An early start

I grew up in quite a strict family, and spankings were a regular part of discipline. Use of the parental hand began around at around two and a half, and … Read more

The brown submarine

As a mum, the most memorable spanking I ever gave one of my children is in many ways the one I’m still most ashamed of. However, it’s also one which … Read more

Uncovering the past

About two years after I had married my wife Barbara, my work transferred me from my native Scotland to a new role in the south of England. We didn’t really … Read more

The model aeroplane

For my seventh birthday, among my presents from my parents was an Airfix model kit of a Spitfire, perhaps the most iconic of all the World War II planes. Dad … Read more

The sandpaper block

My dad had an unusual approach to discipline when it came to his two daughters. My big sister and I were never spanked, but nevertheless Dad found another way of … Read more

Playmates and punishments

Another extract from Confessions and Experiences, the first memoir of the infamous Edith Cadivec, first published in 1930. Here, Cadivec describes how, as a child, she would deliberately get playmates … Read more

A good smack

A few years back, I was waiting in a bank waiting for an interview with the manager. Also waiting was a young mother with two small twin sons. She was … Read more

The third landing

When I tell people I was brought up in Paris, many have a mistaken idea of a very romantic upbringing! Naturally, the truth was very different. I grew up in … Read more

Under their clothes

As a confirmed smacking mum, one aspect of family discipline which always use to amuse me somewhat was the fact that if the children had been spanked, only Mum knew … Read more

Their first time: Denise

A child’s first spanking is a memorable occasion not only for the recipient, but also the parent administering it. Some time ago, Maman spoke to three mothers about their experiences … Read more

The knickers inspection

I went to a private girls school during the late 1950s/early 60s in the south of England. It was a very well thought-of establishment and the teachers were demanding about … Read more

The Smacking Chair

When I was in my early 30s, myself and a friend opened our own nursery in New Zealand, looking after children from babies to pre-schoolers. It was a job I … Read more

The cry room

When I was growing up in the 1980s, our local church was a busy hive of both older folk and young families. Among the facilities at the church was the … Read more

Nailed-on guilt

One day, when I was about six years old, I went round to play at my friend Sabrina’s house. We were close as sisters and always around each other’s homes. … Read more

Pants down, legs up

As a mum raising two daughters during the 1980s, I was certainly no stranger to smacking bottoms when it was needed. I demanded – and mostly got – high standards … Read more

An object lesson

By the time I was 14, I was living with my mom in a relatively poor suburb of Philadelphia. Our apartment block was fairly typical of the area – each … Read more

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