It was the end of July, during the school holidays, and I was staying with my aunt Sheila on her smallholding about 20 miles from home. It was officially to give her some company. However, I think mum just needed a week off from my 14-year-old comments and tomboy-like fooling about. It was quite warm and pleasant, lots of sunshine and all was well with the world. Aunty had asked me to put the hens in their runs for the night to keep the foxes at bay. I closed up the enclosure, double-checked it was secure, and headed back to the cottage

Without doubt, the most embarrassing spanking I ever received at home was the one at age seventeen, within earshot of a new boyfriend who was sitting downstairs waiting for me. That morning, Mum and I had had a terrible argument which ended with my completely losing it with a flurry of insults and swearing, which I regretted the instant after they came out of my mouth. Mum was at first taken aback, then hurt, but finally back in control. “Where on earth did you get language like that from? I don’t think anybody deserves to be spoken to like that,

Many years ago, I was invited to go away for a long weekend with my friend, David, who, like me, was about 13 or 14 at the time, his mum (his dad was away for work for a couple of weeks) and his older sister, Donna, who was 18 or 19 at the time. We had gone to a thatched cottage in Norfolk, quite idyllic looking back on it. Set in between several large fields with small wooded areas and hedgerows, it was quite a place for adventure, which was why David had asked if I could come. He was resourceful but would have become

Time passes so quickly. Some time ago I shared my interest in spanking with the readers of these pages. Then, after a house move, a necessary change in the direction of my life, followed by this, that and the other, my last spanking was a good three years ago. A bit more, probably. Make that four. I knew the domme I visited was thinking about retiring and, having no reason to contact her, matters just dwindled away and in any case my life had become filled with other and considerably more urgent priorities. My work life had already had to

It was a blisteringly hot day and my partner, Nancy, had the day off and we were enjoying the heat. We had a hose set up and a sprinkler, so it cooled us off when the heat got just too much. Our garden is lawned and separated from next door’s garden by a 4ft fence. The neighbours, Bill and Miranda, have a 19-year-old daughter, Sandra, known as Sandy, who, to be honest, although a lovely girl can be a pain in the neck at times. The day was passing nicely. We read, sunbathed, and had plenty of cold drinks on hand in an ice box,

Back in 2017, many people were shocked to learn that an esteemed Danish director and his film producer regularly spanked the interns who worked in their office. People were even more surprised to learn that most of the Danish public were not upset about this revelation. I, however, was not, because I myself had experience working in an entertainment company in a Scandinavian country in the early 1980s, where I was also spanked by my director. Some background; I am an opera singer, and at the age of 22, after graduating from a prestigious conservatory on the East coast, I auditioned for

This is Trina. I imagine that most of the memories of a bare-bottom paddling at school are fictional, but this one actually happened to me when I was in 11th grade. I remember it vividly so have been able to recreate it in some detail with the help of my husband Tony, who is a writer. My high school had an award-winning choir that competed against other schools and went to the state choir competition every year, winning in my freshman and senior years. It was a very large choir, about 160 students, and you had to audition to get in.

I went to a primary school back in the day when each teacher was allowed to have his or her own paddle. Typically, the students were punished out in the hall fully dressed, but one time when I was in third grade I was paddled over my panties in front of the whole class. I will never forget our third-grade teacher’s name: Miss B. She looked like she drank a whole lot of beer, she was huge. She was quite strict and with no sense of humor. Every week at least one kid, almost always a boy, got a paddling

Both mom and dad spanked me and my siblings as a child, mostly dad did it but when he was not around mom had no problems in doing it herself. As I remember, this was the last time mom spanked me. I was 11 years old and had asked mom if I could play with my friend, Thomas, but instead I went to a boy from class whose name was Jakob. His mom was not home and I was not allowed to be home with someone without a parent being there. That is why I told mom I went to

I attended high school in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in the 1960s, when corporal punishment was still in use. The Assistant Principal for Discipline had a school-style paddle, about two-feet long, half handle and half spanking area, and I believe 5/8 of an inch thick. When teachers had an unruly student, they would send the boy, it was always boys, to the office with a note. This was a very strict school with an especially strict dress code. Boys had to have their hair cut above their collar, and girls were made to kneel on the floor to prove that their skirts