For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with spanking. I would come up with plans in my head to somehow get a spanking from my mum or grandma but would never follow through. The most I got was a playful ‘I’ll smack your bottom for you, young man!’ I was obsessed with […]

Daniel is going to get another sound spanking as soon as he gets home. Do you understand me, young man? You promised me last month you wouldn’t use bad language again, didn’t you. Apparently the spanking you got then didn’t teach you to mind Mother, did it?You’re going to learn another lesson young man, just […]

  It was through Sunday School that my mother ended up hiring Monica to babysit for me. On one Sunday a few weeks after I turned ten, Monica caught me using a dirty word (“asshole”). Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have said something that bad in Sunday School but Johnny Watson hit me when no […]

  “Daniel Richardson, you behave yourself or I’ll come over there and give you a good spanking in front of everyone.”. Or she might say: “Daniel Richardson, if you don’t watch out, I’m going to send you to Mrs Wiseman’s office for a good spanking. By now, it should be clear why such words were […]

Even if spankings hadn’t intrigued me, I would have been thrilled when Monica scolded me. In hindsight, I’m sure I got into more mischief just to provoke attention from her, regardless of what kind of attention that might be. In my little boy imagination, I was convinced she would somehow admire my mischief as a […]

My only real complaint about Sunday School was that Mrs Wiseman’s pretty young assistant, Monica, didn’t handle the discipline. As excited as I was when a child disappeared into Mrs Worthingtoin’s office, there was a world of difference between the older woman and the beautiful Monica. From the moment sahe was hired (soon after I […]

At such moments, I hugged Mrs Bigwither tightly and cried with tears of pure release as I nodded to her various remarks and questions. That was the only part of a spanking I ever liked. Fortunately, both Mrs Wiseman and my Mother also understood how important a long hug was for a naughty child after […]

At home, I usually began crying openly as soon as Mother sentenced me to a spanking. At school, all spankings were given by the nurse, Mrs Bigwither. The teacher would call her on a special phone and she would come collect the unhappy Since her office was in the basement far from the ears of […]

While some of the older ones avoided crying until Mrs Wiseman began spanking them, every child sent broke down sooner or later. Mrs Wiseman never stopped spanking until well after she heard genuine tears. Like my Mother, she often said a good spanking began only after real crying. The first few times Mrs Wiseman spanked […]

Since we couldn’t see what was happening out in the playroom, we listened for clues. Each whimper, each little protest, each quiet plea for mercy helped paint a more detailed picture. When I was sent to Mrs Wiseman. More than anything else, the lowering of my briefs brought home the fact that a strong, non-nonsense […]