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

I attended an all-boys grammar school in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Most teachers used corporal punishment to some degree, mainly the slipper, which was a thin rubber soled gym shoe. Some just used the palm of their hand to impart whacks, as we called them. This would usually be to the seat of a boy’s trousers while he bent over in an attempt to touch his toes. Sometimes a boy would bend over a desk, and small boys might be taken over the teacher’s lap. For more serious offences, a boy might have to report to a teacher

I was 8 or 9 years old, and our class in a mixed junior school was evenly split 12boys/12 girls. Handy for things like dancing lessons which we had to do, unless someone was absent, of course. Our teacher, Miss A, was a pretty, probably early 30s lady, blond hair, slim with a kind smile. She could, however, be a strict teacher when her mind was set. In the summer term, we had a student teacher, Miss P, a tall, slightly chubby lady, if I remember correctly, but she was very good at games and also read stories wonderfully at the end of the day.

Spanking had been banned for over two decades by the time I started at St Martin’s, a girls grammar school in all but name. They prided themselves on strict discipline, and the slipper and the cane had been a regular occurrence, both in and out of class, 20 or 30 years before. However, since it was outlawed, they had to be more imaginative. Detentions were common, both single and full class ones. Suspensions were also used, but only where other options were proving futile. However, the single most effective method of control was a sternly worded letter home. In this, the teacher or head teacher

I’m in the tenth grade at high school in the state of Georgia. It has always had the paddle available as a punishment, although its use had been dying out until a couple of years ago. Then it started to be used more frequently, mainly for boys, but we girls also found we were not exempt. I had never been paddled. I was sent to see the principal, Mr J, about 6 months ago when my work started to deteriorate and I was getting to classes either just in time or a few seconds late. I guess my teachers kind