Unsuited to modesty
On reflection, it was entirely my own fault. My sexual feelings didn’t start until I got to be 15, and nearly 16. I didn’t realise at the time that boys are different, … Read more
Red Bottom Club
Two losses of dignity
Unfortunately, as a child I was prone to bathroom accidents. Even as an adult, it’s a rare month that passes without me having an accident. Now I can kind of … Read more
A witness to the hairbrush
As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I am quite a bit younger than most of your other contributors. And when I was young, I was sure that my sister … Read more
McKenzie’s bare bottom
When I was 11 years old, my parents sent me to a Catholic private boys school in the North East of England – although it was partly a boarding school, … Read more
My ‘second mother’ – and the strap
I was at a beach house with a friend, staying with a woman and her daughter whom I looked on as being virtually like a second mother and a sister. My … Read more
The other half of the deal
Following on from my (somewhat nervously submitted) first posting to this fantastic site, I felt it was finally time to relate the second half of the story. Those who have … Read more
A virtually bare smacking
I’ve mentioned before that I grew up mostly in the 1970s in Yorkshire, and that smacking and other corporal punishment was still commonplace at home and at school. I thought … Read more
Taking one for the team
In 1984, I was 12 years old and attending secondary school. I was seldom in trouble, and fully expected to get through my five years without experiencing corporal punishment at … Read more
A lesson in respect
I’ve already related a few of my childhood spanking experiences here on Maman and (as you might have picked up on) quite a few of them were at the hands … Read more
A taste of Dad’s slipper
My name is Mireia, and I come from Altafulla in Spain. My childhood stretched from the 70s to the early 90s, and I grew up in a loving household with … Read more
The unexpected lesson
I still remember that sweltering summer afternoon, when even the air seemed to hang languid. I was 12, my brother Leo was eight. Our parents had gone out for dinner, … Read more
Through testing times
I’d been in about eight different foster homes by the time I was 14. The newest was in Kent, and like all the previous ones I had a foster mother but no foster father – since this … Read more
Beach baby’s come-uppance
In 1986, when I was 12 years old, our family went on vacation to North Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. We had a place right on the shore and it … Read more
Sister’s maintenance spankings
This story goes back to the 1990s. Our parents raised a large family along very traditional Christian lines. We were not allowed TV or internet, and all us children were … Read more
Caught with my pants down
As I have related in other stories which have already appeared on Maman, I was certainly no stranger to a well-smacked bottom – usually administered by my mum – when … Read more
The price of deceit, part III
After I had rubbed my sore bottom for a minute or so, Mrs Taylor ordered me to put my hands back behind my head. “Well, Robert, normally, at this point, … Read more
Learning about spankings
My dad’s brother, Uncle Mark, and his wife Carol lived next door to us when I was growing up. They had two children, my cousins Evan and his little sister … Read more
The price of deceit, part II
After my sound slippering from Mum that night, you may well imagine that the next morning I woke with my stomach rumbling in dreaded anticipation of what was still to … Read more
Mum tries to lance the boil
I have long been obsessed with the subject of corporal punishment – specifically, being spanked in a motherly, matronly way, over the knee with a slipper. This obsession began quite … Read more
The fantasy becomes real
Unusually, as a child of the 60s, I never received corporal punishment as a boy – but that didn’t stop me being obsessed with bottoms! Even at an early age, … Read more
When girls fight
Many decades ago, I went to a mixed-sex primary school until I was 11, when I was sent to an all-girls school. I loved my primary school because the discipline was … Read more
Tears in a Florida hotel
I’ll be absolutely up front – I’ve been a ‘spanko’ since I was a teenager. Quite why, I’m not really sure, as my parents very rarely smacked me and I … Read more
Copying leads to caning
Reading your stories here provoked has memories of my own spankings and canings as I grew up in my little town in northern England – memories and feelings that helped … Read more
The price of deceit: part I
My twin sister and I were born in the mid 1950s, a time when a smacked bottom at home for either of us and corporal punishment in school was not … Read more
A nun learns how to spank
This story goes back to my days in grade school on the US east coast, in the late 1960s. I was attending a public school which was, literally, across the … Read more
Mom gets a job – and so do I
My mom and dad divorced after a long and bitter battle, leaving my brother and I are living with her. Dad had moved to another city so Mom had to … Read more
Waiting for my turn
My dad died when I was just four, and my little brother Philip two years younger still. Just before this happened, my maternal grandfather had also passed suddenly, so it … Read more
Hotting up after bathtime
One of my earliest sexual encounters was with a girl of a couple of years older than me. I was a semi-frequent visitor to her house. Luckily for me, her mom … Read more
Running out of road
I remember with crystal clarity the day I got my first spanking in school – and my teacher’s exact words as she took me to be punished. I was in … Read more
Paddlings cross-country
I’ve already shared with you how my father began to take his family across America in search of work. By the time I was seven years old, Dad had a … Read more
Tied up and spanked
The games children play when left to their own devices can be fascinating, to say the least. This is a story about one such game. Growing up, our Mom and … Read more
A Little bit of discipline
I was born in Virginia, but when the time I was six and my brother David three, my dad wasn’t having much luck finding work, so he packed us all … Read more
Those ‘not so happy’ days
I went to a public school in the late 1940s/early 50s, where corporal punishment of some sort was guaranteed for any misbehaviour, no matter how trivial. Having never been spanked … Read more
The end of the argument (audio)
In this slice of Spanish family life from yesteryear, Laura recalls how not letting go of an argument with her cousin Javier resulted in both of them ending up with … Read more
The cane from Granny Black
In my last contribution, I recounted the story of a memorable spanking I received from my sister Marsha, and I also mentioned that we had both over the years received spankings … Read more
In the swim
When I was around six years old – at my parents’ insistence – I started swimming lessons. I had been in the water a lot previously and could effectively doggy-paddle, … Read more