After I moved to the United Kingdom, I got to know Georgia, a tall and slim black woman with three children. Georgia was an high-earning academic and a determined single parent. Both at work and at home, she carried herself with a ‘no-nonsense attitude’ and had a natural inclination to be dominant and strict. Georgia […]

Andrea is an American mother living in a small, rural town. She has two daughters, who at the time of interview were aged eight and five. Can we start by talking about your own upbringing? I presume you were spanked as a girl? Who did it, and how was it administered? Yes, I was spanked when […]

I think I must have been around six years old and in my kindergarten class. It was winter time and I was wearing pantyhose under my dress that day. It had been snowing a lot and outside in the school yard was a large heap of snow which had been cleared from the ground. Us […]

I grew up in Texas during the 1960s, and my parents were traditional Southern Baptists.  Life for me and my brothers and sisters revolved around church, chores and family.  Our lives were governed by a strict Christian morality forbidding alcohol, smoking, gambling and even inappropriate dancing. Spanking was a central and Biblically-endorsed part of our […]

Some time ago, a young UK mother-of two named Louise published a series of comment pieces about family discipline in a blog entitled The Spanking Mum. For various reasons, Louise decided to discontinue the blog. However, she very kindly offered Maman the chance to reproduce some of its posts here as archive material, of which […]

Lauren may already be familiar to some of Maman’s readers thanks to her reminiscences about spankings she received both at home and at school. Now, she shares some observations from the ‘other side of the knee’, as she remembers bringing up her own two daughters. Thanks to your stories, we already know quite a bit […]

This is one of the many memories I have of growing up in a normal Catholic family in Ireland in the early 1990s. Neither my own bum, nor that of my older sister, were exactly strangers to the large jam-making wooden spoon our mother kept in the kitchen, and reserved for our bottoms when we […]