My brother Steve was 11 and I was nine when we got our first spankings in our grandparents’ bedroom, at their small, pink cinder-block-on-stucco house in Tarpon Springs, Florida. This was on the first day of summer vacation in 1974. Mom’s instrument of choice was a three-eighths inch dowel rod, cut to a length of […]

As a young boy, I was raised by my widowed mother, the result of the untimely death of my father. Mom did not spoil me in the least and often spanked me, but always on the seat of my pants. My mom was a registered nurse and when she had to work an occasional night […]

I have some fond memories of being spanked during my childhood in the 80s. I was generally a good kid and got along with my parents but there were occasions when I misbehaved enough to be given a spanking. My Mother always gave me the spankings, up to the age of about 13, and they […]

When I was a little girl, my mother took me to the doctors for my annual check-up. At the end of the check-up the doctor gave me some samples of children’s vitamins. When I got home, I began to eat them as if they were candy. My mother got very upset and called the doctor […]

I was spanked throughout my young life by my mother. I grew up just at the time when most parents still spanked their kids, but more and more were leaning towards some other form of punishment. Although I must say that I never enjoyed any spanking from my mother, I had always been fascinated by […]

I grew up in the early 50s when spankings were to be expected in the process of raising children. I lived with my mother and father and two older brothers, Andrew and Joshua, and younger sister Jennifer. At the time of this story I was about eight years old, Andrew was about nine, Josh 11 […]

I was in the seventh grade at the time, Mrs Williams’ pre-algebra class. I was usually a good student but when I wasn’t, there was always Marisela, my best friend. She sat next to me and didn’t mind showing the answers if I didn’t know them. We didn’t think of it as cheating – didn’t […]

I grew up in the 70s, in a surprisingly conservative and ‘Cleaver-like’ home for the times. There were five of us – all girls. My dad was in the military and away much of the time, and my mother a young housewife. Despite the ever-growing progressive parenting methods, both of my parents were staunch believers […]

I am the son of a mother who believed whole heartedly in smacking naughty children’s bottoms. Although painful, I am glad that she punished me in this way as it acted as a superb deterrent and made sure my behaviour was moderated. I first received spankings when I reached the age of four. At this […]

I was the youngest of five children who grew up in a loving but strict Catholic household in Ireland. Like most Catholics, my parents were firm believers in the value of corporal punishment. My mother was usually responsible for our discipline, which usually meant a well-smacked bottom from the maternal hand. Sometimes an old leather […]