Even after a number of years, I still feel embarrassed at this memory, but at least I am in good company here on these pages. It was the day I was caught not red-handed, but red-faced. It was the day my mum came into my bedroom unexpectedly and found me standing in the corner, in self-exile, […]

Back when I was 11 years old, I spent some time on holiday with my uncle and aunt in London. During my stay, I was taken to church on Sunday mornings. This particular morning there was another young family sitting in the pew in front of us, with a daughter roughly the same age as […]

When I turned eight years old, my mother decided that the hairbrush she paddled my bottom with needed to be replaced with an implement that would cause my bottom to hurt more. My father was a carpenter, so she asked him to make her a paddle with an 8in handle, a spanking part that was […]

A friend recommended this site to me, and the stories posted here brought back vivid memories of my well-spanked childhood. I decided to share my experiences, and my friend offered to post them for me. Even though the spanking of children was falling out of favour during the 1980s, that is how my brother Troy and I were raised. Our mom 0was spanked in […]

I grew up in the Bible Belt, and almost every child got spanked.  There was great variety in how these spankings were given, from swats with the hand to a switching or paddling. However in the 1980s,  when I was about nine, there was a story in the local newspaper about a father being taken to […]

When I was growing up, it was almost always my dad who was the one to spank us when we misbehaved. He would take down our pants then pull down our underwear. Then he would spank our bare butts with his hand around 25 or so times, and we would have a very red and […]

Although my mother was certainly not above smacking me when I was a naughty little girl, unlike most children I generally didn’t get the punishment on my bottom. Instead, I got my legs slapped. Now, it’s true that some kids also got this treatment from their parents back in the day but it was usually […]

I was born in Columbia (but moved to Spain with my family when I was 14) – this story comes from 1977, when I was just eight years old. On this particular day my mother was going out shopping, but before she did, she told me: “Manuel, while I’m out I want you to tidy […]

In 1987, I was given the exciting news that our family was to travel to Colorado. As a 12-year-old boy I automatically thought this meant a trip to Disneyland. I had no idea, at that time or age, of the distances involved, and when I found out Disneyland was too far away for us to […]

My parents were diplomats from Spain who would take me all around Europe throughout my childhood before finally moving back to Spain when I was 12. I spent the first years of my life in Paris, and I remember once attending a diplomats’ party. There was a cute girl at the other side of a […]