When I was in my late teens, I traveled to Jamaica with my mother and younger sister to visit my aunt, who worked in the tourist industry on the island. We kids had a wonderful time down there – but one day we got into big trouble with my aunt’s son, who was about to head […]
Mothers 1
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 […]
Willow’s bare bottom – and mine
In 1941, I was almost 12 and in a day school for boys in Oxford. I had no siblings, and my father had been killed in the war in late 1939. Lots of others who lived nearby had also lost their fathers, and many more men were away fighting. Everything in Oxford, though, was much more peaceful than elsewhere in England, […]
Volunteer for a spanking
I was quite mature – well, 12 years old – when I got my first ever spanking. One Saturday, I was playing baseball with five of my friends – Paul, Jacob, Duke, Jerry and Alan – in a large, empty lot next to Paul’s house. We were all in Little League, and needed some practice […]
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 […]