Black bottomed girl

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 […]

Smacked bottom games

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 […]

Sweet – and bitter

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 […]

Memories of the stick

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 […]

Between the aisles

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 […]

Moms Spoon

Moms Spoon

Please Click Here to listen to the Audio Recording Considering it hurt so much at the time, you may think it odd that I remember my mom’s spanking spoon with such affection. However, it taught me and my siblings a great deal about morals and love. Mom had many spoons in her kitchen which were […]

Legs up, bottom spanked

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 […]