Then, in late October, my mom wrote suggesting that I spend the shorter Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring vacations with Aunt Sheila rather than fly all the way back to Georgia. For me, this was good news since it gave me more time with Michael, especially vacation time which promised lots of fun and games. And […]

Like my mother, Aunt Sheila believed an extra witness or a surrogate disciplinarian added to the humiliation of a paddling. Over the years, many of my mother’s closest female friends had witnessed my spankings including neighbors and school teachers as well as cousins and playmates. While Michael and I had both been spanked by babysitters, […]

Growing up in Georgia, I had long since taken for granted that naughty children of all ages were slippered. It was only after arriving in the Northeast that I began to see just how embarrassing it was really for a eighth or ninth grader to be taken over his mother’s knee like a little boy […]

Many a naughty youngster found him or herself getting a paddling in the family room, the backyard, the front porch, the teacher’s office, the church basement, or a neighbor’s house. And since some often got into more trouble in groups, it was not uncommon for two or three youngsters to find themselves waiting to go […]

After looking around nervously and swearing me to absolute secrecy in return, Michael nervously admitted he too was still spanked at home. After further prodding encouraged by additional disclosures on my part, he even admitted that spankings were a regular occurrence at home and had been since kindergarten. For those who grew up after 1960, […]

Since he was obviously embarrassed, I realized the only way to get the truth out of him was to tell him about my own experiences. “Michael, I get the feeling your mother still uses the same kind of old-fashioned methods that my mom uses at home. My mom warned me to mind my manners when […]

He mumbled something about how he was “really going to get it at home” and changed the conversation. Since my mother still spanked me once or twice a week and frequently mentioned how her sister used the same methods, my curiosity was instantly aroused. Eager to find out more, I pressed Michael further. But he […]

Thirty-five years ago, I was sent away from Georgia to a New England boarding school in the days when they accepted students as early as eighth grade. Among the day students were Michael Eden cousin of mine who lived nearby with his widowed mother, my Aunt Sheila. Since Michael and I were both small for […]

  The only thing to be said in favour of this ordeal was that it was, as Mother had promised me, quickly over with. And as a mother myself today, I still think that’s the chief thing to be said in favour of corporal punishment. Once I had been given my caning, I was sent […]

Mother pointed to the arm of the chaise, and said: “Bend over, please.” It was the first time I had been bare bottomed in front of my new mum and it was even more embarrassing to know that she could clearly see my fanny from the back too. “Now then – you will receive six […]