I was seven years old and had being very naughty as I had damaged an item that was one of dad’s favorite things. The result was having my trousers and underwear lowered for, as he put it, a damn good hiding on my bare bottom. We were in the sitting room and I was put across his knee. It was only his hand but at full strength and some fifty spanks on my little bare bottom which had not been spanked before by him. My mother was shouting for him to take the strap to my bottom as she also

I had been in my apartment building on the third floor about three months when a new neighbor moved in across the hall. She was a 24 year old woman from out of town. She was a red-headed Irish girl, very petite at only about 5’3 tall with flat stomach and weighing only about 120lb or so. I was 6′ and in great shape because I was a personal trainer and nutritional counselor at the local 24 he gym after finishing college as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and she had gotten a job at the local hospital as

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A few years ago, my husband Andrew took me down to London to meet a friend of his who Andrew knew was well into CP. It was a hot day so it was pleasant to go indoors to cool off and his friend Ian had cooked a lunch for us which was very enjoyable. After lunch my first real CP session took place which caused great arousal in me. I would never have realised CP could have such an effect on my sexuality. Ian became a very close friend of both of us and still is, although his health now

These spankings took place in in Lancashire, England in 1966 when I was 12 years old. In my first year at the Grammar School I met lots of different people and made plenty of new friends. One of these new friends was called Tony and we quickly became new best friends. When the Easter holidays came around he asked if I would like to stay with him for a few days at his Nan’s house in Southport. I asked permission at home and after Mum had spoken to Tony’s Mum and his Nan I was allowed to go. On the

I am describing my memory of a school spanking a girl called Samantha and I (Steven) got when we were both at school. We were both 14 at the time and went to Hummersknott Comprehensive School in 1984. The spankings happened after we both played for the school chess team. There were seven in each team and the winners of each game got a point. We played local schools and clubs, the winners getting trophies and prizes. Our teacher, Mrs Williams, was also a maths teacher in her late 50s and fairly easy going, especially after school lesson finished. On the day in question,

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