In the state where I grew up, there was a law against corporal punishment by teachers, but school principals were allowed to spank misbehaving students. Some principals never spanked, others did. There had to be another adult present as a witness. My mother was a school secretary. I remember her telling me once that she had to observe a boy getting a spanking with a ruler on the seat of his trousers. At that time, grades eight through twelve were included in high school. I started the eighth grade in1950. Physical Education was a required class three times a week.
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 sent to two private preparatory schools. In the first, there was a change of headmaster half way through when l was about 8 years old. The incoming owner was a tarter. He seemed to hate boys and would shout and scream violently at us. The gym shoe was quite often in use. I hated it and developed asthma and acute stomach pains. Eventually, my parents took me away and sent me to board elsewhere. Here, the cane was in frequent use, as well as the gym shoe, but the atmosphere was totally different. It was all done in a
I attended a boys’ grammar school in the late fifties/early sixties. Discipline was strict as was generally the case in those days. The slipper, or plimsoll, was in frequent use in the classroom to maintain order, or for poor work, failure to do homework properly, or failure to answer class questions. We had a house system, even though it was a day school, mainly for competitions and games. Housemasters could cane us, as well of course as the Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster. My first two caning experiences were at the hands of my Housemaster. The first, I have already described
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
My husband Tom and I had been working 7 days on various projects since Christmas and thank goodness our diaries both worked out for a quiet week last week. So we rented a small cottage in Norfolk to get some rest and recuperation, and to do some walking and bird watching. On Tuesday evening, we decided to go to a local wetland reserve with tall reed beds and some trees where starling murmurations were a regular occurrence. We had been told about the starlings by the lady in the pub just down from the cottage the evening before. Armed with our binoculars and camera,
I have enjoyed reading about sorority experiences on your website. I myself trace my interest in spanking to my sorority days. I went to a prestigious women’s college from 1990-94 and joined one of the oldest sororities in the country. I wasn’t really interested in sororities, but I pledged because my mother, aunts, and grandmother had all been members in their college days, and it was important to them that I join. Before joining, another recruit told me she heard that they use spanking and paddling for discipline. I asked my mother and she said it was true. I hadn’t been spanked as
I’ve written before about my first two slipperings, which were delivered by my father at the ages of ten and eleven. My third experience of corporal punishment came about six months later and was delivered by my aunt. My brother, Felipe, and I were staying with her, as our parents had gone away for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary. If you can call what happened an overreaction, as I do, and did at the time, the stress of managing two unruly eleven-year-olds for my aunt, who was quite a bit older than her brother, my dad, perhaps explains