When I was around 15-years-old, mum and I had a long weekend away in the Cotswolds. She had been ill following a cycle accident and wanted some fresh air and a slower pace of life for a few days. We stayed in a Bed & Breakfast which was also a working mixed dairy and arable farm. The owner’s wife, a portly lady in her mid to late 40s called Bella, met us on the first evening and gave us a lecture about safety on the farm. Yawn! Don’t go near any machinery. If any machinery comes close, wave to make yourself obvious and step out of the

A while ago, I had occasion to spank my eldest daughter. When I was young, I was spanked as a child and slippered as an adolescent. I grew up in Barcelona, married at the age of twenty-two and had two children, a boy and a girl. My husband and I decided against using corporal punishment on our children. We’d grown up in the seventies and eighties, we’d both been spanked, but times had changed. At the age of thirteen, just before the Christmas holidays, my daughter brought home a letter from school complaining of her behaviour. She’d been disruptive in

It was a Saturday afternoon in August and I was 16 years old. I was with my mother, brothers and sisters and a family of friends of my mother. I went off for a swim in the sea but went too far away. The next thing I knew was the father of my mother’s friends was yelling at me and telling me my mother wanted me out of the sea, and I needed to go see her. He appeared annoyed, so I quickly exited the sea and returned to where my mother was sat. She scolded me for going too

I was 10 years old and my mom had made Saturday a cleaning day and I was told I needed to clean my bedroom. It was a nice summer day and I was in no mood to be inside cleaning my room. My room was in our basement and the basement also had a door from which you could go out into the backyard, so instead of cleaning my room I snuck out to the backyard and started to practice free kicks with my soccer ball against the end wall of the house. The only windows there were some to

I grew up in a Christian home. We went to church every Sunday and, as I got older, I also attended junior and teen clubs. It was a very conservative church which also meant it was a church where parents were pro-spanking. Spanking would later be outlawed in my country, but at the age of 14 it was still legal. We were spanked mostly by my dad as the head of the house, but under the age of 8 mom also spanked us when dad was not around. After we turned 8, we had to wait until daddy was home.

This true story was told to me by my roommate at university. Helen was a good looking 18-year-old, almost 19, when the incident happened. It was late April and she had been home for a family party. I believe it was her maternal grandmother’s 80th birthday, if I remember correctly after all these years. I heard the key in the lock to the door to our flat and Sandy walked in walking very gingerly. “You OK hun?” I asked, concerned. “Have you hurt yourself?” “Hi Jo, not as such. But yes, I do hurt,” Sandy replied cryptically. “So come on,” I pressed. “What have

I’m a mature male aged 70. Back in the 1950s growing up, spanking was a normal everyday punishment. Almost every kid in our road got spanked when they were naughty. Some were over-the-knee, some touch your toes, some bent over chairs or sofas. We witnessed many spankings. In fact, if one was due we gathered outside the house to listen. Often remarks were made about it being hand, belt, slipper, or cane, and whether it was bare bottom or not. We often offered sympathy to the victim after as they sobbed holding their bottom looking out of their bedroom window.

I live in Australia. When I was a boy growing up, my much older sister was my disciplinarian. She gave spankings. This was in the days when corporal punishment was common in schools and many kids also got spankings at home. I remember one day I took a piece of musical equipment out of the house and broke it. My mother was complaining about it. My sister, who overheard from her room, called me over. I refused to go. So she came to the lounge, picked me up and carried me to her room. My bare feet were rubbing on her legs

I was 14 and my older sister 17 or 18 when this occurred. To this day, I have never mentioned it to her. She would have died of embarrassment at the time, and later there seemed little point. After all, she was no stranger to mum’s lap, and was spanked a couple of times a month for one thing or another. Mum was very fair, but used her hand on our bums when it was required. She always spanked us in her bedroom so no one else would see, or so she thought! On this particular day, I came in after going to the park

My husband and I have known each other since we were children. Our families were very close, and he and I were even related through marriage; his much older brother was married to my mother’s younger sister. My husband is five-and-a-half years older than me, so in the summer of 1964 I was 14 and he was 19 and home from his first year of college. I had a huge crush on him and he barely noticed me. I was at his family’s home babysitting two of his younger nieces. Instead of watching them, I went outside to where he was working