A loving mother

My best friend when I was a child was a girl called Naomi, and when we were both nine years old, I was invited one evening to her house to go for a sleepover. Naomi’s mum was lovely, very hands-on and cuddly with us and giving us plenty of attention. Finally, we were sent outside […]

Some research into CP

Maman has received the following from a contributor named Uma, supposedly the results of a research project into the use of corporal punishment on children in India. We present it unedited and without comment regarding reliability or veracity. Role of Corporal Punishment at Home for School-going Kids in India For my Bachelor of Education project […]

Cold, warm and hot

I remember one particular occasion when my sister Cristina really got her bottom warmed well by our mother. She was nine years old at the time. We had just experienced the first snowfall of that winter and we begged to be allowed to go out and play in it, which mother agreed to. Predictably, for […]

A dose of the spoon

As with many of your contributors, I too have had a life-long fascination with spanking. My earliest memories are from five years of age. My parents did not themselves use spanking as a punishment, although there were some idle threats over the years. Nevertheless, I always sought out the words, images and experiences of others […]

House group memories, part I

During the mid-1980s I was a member of an evangelical house church in the north of the UK. The church had very conservative values, including on the subject of bringing up children. The church emphasised the teachings of the book of Proverbs, including the use of spanking in disciplining youngsters. Corporal punishment was thus quite […]

A lesson learned

Hello again. My wife Sara has insisted that since I shared one of her stories with you in an earlier post, I should balance it with sharing one of my own. So here goes… I went to a Catholic school in Ireland in the sixties and early 70s. These were mostly run by the Christian Brothers – […]

Wondering

I got my most remembered spanking at the end of my first day in second grade. When mommy drove up in the van to pick me up after school, I could tell from her red face that she was upset. Instead of her usual: “Hi Sweetie, how was your day?”, I got a curt: “Get […]