Cornertime Confidential

The Cornertime Confidential blog www.cornertimeconfidential.blogspot.com is home to jake—a middle thriving in a Daddy/boy relationship—and a bunch of different guest bloggers. We cover the world of adult boys, if you see something we're not covering, tell us! While this blog is not intended to ever be pornographic, it's not appropriate for you, unless you are over 18.

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When you are Daddy's boy, he may expect you to get more than a red bottom. As one who has been well-whipped as a Daddy's adult son, I came home from a week of travel this week, and found that this was my "end result."

Daddy turned me over, pressed on my lower back and did this to me.

If you are a boy whose Daddy expects to enter your life this way, then you might want to read about how to be Daddy's Gold Star boy. Your rear is his playground. And whether he just paddles you or if he does this to you, you need to know how to do this willingly and well, so he keep coming back to fill that up for the next time and the next time and the next time.

Read some good detail about how to do this well, right here at Cornertime Confidential:

https://cornertimeconfidential.blogspot.com/2026/05/bottoms-up-users-guide-to-your-heinie.html

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I hope you can! See the entire collection here.

Dear Readers, I've begun writing a Handbook on Daddy/boy Domestic Discipline. I'd love to hear your input. I would love to hear particularly from boys who are currently in or have been in Dom/sub or Daddy/boy relationships where Spanking has played an important role. 

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Conversations With our Spanking Elders & Betters

Though my friend eddie knapps left this world a while ago, (Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to get maudlin here. He’d hate that.), his legacy lives on. eddie was the first adult boy I ever met. It was the 1990s and he was a bit of a star before there were stars in the Spanking world.

He comes from a time when there was not real internet until about 1993, and then thanks to something like Compuserve or some such, we met up "online." Finally he came to D.C. and we began setting up Spanking dates for us to be Spanked as brothers or best friends by Daddys I knew or he knew. 

In this blogpost, eddie tells the story of what it is to be an adult boy and how we're different from other boys. 

Unfortunately I don't have any face shots of eddie, unsurprisingly. But we got Spankings together and he was a real hero for me.

I was rummaging around in my old print-outs from the 1990s and saw a lengthy, insight-filled correspondence he sent on Monday, January 19, 1998. Looks like he was snowed in somewhere in the Midwest and had time to type out his thoughts on a conversation we’d been having about a new Daddy he’d been seeing in Ohio.

"A boy getting a Spanking can wiggle and kick, but do virtually nothing to interrupt or intervene in his punishment."

I’m including this correspondence because eddie’s email provides some excellent insights on issues we all care about here at Cornertime Confidential:

Crying (How sometimes crying doesn’t happen. How it can be triggered from a genuine space.),

Men Who Spank, (Our authority figure triggers)

badboys, big teens, and frat boys, ("bottoms," "butts," and "asses"),

Cornertime and how Daddys can implement it well

The Hairbrush and The bath bat or bath brush, and

The Challenge of Authenticity: How Spankings can be too real for some people; why so many feel that formalized S&M is grown up, and Daddy/boy Spankings are not. 

From eddie:

The Daddy I’ve been communicating with is stern, but not some kinda sadist, so don’t worry about that. And well, I’m not a masochist in the strictest sense of the term. I’m just a badboy. I get a good talkin’ to, Cornertime, and down time to recover from the racing heartbeat, pulse, etc.

A "big teen" Spanking

Though obviously Spanking(s) is/are the central element of M/b (Man/boy) Discipline, they are not the only element.

Lecturing

Cornertime

Writing lines

Revocation of pants privileges

Display and humiliation of the exposed rumpus, etc.

These are all part of a Daddys arsenal when punishing his boy, and reminding brats like you and me that we are, indeed, nothing but overgrown brats.

The Spankings are separated and well-paced so as to allow the boy to feel the dread of knowing another is in store for later, though he won’t know exactly when. Too, “constant” Spanking tends to soon result in “leather rump,” where the skin of the boy’s fanny seems to thicken and his behind goes almost numb, which defeats the purpose of The Spanking, which is, after all, to create burning discomfort in that misbehaving bottom!

