Painting the woodshed

As I have mentioned in other stories, my own family and that of my friend Hannah were close friends. Hannah and I were almost like twins and because of that, … Read more

The cookie thief

This happened one summer – I was around seven or eight years old and on vacation at my grandparents’ farm. It was a rainy day, so grandmother suggested that after … Read more

Some early fireworks

I was eight years old – almost nine – and a family picnic for the Fourth of July. It was at my aunt and uncle’s home, which had a swimming pool … Read more

Spanking by the book

Maman Special Report Books offering advice on raising good, happy children have never exactly been in short supply – but two slim American volumes from the 1920s and 30s stand … Read more

Memories of the stick

I was fortunate growing up to have a large contingent of extended family living in the same neighbourhood. My mom’s sister lived just a couple of blocks from us, in … Read more

Black bottomed girl

I met Omolade [name changed – Ed] at university – we were both studying history of art at Cambridge. She was Nigerian and her mother was a quite prominent diplomat. … Read more

Smacked bottom games

During the 1970s, when I was growing up, a smacked bottom was such a routine punishment for a naughty youngster that we children regularly included corporal punishment in our games, … Read more

My sister’s bare bottom

I was brought up in what was then West Germany during the 1970s. Both myself and my older sister were regularly spanked when we misbehaved. However, perhaps because of having … Read more

A strapping from Aunt Helen

Probably the worst strapping I ever received was when I was 13 and staying with my aunt, while I was visiting the neighbourhood I use to live in. Our family … Read more

Turning the tables

I’ve already told you about my first time over my stepmom’s knee, and my last – but this is story of the first time someone went across my own lap. … Read more

Naughty at bedtime

Until I was around nine or 10 years old, I wet the bed at night and therefore wore pull-up diapers. Because of this problem, I did not host or attend many … Read more

First caning from grandmother

Growing up, I was mostly looked after by my grandmother, as my parents worked long hours and were often out of the city (or indeed the country) for extended periods.  … Read more

Mad about the boy

Warning: This contribution is somewhat different from our usual content in its parameters, in that it references a spanking given by a father, and an explicit description of teenage sex. … Read more

Just deserts

I grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, and while spanking was, I think, still in common practice in my neighbourhood, it had already gotten a certain stigma attached to … Read more

Walking into trouble

When we were nine – almost 10 – my friend Glyn and I were mad about dogs. I wanted one but my parents vetoed the idea. Glyn’s family had a … Read more

Smackings for the boys

During the early 1990s, spanking (or smacking, as we generally call it in the UK) was in transition. It was not frowned upon by the majority and it still happened … Read more

An obsession for discipline

During my childhood, discipline was a common affair in most households. I always connected strongly with maternal discipline and one relative in particular captivated my thoughts profoundly. Raji was a … Read more

Threat becomes reality

One of the most severe spankings I ever got was actually from my brother’s then girlfriend, Helen. At the time I was 12 years old and had a complete girl … Read more

At bottom

A short extract from Nancy Friday’s book My Secret Garden. Correspondent Barbara reveals how exposure to corporal punishment in her formative years gave her a taste for the cane. I … Read more

A touch of starch

My husband is the second oldest of five. He has an older brother and three younger sisters. His family owns a building supply and home improvement centre in our area, … Read more

A lapse in concentration

I have already written in more general terms about my young, beautiful tutor and how she used a ruler regularly during my evening studies. Now I’d like to tell you … Read more

Orthodox discipline

I grew up in a Jewish family in Brooklyn, New York, in the 1970s. A few houses away from us lived my aunt, my mother’s sister, and we were very … Read more

Wetting our pants

The following conversation was found somewhere on the web some years ago – a group of now young women discussing memories of getting their bottoms spanked for wetting their pants. … Read more

The Housemother

In the late 1950s and early 1960s, I attended a boarding school in the Midlands region of England, close to the Cheshire border. It remains a boarding school to this … 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

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

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