I was born in 1956 in Staffordshire, the third of four children. My older sisters, Patricia and Jane, are eight and 11 years older than me, while my younger brother Peter is only 11 months younger. So while Peter and I were very close growing up, we were somewhat distant from Patricia and Jane. One […]
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Life with the Turners
My name is Ben. I was born in 1971 and spent a lot of my childhood in the foster care system until I was finally adopted at the age of 11 by a wonderful family. I felt very lucky to have been adopted at an older age like I was. If my memory is correct, […]
And mother makes two…
Like most of your readers, I am fascinated by spanking. My first proper girlfriend (we were 16 and 17 at the time, respectively) still got the occasional spanking from her father despite her advanced age. One night, we had been out at a gig and got back to her house very late. A friend of […]
A spanking from my sister
I was born in 1970 and grew up in Bolton, in the north west of the UK. We were a family of four – myself, Mum and Dad, and my elder sister, Sarah. Back then, corporal punishment was quite normal, of course. My primary school had the slipper, though only for boys. By the time […]
Brought up short
I have only given one punishment spanking in my life – because that isolated incident made me realise I was into giving spankings, and it never felt right to do it to a child again. At the time I was 20 years old, and my older brother had a young son. He’s all grown up […]
Together in trouble
I discovered this website by accident, and have read many of the stories, so I thought I would tell you all about my worst childhood memory. Frankly, it was a day I would prefer to forget but never will – and it was a day that I received a double spanking. It all took place during and after a visit […]
In the care of Mr Smith
I had a best friend in elementary school called Kerry Smith. She was an only child, her parents were older than mine and they lived in a beautiful house in a more affluent neighbourhood. I was one of five siblings and my parents could be described as somewhat abusive. My parents would hit us when […]
Over Peggy’s knee
One of my most memorable spankings was from a young babysitter called Peggy Parker, who warmed not only my own bottom but that of my younger brother Mark. At the time of this incident, Peggy was 15 and a high school sophomore in the 10th Grade. She was a pretty brunette with medium length hair. […]
Not so sweet
The recent story about ’Mrs Sweets’ reminded me of another lady sweet shop owner in the next town over when I was little. The shop, the town’s cinema and a little milkshake bar were all in the same big, airy building, but I think they were all owned separately and just joined together to save on rent. […]
A serious dose of the cane
When I was about 16, my aunt moved back to the United States with her two boys, who were 14 and 17 at the time. My aunt had worked for many years in South Africa, and had raised the boys by caning them when they misbehaved. She didn’t have to cane them often but when […]