My mother was a teenager when I was born and for some personal reasons, I ended up living with my dad and my grandparents. When I was two, my daddy started dating my bio mom’s twin sister. Look, we’re from small town North Carolina, we’re rednecks born and raised, I won’t lie. She looks like […]

As a young woman, I worked in newspaper advertising for a publication based in the English county of Lincolnshire – the following encounter happened around the late 1980s, as I recall. As part of my ‘package’, I had a company car – a small but nippy little Ford Fiesta. I loved that little car, and […]

Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I frequently found myself over the knee of his first partner, an American lady who was a big believer in spanking naughty children. By the standards of those conservative times (in the 1950s), I was a very smart, intelligent but also somewhat troublesome girl – I spent my says immersed […]

I have such fond memories of summers back in my childhood and youth – the 60s and 70s were wonderful times! Swimming both in local swimming pools and rivers; ice cream on a really hot day; games of cowboys and Indians; cops and robbers; building our own camps, and all kinds of other fun and games. […]

I happened across the Maman site and it brought back some happy memories for me. I thought I would contribute my own personal recollection of a wonderful time to be growing up as a boy. My mum was a clippie (that is, a bus conductor, for the younger generation). She wore a smart uniform and a little cap […]

There was only one person in my childhood who I feared more than my stepmother Samantha – that was Elizabeth, the family housekeeper. Elizabeth was a young girl who helped Samantha manage us children, as the family was wealthy enough to afford a nanny to look after and (especially) administer discipline the children while they […]

As I related in a previous story, my mother brought up her younger sister, my aunt, after their mother died. Naturally, from time to time, like all children back then, my aunt had been spanked by her elder sister when she was naughty, often with her wooden hairbrush. Later, as I also described in my previous […]

I enjoy reading your site – it brings back many memories. Like many of your contributors, I did get spanked as a boy but probably not as hard as many of my contemporaries. My mom usually just gave me five or six spanks over my underwear. I would cry, of course, and it sucked but […]

In the summer of 1978, at the age of 11, I spent what should have been my school holiday at a ‘boot camp’ for wayward girls. I’d been spanked before, of course – what child in 1970s Merseyside wasn’t? – but generally it was a few smacks on the seat of my knickers that left […]

My brother, who is just a year older than me, recently reminded me of the day we both received a sound spanking from our mum. Actually, he didn’t need to remind me – I’m not likely to forget that day, ever. We both still have a good relationship with our mum, she was and still […]