My first time as a mother
You have a lot of stories on your website which are told from the child’s perspective [to be absolutely accurate, the person who was a child at the time – … Read more
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The hair-do
The youngest memory I have is a short one. I cannot tell you how old I was, but my mother said I was very little – a young three, perhaps. … Read more
Wiping the slate clean
After I moved to the United Kingdom, I got to know Georgia, a tall and slim black woman with three children. Georgia was an high-earning academic and a determined single … Read more
Mum’s use of the cane
This is going to be quite a short contribution, as I can’t really single out a particular incident of corporal punishment from my boyhood, but I wanted to tell you … Read more
My first paddling
When I was 12, I was attending junior high at a small town in Alabama. I had a steady if unspectacular academic record and was generally a well-behaved young girl. … Read more
Making a meal of it
Spankings at my house were not rare and all of us – my younger sis and two younger brothers – were all spanked into our teens. This story is about … Read more
The copycats
When we were kids, my big sister Shirley and I were big fans of all the comic books, and laughed ourselves silly at the antics the characters got up to. … Read more
My beautiful tutor
During my lower school and early middle school years, I had a personal tutor to help me with my studies. This teacher was a young woman doing her graduate studies … Read more
Mothers Talking: Billie
Billie is a UK-based mum who at the time of the interview had just one child, a five-year-old son named Oliver. Many mothers don’t believe in spanking these days – … Read more
Mom cleans up
I grew up the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger. Though my parents were 1960s liberal types, they were anything … Read more
Smack bottom and bed
I will always remember a day my wife Karen and I visited the home of my work colleague Phil and his wife Carolyn. I was fairly new in the job … Read more
The new car
My brother Jeff and I are only 13 months apart and we were raised almost like twins. We had only each other for the first five years of my life, … Read more
Caught shoplifting
Shortly before I turned 14, I convinced my mother that I was too old to go to camp anymore. My mom had taken on a part-time job and was working … Read more
Mothers Talking – Laura
Laura lives in Midwest America with her husband. At the time of interviewing her, her two sons were aged 12 and eight respectively. So, I know you’re a spanking mom. … Read more
Do you want a smacked bum?
Many years ago, much to the annoyance of my mother, I used to run upstairs to my bedroom most evenings after school to change into my football kit. I usually … Read more
The hated coat
I was in the second year of senior school, so I’d be 12. I needed a new winter coat and one day, when I got home from my lessons, my … Read more
Wiffle ball
We were not allowed to play baseball in our yard, for the windows of the house were made of leaded glass, partitioned in diamond shapes. The house had been built … Read more
Mothers talking: Cordelia
Cordelia is a single UK mother. She has just the one son, Jack, who at the time of our original correspondence was around 10 years old. Tell me about how … Read more
Red as a London bus
The summer between 9th and 10th grade, we went as a family – mom, dad, me and my younger sister and two younger brothers – to Scotland to visit my … Read more
On the subject of spanking
When I was 16 years old, Mom surprised me with my first spanking from her in three years. It came about as a result of a spanking I was given … Read more
Last spanking at home
My parents came of age in the 1960s and both could accurately be described as Kennedy Democrats. My mom was a classroom teacher for several years and my dad was … Read more
Smackings at the childminder’s
During the early 1990s, my mum had a little part-time job which helped with the bills but meant that I had to be looked after by someone else. Not having … Read more
Spanked on our periods
When I was 13, I went for a sleepover at the house of my best friend, Cindy. She had a rather annoying little brother, named Michael, who sparked the most … Read more
A new coat
When I was seven and Jeff was six, mother had bought us new coats for Easter and we were invited to tea on Easter afternoon at the Potters. Our coats … Read more
Slipperings for stealing
When I was nine and my brother six, we were caught stealing sweets from our local store. The shopkeeper knew our mother well and told her that this was not … Read more
The missing slipper
I grew up during the in France during the 1970s, and was raised by my single mother. I was an energetic child, whom she loved and spoiled whenever she could. … Read more
Mom’s rituals
I am a 40-year-old woman who lives in Buffalo, NY, where I grew up. I am the oldest of four. I have a sister two years younger and brothers five … Read more
In support of Mr Cane
The following story and picture originally appeared on a Singapore-based blog. In it, the writer reveals how she bought a cane for her son when he was quite young, and … Read more
The carriage house
When I was nine, I fell in love with horses, as a great many girls do. I started to draw their heads all over my notebooks and I rode with … Read more
The piano tuner
Her grand piano was our mother’s pride and joy – and of course it needed tuning regularly. This is the story of how that need ended in both my brother … Read more
The sailboat
My nanny was very strict, as you will know already if you’ve read some of my other stories. She took us to the park sometimes and she would meet other … Read more
The tricycle
My mother took me to visit the daughter of one of her friends. We were the same age. Sarah and I liked each other right away and her mother suggested … Read more
The two smells
There can’t be many adolescent boys who haven’t at least thought about sniffing their mum’s dirty knickers but given the circumstances of this story, you’ll understand me wanting to remain … Read more
After class
When I was eight, I was in Miss Bateman’s class. She was quite a young teacher (although she seemed ancient to us children, of course), with by now quite old-fashioned … Read more