Hello! My name is Amelia Angelina Rigatoni.  and I am Italian. I’m very proud of that fact too. My mom and my dad are both from Sicily. I have long black hair and really dark eyes. I’m kind of on the short side. I’m waiting to develop you know where. It’s so hard when you’re […]

Our family were regular churchgoers. Not only did we go every Sunday, but on and every Thursday night, I attended a Junior Club there. It began at 7 pm, finished at nine and at the conclusion I had to take the bus home by myself. One week after Junior Club, I missed my bus. The […]

In my younger days I was spanked quite often in front of company. ‘Misbehave in front of company and you’ll get spanked in front of company’ This was the general rule in our house during the 50s when I grew up.   But this one time was by far the most embarrassing punishment I ever […]

This particular year stands out in my mind because mum wore a skirt, and I believe it was the very first time I had seen her wearing black stockings. She also wore a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer jumper – it had a huge red glittery nose. We opened our presents. Everything I had asked for […]

Pretty early on in my life, I became aware that I liked women’s laps. I remember leaning against any female legs, hoping for that special moment that I might find myself drawn over a warm, maternal knee. Early memories were just that – not for a spanking, just for the pleasure of lying over a […]

  Sarah knew what to expect so I decided to deal with her first so that Delia here would know what was soon coming her way. “Shut up telling him!” Delia suddenly muttered. Sarah gasped. “Right, that’s it,” Mrs Hibbard said, taking the pan of boiling water off the stove and putting it safely away. […]

I hurried home. I was late for my tea, but in my house this was passed over with a mild admonition.. “Er, Mrs Hibbard asked me to go back and help her some more after I’ve done my homework,” I said. “Oh really, Archie, I don’t think you can go back there again tonight,” my […]

  After an hour of twiddling and fiddling and impatient wiggling on the sofa, staring at those horrible canes, I glanced at the clock above the door. It was four-ten. I nearly began to weep. It was bad enough to be caned worse was the interminable waiting! Finally, I heard a slight creak from the […]

“Hey, Bark you gonna get the stick?” I glared resentfully at the fair-haired older boy approaching to torment me. “What makes you ask that?” I whispered, glancing around to make sure others wouldn’t overhear. James grinned saucily and spoke loudly. “Heard you got your third demerit in a week — the third one’s the charm, […]

My brain whirred: four o’clock finish school plus forty-five minutes detention plus collect coat, satchel, have a pee plus three miles cycle ride home—Sarah should be here any moment! And right on cue, I heard her wheel her bike round to the shed. Sarah came apprehensively through the back door. She was wearing a green, […]

My brain whirred: four o’clock finish school plus forty-five minutes detention plus collect coat, satchel, have a pee plus three miles cycle ride home—Sarah should be here any moment! And right on cue, I heard her wheel her bike round to the shed. Sarah came apprehensively through the back door. She was wearing a green, […]

The holidays ended and Sarah and I went back to school. Each weekday I caught the bus to the nearest town of Wenford where I went to the boy’s grammar school, and Sarah cycled the three miles to her girls’ private school at Farleigh Manor, which was in the opposite direction. We saw less of […]

 “DREAMS AND AWAKENINGS” [“Maternal Matrimony” #5] by the Crimson Kid (All rights reserved. This story’s setting is several hours following “MM” #4, still at the McMichael residence in Yamamoto on the planet Vladivost, mid-28th century.) At some level of his awareness, Carlton knew that he dreaming–yet the dream, which was a re-enactment of a critical […]

My parents met while my father was in the army and stationed in Germany. I was born in the US but by the time I was in 5th grade, my parents separated. Things got hectic, and my mother and I moved back to Germany and moved in with her brother. It was a big old […]

If I had been naughty in my formative years, I would usually be sent to fetch Nanny Mitchel’s slipper from her shoe cupboard (unless she happened to be wearing it at the time, of course). Mostly, she would be sat in her favorite chair and I would be ordered to lie over her knee so […]

I had been dating my boyfriend Matt for over a year. We didn’t talk much about the discipline in our homes, but I had some idea of how Matt’s parents handled disobedience. Although Matt rarely mentioned the subject, I knew his father had taken a belt to him on a few occasions when he was […]

