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 attention-seeking. That day I was acting up from the word go and I kept on and on giving my brother hell, as well as his friend and most of […]
back to the mid 1950s, I witnessed the following spanking incident. I experienced a life-changing event which I have never forgotten. My parents had been babysitting the daughter of some very close friends over a period of several years. The girl, named Cheryl, was four years younger than myself. We had known each other and […]
One episode clearly sticks in my mind when I was eight years old. I had gone into a neighbour’s garden and pulled up some flowers, and she, quite rightly, dragged me home and complained to my father, who happened to answer the door. I was summarily taken upstairs and had my bare bottom thoroughly smacked […]
During the war in the 1940s I was evacuated to stay with my Aunt Jennifer in the North of England I want to tell you about how once my Aunt Jennifer administered servere discipline with a Leather Strap It was a warm summer day, my aunt had to go out for a while and we […]
My Mother and Father were reasonable people who believed in their off spring being raised in the proper manner. We were well loved and they gave us everything that they could afford, but at the same time they showed us who was in charge. I vividly recall one instance when I was in these formative […]
My most memorable and embarrassing spanking was when I was 11. My mom and step dad were going out to dinner at some fancy restaurant and I was left with my 19-year-old stepsister Karen. At the time, I had started wetting my bed again and my mom had recently put me back in diapers at […]
My first interest in spanking started some 14 years ago now. I was 14 at the time, while my cousin Danielle was 15. My family is fairly large and we range some 15 years between the oldest and youngest. We also all live very close – at the time, both of us lived with our […]
Growing up in the 1960s, I was frequently over my mom’s lap getting the hairbrush on my bare bottom. When I was 12, I got in the habit of fooling around in school and not doing my work. The teacher sent a note home for my mom to sign but I was a good artist […]
When I was in second grade, I attended a school that allowed the students to be paddled. It was always done at the Principal’s office and never in public. I was always a good girl by school standards and never got the paddle. However, my mother was the art teacher at the school and she […]
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 her wooden spoon – Mr Smack, as she called it – was more suitable. Whenever I was in deep enough trouble ,she would always tell me to ‘get Mr […]