Then, my correction was interrupted for the second time. Mum asked me: “Tell me, Daniel, has this also happened before?” I didn’t have an answer for that and Mum correctly took my silence as a confession. She began slippering me again, and beat me until I literally had no more tears to give. I was […]

  For a moment, I dared hope that my spanking was over but Mum continued to hold me firmly face down over her lap. Then she asked me: “Daniel, why didn’t you tell me you had been punished in the first place?” I decided the only option was to be truthful with her. “Because I […]

Arriving home, she sent me to wait for her in my bedroom, which was the usual overture to a spanking. When Mum finally came in to see me, she was wearing her slippers – her favourite implements for chastising me) and was obviously unhappy with me. She sat on my bed and asked me why […]

“Well, at least I haven’t been smacked by Mrs Lavaux, like you have!” I was preparing my retort to this jibe, but was cut short by my mum. She had a dark look on her face and her hands were on her hips. “Oh yes?” she inquired “Well, I’d be very interested to know when […]

  Fortunately for me, for a long time Mum was under the impression that she would be warned each and every time I was smacked in school. Had she known my teachers had put me across their knee, I would have been certain of a further smacking from my mother, so through this assumption, I […]

During my primary school years in France, there was essentially a legal gap regarding the practice of corporal punishment.it was neither authorised nor forbidden. The choice was left to the teachers, and some were pretty avid spankers. I, unfortunately, had two of them  and received some of my most embarrassing spankings from them. There was […]

Up until a certain age, my mother would spank me over her knee with a slipper; hard enough to really make me howl. However, after that age, my parents felt I was too old for an over-the-knee slippering, so they would on very rare occasions cane me. I’d have to bend over the kitchen table, […]

After the slippering was over, she gently lifted me from the desk. She held me in her arms while I cried out the pain and loss the last several months of my life had brought. After a few minutes, she led me to the corner and placed my nose to the wall. She left me […]

Her left hand pressed firmly into the small of my back and she smacked that slipper into the centre of my bottom so hard I thought the top of my head was going to fly off. I gripped the desk with all my might and tried as if my life depended on it not to […]

She again stated that my behaviour was not acceptable and not worthy of such a delightful young woman (how did she make me feel so awful and so wonderful at the same time?). She emphasised her concern that I had taken a downward turn over the last several weeks and that this incident was just […]