The date was Sunday, November 21, 1961, and I remember it well. This was the day I received the most swats (80) in one session and I enjoyed it immensely on one hand, yet on the other hand I became a bit scared when my love for being paddled was almost discovered. It was also my first over-the-desk session. 80 swats sounds like a lot, but he did not hit us hard. His main goal was to make our butts sting and to break our will. I was in the afternoon church service and the priest, Bishop McK, was giving

It was about two weeks since my last spanking from Bishop M. It was the latter part of November 1957 and I soon would be feeling the heat again. I remember the teachers were still talking about the recent launch of the Sputnik 2 that had a dog in it. During lunch period, I was sitting with my fellow 4th grade Cathy and two third graders, Donna and Betty.  We were talking about the events that led up to the assassination of our founder and first modern day prophet, J Smith. Him and his brother, H, were killed on June 27 1844

As healthy 12-year old’s, Cathy, Sally, and me often found the compound and its school very boring. Even though it was in the swinging sixties, the school imposed strict rules regarding what we could do, where we could go, whom we could see and how we were allowed to dress. It was for this reason that we regularly seemed to find some trouble to get into.  In fact, I had just received a spanking the week before for not hanging my school clothes up after changing into my play clothes. Each of us was dressed in the regulation school uniform

One of the puzzling things about Bishop M was, as a rule, he was fairly consistent in the way he conducted his paddling sessions, but on some occasions, he would deviate from the ‘norm’. Although he never fondled us or touched us inappropriately like some I have read about, looking back on those days I now believe that he got some type of thrill out of spanking us. This particular session especially makes me believe that. Our classes ended at 3:00 pm and we got to spend the next 2 1/2 hours playing outside. When the final class bell rang,

This was the first of only two times I misbehaved on purpose in order to get a spanking. It was February of 1961 and I had just turned 13. I found myself thinking about paddling quite often. On this particular day, I was really craving to be paddled, but I knew that you just don’t get it on demand. I remember the mental conflict I had within myself because I did not realize that this desire was as common as it was. I really thought something was wrong with me. It was around 4:30 on a Friday and I was

It was the first week in May 1957, just three weeks from the end of the school year, and everyone was looking forward to the summer break. Unlike ‘normal’ kids who stayed at individual homes during the summer, we still remained here when the school year was over because this was our home too. I was sitting in class waiting for the day’s final bell to ring. At 3:00 it rang, and we quickly headed to our living quarters to change into play clothes so we could go outside. On Fridays, we were allowed to play outside until 5:15, and

It was now late November of 1958. This was the year I began to suspect something was odd about the way Bishop M conducted the spanking sessions, but due to the times, my young age, and the atmosphere of being in a isolated religious cult, I did not realize that he was getting his kinks from spanking us. He just made us do strange things, as will be noted in this story and the next few. In our school, we went to school from 8:00 am to 3:00 pm Monday through Friday. Most of the time, we had to wear

While some might argue that ‘bishop’ M was just doing his job in spanking us, I have no doubt he enjoyed these sessions. If he had wanted just to give us correction, he could have really busted our tails. Instead, he gave us a lot of light swats with a light paddle that stung, but really did not hurt; that is, when he did not use his hand. I think he did things the way he did because he liked being in control. In our cult compound school, we went to school from 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Monday through

It was around the ages of 9 or 10 that I began to feel strange feelings. In the cult environment I was raised in, you had no one to talk to or ask about these sensations. As I have read elsewhere, we were groomed for this and I have zero doubt ‘the bishop’ enjoyed spanking us. Instead of hitting us real hard for a few times, he would give us many, many light whacks, something he sometimes called a ‘slow roasting’ or a ‘bottom warming’. My parents immigrated from Germany in 1957. I was born in 1963 and in 1966 my parents were

Up until I fled the compound in 1976, I was part of a religious cult where you were often married off to a ‘bishop’ by the time you were 15. We were in a compound located in Hillsdale, Arizona. I was born in 1948 and spent the next 28 years there. Many reports have been released regarding the perversion of the church leaders in regards to punishment. I have written some accounts of my encounters with being spanked and how in some strange way, I came to like it some. It was approximately two months after my first night session when I would