I got the first smacked bum I really remember in 1994. I was four years old and a cheeky little chappie; big smiles and lots of energy. I was Mum’s last child and came seven years after my next sibling – a bit of a surprise. I had a different dad as well. Mum found […]

Here is a memory of mine from when I eight years old – I was reminded about this story the other day when visiting some friends, and their three-year-old had a hard time listening to what her mom told her. As you know from my previous stories, I was raised in a devout Christian home. […]

I grew up in a small, very conservative town in Cumbria, England in the 1980s, and most of the children living there got very regular spankings. In my own house, spankings were almost a daily event, and my parents had three varieties of this kind of discipline. The first I guess we could label the […]

This is the story of a wonderful party my parents threw one Christmas 20 years ago. I would have just turned 10 years old at the time. Mum and Dad had invited loads of family and friends, with a clear instruction – it was Christmas clothing or dress up smart, preferably both! Everyone arrived dressed […]

Growing up in Missouri, I got spanked pretty much every day – but then, so did all the other children around me. Mostly, the spanking would be of the most informal kind – I often got a swat on the seat of my jeans for sassing a grown-up or simply being in the wrong place […]

My father James was raised in a Christian orphanage in the 1930s and 1940s. He was evacuated during the Second World War alongside all the other children, and so lived both in Southampton (before and after the war) and near to Llandudno (during the conflict). The orphanage was, as one would expect from that era, […]

Like most of your readers, I am fascinated by spanking. My first proper girlfriend (we were 16 and 17 at the time, respectively) still got the occasional spanking from her father despite her advanced age. One night, we had been out at a gig and got back to her house very late. A friend of […]

Nowadays, the arrival of school report cards is much less of an occasion than in the past. I know from experience with my own family that parents today have so many ways to get regular information from schools, such as emails, texts and school intranets. That means there generally aren’t too many surprises by the […]

In the summer of 1978, at the age of 11, I spent what should have been my school holiday at a ‘boot camp’ for wayward girls. I’d been spanked before, of course – what child in 1970s Merseyside wasn’t? – but generally it was a few smacks on the seat of my knickers that left […]

I was never switched when growing up – but I certainly knew kids who were. One, a girl named Rebecca – Becky for short – had parents who whipped her with a hickory switch. One day, I was out playing with some of the other neighbourhood kids when all of a sudden a car pulled […]