I was born in the 70s and raised in the 80s – a time in the American midwest when corporal punishment was still common in schools and parents were all but expected to spank their children when and how they saw fit. My own mom was no exception to the rule and used whatever was […]

Growing up in the 80s in Scotland, it was still quite common to get spanked when naughty and my own mum was a firm believer in a well smacked bottom. Being Scottish, my mum never used the word ‘spanking’. Naughty children were always smacked, skelped, leathered or thrashed. The following episode happened at the end […]

I love your site, and as a contribution I thought I’d share my own experiences growing up in the Chicago area in the 1970s and early 1980s. My first spanking is lost to the fog of time, but I clearly remember lying over my mother’s lap to be spanked, and while not frequent it was […]

My mother was a teenager when I was born and for some personal reasons, I ended up living with my dad and my grandparents. When I was two, my daddy started dating my bio mom’s twin sister. Look, we’re from small town North Carolina, we’re rednecks born and raised, I won’t lie. She looks like […]

The following story has been submitted by a published author of two spanking novels, with a third on the way. The story he tells below describes the incident which first engendered in him a lifelong love of spanking. Siblings Peter and Janet – aged 13 and 14 respectively – traipsed along the dusty country lane, […]

I come from a family of four children. I have a sister who is three years older than me, a sister who is three years younger and a twin brother who is about three minutes older! All four of us were subject to my mother’s wrath growing up, which almost always expressed itself as a […]

For me, as a child, in many ways the worst part of corporal punishment was not the spanking itself – it was the waiting, particularly when other children were being disciplined at the same time. It was pure agony to wait and watch another spanking in progress, knowing that your own turn was coming up […]

I was around seven years old and I had been bored all day. My mom asked if I wanted to go to the store. I told her ‘yeah’ and we hopped in the car. There was a long stretch of country between our house and the store we were going to, and it would be […]

At the end of our road where I grew up was a large abandoned factory complex. All the kids from the area played there. Of course, we were not supposed to be in there – but we went in anyway. In any case, there were no windows left to be broken – I would estimate hundreds […]

I grew up in rural, south east Texas. My parents spanked me when I needed it, but nothing very severe, unlike many of the experiences related here. My best friend, David, lived across the cow pasture from us.  I was still 11 when his 12th birthday rolled around and went to his house for cake and […]