"...most of my Daddys spank firmly and briskly with The Hairbrush,"

Generally, I’d say most of my Daddys Spank firmly and briskly with The Hairbrush, ‘til my bottom is thrashing around on their laps, my legs are kickin’ plenty, and I’m pleading and sniffling. If I start to really bawl, Spanking continues ‘til I am crying constantly and forcefully, for being a “crybaby” or being given “something to cry about” is a true sign of just what a boy I am.

When Daddy’s satisfied I have learned (or at least am learning) my lesson, I get sent to stand or kneel in The Corner to “think about it” and display my red bottom to him and whoever else is present. After 10 minutes or so, I’m either allowed to leave The Corner (though usually not allowed to cover my fanny),face further embarrassing Punishment (rectal temp checks, enemas, butt plugging, writing lines, chores, and other things), or taken by the ear, marched back to the “Place of Punishment”—usually The Spanking Chair—pulled over Daddy’s knee and Spanked some more.

I have known true badboys who favor the leather strop or The Belt as the best way to correct them, and Daddys who swear they are the most effective instruments of Discipline. This sometimes has to do with how the boys (or the Men Who Spank) were punished growing up, especially as teenagers.

"The bent-over boy [standing on his own two feet] is expected to maintain enough self-control to remain in that position ‘til his Punishment is over; the boy held over a Man’s knee has no self-control."

At the same time, I guess, there are “badboys” and there are “badboys!” Boys who get The Hairbrush are usually boys who get their pants pulled down, get turned over Daddy’s lap, get Spanked until they kick and cry. boys who get the strap (or larger paddles, for that matter) are often allowed to “let” their own pants down, bend over, or go over the bed or the arm of a chair, etc., and get whipped ‘til they hollar.

"Both hurt a great deal, but the boy who gets a whipping  gets to hold to just a little bit of his “manly” dignity..."

I guess what I’m saying is there is something a little more “grow-up” about The Belt and a whipping (or the paddle and paddling) than about The Hairbrush and a Spanking. Both hurt a great deal, but the boy who gets a whippin' gets to hold to just a little bit of his “manly” dignity (exposing his own rear vs. having it exposed, for example), while the boy who gets Spanked does not.

The bent-over boy [standing on his own two feet] is expected to maintain enough self-control to remain in that position ‘til his Punishment is over; the boy held over a Man’s knee has no self-control. In that very awkward and extremely juvenile position, he is pretty much helpless. The Man Who Spanks is in total control. A boy getting whipped can jump up, grab his stinging fanny, etc., and high-tail it out of there. A boy getting a Spanking can wiggle and kick, but do virtually nothing to interrupt or intervene in his punishment.

Certainly, I’ve known boys who take very severe lickings who nonetheless rarely if ever go over the knee. I’d divide boys like us, I guess into three general categories:

“Frat boys” have “asses.” We're boys, we have “bottoms.” 

Frat boys—guys into more ritualized paddlings

“big teens”—boys who get paddled or whipped, but rarely or never Spanked, and

“badboys” or “brats”—who almost always get Spanked over the knee.

You could argue that “Frat boys” have “asses,” “big teens” have “butts, and we have “bottoms.”

Interestingly, I know guys who are into S&M and they will do literally anything, kiss boots, get tied up, slapped, punched, take hot wax, ball-stretching, titclamps, really big dildos, whipped all over—all of this in public even—and yet they would never get an over-the-knee Spanking to tears. The reason at least some have told me is that it would be too childish or too embarrassing!

"I once got really blistered with a paddle and The Hairbrush by two Men Who Spank."

As an example, I once got really blistered with a paddle and The Hairbrush by two Men Who Spank at a “leather weekend.” All manner of S&M activities were taking place in the dungeon as I got my pants pulled down and thrown across the lap of one of these Men Who Spank. The spent about 30 minutes Disciplining me, and I was in tears for a good 2/3rds of it. There was one guy who had been watching the activities, mostly a “Top,” who disappeared almost as soon as my Spanking started. I found out later that he had gone upstairs away from the action, because, he told one of the Men Who Spanked me, that watching me squirming over his knee had been “too real.”

That may be the key thing, jake. Spanking really happens in real life, every day, in the lives of naughty boys who have no choice in the matter. There’s always some element of “consent” in S&M, or the use of bondage which means, “I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t get away and this is what happened to me.” 

