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 […]
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Uncle William’s belt
When I was 16, I went to my Uncle William’s house to visit for a couple of weeks. He and Aunt Harriet were special to me – I had never stayed there that long, and was looking forward to my visit. Once there, I got to know the neighbours’ kids and we had a great […]
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 naughty little goat
This story is about an unhappy little boy who was made to feel very special by a kind, warm and beautiful young woman. I have changed her name. At five years old, and maybe at that very moment when I felt I needed her the most, Mum gave birth to my sister. For five years I […]
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 […]
Waiting for the cane
I was about 16 years old when I stayed at my aunt’s house for a month during the summer. My parents had to travel to South America on business so my aunt, who had a son and daughter of her own, was gracious enough to take care of me. My own parents were strict with me […]