I remember being at church one Sunday when I was five or six. My mother was a volunteer in one of the children’s activity rooms that day. While she was helping another child with a project, I was working on mine, when I needed some help. “Mommy, will you help me?” “I’m helping Tommy right […]
I grew up in the 60s on the south coast of Norway, a part of the country which is sometimes called the Bible Belt. My mother was in charge of discipline in our family and she was in favour of corporal punishment. However, she didn’t use it very often – only when I really deserved […]
When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet peeve of my mother – if she heard a bad word come out of any of her children, the culprit was in for an old-fashioned mouth washing. These were a threat until I moved out of […]
I remember many spankings while I was growing up. Mother always carried them out. I had to bend over and the slipper would whack down across my bottom. The spanking I remember the most was when my friend James was sleeping over at my house. His mother always told my parents that she should not […]
I grew up in the 1980s and discipline was very simple. If I misbehaved, I would find myself across my mum’s knee, my skirt up and my knickers down for a well smacked bottom. The most embarrassing incident happened at the school gates when I was 10 and my mum smacked my bare bottom for […]
Approaching my second year at university, I was really stuck as to accommodation. A planned house share had fallen through, many of the other options were too far away from the campus (I was a music student and needed to practice regularly) and there was no space left in the halls of residence. Finally, I […]
I was the off springof well-to-do parents living in a small Canadian city. They were well respected, prominent citizens and I was pretty much what you could describe as a spoiled brat. I continually stayed out late, drank beer, smoked and raised hell throughout the neighbourhood.The crowd I was running around with was pretty rough […]
I would like to relate how we were spanked in my family back in my formative years. The punishment routine was the same from the time we were young until we left the . The rules of the house were clearly laid out for my two brothers and other sister. Chores had to be done, […]
When I was in third grade, my family started attending a semi-fundamentalist protestant church. I guess my mother was maybe feeling overwhelmed or something, because she was somehow convinced by this church that she needed to start using discipline on her offspring, and taking the old saying literally, decided she needed a ‘rod’. For this […]
In my house, in the 1970s, a spanking was a pretty common occurrence. My mother stayed at home to raise her two sons and she never hesitated to reinforce the rules with a good old-fashioned bottom smacking. I wouldn’t say her methods were terribly extreme but she definitely made her point very, very clear. A spanking was […]