, and my sister three years younger. Mother spanked us with a small plywood paddle … Read more