Mother’s wooden spoon

In my house, in the 1970s, a spanking was a pretty common occurrence.  My mother stayed at home to raise her two sons and she never hesitated to reinforce the rules … Read more

Well swatted

I grew up in a typical middle-class 1960s household in the midwest, the middle child in a three-daughter family. When we were quite young, my parents would sometimes rely on … Read more

Summer memory

My brother and I actually did not receive many spankings – but I will never forget the one we got in the summer of 1991. Each spring, we got new … Read more

Old time religion

When I was in third grade, my family started attending a semi-fundamentalist protestant church. At this point I was eight or nine and I had a four-year-old brother and sisters … Read more

Cleaning out the poison

I guess I was about eight, and very proud of myself – I had smoked two of my brother’s cigarettes and gotten away with it. However, it was clear when … Read more

Playing with the hose

I’ve read a number of stories on your site about people who had corner time after being spanked. My house was different – we had the corner time before being … Read more

Family routine

In a previous contribution, I wrote about how my mother would wash my mouth out with soap when bad language was a problem. Now, I would like to relate how … Read more

Corner time

I’m an adult now but as a girl and teen, I was subject to my mother’s strict discipline. Mother was an expert in giving spankings to me and my sister … Read more

Wandering off

It was a nice, warm summer’s day and my mother and I were at the zoo as a special treat for my birthday. I was turning five at the time, … Read more

Shoplifting punishment

I was the 13-year-old only child of well-to-do parents living in a small Canadian city. They were well respected, prominent citizens and I was pretty much what you could describe … Read more

Grace and favour

Approaching my second year at university, I was really stuck as to accommodation. A planned house share had fallen through, many of the other options were too far away from … Read more

Staying at Sue’s

When I was about seven years old, I stayed at my friend’s place for two weeks. My friend, Sue, wet the bed and her mum flogged her with the strap, … Read more

In the woods with Anne

One summer afternoon, when I was a skinny boy of 15, I took my sister Anne (who was 13 at the time) to one of our secret hideouts in the … Read more

Choosing a spanking

When I was 10 years old, I stole a half pack of cigarettes from my mother. I walked to the yard of our neighbour, Miss Foley, and hid behind her … Read more

Staying with Debbie

When I was nine, my sister and went to live with my second cousin while my mother was going through some hard times. Debbie believed wholeheartedly in discipline and would … Read more

My Aunt Joanne

This is my first story about a childhood in which I was punished frequently, but always lovingly and fairly. This was a regular day when I was out playing. I … Read more

Smacked at last

When I was 11 years old I moved to a new school. My new teacher was called Miss Cawthorne. She was a tall, well-dressed lady who smelled sweetly of violets … Read more

Wetting my pants

My story begins in elementary school in the north east of the US. My parents weren’t much for handing out punishments and spankings were very rare. My third grade teacher … Read more

Matrons remembered

The following is an exchange between two contributors to the long-defunct Maman mailing list, regarding that formidable figure, the prep school matron… Ian: Sean, You left me wondering if we had … Read more

Set straight

All of my school life, I was an enthusiastic and bright student. I loved and respected my teachers, and felt respected and cared for by them as well. I was … Read more

Lesson learned

I grew up in the southeastern United States in the 60s and 70s. My math-science teacher in seventh grade was a young and attractive woman named Mrs Nielson. One day … Read more

Spanked for skipping

In seventh grade, my friend Kelly and I had PE together. Neither of us was the atheletic type, so it was somewhat torture to us. We were normally very well … Read more

Not so cool

Spankings were a part of my upbringing from my first memories as a little girl until I graduated from high school. Both at home and at the private school I … Read more

Sister Rose’s yardstick

As a Catholic schoolgirl of the 50s, I was introduced to Sister Rose and the yardstick in seventh grade. The first day of the school year, Sister Rose left us … Read more

A mother remembers

My name is Jennifer and I’m 42 years old. I have two grown-up daughters (20 and 22 at the time of writing) and two grown-up stepdaughters (19 and 21). The … Read more

Smacked at the school gates

I grew up in the 1980s and discipline was very simple. If I misbehaved, I would find myself across my mum’s knee, my skirt up and my knickers down for … Read more

The cowhide

In the late 1950s until the early 1960s, we lived in Uganda. We were not wealthy people and so while we lived in Scotland, we certainly never had any household … Read more

Picking a spanking

One episode clearly sticks in my mind when I was eight years old. I had gone into a neighbour’s garden and pulled up some flowers, and she, quite rightly, dragged … Read more

The cane at bedtime

You may have read The Slipper at Bedtime, which described a slippering I and my best friend James got from my mum when we emptied feathers from a pillow all over … Read more

The slipper at bedtime

I remember many spankings while I was growing up. Mother always carried them out. Pants were removed, I had to bend over and the slipper would whack down across my … Read more

On the bare bottom

In a previous contribution to Maman, questions were raised as to whether mothers spank their children on the bare bottom, and in what positions. My first-hand knowledge of this dates … Read more

Indelible memory

I can remember, when I was about 10 or 11, having two or possibly three spankings in one week. I think the first was at the weekend, after we – … Read more

Worse than a spanking

When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet peeve of my mother – if she heard a bad word … Read more

Losing track of time

I am a mother who raised children in the 1970s and firmly believed in the use of a spanking to set young minds straight. I think that it did my … Read more

On the beach

I have few memories of being five, but this particular day at the beach is recalled in part in vivid detail. Being a city boy, it was rare that my … Read more

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