Growing up, I was certainly smacked but never beaten. To be fair, 99% of these punishments were fully justified – I was a little rascal at times! Mother did most (if not all) of the smacking but looking back, it was all a bit half hearted. However, one particular occasion springs to mind where Mother […]
My sister and I were routinely spanked by my mother. She would over her knee and go to work with a hairbrush until we couldn’t cry anymore. We would plead, cry, squirm, wiggle and eventually just go limp as the incredible sting in our bottoms overwhelmed us. Afterwards, we were made to stand against the wall for […]
I am a UK grandmother and admit to enjoying reading about spankings that have been given as a shared event, for example with mum, auntie, friend or neighbour being present. This incident happened back in the 1970s, when my daughter Ann and her best friend Jennifer (the daughter of a neighbour only two doors away) […]
I am a man with a pronounced fetish for women’s feet, whether bare, in sandals or even in open toe pumps. I really do believe – and, of course, it’s only my opinion – that this fetish grew out of my experiences of being held over women’s laps and spanked. I must say that I […]
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 […]
This story is about an unhappy little boy who was made to feel very special by a kind, warm and beautiful young woman At that very moment when I felt I needed her the most, Mother gave birth to my sister. For five years I had been the ‘star of the show’ but I quickly became […]
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 […]
For me, growing up was a bit all over the place as an experience, with care homes and foster homes aplenty. My mother and Father 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 […]
Still seeking the lovely intimacy of time over an attractive woman’s knee, I targeted Mrs Hughes, the mother of one of my friends. Whenever I was round at his house, Mrs Hughes would often threaten both of us with a smack, and I guessed that with only a little encouragement I could get her to […]
My mother sadly died when I was only in my formative years – 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 […]