A heap of trouble

I think I must have been around six years old and in my kindergarten class. It was winter time and I was wearing pantyhose under my dress that day. It … Read more

A different colour

I have been reading through many of your stories and find it very interesting to learn about how others were raised and punished by their parents. I was born in the … Read more

After my paddling

I’ve already told you how I got paddled for passing notes in class – this is the story about what happened when I got home that day, with an already … Read more

Mothers Talking: Andrea

Andrea is an American mother living in a small, rural town. She has two daughters, who at the time of interview were aged eight and five. Can we start by … Read more

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

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

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

Eddy

Down the street from us lived a boy named Eddy. We were not supposed to play with him, because he came from a very different kind of background. Nanny called … 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

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

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

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

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 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

In fifth grade

When I was 10, I thought all physical discipline would end at our private school, at least for girls. We generally got some form of detention. I had a friend … Read more

The candy bar

I was all dressed for Sunday School with my younger brother Jeff. My father gave us each a quarter for the collection basket in Sunday School, and off we went. … Read more

How strict are yours?

With the decline in corporal punishment at home, I don’t know whether kids still have this conversation but back in my day, we often discussed how ‘strict’ our parents were … Read more

Telephone interruption

This is a memory from when I was four. My mother was talking on the telephone with a friend. She was in the upstairs telephone room, at the opposite end … Read more

Caught smoking

I grew up in Ohio in the 80s and by the age of 11, my best friend and I had grown curious about being cool like our fathers, both of … Read more

The Nanny Smacker

My mum was a big believer in corporal punishment, so not surprisingly my sister and I were often across her knee, with our underpants down, during our childhoods. All these … Read more

The belt from Momma

I grew up in a big African-American family (three daughters, two sons) in Alabama, US, in the early 1980s, and spankings were an almost daily part of family life. When … Read more

Counting the cost

When I was nine years old, my mother took me and my younger brother and sister to a department store where my grandmother worked. We needed school clothes and my … Read more

Heather’s sympathy

I grew up in Canada in an Irish Catholic family with two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger. My father was a police officer and mother a … Read more

Water – and the hairbrush

I remember the time me and my brother (who was two years older) got spanked over a water-related escapade. We had come home from school and were going out to … Read more

Obeying the sitter

This incident happened when I was nine years old. My mom had hired a sitter for me for two weeks – our nanny was on vacation. Anyway, the sitter came to … Read more

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