In 1987, I was given the exciting news that our family was to travel to Colorado. I automatically thought this meant a trip to Disneyland. I had no idea, at that time or age, of the distances involved, and when I found out Disneyland was too far away for us to fit in a visit, I […]

Even though the spanking of youngsters was falling out of favour during the 1980s, that is how my brother Troy and I were raised. Our Mother was spanked in the 1950s (Father was not) and it was logical that she became our disciplinarian. She did not work outside the home, and was on the spot […]

I have a younger brother – there are just 13 months between us, so Mother and Father didn’t exactly waste time after they had me! With regards to spanking, I copped the odd smack or three to the backs of my legs a few times. I was never properly spanked at home, although Mother did threaten me […]

I grew up in rural, south east Texas. My parents spanked me when I needed it, but nothing very severe, unlike many of the experiences related here.My best friend, David, lived across the cow pasture from us. I was still 11 when his 12th birthday rolled around and went to his house for cake and […]

During the holidays, I always went to my aunt’s house in the country. Aunt Pat was a strange lady, nothing like my Mother (her sister). She was a widow, very religious and (perhaps surprisingly) a naturist. She worked from home, doing the books for local companies. She had one daughter, Carol, who was the same age as me. […]

I discovered my spanking interest at an early age. It was the middle of the 70s and I was six years old. My best friend from school was Nigel and he had a younger sister Jenny – there was barely a year between them. Nigel and I would invariably have to include Jenny in our […]

  My last whacking from Mother was memorable for all the wrong reasons – especially as I was no longer a schoolboy but had started my first job in an office. Mother and Father bought me an old BSA Bantam 125 motorbike to make my commute easier. I was so proud of it and back […]

I wonder how many of your correspondents have experienced real, thorough discipline that has lead to real change? Back when I went into foster care and met Auntie Bethie and Uncle Sebastian. The first time Auntie Bethie disciplined me was for stealing a keyring. We were on my first ever family holiday and I saw […]

  My memories of spanking are not happy ones – but not because of corporal punishment, rather the lack of it. My parents didn’t smack and until I started I assumed every child’s home life was the same. I soon made friends with a boy called David, and when we played at his house the […]

If anyone should ever ask me what my earliest memory is, I simply recall receiving a basic train set one Christmas – I would have been five years old. But the truth is, I have a vivid, earlier memory – something I cannot unsee, speak about or ever forget. One night, when I must have […]