The spanking I relate took place in Lancashire, England, in the spring of 1965. Even though it is now almost 51 years ago it is burned into my memory, perhaps more than any other spanking I received. I had just turned 11 years old and was in my final year of junior school. This was a very important year; I would soon be sitting my 11 plus exam which would decide if I was to go to the Grammar School or the Secondary Modern. My parents wanted the best for me and were keen that I work hard, pass the

I did as I was told with some hesitation. My aunt was poised in her armless chair, and I stared dumbly at her uninviting lap which, upon recollection, conjured up the feelings of dread a dead man walking might have. I knew I was helpless at this point and with the final tug of a zipper my shorts practically dropped to the floor. “Care to tell me why are you being punished today?” “I disobeyed you.” “That’s right. Had you simply misbehaved, you would be at your parents’ mercy, but you chose to disobey me. When I’m watching you, you

The beginning of a marriage. My wife of 8 hours stood in the corner of the hotel room, nose firmly pressed into the corner, the hem of her skirt pinned well-up her back. 1976 and Barbara, at the age of 20, had just been given her third and hardest spanking. This was evidenced by her trembling, from head to toe (her quivering bottom and thighs) the overall red color of her full cheeks, the bruises showing on them and the nasty red covering her upper thighs. As I waited and watched, the bruises took on a deeper red color, a

I have recently returned from a two week holiday in France and whilst there, on the 22nd August, I celebrated my 35th birthday. I was on holiday with my long-term, same-sex partner J. We have been together for eight years, and although we have not entered into a formal civil contract, we consider ourselves to be effectively married, a situation fully supported by our friends and both our families. I teach English at secondary level, whilst J is the headmistress of a local primary school. She is three years older than me and takes a lead role in our relationship as

I am a guy in my mid 50s who was brought up in the 1960s and 70s when corporal punishment was common place and a fairly normal method of dealing with poor behaviour. During my youth my father worked away a lot and my mother was therefore responsible for dealing with my sisters and I on her own for extended periods. Whilst we were not bad children it is fair to say we could be challenging at times, and therefore my mother resorted to what seemed like fairly harsh punishments, but in truth were only ensuring we didn’t stray too

One time, when I was about seven, my older cousin Emma, then eleven, earned herself a spanking. In front of my mother and me, my aunt instructed her to get across her lap. There ensued a teary: “Please, Mommy, can w-we do th-this in my r-room?” but one determined: “No, Emma, we will do it right here,” and my cousin’s hands reached for the hem of her sundress. She raised it and with no further instruction laid herself across my aunt’s lap. Emma looked over at me, blushing to be sure, but with no trace of resentment that I would

This is the story of my girlfriend margarets leathering. Margaret and I usually walked to school together, but on this day I was getting a lift from my mum. As usual she was running late and we just made school in time. In those days it was an automatic 2 strokes of the belt on each hand for being late. When I reminded mum of that, she reminded me that if I got 2 on the hand at school then I’d also get a few more across my bottom in the evening. When I tried to say it would be

I am a very submissive woman and have been receiving corporal punishment right from being a little girl. My mum would hand spank me for normal misdemeanours and it would always be across her knee on the bare bottom.  For more serious matters my dad would deal with me and that meant the slipper or belt over my bed. I would cry for ages as the pain was so intense, not to mention the extreme embarrassment of having to pull my panties down in front of him. The most humiliating time was when I was 17. A friend and I met up

I was born in 1969, in the era of school corporal punishment and Beano comics featuring a caning at the end of every story. However, home corporal punishment was also still very popular. I wasn’t a badly behaved girl by any measure, and I only received the odd smack now and again, never anything more. That was until I was 12, and got my one and only detention at school. Latin was always a struggle for me. I never understood why I had to learn it, or what use it would be for me, but I did try my hardest.

I was 21 when I first came into contact with the spanking world. I was living at home with my parents and it was actually my mum’s magazine – just a normal women’s weekly one. However it had a feature on couples who enjoyed spanking. I was young and naive and had no knowledge of this kind of thing, but it ignited very strong feelings within me even though I tried to put these to the back of my mind. A year later and I had finished my degree, got a job and moved into my first flat. I remember the