The other day I was called to my daughter’s school because she and one of her friends had skipped a class. I was not happy with the situation and on the way home from school I scolded her and made it clear to her that when we got home she was to go to her room. When I had calmed down, I would come in and then she was going to get a spanking. At home, I was thinking of the following while calming down. I was 13 years old and my parents had started to phase out spanking as a way of

I was 9 years old and one summer, while visiting my maternal grandparents on the farm, I had my best friend Hannah with me. We loved spending time together, but often it also ended in some kind of trouble. We spent a week during the summer vacation on my grandparents’ farm, with not many other kids around to play with so we had to play by ourselves. We did well for a couple of days and grandmom did well to keep us entertained too. Where my grandparents’ garden ended, there was a forest that we were not allowed to play in, mostly because

I grew up in a Christian home which meant we went to church every Sunday. I was about 10 years old when this happened. Every year, our Sunday school went on a weekend tour staying in scout camp or a large summer house. I was now old enough that I was allowed to go on one of those trips. I was excited. On our way to church, mom told me I needed to behave while being away and to do what the teachers told me. To make sure I understood, she informed me that she would give me a spanking

I was 12 years old and as stated in a previous post I grew up in a Christian family. Every summer, our church had a weekly summer camp with many church activities, but also lots of time to just be around and play with kids both from my own church and from other churches. This summer, for some reason, both of my parents were still at work and had not taken a vacation yet, so we could not go this year and I was sad about it because I loved the times at those camps. One of my parents’ friends was a lady

My daughter and I spend New Year with my mom and dad, and during that time dad told the story about when I was 12 years old and was caught playing with fireworks. It was 1 January 1997, and I had been allowed to visit one my friends, a boy named Thomas, during my time at his house. Thomas and I found some small fireworks that were left over from the night before and we started to light some of them and tie some of them together to maybe get a bigger explosion. Of course, it made some noise and

Recently, my wife, Christina, and I were talking about things we did in high school. We knew one another back then because we were from a small town, but we weren’t really friends. She is a year younger than me. I mentioned that I used to see her sometimes at the Johnson girl’s house. I told her I thought they were kind of trouble-makers. Christina was always more of the type that followed the rules, and I always thought it was odd she hung around with Sheila and Cathy Johnson. Sheila was a year younger than me, and Cathy was

I own an automobile and truck sales and repair business in a small Indiana town. I have several repair technicians working in the shop and two women working in the office on alternate days. I personally am in and out a lot and not always on site. I can keep an eye on things through my iPhone. All transactions, inventory and emails can be monitored through apps on my personal phone. One day in late March 2020, I was on my sales lot and noticed an email alert on my phone. When I went to open it, it had been

Several years ago I started dating a woman named Becky. We were both in our early 40s. We were in a restaurant and a couple of teenagers were being rude and disrespectful near us. Becky said to me: “I don’t know what it is with kids today. Most of them act as if they need a good spanking.” This kinda really caught me off guard. I had always had an interest in spanking for as long as I could remember, and her bringing this up kind of struck a nerve instantly. I asked her if she was spanked growing up.

Reading a story on ‘over the desk’ gave me the final push I needed to visit a dominatrix and experience corporal punishment for myself. Please don’t ask why. I have asked myself the same question a million times. I made the booking and went last week. I did not write straight away as I thought it right to calm myself down and try to take a reasoned view. I wanted more than anything to experience a caning. I could hardly get the words out when I rang. I was asked a lot of questions; I could hardly speak sometimes. I agreed