I wasn’t spanked much when I was a kid, and my sisters even less. I always deserved it when it happened. My mother was the disciplinarian in our house, and the punishments were businesslike. She always took me to some private place, usually my bedroom, and made sure I understood why the spanking was necessary. […]

When I was growing up in the 1980s, corporal punishment was generally out of favour – but not in our house. If my sister and I acted up or broke the rules, we knew we’d have our bare bottoms warmed by Mom’s Jokari paddle. It didn’t happen often – we were good children, and I […]

Like many of my friends growing up in the early 1970s, I was spanked for misbehaviour. It wasn’t a big deal. Mom would give me a few swats on the seat for minor infractions like talking back, and put me over her knee with my jeans or shorts down if the offence was more serious. […]

I have had a ‘thing’ about spanking ever since a pretty female teacher smacked my bottom in my early years at secondary school. Of course, things were very different then, with the cane from the headmaster being a very real threat for naughty boys and girls alike. Nevertheless, I was shocked at being treated like […]

At the school I attended, there was a theoretical possibility of being spanked, but such punishments were rare. Even when given, they were mostly symbolic. However, the few cases in which I saw children being spanked are etched in my memory to this day. One of these incidents occurred in fifth grade, when I was […]

I grew up in Motherwell, central Scotland, in an era (60s/70s) where the belt was still used in schools as a punishment for misbehaving children. Up to six strokes could be given on the palm of one’s hand. However, I was a well-behaved girl and had never received the belt, or indeed any other school punishment. Nevertheless, I was spanked […]

I think we’ve all done things wrong as children (and maybe adults too) that we’re really ashamed of, even if they happened a very long time ago, like this story of mine. Even now, I’m deeply ashamed to confess that when I was 13, I got in with a bad lot of girls at my […]

When I was about 16, myself and three of my friends (another girl and two boys) snuck away from school and went to the local drive-in for lunch. We thought we had everything worked out on how to do it, and we got back to school with a couple of minutes to spare. But when we […]

I was an only child in a middle class family. My parents weren’t particularly strict, but believed in a firm set of principles of behaviour. I didn’t have any trouble with this, being generally in agreement and, I think, reasonably well behaved. But if I did transgress, and do something contrary to their wishes (and […]

This memory comes from the early 1960s, when I was 11 years old. Because my father had died early, when I was just eight, my mother was forced to go out to work to keep hearth and home together. Fortunately, we lived next door to a very nice family whom often looked after me, particularly […]