Memories of the stick
I was fortunate growing up to have a large contingent of extended family living in the same neighbourhood. My mom’… more
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Black bottomed girl
I met Omolade [name changed – Ed] at university – we were both studying history of art at Cambridge. She was Nigeri… 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 ch… more
A spanking from my godmother
When I was 10 years old, my mom had been gone for about two years and my dad was just starting to date the woman who would beco… more
Double whooping at camp
The summer when I was 13 was a great one – I spent nearly every waking hour with my best friend Katie. We mostly hung out at my … more
Bottom smacker by Royal appointment
I was very interested to read your story Aunty Pat’s smackings, as I was subject to a very similar arrangement whe… 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 wh… more
Staying at Aunt Lindy’s
I was 12 when I was sent to spend part of the summer at my uncle and aunt’s house in rural Queensland, Australia. I wa… more
Correction That Corrects: Foreword
Correction That Corrects is a book on ‘child training’ authored by American Mariam Fredrick in 1925. It i… 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 neighbou… 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 … 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 p… 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 … more
Mad about the boy
Warning: This contribution is somewhat different from our usual content in its parameters, in that it references a spa… 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 alr… 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… 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 up… more
An obsession for discipline
During my childhood, discipline was a common affair in most households. I always connected strongly with maternal dis… 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 yea… 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 sup… 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 … 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 … more
Wetting our pants
The following conversation was found somewhere on the web some years ago – a group of now young women discussing memorie… 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 b… more
The purple Mongol pencil
When I was 10 years old, I was extremely fond of the old radio shows that came on late on Sunday afternoons – The Shadow, Inn… 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… 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 … more
Smackings at the childminder’s
During the early 1990s, my mum had a little part-time job which helped with the bills but meant that I had to be looked afte… 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 a… more
The sailboat
My nanny was very strict, as you will know already if you’ve read some of my other stories. She took us to the park so… 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 a… more
A trip to Boston
I was four, and Nanny had promised to take me to Boston Common, where we could feed the pigeons. We would also ride the swan … 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 … more