A caning in service

I suspect my story is very different from the majority of spanking memories you receive, primarily because although I was still technically a child when it happened, I had left school and this incident happened in the environment of the workplace. I should begin by saying that I had a very happy upbringing and had […]

Attracting a spanking

When I was 14, my best friend was Jordan, who was a year younger than me. He himself had two younger brothers, 11 and nine at the time of this story. One day, I was over at Jordan’s house after school, with his brothers, playing video games. After a little while, their Mom arrived back […]

The blood debt

I grew in the Bible Belt in the 70s and 80s, and back then spanking was simply a part of everyday life. It was the whole ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ ethos. If you acted up, misbehaved or did anything to paint your family in a bad light, you could be assured that […]

Smackings in care

For me, growing up was a bit all over the place as an experience, with care homes and foster homes aplenty. My mum and dad weren’t bad parents – just very poor, and they couldn’t always afford to keep my sisters and I. The times when we were at home were filled with love and […]

A dare backfires

In my previous story, I told you you about witnessing spankings from a very strict teacher in school, and how I persuaded my own mother to smack my bottom, albeit in generally a ‘fun’ manner. As I mentioned, these smackings from Mum came to an end at around 14, perhaps because she thought I was too […]

The missing underpants

My mother sadly died when I was only 10 years old – but within less than a year, my father found a new lady friend and she wound up moving in with us. She quickly became part of our lives, and that included doing ‘motherly’ things such as cooking and cleaning – and child discipline. […]

Getting to the bottom of it

I am blessed with a fraternal twin, although I didn’t always see my dear brother John as a blessing! Indeed, until I was about seven years old, I thought I was cursed! I was always a calm, quiet girl whilst John was a hyperactive, attention-seeking maniac. He would run around the house, imitating a motor […]