I am a Chilean girl and came across this blog by chance. I’m writing to you because Eddie’s story A birthday to remember touched my heart and reminded me of my own childhood. I grew up in the 1990s, when corporal punishment was very common among my classmates and the other kids of my generation, unlike now. […]

My parents were strict – especially my mother. When I misbehaved she would frequently beat me on the bare bottom with her hairbrush, which hurt a great deal. Mom had no qualms about baring my bottom and spanking me in front of the rest of the family, including my older sister Rebeca. She always enjoyed […]

Reading other stories here at Maman has encouraged me to write about the only memory I have of a childhood spanking. My overall memories are of a happy childhood, but one particular day stands out, and marked the beginning of my sexual awakening. In the grand scheme of things, this is simply a case of […]

After reading about school punishments in some recent postings it is time for me to come out of the woodwork and report my own experience from high school. I was great friends with a neighbour’s daughter and we did everything together almost like sisters would. Unfortunately, that meant we got into trouble too! In our freshman […]

As I write, I have in front of me the parenting handbook that my parents’ church gave out in 1987. I won’t scan it and share it with you in whole for several reasons (not least an unwillingness to perpetuate their abusive tactics), but there are some segments I will copy out for you directly. […]

My brother, who is just a year older than me, recently reminded me of the day we both received a sound spanking from our mum. Actually, he didn’t need to remind me – I’m not likely to forget that day, ever. We both still have a good relationship with our mum, she was and still […]

When I was growing up, spankings were used by my parents as the primary method of discipline.  Most of the time, my mother would take us into her room, sit on her dressing table bench, pull our pants down or lift our skirts up, then spank us with her hand up to the age of […]

When I was eight years old, I spent part of the long school summer holiday with my maternal grandparents. I loved spending time with them – but I also knew that, being part of a devout Christian family, they had my parents permission to spank me if i misbehaved It was a lovely summer, with […]

A good reason to spank In the latter years of the 20th century, spanking as a means of disciplining children was out of favour, including in my own home, and I knew only a couple of boys in our neighbourhood who were still sometimes paddled. But one day, when I was seven years old, I did […]

Twenty-five years ago, I made a decision that shocked my parents, relatives and friends. It was a decision that has had long-reaching – and, in my view, mostly positive – consequences for myself and my family. I made the choice to be a spanking dad. I was never spanked as a boy – I grew […]