Smacked at last

When I was 11 years old I moved to a new school. My new teacher was called Miss Cawthorne. She was a tall, well-dressed lady … more

Wetting my pants

My story begins in elementary school in the north east of the US. My parents weren’t much for handing out punishme… more

Matrons remembered

The following is an exchange between two contributors to the long-defunct Maman mailing list, regarding that formidamore

Set straight

All of my school life, I was an enthusiastic and bright student. I loved and respected my teachers, and felt respected an… more

Lesson learned

I grew up in the southeastern United States in the 60s and 70s. My math-science teacher in seventh grade was a young and at… more

Spanked for skipping

In seventh grade, my friend Kelly and I had PE together. Neither of us was the atheletic type, so it was somewhat torture t… more

Not so cool

Spankings were a part of my upbringing from my first memories as a little girl until I graduated from high school. Both at … more

A mother remembers

My name is Jennifer and I’m 42 years old. I have two grown-up daughters (20 and 22 at the time of writing) and two grown-up s… more

The cowhide

In the late 1950s until the early 1960s, we lived in Uganda. We were not wealthy people and so while we lived in Scotland, w… more

Picking a spanking

One episode clearly sticks in my mind when I was eight years old. I had gone into a neighbour’s garden and pulled up … more

On the bare bottom

In a previous contribution to Maman, questions were raised as to whether mothers spank their children on the bare botto… more

Indelible memory

I can remember, when I was about 10 or 11, having two or possibly three spankings in one week.

I think the first was at the we… more

Worse than a spanking

When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet peeve of my mother – if sh… more

Losing track of time

I am a mother who raised children in the 1970s and firmly believed in the use of a spanking to set young minds straight. I th… more

On the beach

I have few memories of being five, but this particular day at the beach is recalled in part in vivid detail.

Being a city bo… more

The medicine

Growing up in rural Carolina in the 1970s meant a taste of ‘paddle medicine’ from the teacher for misbehav… more

Old Lady Kellar

My most memorable spanking was when I was 13. I lived alone with my mother and she would never dare to do it to me.

One aftern… more

Punished by my sister

My sister and I are now in our early 30s. We grew up during a time when corporal punishment was still an approved form of dis… more

Mrs Kent

When I was between 8 and 10 years old, I had a babysitter called Mrs Kent. She sat many children in my neighbourhood – worki… more

Erica the babysitter

When I was about nine or 10, my parents left for a night and got us a babysitter named Erica. She seemed to think that anythi… more

Being rude to mother

When I was about 12, I remember my brother had his friend round for the day. I always hated this because I was always one for … more

Roadside spanking

Did anyone else ever go on a road trip with their parents, and do something that made their mother or father so annoyed tha… more

Mommy’s helper

I remember being at church one Sunday when I was five or six. My mother was a volunteer in one of the children’s acti… more

At the supermarket

I grew up in the usual middle-class suburban family. I had two siblings.

My father very rarely spanked us, and when he did … more

Water and hairbrush

My brother, who was two years older, and I got spanked once in a water-related escapade.

We had come home from school and w… more

Susan’s belt

I grew up from grade school to high school with my good friend Marty. Marty was the class clown at school, but at home his mo… more

Strapped for fighting

In September, I started grade one at Alexandra School. I had a big crush on my teacher, Miss Thompson, and I worked hard to … more

Mr Smack

When I was five, my mother decided that I was now too old for being put in the corner. She decided that a good swatting with h… more

The broken mirror

In the winter of 1975, I was a little girl of seven years old and my grandfather on my mom’s side had just passed away… more

Up on the roof

My parents were the greatest. They treated my sisters and I with love and tenderness. We had a wonderful life and all have … more

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