Hi, my name is Sarah. I was born in 1948 and grew up in what is sometimes referred to as the ‘bible-belt’. Having been raised on a dairy farm in the era of ‘spare the rod; spoil the child’, along with no real way of enforcing groundings, my siblings, cousins, and younger Aunts and Uncle were no strangers to early bedtimes and/or a stinging bum. I honestly never thought I’d be writing about this. However, the pandemic has led me to seek conversation in places that I wouldn’t have even thought of if not stuck here all by myself. About

I got married too young at 20 years old to a gal 5 years older, and after a couple of years the relationship was about done. In this marriage, she would sometimes give me light spankings on my bare bottom but nothing real severe. She was the aggressor of these mild spankings, which I loved most about her. I did crave real spankings, so one day I suggested she give me real spankings and maybe things would get better. This surprised her. She thought I was just letting her do what she wanted. I informed her that I actually liked

I am a guy in my mid 50s who was brought up in the 1960s and 70s when corporal punishment was common place and a fairly normal method of dealing with poor behaviour. During my youth my father worked away a lot and my mother was therefore responsible for dealing with my sisters and I on her own for extended periods. Whilst we were not bad children it is fair to say we could be challenging at times, and therefore my mother resorted to what seemed like fairly harsh punishments, but in truth were only ensuring we didn’t stray too