A winning formula
Every spanking I ever received, between the ages of three and 11, followed the same formula, and I thought your readers would enjoy reading about it. It certainly proved very … Read more
Mothers
Boot camp for girls
In the summer of 1978, at the age of 11, I spent what should have been my school holiday at a ‘boot camp’ for wayward girls. I’d been spanked before, … Read more
An unfulfilled desire
My childhood memories of spanking are not happy ones – but not because of corporal punishment, rather the lack of it. My parents didn’t smack and until I started I … Read more
Bringing back the memories
I enjoy reading your site – it brings back many memories. Like many of your contributors, I did get spanked as a boy but probably not as hard as many … Read more
Reports day
Nowadays, the arrival of school report cards is much less of an occasion than in the past. I know from experience with my own family that parents today have so … Read more
Spanking in context
I don’t know how many of your readers will be familiar with the term ‘Third Culture Kids’ (or TCKs for short). Basically, it refers to people growing up in one … Read more
Four sore bottoms
I got spanked four times when I was a girl. What follows is an account of each of these punishments. The first one happened when I was five years old. … Read more
And mother makes two…
Like most of your readers, I am fascinated by spanking. My first proper girlfriend (we were 16 and 17 at the time, respectively) still got the occasional spanking from her … Read more
A point of contention
Your story from Ben, entitled Life with the Turners, reminded me of my own childhood. I grew up in New Jersey, and my mom and dad were pretty damn cool. … Read more
Jenny and her children
I am now quite an elderly gentleman. However, my thoughts often stray back to the late 1960s, when I was in my early 20s. Like most children of that time, I … Read more
Four generations
My father James was raised in a Christian orphanage in the 1930s and 1940s. He was evacuated during the Second World War alongside all the other children, and so lived … Read more
A double helping
Reading your recent story about the school secretary gave me a flashback to when I and my brother were paddled in the school office – with my mother handing out … Read more
The Canadian way
I am pleased to have found the courage to finally tell you my own story. In Canada, schools used the strap – but it wasn’t like the leather ones used … Read more
Brought up right
Growing up in Missouri, I got spanked pretty much every day – but then, so did all the other children around me. Mostly, the spanking would be of the most … Read more
Life with the Turners
My name is Ben. I was born in 1971 and spent a lot of my childhood in the foster care system until I was finally adopted at the age of … Read more
The fascination of thrashings
I was born in 1956 in Staffordshire, the third of four children. My older sisters, Patricia and Jane, are eight and 11 years older than me, while my younger brother … Read more
The Christmas party
This is the story of a wonderful party my parents threw one Christmas 20 years ago. I would have just turned 10 years old at the time. Mum and Dad … Read more
An inevitable submission
Growing up through the 1990s in the UK, I became a huge fan of all things wrestling. I am of course referring to modern WWE bouts rather than the vintage … Read more
Paying for pleasure
I grew up with two brothers who were older than I was. At the time of this incident I would be 14 and my brothers 16 and 17 respectively. Spanking was … Read more
Making a ‘proper’ job of it
I grew up in a small, very conservative town in Cumbria, England in the 1980s, and most of the children living there got very regular spankings. In my own house, … Read more
Water, sand and fire
As I wrote in my first memory for Maman, my three sisters (one older, two younger) and I grew up in a loving household with frequent spankings, mainly from our … Read more
Maternal care, continued
Between the ages of 11 and 18, I was frequently spanked naked by my mother. I am an old man now, so those days are far behind me, but when … Read more
Disobeying in church
Here is a memory of mine from when I eight years old – I was reminded about this story the other day when visiting some friends, and their three-year-old had … Read more
The view from the stairs
My parents were firm believers in spanking. I recall hearing my mother tell an expecting younger woman that she was a ‘red bottom mom’. I know that she in turn … Read more
Life in foster care
For the first eight years of my life, growing up it was just me and my mum. They were often hectic, and sometimes crazy, but mostly loving times. Then Mum … Read more
Guided by the Bible
I got the first smacked bum I really remember in 1994. I was four years old and a cheeky little chappie; big smiles and lots of energy. I was Mum’s … Read more
A serious dose of the cane
When I was about 16, my aunt moved back to the United States with her two boys, who were 14 and 17 at the time. My aunt had worked for … Read more
Cutting to reality
I found the Maman site over the recent Christmas break, which was a nice little bonus. I thought I might try and join the ranks by contributing my own unique experiences … Read more
Caning the bullies
During my childhood, I never asked outright for a smacking – but there were a few situations where I was offered a choice between corporal punishment and a non-physical sanction … Read more
Sweet dreams
I’m 60 now, so what I am about to write happened a long while ago, but the memory is as strong today as it ever was. I grew up through the … Read more
All in good fun?
I thought I would write in and relate my childhood memories as regards to spanking. I don’t remember being that bothered about the subject, but there was a general sort … Read more
When mums conspire
Hello! I just found your site – considering my massive interest in the subject I’m surprised it’s taken me this long. Disappointed I am not! I’m pretty sure I’m one of your … Read more
Lined up for chastisement
My family consisted of a younger sister and older brother, while our neighbour’s family was made up of two boys (one younger, one the same age as me) and a … Read more
Overhearing a switching
I was never switched when growing up – but I certainly knew kids who were. One, a girl named Rebecca – Becky for short – had parents who whipped her … Read more
The mess in the bathroom
The following story was definitely not my finest hour – but it was also a lesson learned and never forgotten. When I was growing up, my dad would go to … Read more
Past and present
I’m sure most of us have been embarrassed by our mothers at one time or another, and my own mum caused me much embarrassment at a family celebration fairly recently. … Read more