My name is Jennifer and I’m 42 years old. I have two grown-up daughters (20 and 22 at the time of writing) and two grown-up stepdaughters (19 and 21). The last one of my girls just left the house to live on her own. Fifteen years ago, my best friend died of leukaemia. My husband […]

When I was 13, I became friends with another boy in my village who was two years younger. As was not uncommon at the time, we were both still getting our bottoms smacked when our parents felt it necessary. Less common was that for both of us, the main disciplinarian was our mother. With me, […]

My mom had to raise me on her own for the first few years of my life. Working two jobs was pretty rough on her and she hardly had time to spend with me. Soon after I turned five, my mom got a job which allowed her to work at home. This finally gave her […]

It is now 50 years ago that I visited an aunt with my mother. On arrival, we were shown into the dining room and my aunt apologised for asking us to wait, as she had a job to finish upstairs. As we sat down we could hear my aunt sharply issuing instructions and the pleading […]

I was smacked quite regularly when a child. I can’t remember how old I was when I started getting spanked, but I don’t think the spankings lasted much beyond my second year at senior school – that would be age 12 or 13 in the UK. I was often rude or disobedient, so I earned a […]

Unfortunately for me, my parents were not opposed to baring naughty bottoms, should the behaviour warrant it. They believed in smacking them until they were so sore that the culprit could not sit down comfortably for quite some time. Sometimes this was done in private and sometimes in front of others – but nearly always, […]

In the winter of 1975, I was a little girl of seven years old and my grandfather on my mom’s side had just passed away. Mother inherited an antique mirror that she had adored since she was a little girl. This mirror was a very old one. She placed it in the hallway and warned […]