I should have really withdrawn from such a private and intimate conversation, but I lurked just around the corner of the next room and began to eavesdrop on the call. It seemed that Mary had taken her daughter Dawn shopping for a new fancy formal dress and she had acted up in the shop, complaining […]

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 Linda […]

Mum would sit down on this. I’m not sure why, but prior to her preparing me, she would always pull up her skirt or dress. I would then be called over to have my pyjama bottoms taken down and be put across Mum’s stockinged thighs. After being told what you were having a smack bottom […]

I was brought up in the 1960s, when smack bottoms – as they were called then, at least in Britain – were an acceptable and common form of punishment for naughty children. In this, I was no exception. My own smackings were always administered by my mother and it was always the same procedure, whatever […]

We weren’t too crazy about the humiliating aspect of having our bottoms and , either, though as we were a large family, all the children born close together, we were relatively used to seeing each other’s getting ready for bed etc. But there was something about the ritual of having your bottom smacked by Mother […]

Considering it hurt so much at the time, you may think it odd that I remember my Mother’s spanking spoon with such affection, but it taught me and my siblings a great deal about morals and love. Mother had many spoons in her kitchen which were used for mixing and stirring – but one with […]

      Waaaaa, I’m sorreeeee.”   “And how many times did I have to ask you to go to bed and how many times did you disobey me?”   “Three,” Janet said miserably, tears streaming down her face and her nose running.   Her bottom felt like a bunch of red ants were crawling […]

      Sophia reached down and grabbed her sister by the upper arms, picking her up easily and forcing her to the bed.     She sat down, holding Janet in front of her so she could look her in the eyes.     Her little sister was scared and tears had started leaking […]

      Sophia stood there screwing up her courage to actually follow through with her threat.     She knew she had to, because she knew Janet was just testing her to see how much she would let her get away with.     She considered waking up Delia and asking for help, but […]

Sophia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she walked down the hall to the bathroom.   The clock beside her bed had showed 2:37 AM when she woke.   She relieved her bladder and washed her hands, then headed back for the warmth of her bed.     Out of habit, she glanced […]