As a young boy growing up in Ireland, I was no stranger to a trip over my mother’s knee for a dose of her hairbrush. My mum was strict but fair and I can say that every spanking I got – apart from one – I thoroughly deserved. The most memorable chastisement with my mother’s […]

My Aunt Gracie was my dad’s older sister, by about 12 years. I had a great relationship with her and her three boys, Joseph, Patty, and Johnny – especially Johnny, as he was only about a year older than me and we were like brothers. I spent many weekends staying with the family and sleeping […]

My parents always spanked me soundly whenever they felt it was necessary. I can’t remember what age I got my first, but it was well before I started school. Mom would generally spank me hard with her hand. However, sometimes she would take off her slipper and give it to me with that, and sometimes […]

I grew up in northern Italy in the 80s, as the only child in a fairly middle-class family. Although spanking was definitely looked on as old-fashioned by that time – indeed, my mother was unashamedly old-fashioned – such discipline didn’t attract the stigma or indeed the state intervention that it would today. However, the incident […]

  My mother was definitely a believer in smacking. I was by no means the most unruly child of my cohort in school but like all children, I did need discipline, and when my mother was involved, that usually meant a sore bottom. When I was very little I would most likely be smacked on the […]

My next-door neighbor Linda was a single woman who had two teenage daughters. She was very old-fashioned in her outlook, lady-like and proper in her manner. Linda always wore beautiful house dresses with a full skirt and petticoat, and over it she wore an apron in which she did her housework and cooked. Every time […]

I was playing at my friend Amanda’s house. when we heard agitated yelling from her next-door neighbour’s home. It sounded like the neighbour lady was lecturing her son, Tony, who was one year ahead of us in school. We decided that we wanted a closer look, so we crept forward and hid behind the bushes […]

My first and second spankings were both given to me by my mother – about 15 minutes apart. It was morning, and we were in the kitchen. I was sitting at the table in just my T-shirt and underpants. Mother wanted me to eat my oatmeal and I refused. Finally, she sat down next to […]

By the time dinner was ready, Denise had taken Janice out of her playpen. She had her crawl to the dining area. She was supervised by a nurse. This was as all babysitters of the baby women were. The nurse allowed Denise to care for Janice. However, the nurse would be there if Janice caused […]

Having been spanked by both parents I can honestly say that mothers’ spankings were far worse than fathers’. Father used to give me a set number of whacks usually about twelve with a plimsoll, However mothers’ was a very different story. She took over my spankings because she thought my father was not strict enough. […]

They say “You should never go back”, but that is exactly what I did. I had no great expectations that everything would be the same, after all it was thirty years since I visited my home town. Yet I stood on the pavement on a cold and wet afternoon looking at a sign on a […]

Grab it tightly now. Think back to that warm summer afternoon so many years ago……. You were 11 years old. Layed over your stepmom’s lap with your bare bottom exposed. Receiving the sting and bite of 30 smacks from a wooden hairbrush. Your stepmom had come home from a tennis match and caught you making […]

This story involves the spanking of a juvenile male by his mother. If you are a minor, or this type of story offends you please stop reading. The situations depicted in this story are fictional, any resemblance to actual persons or circumstances is coincidental. If this story is reproduced electronically, or otherwise, proper attribution is […]

Spanking has been a fascination of mine ever since I can remember. I grew up in the late fifties and early sixties as the only child of a conservative, middle-class family. I was spanked frequently, and although I did not enjoy it at the time, my mind dwelt endlessly on it. In those days, discipline […]

It couldn’t have been more than 2 minutes later when I heard mom yelling at my two cousins downstairs in the living room. I could hear the girls crying and pleading, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I listened hard and soon heard the distinctive sound of mom’s hand slapping someone’s bottom. My […]

None of us said much about what had happened, but both of the girls made a few cracks about it being my fault for having told. “We heard you crying upstairs when your mom paddled you, you big baby! I hope we get to watch later!” Mary said with a snotty tone in her voice. […]

As a youngster , my mother took me to a ballet class and I really enjoyed it. I stuck with it for years but as I got older, I began getting teased by the kids on the street and at school. As I got older I decided to give it up, This was in spite […]

