I attended an all-boys grammar school in the late fifties/early sixties. Corporal punishment was used fairly extensively throughout the school. Most teachers, even the three female teachers, had a slipper to hand for classroom disruption, poor work, poor homework etc. We had a nominal House system, pretending to be a public school, I think, and Housemasters could cane us, as could the Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster of course. All punishments were normally delivered over two layers of clothing, trousers and underpants, but there had to be an exception, and that would be Gym classes or PE (Physical Education). I have

During my time at the boys grammar school I attended, I had several canings and slipperings from age 14 to 18. My first one was when I was 14 years old, my last one was when I was 18 on my last day at school. On the final day of term I was caught out of bounds and in a public house drinking beer. This was to be a 12 stroke caning on my bare backside for the two offences. Straight after lunch, I was called to the headmaster’s study. On arriving outside his study, there were five other boys

I was aged 14 and in the third form when I got my first caning. I had been caught along with two other lads smoking and the three of us knew we would be caned because that was the standard punishment. So, it was no surprise when the headmaster sent for us to report to his study. On entering the headmaster’s study, I was surprised to see three chairs all in a row, with the crook-handled cane lying on his desk. We were instructed to take off our trousers and underpants, raise our shirts and bend over one of the

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

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