My parents were firm believers in spanking. I recall hearing my mother tell an expecting younger woman that she was a ‘red bottom mother’. I know that she in turn had received serious spanking from her parents, and she was always quick to give out everything from spur-of-the-moment spanks over our bottomd to serious bottom […]

  I came from a mixed family background – my mother is African and my father, who I never knew, is English. Before my mother got ill and I was taken into foster care, life was OK for a working class mother. But the care system was racist, and my first foster family – although […]

Many years ago now, I spent a year working in a school office as an assistant secretary. One of the duties of that job was to be a witness for corporal punishment given to students who were in grades 8 to 12. There had to be one male and one female witness present for all students who were […]

  My great-grandmother used to watch me one afternoon a week at her house after my half-day of kindergarten was over – this was in the early 1970s. I used to enjoy going over, especially as sometimes my two cousins would be there and we’d play while my grandmother and aunt chatted. My two cousins […]

  I thought you might like to hear about the origins of my own particular spanking interest which has been fuelled by experiences on all sides of the equation. It began, I suppose as it did with so many children, at home. Growing up, when I was naughty I would be spanked with Father’s slipper. […]

  I’m sure most of us have been embarrassed by our mothers at one time or another, and my own mother caused me much embarrassment at a family celebration fairly recently. There was, however, a happy ending. Our family was enjoying a day in the in-laws garden, celebrating a wedding anniversary. There was a little […]

  My contribution revolves around two very special days . My story also revolves around two, fun -loving, modern mothers – my own mother being one, the other being the mother of my friend Adam. Our two mothers remain great friends. Adam and I are still friends but he has moved on to further education […]

I’m 60 now, so what I am about to write happened a long while ago, but the memory is as strong today as it ever was. I grew up through the 1960s, went to school from 1967 and left in the mid 70s. Smacked bottoms and/or legs were common at school. Some teachers were a bit […]

  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 younger. So while Peter and I were very close growing up, we were somewhat distant from Patricia and Jane. One of my […]

My name is Ben.  I was born in 1971 and spent a lot of my younger days in the foster care system until I was finally adopted by a wonderful family.  I felt very lucky to have been adopted at an older age like I was. If my memory is correct, I was in three […]