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

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

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

My name is Tom, and when I was 17 my sister talked me into picking some lovely cherries from Mrs Nelson’s cherry orchard. That may seem like a lot of trees but she supplied cherries to a local brewer who made a seasonal cherry beer. This was against my better judgement as my oldest sister, Maggie, and Mrs Nelson’s youngest daughter, Pat, had stripped two of her 60+ trees about 8 seasons ago and both ended up getting the spanking of a lifetime. My sister, Tracey, then aged 18, begged me to help as she had been dared to do this at school. After about

At university I was in a hockey team; just a league within the university. I was never good enough or, at 5 feet 2 inches on a good day, tall enough to compete at any sort of competitive level. My team played in green kit from head to toe; we looked like unripe ears of corn. We each had our Christian name emblazoned on the backs of our shirts. Being called Jo, it didn’t take up much room! Our games were always on a Wednesday afternoon. Next door was a five-a-side football pitch which was constantly in use. One team always seemed to

I remember one occasion when I was about 12 and had been warned by my mum several times not to play with my ‘Action Man’ near the fireplace in case I knocked one of her ornaments off the shelf. Well, I ignored her warning and knocked off a vase that smashed on the floor. My mum was furious and I knew I was in big trouble. Normally, I would be sent to my bedroom for a smacked bottom, but mum was so angry she grabbed my arm, smacking my bottom as she pulled out the dining room chair. She whipped

Now 74 years old, I grew up in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Brisbane is in the sub-tropics with warm to hot summers and mild winters. Accordingly, I usually wore shorts and a shirt when I was a boy. The shorts were generally made of cotton with a section of elastic in the waistband at the back and drawstring ties at the front. I did not wear long pants until beginning high school at age 13. I also did not wear underpants until I was 12. Thus, if mum wanted to spank my bare bottom all she had to do was put me