“Found anything you like?” Mum asked when she returned, carrying a bin bag in each hand. “Not really.” I moaned, before flicking back a few pages and pointing out a few things I didn’t mind so much. “They’re a bit tom-boyish,” Mum said, before pointing out what she liked. “They’re too girlie.” I claimed. “Nothing’s […]

When I was a naughty boy, I would usually be sent to fetch Mum’s slipper from her shoe cupboard (unless she happened to be wearing it at the time, of course). Mostly, she would be sat in her favourite chair and I would be ordered to lie over her knee so I could be given […]

The phrase ‘Fun Slippering’ sometimes occurs in messages to this board. I have not heard the expression before, and am wondering if anyone can give me a definition? Also, recollections of the great exponents of Fun Slippering (I think the words merit capital letters) would make interesting reading. From what I have seen here, it […]

What is the longest anyone has had to wait between the announcement of punishment and its ‘execution’? I read a long time ago of someone who was told on a Friday that he was going to get the slipper for some misdemeanor, but that it was going to wait until Monday morning. So the poor […]

I attended a boys’ grammar school in the North of England in the 1960s. Corporal punishment was widely used. Most of the teachers used the slipper, while the headmaster and deputy head used the cane. The majority of teachers were male and although we had more women teachers later, at the time in question when […]

I have read the doubts expressed on this forum (and others) concerning the slippering of secondary school girls and again confirm that it was not uncommon, as befitted the disciplinary environment of my time at school (1960’s).     In my own case I received corporal punishment only once and that was as a girl […]

I was having a talk with a few mates last night & the subject of C.P came up. One of the points was where the cane or slipper was kept when not in use. At my school, the deputy head had an umbrella stand in which he kept about 6 canes of different sizes. When […]

All of my school life, I was an enthusiastic and bright student. I loved and respected my teachers, and felt respected and cared for by them as well. I was never a discipline problem at school and could hardly imagine having to be punished by a teacher. However, one day, that all changed. Junior high […]

In my formative years in the 1960s I was sent to boarding school in the South of England. I was assigned to my class and introduced to one of the upper sixth prefects who took us all, twenty girls, for a tour of the school. We were told that as today was our first day […]

Because of not being a head girl or deputy head girl I could not change in our own office and everybody would see the six lines across my bottom and the bruising left by the two slipperings. Julie tried to cheer me up saying just to laugh off the comments. As we both dressed ready […]

My first and second spankings were both given to me by my mother – about 15 minutes apart. It was morning, and we were in the kitchen. I was sitting at the table in just my T-shirt and underpants. Mother wanted me to eat my oatmeal and I refused. Finally, she sat down next to […]

When I was a naughty boy, I would usually be sent to fetch Mum’s slipper from her shoe cupboard (unless she happened to be wearing it at the time, of course). Mostly, she would be sat in her favourite chair and I would be ordered to lie over her knee so I could be given […]

  Click Here to Listen to Story My mother was definitely a believer in smacking naughty children. I was by no means the most unruly child of my cohort in school but like all children, I did need discipline, and when my mother was involved, that usually meant a sore bottom. When I was very little […]

When i was about eight I had a Sunday school teacher called Sharon who was a senior at the high school. she was very pretty but very firm and i loved her dearly one sunday i arrived for class nursing a sore bottom as i had been the object of my mother’s wrath that morning […]

Dear Michael, Your message of yesterday was buried deep in the ‘Bare Behinds’ thread. It is a beautifully written, heartfelt piece and to give it the prominence it deserves, I have copied it and started a new thread. Michael wrote: Long term consequences. June 4 2003, 11:14 PM Dominum – and maybe it was his […]

I don’t believe I was especially naughty as a child – at least, no more than any other boy of my particular age group. Unfortunately my mother – of stern, unyielding Presbyterian stock – disagreed. In her sincere and honest belief that to spare the rod was to spoil the child, she ensured that anything other […]

Just watched a news story about a massive meeting of Catholic Bishops for the purpose of addressing child abuse in the Catholic church. Now, of course, this is happening because the Church had an horrific record of hiding knowledge of abuse, and protecting the abusers, using every trick under the sun. Now compare this with […]

