My First and Second Spanking

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 […]

ABDL Hospital Part 7

By the time dinner was ready, Denise had taken Janice out of her playpen. She had her crawl to the dining area. She was supervised by a nurse. This was as all babysitters of the baby women were. The nurse allowed Denise to care for Janice. However, the nurse would be there if Janice caused […]

who,s the hardest spanker ,mum or dad ?

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. […]

Going Home

They say “You should never go back”, but that is exactly what I did. I had no great expectations that everything would be the same, after all it was thirty years since I visited my home town. Yet I stood on the pavement on a cold and wet afternoon looking at a sign on a […]

Remebrance III

Grab it tightly now. Think back to that warm summer afternoon so many years ago……. You were 11 years old. Layed over your stepmom’s lap with your bare bottom exposed. Receiving the sting and bite of 30 smacks from a wooden hairbrush. Your stepmom had come home from a tennis match and caught you making […]

Brian’s Day at the Pool

This story involves the spanking of a juvenile male by his mother. If you are a minor, or this type of story offends you please stop reading. The situations depicted in this story are fictional, any resemblance to actual persons or circumstances is coincidental. If this story is reproduced electronically, or otherwise, proper attribution is […]

Candy Store Owner Part 1

Spanking has been a fascination of mine ever since I can remember. I grew up in the late fifties and early sixties as the only child of a conservative, middle-class family. I was spanked frequently, and although I did not enjoy it at the time, my mind dwelt endlessly on it. In those days, discipline […]