Domestic Discipline

Can anyone provided samples of references to spanking in ‘normal’ books? I am not talking about books produced specifically for erotic purposes, but books where spanking is mentioned in passing. For example, Mary McCarthy’s Autobiography (Memories of a Catholic Childhood) goes into some detail of the spankings she had on her bare bottom from her foster uncle and aunt (belt from him, hairbrush from her) Roald Dahl in “Boy” decribes many of the canings he had in two schools, one a Prep School in Cardiff, the other in Public School. When I was in the Royal Navy I remember reading the story of Dartmouth College for Midshipmen. This described the beatings given to the cadets. One of my fellow officers told me of the beatings he had been given when he was at that college, and confirmed that the ...

During my formative years, I used to spend the summer holidays with my Aunt Sue and her daughter Sally. I admired my cousin very much, and wanted to impress her – but she always seemed to treat me as much younger than she was, although there was less than a year between us . Sally was very pretty, with coppery hair, brown eyes and a warm cheerful face that was never far from a smile. My mother often pointed out to me how much better behaved Sally was than I, and it was well known that her mother had used spanking as the main punishment when Sally was younger. What I didn’t realize for some time was that Aunt Sue had no hesitation in giving her daughter a good hiding . One summer, I was staying for some weeks with my aunt. As usual, I was trying to show Sally that I was ‘grown up’ and so on...

This is my recollection of a good spanking my mother gave me – I now consider it as one of the most educational things ever in my life! I was the oldest child in my family (one brother and one sister) . My mother spanked me for anything and everything. Hardly a month went by without me having to have my bottom spanked. However, it appeared that my sister and brother never got spanked at all This waseven if they did or didn’t do the same exact things that I got spanked for. I guess I was the trend-setter as both Mother and Father were the youngest children in their families and this was a learning experience for all of us! One spring day I was incredibly disobedient and constantly talking back to my mother. I was warned many times to behave but just didn’t listen. After arguing with my moth...

From quite a young age, I had this all-consuming desire for a woman I knew had punished her offspring with spankings, to discipline me in the same way. I’m not sure where this desire sprung from. It was almost certainly not from my own upbringing. My parents spanked me only very occasionally when I was very young. These were just quick slaps, not some big ritual or anything. Nevertheless, my curiosity and obsession with the act grew as the years went on. Finally, I got the courage up to occasionally hint about the subject to a few older ladies whom I knew. However, short of actually asking them I was nervous as well as curious! I finally hit the jackpot with Brenda. She was a work colleague. We got to know each other well enough for me to drop round to her place occasionally, out of work h...

Having been spanked by both parents I can honestly say that mothers’ spankings were far worse than fathers’. Father used to give me a set number of whacks usually about twelve with a plimsoll, However mothers’ was a very different story. She took over my spankings because she thought my father was not strict enough. It was always the same routine, Upstairs to her bedroom, a long lecture then the main event, she,d pull out the chair from her dressing table, then take me across her knee then she,d roast my backside with her large wooden hairbrush, I used to howl more than I ever did with Father. Shed administer anything from twenty minimum to fifty whacks My backside was on fire for hours after she,d finished with me. Response In my case, the most painful spankings were from Dad. Mom used to...

Lori often came over to babysit me, sometimes three or four times a week. Mother and father often went out at night to be alone and left me in her care. Because I never received much attention from my mother and father, I would sometimes act like a brat just to get Lori’s attention when she was over. For several months, the worst I ever got in retribution was a scolding. I continued to step further and further from the bounds of good behavior, openly flaunting my disdain for Lori’s ‘rules’. “I don’t care what you say, Lori,” I would often say. “You are not my mother!” One evening, I threw the garbage from the trash can all over the kitchen floor. Lori entered quickly following the commotion and threw up her hands. “That’s it, young man!” she hissed in low tones. “I may not be you...

Approaching my second year at university, I was really stuck as to accommodation. A planned house share had fallen through, many of the other options were too far away from the campus (I was a music student and needed to practice regularly) and there was no space left in the halls of residence. Finally, I came across a small ad in a newsagent advertising a room. The positives: it was cheap and about two minutes walk from the rehearsal rooms. The negatives: it was in a family home, and that didn’t quite fit in with my bohemian aspirations of student independence! I finally decided to call the number on the card anyway – as I say, things were getting desperate and I had nowhere else to go once the term ended. The woman on the other end of the line seemed as surprised to get the call as I was...

My first and second spankings were both given to me by my mother – about 15 minutes apart. It was morning, and we were in the kitchen. I was sitting at the table in just my T-shirt and underpants. Mother wanted me to eat my oatmeal and I refused. Finally, she sat down next to me and tried to spoon-feed me, just as she had when I was a baby. I wanted nothing to do with this, so I refused to even open my mouth and kept turning my head from side to side. After a few attempts, mother put the spoon down on the table, reached over for me, grabbed me under my arms, and pulled me across her lap. I had never been spanked before and was completely unaware that I was now going to receive the first of many meetings with Mother firm but fair hand. Mother was very gentle and kind – she slapped my bottom...

I grew up a somewhat undisciplined child – I was adopted at the age of three and my new parents were too afraid to give me what I needed (i.e. a damn good spanking) for fear of having me taken away. So by the time I was in my teens, I pretty much got away with everything. Then one day I came home to find my mother and her friend Mrs Johnson, from a few houses down the block, talking at the dining table. Without any thought, I interrupted their conversation to ask my mom something. My mother ignored my rudeness. Mrs Johnson did not. Instead, she reached out and grabbed one of my wrists. She then looked me straight in the eye, and said: “If you were one of my children, I’d wallop your behind for interrupting like that!” I thought of what she said for weeks afterwards. I’m not sure how much l...

I am now 50 years old, but I can still remember the spankings I received when I was younger. I grew up in a household of four girls, and neither Mother nor Father had any qualms about giving our backsides a good spanking if we stepped out of line. My parents kept a duck egg blue wooden paddle in the hallway just for such occasions. If we were disobedient or naughty, we would be spanked on the spot. Mother would grab the paddle, and spank us, usually in a standing position. She would hold our hands out of the way while administering a very sound smacking. I can recall one memorable event when we went on a family holiday in 1977. It was a hot summer’s day and we were driving around the shores of a popular lake. Father was driving and Mother was in the passenger’s seat – with four fractious y...

When I was younger, I got caught bullying my neighbour’s daughter. Unfortunately for me, the girl’s mother was good friends with my mum, so after she caught me teasing her daughter, she phoned my mother straight away. My mum asked her friend to pass the phone over to me. The next thing I heard was Mum telling me that as soon as she got home from work, I was going to get leathered for my misbehaviour. I had no doubt that I was in serious trouble, as Mum always followed through with her threats. Sure enough, no sooner had she walked in through the door that night than she dragged me by the ear to my bedroom. Once we got to my room, Mum ordered me to lie down on the bed. She then proceeded to take the belt off the jeans she was wearing that day, then absolutely leathered my backside. The thra...

One morning, when I was 10 years old, I had a school test I hadn’t revised for. My lack of application to my school work had already been the source of a ‘conversation’ between me and my dad several weeks before and I knew that my performance in this test would probably earn me another bare-bottomed appointment with him. I decided the best thing to do was pretend to be sick. So when Mom came in to see why I hadn’t showered or appeared at the breakfast table, I told her I had a bad stomach ache. I was pretty good at hamming it up, and my mother looked at me in a concerned way, though somewhat sceptically. I guess she knew children would be children! “I’d better get the thermometer and take your temperature,” she said. I had been cute enough to foresee this move on Mom’s part and had a plan,...