The other half of the deal
Following on from my (somewhat nervously submitted) first posting to this fantastic site, I felt it was finally time to relate the second half of the story. Those who have … Read more
Fathers
A taste of Dad’s slipper
My name is Mireia, and I come from Altafulla in Spain. My childhood stretched from the 70s to the early 90s, and I grew up in a loving household with … Read more
Copying leads to caning
Reading your stories here provoked has memories of my own spankings and canings as I grew up in my little town in northern England – memories and feelings that helped … Read more
A curious little girl
My wife Adrianna and I raised two boys and a girl during the 80s and 90s. Simon was the oldest, Jennie the middle child, and Seth was only a year … Read more
Making me a good boy
When I was a young boy, like all children I quickly discovered my own will, and of course tried my best to get everything in life the way I wanted … Read more
Show and tell
I have read your site for a while now, and I think it is time I gave back a little. Growing up in the late 80s/early 90s, my parents were … Read more
Family spanking ritual
Growing up in the 90s, it was not uncommon for a misbehaving boy or girl to find themselves over a knee, with their helpless bottom facing the wrath of an … Read more
Cricket goes wrong
I used to get spanked pretty often at school and home when I was younger. One memorable occasion which cost me a very sore bottom happened one day when I was … Read more
The way it felt
Once again, I found myself sitting alone in my room, waiting for the inevitable. It had been about a half hour since my dad said the dreaded words: “Go to … Read more
A touch too naughty
This is my earliest memory of corporal punishment from my father – I was about five years old at the time, I think. As was natural for a young, inquisitive … Read more
Sophie gets the belt
I grew up in the 60s and 70s in rural Idaho. If the country was trending toward more progressive parenting where spanking was frowned upon, it hadn’t reached our neck … 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
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
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
Over to mom
When I was growing up, mom seldom spanked me. It’s possible she did when I was younger but by the time I was eight or so, dad gave us most … Read more
Changing times for the cane
I was born in an era when strict child discipline and corporal punishment were the norm, whether in homes or at school. From a child’s point of view, the teachers … Read more
Bent over the bonnet
You may well think that at 18 years old, a girl is past the point where she needs her bottom smacking. Unfortunately, my eldest daughter found out one day that … Read more
A date with Daddy’s belt
To be honest, my husband is not much of a spanker. Nevertheless, he has never hesitated to warm our children’s bottoms when he felt such discipline was necessary. One such … Read more
Trouble at the shops
In our house, my husband is the disciplinarian. He is both loving and strict – very reasonable but expects rules to be followed. He always follows through with a punishment … Read more
A trip to the shoe shop
“May I help you, madam?” the assistant asked my mother. Even at the tender age of 13, it was my habit at that time to look at people I didn’t … Read more
Missing at the beach
One summer day, our family – myself, my husband and our children Susana and Julio – went to the beach. We all had a lovely afternoon but when it was … Read more
Like daughter, like mum
I was raised in a strict, loving and male-dominated family. My father was most definitely the head of our household and corporal punishment was the most common form of discipline … Read more
The missing report
My sister Rebeca and I were raised in a strict, traditional home. Our parents spanked us for a wide range of misbehaviour, and among the things which could earn us … Read more
Dad’s Sunday ritual
I grew up in a loving but strict household. As a child, whenever I misbehaved, I would receive a bare bottom spanking from my father with either his hand, the … Read more
A loving upbringing
I grew up in one of the countries of Eastern Europe in the 80s and early 90s. Spanking had already declined here a bit, compared with the 60s and 70s, … Read more
Recipe for two sore bottoms
When I was growing up, my dad’s sister Beth and her daughter Ruth lived next door to us. Aunt Beth was a widow – her husband had been killed in … Read more
A singular magazine, part I
Maman special feature As a special thank-you to all our visitors, we’re now making the first part of this fascinating historical study free to view for everyone. Anyone with an … Read more
Head of the household
I wonder how many of your readers are, like myself, in a domestic discipline relationship? I can vividly remember the day I got my first inkling that my own parents … Read more
Fun at bedtime
I was born in the mid 80s, the eldest of four kids, and we were all raised with a lot of love, cuddles and a good balanced mix of freedom … Read more
Summers of spankings
I have such fond memories of summers back in my childhood and youth – the 60s and 70s were wonderful times! Swimming both in local swimming pools and rivers; ice cream … Read more
A punishment in itself
For me, as a child, in many ways the worst part of corporal punishment was not the spanking itself – it was the waiting, particularly when other children were being … Read more
The wages of sin
I’ve already told you about the first time my father put me over his knee for the slipper, when I was six years old. That whacking taught me a very … Read more
A spanking on the beach
We were having a family day out at a beach on the UK’s Yorkshire coast – it was 1971 and I was 11 years old. I had been reluctant to … Read more
A chance encounter
As a young woman, I worked in newspaper advertising for a publication based in the English county of Lincolnshire – the following encounter happened around the late 1980s, as I … Read more
Becoming a spanking dad
Twenty-five years ago, I made a decision that shocked my parents, relatives and friends. It was a decision that has had long-reaching – and, in my view, mostly positive – … Read more