Many years ago, much to the annoyance of my mother, I used to run upstairs to my bedroom most evenings after school to change into my football kit. I usually ignored her warning of ‘do you want a smacked bottom?’ as she rarely put me over her knee when I was being naughty. However, one […]

My mother was a sixth grade teacher from the time she graduated in the 1970s until she retired five or six years ago.  When she began her career, corporal punishment was still very much an option and it could be carried out by the teacher in the classroom. My mother had a large classroom-style paddle […]

The following text is an introductory note and preface to Beatrice Reinhart’s 1937 book Back To Common Sense, a child training manual emphatically advocating the practice of spanking, and going into great detail as to how it should be done. As stated in our special report into the book’s background, it owes a great deal to a 1920s […]

Books offering advice on raising good, happy children have never exactly been in short supply – but two slim American volumes from the 1920s and 30s stand out starkly, not only for being firm advocates of spanking but also for going into great detail as to just how such discipline should be administered. The first […]

When I was a boy, my mother kept a strap that she would use to chastise me once in awhile. She usually gave me between 15 and 25 licks when she thought I needed it. The strapping was always done through the seat of my pants but even fully clothed, it still stung a lot. […]

I met Omolade [name changed – Ed] at university – we were both studying history of art at Cambridge. She was Nigerian and her mother was a quite prominent diplomat. For a long time we were just friends, but after getting drunk at a party one night, we spent most of the evening kissing and […]

I was never very good at spelling – and that lack of ability led to my first and only school paddling, back in the 1980s. I was in second grade at a school in Atlanta, Georgia, when one day our class teacher, Miss Harvey, announced the spelling test out of the blue. We would be […]

During the 1970s, when I was growing up, a smacked bottom was such a routine punishment for a naughty youngster that we children regularly included corporal punishment in our games, particularly playing ‘house’ or ‘school’. Despite the profusion of such stories on your website, I believe the number of kids who actually got smacked on […]

One morning, as he came out of the shower, my son was startled to find me sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed. He approached me nervously, realising by the look on my face that something was wrong, and stood by my side. I narrowed my gaze on him and showed him the candy […]

I was fortunate growing up to have a large contingent of extended family living in the same neighbourhood. My mom’s sister lived just a couple of blocks from us, in a house on a large lot in a cul-de-sac that backed up to woods. There were six kids living there at the time this took place […]

Editor’s note: This contribution was originally emailed to Maman in 2002. I know that in this permissive day and age, many of your readers might think spanking of children is dying out or indeed entirely extinct. However, I can vouch to the contrary. I was in my local branch of Tesco the other day and […]

When I was growing up, back in the mid 1980s, I was part of a gang of five kids who would dare each other to do silly things. One winter, it snowed and I was dared to throw a snowball at the door of this old lady’s house, and get her to chase me. It […]

My parents hardly ever used corporal punishment when I was growing up, but I do remember one memorable spanking I got from my father in the mid-1990s, when I was nine years old. My mom had fallen ill with glandular fever and had taken to her bed for a few days, leaving Dad to look […]

This story is true and written from personal experience. What I set down now is exactly how everything unfolded in 1973, at a time when the phenomenon of streaking began to be popular. I was living on Long Island in a small town. I was 14 years old, and nearing the start of high school, […]

When my brother and I were children, we were lucky enough to have our dad build a tree house for us in an old beech which towered above a remote corner of our back garden. Tony and I spent hours on end in that thing, and for the most part I only have happy memories […]

Back in the day (well, the late 90s/early 00s to be a bit more precise), a rather eye-catching advert ran regularly in certain select publications. These adverts were for The Rod. The Rod was pretty much a modern-day successor to the cane – a 22in long dowel made from flexible nylon, with a padded handle […]

I was born in 1958 and was educated by a mother who fervently believed in physical punishment during the training stage. I was whipped until I was 12 years old, always on my bare bottom as my mother didn’t care about my modesty or the shame of showing my private parts. One of the most […]

My first and second spankings were both given to me by my mother – about 15 minutes apart – when I was about four years old. It was morning, and we were in the kitchen. I was sitting at the table in just my T-shirt and underpants. Mom wanted me to eat my oatmeal and […]

