During the summer vacation of my first year at university, about 16 months before Jo and I met, my sister and her friend were in the year above me, and I know Bev had the hots for me. Probably because I was tall and very athletic, but we never dated and she did have a conscience. If she had done something bad that her father would have spanked her for, she did ask me to step in. This stood me in good stead when I got together with Jo a year or so later. One Saturday night during the university summer vacation, I offered to take

Mrs Hastings, our Headmistress, was on convalescent leave and Mrs Marbrook, her Deputy, normally in charge of disciplinary matters as well as having her own teaching responsibilities, had been asked to step up to Acting Headmistress. She had been urged to use Mrs Hastings’ study for the period of deputising as it was more in the central hub of the school, and she could make use of secretarial services far more easily than from the more remote wing of the building where she had her own office. She retained her responsibility for school discipline, but now had to see visitors,

This happened when I was 14 years old. I used to play football and other games with two brothers who lived quite close by. I had known them since the age of 10, and we used to play a lot together, especially in the summer holidays when this incident took place. I should also mention that their mother was a very strict lady, always very pleasant to me, but she never hesitated to punish the boys if they did anything wrong. I found her a bit scary and tended to shy away from her. One summer afternoon, we were playing football

A friend of mine introduced me to your website earlier this year and I’ve enjoyed reading many of these spanking memories, so I’ve decided to share my own. My memories are not from childhood but from college during those years between childhood and adulthood. My spankings occurred from ages 18 to 20. Here are my spanking memories from my sorority days in the early 1970s. In those days every sorority used the paddle, either in initiation and/or as punishment. I don’t know if any sorority still paddles today (some do: ed), but any former sister who graduated from college before 1990 who says

Hi, my name is Sarah. I was born in 1948 and grew up in what is sometimes referred to as the ‘bible-belt’. Having been raised on a dairy farm in the era of ‘spare the rod; spoil the child’, along with no real way of enforcing groundings, my siblings, cousins, and younger Aunts and Uncle were no strangers to early bedtimes and/or a stinging bum. I honestly never thought I’d be writing about this. However, the pandemic has led me to seek conversation in places that I wouldn’t have even thought of if not stuck here all by myself. About

When I was growing up corporal punishment was considered an essential tool in rearing children. ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’ was a philosophy shared by almost everybody. So it was no surprise it was also endemic in schools, where teachers legally acted ‘in loco parentis’. I can’t remember all the times I was strapped or strapped in school. But I can remember this incident for two reasons. Firstly, because I felt I didn’t deserve to be punished, although you can make your own judgement on that, but, secondly, this was the last time I was strapped because it

Here is a memory of my most humiliating spanking, which I can laugh about now but for years I couldn’t even talk about it because it was so embarrassing. I grew up in the south USA near Nashville, Tennessee, in the late 1980s to early 1990s and spanking was a common form of punishment. My aunt had one of those stupid novelty paddles they sell at some truck stops and tourist traps. It had the logo ‘For the Cute Little Deer with the Bear Behind’ with a drawing showing a bear and a deer. In a decidedly low life move, she had the

I would like to tell you this story as it is the only time in my childhood that I was punished by my parents severely. My sister and I were outside playing during summertime with other kids when I suddenly thought It would be funny to pull my 14-year-old sister’s shorts down, so I crept up behind her and pulled down her shorts, leaving her showing her briefs to everyone. She screamed, pulled up her shorts and ran in and told mum. I was immediately called indoors and told to go to my bedroom. Five minutes later mum came into my

I was born in December of 1950. My parents were high school sweethearts and got married the summer after graduation, which was common in those days, and my mother was 19 years old when I was born. My mother’s parents also married young and my maternal grandparents were aged 19 and 20 when she was born. I had been born and raised in Los Angeles, but my grandparents were from Louisiana and had moved to California when my mother was 11 years old. In the spring of 1965, I was 14 years old and was about to learn that my grandparents had an

This is a true story that may seems harsh by 21st century standards, but spanking was very common in the 1960s. In the summer of 1966, I was 16 years old. I had been born and raised in New York City but my mother was from Paris, France. My mother was from a small town in Normandy which I had visited several times throughout my childhood, but that summer I was lucky to be able to live in Paris with an aunt and uncle who let me live with them while I took an intensive French language course at a