I’d like to relate my spanking experience. This happened when I was about 7 or 8 years old, so it would have been about 1966 or so.  I live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We lived in a mostly German neighborhood filled with wonderful people. I had a friend I hung around with all the time. His name was Robert; his family was very German as was mine, but they spoke it around the house all the time, unlike mine. Robert and I liked getting into all kinds of mischief. We especially enjoyed teasing his grandfather, who they called grandfather, not by

I suppose the spanking that made the greatest impression on me during my childhood happened when I was around fourteen years old and it didn’t happen to me. In those days, back in the 1970s, there was nothing unusual in being spanked at home or in school. I had the odd smack myself and had seen or heard a few of my friends and schoolmates being punished. Nothing particularly severe although of course I heard stories in the playground about terrible beatings inflicted on other children. It had never been anyone I knew well. The punishment I am about to

This is a true memory spanning a half century or so. Not quite your usual submission, it has already been put up on Experience Project. I do not know if this presents a problem for you or them. I have not been as explicit as you might like because it is painful to write about and much of the details have been forgotten. In my communications with the local child services bureaucrats trying to get therapy for my autistic daughter I had the bright idea of including in the email list of recipients my sister who was a journalist in