I have a younger brother – there are just 13 months between us, so Mum and Dad 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 at 13 going on […]

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

I wonder how many of your correspondents have experienced real, thorough discipline that has lead to real change? I was 11 when I went into foster care and met Auntie Bethie and Uncle Sebastian. The first time Uncle Sebastian disciplined me was for stealing a keyring. We were on my first ever family holiday and […]

My childhood 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 […]

Prologue 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 […]

Before I was born, my mum and dad were involved in amateur theatre – in fact, its how they met. I wasn’t smacked for punishment at home, and the cane, or any form of physical punishment was no longer used at school. So I grew up without that threat hanging over me. I wasn’t fussed about it, […]

Every summer, our family would gather at one of my aunt’s houses for a weekend of fun and play. Our grandmother would always be present and she was a wonderful cook that supplied the festivities with cookies and other treats. My mother and her sisters were fair but no-nonsense parents, and it was clear that my […]