Due to both its strict Asian parenting roots, and a high representation of traditional Christian families, it seems that spanking continues to enjoy popularity with parents in the Philippines. Among the many items sold by the Christian bookstore chain PCBS (Philippines Christian Book Store) are two wooden spanking paddles. They come in two sizes, 13in […]

When I was 13, I had a girlfriend I really liked – but I didn’t like spending time at her house because we would always seemed to get into trouble. You might not think this was too bad. But Sally’s mom firmly believed in spanking and she was more than willing to spank either or […]

One of the oldest and immutable principles of advertising has been to identify with your target audience, and reflect their daily lives in your imagery and copy. So, over the many years when it was the unchallenged and acceptable norm, it’s not surprising that the spanking of the household’s children was one of those touchstones […]

The following text is an introductory note and preface to Beatrice Reinhart’s 1937 book Back To Common Sense, a child training manual emphatically advocating the practice of spanking, and going into great detail as to how it should be done. As stated in our special report into the book’s background, it owes a great deal to a 1920s […]

Some ideas fail because they are too far ahead of their time. In the case of Safe Smack, you could say that it failed because it was literally too far behind. Safe Smack was a ‘parenting programme’ launched in 1997. It was pro-spanking and, as the name suggests, had the aim of promoting safer corporal […]

It is one of the ironies of my high school life that I got one of my most painful paddlings from my favorite teacher. The factors that contributed to how much it hurt  adjust to how thin my gym shorts were, and the fact that she was a fit young lady with strong arms. Coach […]

It was one of these days. I, Nathan, who was visiting the mall with his mother, was bored to death and mom seemed to go on forever, leading us from store to store. Suddenly my mother took us into the clothing department because she had just seen a “nice” dress for me. Once inside the […]

St. Thomas Aquinas School for Boys was a small boarding school outside New Orleans which ran from the mid-nineteenth century to the late 1950s when it finally closed down in a period of reorganization by the local bishop. With fewer and fewer parents willing to send their boys away to boarding school as early as […]

It didn’t. Suddenly the familiar sound of a maternal hand on a  bare bottom began ringing up from the basement. Even before that, Billy was hard. With the sound of Johnny’s spanking coming up from the basement, he positively throbbed in his pants. Although Johnny must have struggled hard to avoid crying, his resistance seemed […]

Within a couple minutes, I had completely forgotten about any high school dignity as my mind focused on the fire in my bottom. As promised, Mrs Saunders soon reduced me to a kicking cry baby who was learning a very painful lesson. On and on the paddling went as I waved my feet frantically in […]

“Billy, though I’m glad to see you are not sick, I’m shocked at how you have reacted to this thermometer. It sometimes happens with Billy as well. Of course, when he really does have a fever, it’s not fair to punish him for such naughtiness and the same would hold true for you. But if […]

“You see, Tommy, your troubles have more to do with your attitude than your teacher. And I have just the remedy for a boy who doesn’t know how to work hard enough. It’s just as well that Billy is here, especially since his mother and I see eye to eye on these matters. Young man, […]

As for the spankings themselves, Tommy said she always spanked slowly and patiently, reinforcing the spanks with a lengthy series of questions and sharp verbal reminders using language normally reserved for younger children. Methodical and thorough, her sessions usually lasted twenty to thirty minutes including the post-spanking time lying over her knees until any real […]

Brian was sitting in the kitchen, sweating in the most noxious heat wave of the twentieth century. As he sat perched on the edge of the vinyl seat in just his white jockey shorts he looked lustfully out the window at their cool, blue, swimming pool. Brian’s mother had warned him adamantly to stay out […]

Grab it tightly now. Think back to that warm summer afternoon so many years ago……. You were 11 years old. Layed over your stepmom’s lap with your bare bottom exposed. Receiving the sting and bite of 30 smacks from a wooden hairbrush. Your stepmom had come home from a tennis match and caught you making […]

As a youngster, I grew up very confused. Pressure had been building up in me for some time over my formative years. Every woman appeared to be of interest to me, all be it for one reason. The reason being, the thought of being spanked by the particular woman I had an interest in. The […]