Mum’s hard smackings

I was smacked quite regularly when a child. I can’t remember how old I was when I started getting spanked, but I don’t think the spankings lasted much beyond my second year at senior school – that would be age 12 or 13 in the UK. I was often rude or disobedient, so I earned a […]

The present

Unfortunately for me, my parents were not opposed to baring naughty bottoms, should the behaviour warrant it. They believed in smacking them until they were so sore that the culprit could not sit down comfortably for quite some time. Sometimes this was done in private and sometimes in front of others – but nearly always, […]

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. Mother inherited an antique mirror that she had adored since she was a little girl. This mirror was a very old one. She placed it in the hallway and warned […]

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 you barely felt it. My mother, on the other hand, was quite a different proposition – I remember one time in particular. I was seven, and had to go grocery shopping. I […]

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 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 […]

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 think that it did my two daughters well when I was raising them as a single mother, and I believe that there would be a good deal less juvenile crime […]