I came across this site and thought readers may be interested in a couple of my own personal recollections. I was born in 1966 so, as you can imagine, have quite a few stories as corporal punishment was quite common in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. I came from a working-class family. We lived in a 3-bed semi-detached house; that is, my mum, dad and sister, Charlotte, or Lottie as we called her, who was 2 years younger than me and is the subject of some stories which I will send separately as they are quite long. I had the

It started when I was nine years old. My mom’s job changed and she wasn’t going to be home until 6.00 pm on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. So, after school on those days I went to Mr and Mrs Miller’s house until my mom got home. The Millers lived five houses down from us. They were in their mid-40s and had two older sons who were both away at college at that time. Mrs Miller didn’t work and Mr Miller would get home from work around 5.00 pm. Mrs. Miller was a bit cold and distant and I was a little bit afraid of her. Mr Miller was

My most memorable spanking was given to me by my mom, the perfectionist. The house was always in perfect order and clean, her meals were excellent and she was always well dressed. She treated me the exact same way. She gave me a full bath every day and usually dressed me in black and white dress shoes, knee-high socks, dress shorts, dress shirt, jacket or sweater and bow tie. I have many photos of me in this attire. Play clothes were more casual. The problem was that little boys are not that concerned with proper hygiene or appropriate behavior. As

I am the oldest boy out of 3 siblings. In my family, spanking boys was very common. I was spoiled rotten by mom, dad, my aunt and grandmother (Nana) so many times, I acted like a spoiled brat, and was spanked for it from about age 4 to 10-ish years old. There were a couple I felt were unfair, like for not wearing underwear when told it was ok, or not taking the dog out in time. On the other hand, some were very well deserved like smoking cigarettes at 9 years old, or going into a dangerous area. There

Back in the 1980s, I would often end up at my aunt’s house to be babysat as my mom did a lot of weekend courses for her line of work at that time. I knew being at her house meant she was allowed to discipline me if necessary. One Saturday afternoon, I was allowed to head to the mall, but only if I took my cousin, Nancy, and her friend, Jessica, with me. I was thirteen and they were both eleven at the time. I really didn’t want them to come with me because I knew I would have to watch them and

I have a very vivid memory of an incident at home in around 1998 to 1999. My step sister is four years older than me, and was always in trouble. One day, we both were in our bedroom when she was smoking out the window, for the umpteen time. Our step mum had warned her many times. My mother left us and remarried when I was ten years old. My dad is a strict big man but he never hit us, his voice was enough. My step mum, on the other hand, is a petite woman who ruled her daughter

I would like to share a memory that happened in the early 1980s. My parents divorced when I was six years old. My Mom had been a stay-at-home mother since I was born, but after the divorce she went back to work, and needed to find someone to watch me over the summer. She arranged for my Aunt Janice, who was actually my Mom’s first cousin, to take care of me. Aunt Janice was an attractive woman of about forty at the time. She had a husband and a couple of teenage kids of her own, but when I stayed

I want to give a memory of a fateful day back in 1996 when I was caught shoplifting and taken back to my adopted parents’ house by a male officer. I was then 13 and had skipped school. I was a young Jamaican girl, first generation, living in Coventry. Me and few girls skipped school, sat in a park smoking, etc, and then we decided to try our luck at shoplifting some make-up. I was excited and nervous. We seemed to be doing okay, until we tried to leave the shop. Then their security grabbed me. My friends ran and

I grew up in the US Mid-West in a small town in a state where corporal punishment was no longer allowed, so I had never really come across this on a regular basis. I moved to the UK after college in 2012. I had friends who said they had been spanked, but my parents were ‘modern thinkers’ and didn’t believe in the use of corporal punishment. Everyone was aware spankings went on, mainly behind closed doors, but no one ever spoke about them; it was almost a taboo subject. That didn’t prevent it being a topic of interest, possibly due to the mystique. One

I want to send a spanking memory that happened not so long ago. I’ve dated many ladies here in UK, some were born here, but some moved here from Africa and brought their culture with them. I dated a beautiful devout Christian lady, and things were going great. Sadly, it did not work out. The lady in question had two teenage daughters whose father had left them when little, and still lived in Uganda. I dated her for about two years. After a few dates, I was introduced to her two daughters aged 13 and 15. They were very quiet