While I had my bottom smacked numerous times in my formative years, this one stands out as perhaps the most unusual incident. I was spending the night at my friend Simon’s house after his birthday party. After the party, things took a turn. Simon had disobeyed his mother, and she announced that he was about […]

My first interest in smacked bottom started some years ago. My family is fairly large, with about fifteen years between the oldest and youngest, and we all lived very close—at the time, both of us lived with our parents, who all lived on the same street. We had a very open-door policy, and the family […]

My family always believed in corporal punishment but the most memorable punishment I ever received occurred at my Aunt Mary’s house when I had just turned 16. Aunt Mary had a large family of seven girls and three boys. I was visiting them for several weeks one summer when I was invited to attend the […]

One night during my formative years, my parents went out and left me in the care of a babysitter named Erica. Erica was the very definition of “mutton dressed as lamb”—she was clearly over thirty, but tried her hardest to look like a teenager, with trendy clothes and heavy makeup that only made her seem […]

  Before I get to the story, let me tell you about Mrs Kent’s house. It was an old brick place, built back in the 1920s, with a steep roof and ivy crawling up the walls. The porch creaked under your feet, and the windows always seemed a little foggy, like the house was keeping […]

I remember many spankings while I was growing up. It was always my mother who carried them out. I had to bend over, and the slipper would whack down across my bottom. (short pause) But the spanking I remember the most happened when my friend Dennis was sleeping over at my house. His mother always […]

Before I tell you about the day Aunt Barbara gave us the strap, let me describe the house where it all happened. Aunt Barbara’s home was a large, rambling cottage set deep in the rural countryside of Sussex. The house itself was imposing—its whitewashed stone walls and steep, slate roof stood out against the rolling […]

Back when I was in my formative years, my sister and I went to live with my Aunt Dolly while my mother was going through some hard times. Aunt Dolly was a semi stout Christian woman from Texas, always dressed in her Sunday best, not a grey hair out of place. Though she was only […]

My mother had recently been unwell, and to help her recover, she went away to Jersey for a holiday. (short pause) While she was away, I was packed off to stay with my Aunt Gloria, who lived just two streets away on our estate. (short pause) Aunt Gloria was in her late 50s, and it […]

before Julia entered our lives, my father and I were inseparable. Our home was filled with laughter, warmth, and a sense of belonging that made every day feel special. We’d spend weekends building model airplanes at the kitchen table, or tossing a football in the backyard until the sun dipped below the trees. Evenings were […]