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

This was 1978 and the town was Enid, Oklahoma. My girlfriend, Rita, was 17 and her sister, Mary, was 15. Their parents were very strict with them and were firm believers in corporal punishment, no matter the age. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had gone over to pick up Rita and take her to her part-time job. She was a waitress at a family restaurant. Her parents only allowed her to work there on Friday evenings and on Saturday and Sunday. The rest of the week was dedicated to homework and chores. When I got to the house, I

Slippered by matron on the first night at prep school I was sent to prep school in York in 1966 at the age of 8 years old. My mother was very ill, so never saw me at prep school, but a picture was taken of me in my new herringbone suit with short trousers and school cap. That was the nearest she was to see me in my prep school uniform. My father, who was an old-fashioned military man, took me on my first day and, as soon as we arrived, he was taken into have tea with my new

As I had wrote about earlier, my family was very religious and had a set routine when my sisters or I needed a spanking. My grandpa, on the other hand, while a regular church goer wasn’t nearly as religious but a firm believer in spanking naughty children. Prior to this incident, my sisters and I had our bottoms warmed by him a time or two each, but this memory is from when I was 11. My grandpa lived on several acres of land. The back of the land, while very pretty, backed up to some public hunting ground. In the

I grew up in a very religious home with two sisters. We were the family that went to church each Sunday and participated in the Wednesday church activities. My parents were both involved in the church and my father would become an elder in the church. We were always expected to talk the talk and walk the walk especially when in public as the perfect Christian family. If we dared misbehave or go astray of the expectations, my parents were very quick to teach you a lesson via your bottom. My sisters and I were no strangers to spankings. They