Peeping

When I was 14, a couple of us boys found that by climbing up on the school’s dumpster, we could see into the girls… more

A changed boy

I grew up in the late 50s and 60s, and spanking in our household was no stranger. Although they were not used frequently, w… more

Balcony scene

Having grown up in the South, my brothers, sisters and I were raised by going to church religiously every Sunday with my m… more

Asking Patricia

When I was a young boy of 11, my parents and younger brother went on a business trip to a city some 500 miles from our home. Be… more

Grim reality

For as long as I can remember, I have been a confirmed spanko – but growing up as a little girl, that didn’t mean I actually w… more

Bee stings

When I was 14 years old or so, I was at a picnic and was stung on the arm by a few yellowjackets. I developed a noticeable reac… more

Miss Rogers

I was at a north London primary school in the late 50s. The headmaster was a sadistic Welshman called Williams and I felt t… more

In the corner

Our corner times varied in length quite a bit, I think. It always seemed long, but I think it was about ten to 15 minutes usu… more

Ruler repeat

“Maggie, come here right now!” I heard my mom shouting. I knew what she wanted me for. It was the phone call f… more

Mother’s belt

I grew up in a small Texas town (8,000 people back then). My mother was a schoolteacher, my dad worked for the government a… more

My slappings

I can remember my mother spanking me frequently and painfully from my earliest days until I was 14 or 15. What I can never b… more

Johnny’s mom

I was 11 years old and spending a couple of days at my friend Johnny’s house while my parents were out of town.

By the … more

Aunt Agatha

In my adulthood, having achieved a certain measure of success in my career on the East Coast, I fondly look back to my chil… more

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