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I cannot believe this all happened 47 years ago. I spent my teenage years in a large town in the south of England. In our tow… more

In my previous contribution to Maman, I wrote before about how my friend and I fantasised about being spanked by our resp… more

From quite a young age, I had this all-consuming desire for a woman I knew had punished her children with spankings to dis… more

The first time I received the cane was at my Aunt Evelyn’s house when I was 15. She lived at the edge of a woods, where I woul… more

During the 1960s, I attended a prep school in North Yorkshire, from where I have very fond memories of our loving but stri… more

Mum and Aunt Jean were hanging new curtains. My job was to find the boxes marked ‘kitchen’ and unpack them. … more

After the Boxing Day spanking I described in a previous post, I saw my mother in a different light. She had reduced me to te… more

I am an avid reader of your website and a keen spanker of well-deserving, consenting adults. However, in my childhood I w… more

Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. Ho… more

When I was 15, my nan was taken seriously ill, so my mum travelled to her bedside with my dad. As it was in school time, they f… more

The house next door to us had been empty for some time before Mrs Ryan, our new neighbour, moved in. She seemed ancient to m… more

I’m now in my early late 60s and long retired, but before my marriage and raising my own family, I spent about eight … more

I was born in the end of the 1950s, the child of relatively wealthy parents, and was raised predominantly by my nanny, who … more

I was only about 14 or 15 years old when I gave my first spanking. I have to say, it turned out to be something of a rare occurr… more

I read with a great deal of interest your contribution from Jonathan about having his underpants checked for cleanline… more

During the summer when I was nine years old, I visited my maternal grandparents on their farm – and brought my best friend … more

When I was nine years old, my maternal grandparents looked after me for a weekend while my parents were away. Although I … more

When I was around seven or eight years old, I spent part of the summer with my maternal grandparents – they lived on a small … more

The following is a true story, which I would love to share with your readers. It happened to me in the early 1980s. My paren… more