I grew up in a small Indiana town. It was just my mom and my brother, who was a year younger than myself. We had been alone since I was about five years old. My dad left my mom and us, and we hadn’t heard from him in years. When I was about twelve years old, my mom started dating a man who, after a year, became my stepdad. My mom had used little discipline on us. She threatened us with a paddle every once in a while, but she never followed through. So, after the time I was about

When I was in the sixth form at school, we had a girl named Marilyn join us. She was a pretty large girl, the daughter of a local scrap dealer who had made a fortune and had sent his girl to a better school ‘to get ‘er educated, like,’ or so he said. It was rumoured he could hardly read or write but he could sure make money and he wanted his girl to have what he never had. I got on well with her and we became quite good friends. Unlike some of the girls, I was no snob

When I was 12 to 13 years old in the early 1980s, I had extra lessons with a private female tutor in her large Victorian semi-detached house. Ms Booth, the lady, was a retired head teacher in her late 60s; she was a well-dressed and strict lady. Each week, usually on Saturday mornings, I would cycle to her house, leaving my bike unlocked around the back of her house, and knock at the back door. I was usually waved in from the dining room window, removing my shoes and entering the dining room. A lesson lasted between an hour to

This memory follows on very closely from the last one, when I was 15. In fact, at the beginning of this story my bum was probably still bearing the marks of the spanking I received that day. Being brought home by the police had the unexpected and undeserved consequence that for a while I had a reputation as a ‘bad girl’. Real ‘bad girls’ wanted to be my friend and boys were suddenly more interested in me. I didn’t want to be friends with the bad girls, I got enough spankings already, but I admit I quite enjoyed getting attention

After three years at the girls’ school from age 11 to 14, I spent the last two years of my education at the High school in town. Corporal punishment was used there, but it was almost always boys who got it. Sometimes girls did, for serious offences, but I was not one of them and my days of being spanked at school were over. However, at home I was still subject to the same regime. The most common punishment I and most other girls received at the High School was after-school detention. I found myself kept in after school on

This is a memory of the only time my mom spanked me with a belt, and really actually spanked me at all. My dad was away for a couple days due to his job so when I had gotten in trouble for hurting another kid it was only my mom there to deal out any punishment. If my mom punished at all, it was normally having to sit in my room or occasionally she soaped out my mouth. I was 11 years old at the time and I guess she felt, since I caused another kid a little pain by

I was about 7 or 8 when this happened. One morning, I was cranky and for some reason I would not listen to my mom and refused to put on the clothes she had put out for me. She did not put up with my fuss, and after a few minutes told me she had enough. She put me over her knee and spanked my bare bottom with her hand 8 times. I cried. She told me to get dressed or she would go get the wooden spoon. This time, I did as I was told. I had not learned

When I was younger, I had a best friend who lived just down the street, and we spent most of our weekends together playing make-believe in her basement and building forts. She had an uncle who eventually ended up moving into their basement for a time while he was in between places and that overtook our play area. One weekend when I was around 10 years old, we were playing all afternoon. We watched movies and ate popcorn, and eventually ended up falling asleep in our fort. The next morning, we were playing hide-and-go-seek and I ended up hiding in

My daughter was at a sleepover this weekend. She was supposed to be at her friend’s house from Friday to Sunday, and then I was going to pick her up Sunday afternoon. But Saturday afternoon, I was called by the girl’s mom and was informed I had to come and pick my daughter up. Both girls had behaved badly, first by not doing as they were told around bedtime, and then Saturday morning they had played ball indoors and had broken a window. The mom had told them both that the sleepover was over, and then she called me. I

When I was child I always spent some time with my grandparents during vacations. I think this incident happened when I was aged 5 or 6. I was spending a week on my mom’s parents’ farm. My dad was on a trip for work and my mom brought me there before she drove to the airport to fly and surprise my dad and spend some time with him. After dinner on the first day, it was time for my mom to leave and we went to the courtyard to wave and say goodbye. Before she got in the car, my