This is Trina. I imagine that most of the memories of a bare-bottom paddling at school are fictional, but this one actually happened to me when I was in 11th grade. I remember it vividly so have been able to recreate it in some detail with the help of my husband Tony, who is a writer. My high school had an award-winning choir that competed against other schools and went to the state choir competition every year, winning in my freshman and senior years. It was a very large choir, about 160 students, and you had to audition to get in.

I went to a primary school back in the day when each teacher was allowed to have his or her own paddle. Typically, the students were punished out in the hall fully dressed, but one time when I was in third grade I was paddled over my panties in front of the whole class. I will never forget our third-grade teacher’s name: Miss B. She looked like she drank a whole lot of beer, she was huge. She was quite strict and with no sense of humor. Every week at least one kid, almost always a boy, got a paddling

Both mom and dad spanked me and my siblings as a child, mostly dad did it but when he was not around mom had no problems in doing it herself. As I remember, this was the last time mom spanked me. I was 11 years old and had asked mom if I could play with my friend, Thomas, but instead I went to a boy from class whose name was Jakob. His mom was not home and I was not allowed to be home with someone without a parent being there. That is why I told mom I went to

I attended high school in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in the 1960s, when corporal punishment was still in use. The Assistant Principal for Discipline had a school-style paddle, about two-feet long, half handle and half spanking area, and I believe 5/8 of an inch thick. When teachers had an unruly student, they would send the boy, it was always boys, to the office with a note. This was a very strict school with an especially strict dress code. Boys had to have their hair cut above their collar, and girls were made to kneel on the floor to prove that their skirts

This happened when I was 7 or 8. We lived in a lovely neighbourhood, and some of the neighbours belonged to the same church as us. Our closest neighbour was an elderly lady. All the kids loved her and we were often invited to her house to taste the fruits and berries that were in her garden. The garden also had a lot of beautiful flowers, and I wanted to give my mom a lovely bouquet but did not have money to buy one, so I went to our neighbour’s garden and started to pick one myself. The elderly lady saw what I did, came

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

Southern California in the early seventies is the setting for the events I will describe. I attended elementary school in a suburban city in San Gabriel Valley. You might think California is a liberal state where they didn’t apply corporal punishment in school, but you would be wrong. I witnessed numerous paddlings in front of the class from 1st through 3rd grades. Once I was in 4th grade, there was never any hint of paddlings, so maybe there was some legislation or a school policy that ended that practice. It’s also possible Mrs C simply chose not to use corporal punishment. Our first

When I was growing up, kids got paddled at school. No one thought much about it. I think they did send a form home at the beginning of the year for parents to sign if they didn’t want corporal punishment used on their son or daughter, but I don’t think many of them came back to school signed. Boys got paddled way more often than girls. Those of us of the fairer sex were typically assigned detention instead, which was fine with me. I was usually really good. I had received more than my fair share of detentions, but normally just for talking in class

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