When somebody sees boys like us Spanked, they may find it very funny (which it is for others, we have to admit, though certainly not for us). But it also reminds a great many guys of their own experiences with real pain, powerlessness, and humiliation.

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The Hairbrush is the Spanking Tool that has the greatest effect on me. It stings so bad.

"The Hairbrush is what separates those of us boys from the play-actors."

And of course, it was my own Dad’s instrument of choice starting when I was about 13. The Hairbrush is what separates those of us boys from the play-actors. The Hairbrush is what turns men into boys easily as much as getting your white Jockey Shorts yanked down and having your boy bottom exposed in front of others. As an adult boy, I feel that The Hairbrush is something Men Who Spank should probably always have at the ready—a completely innocuous element in any household, and yet, of course, a devastating Punishment tool.

On a different note, you know that well-worn tale about Spankings on long car trips, well, I also know about the “Attitude Adjuster” paddles from souvenir shops that Dads paddle with, as well.

It likely said something like “board of education” or “Attitude Adjuster”

But you mentioned that your Dad had a paddle with something written on it and a picture of a boy with his pants down rubbing a rosy rumpus. You couldn’t remember what was written on it. I suspect it was made of cedar (many of such paddles at tourist shops are to double as moth repellents in the closet!). It likely said something like “board of education” or “Attitude Adjuster” like the one my Dad had. I have seen one that has an illustration of a fawn with a bear cub following it with the words, “For the sweet little deer with the bear behind.” I most recently had one of those used on me in Ohio this summer. Ouch! They still work on adult boys when applied correctly!

[At this point in our emails, Eddie referred to something I’d written about Daddy Don. “For the most part,” I wrote, “Daddy Don likes to make his boys get The Hairbrush, carry it into the bedroom, and hand it to him. But sometimes he makes me get the Bathbrush. It’s a hard wooden back scrubber which he has a particular fondness for and my heinie absolutely does not like. In fact, I really don’t like it. It’s his way, I think, of keeping me in line on his terms.”]

"Bath and shower brushes are particularly lethal because the handles are so long and really give Daddy leverage." 

Sounds like a fine, traditional ritual, guaranteed to increase a boy’s nervousness, jake. The Bath Bat I’m familiar with. Bath and shower brushes are particularly lethal because the handles are so long and really give Daddy leverage. Too, using the tool that the boy most dreads is, indeed, a way of making it clear who is in charge and that this is not a game. I know boys who use a kind of  “Bre’r Rabbit”-styled, “Please don’t throw me in the briar patch” approach to get Spanked with the instrument that they actually prefer (“Oh, Daddy, please don’t use that little paddle!”) Of course, if that gets found out…watch out…

I really appreciate the hug afterwards, something that came as a boy only after I’d been sent to my room and been alone for a while. An interesting thing that sometimes happens to me is that, after a real blistering and some Cornertime, when the Man Who Spanks comes over and pulls me to him and rubs my sore fanny a little and says, “Okay, boy…” even if I have not cried the whole time getting Spanked, I start to sob.

One memorable occasion was when Daddy Mike who used to do a lot of Spanking videos, Spanked me in front of three other boys in San Diego. The Punishment went on and on, and tho’ I squirmed, kicked, hollered, begged, I didn’t break down or cried. Then he came to me in The Corner, held me, and I just went to pieces in front of everybody.

"I really appreciate the hug afterwards...I just went To pieces in front of everybody."

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How a Domestic Discipline Life Can Help Couples Stay Strong When Life Gets Hard*

by jake* 

Today's Post: Two Examples of Loving, Honoring, and Obeying

Being in a long-term relationship has never been easy. Anyone who tells you otherwise hasn’t lived long enough, or hasn’t faced the real tests that life brings. Bills pile up. Work schedules clash. Health issues flare. Aging parents need care. Stress, pressure, exhaustion. Formerly great friends hit midlife crises and suddenly start poking at the heart of your relationship with their endless drama or unsolicited “advice.” Even the happiest Male-male couples eventually find themselves at a crossroads, wondering, “Are we still working as a team? Are we still choosing one another every day, even if we are an open relationship?”

In today’s world, far too many relationships don’t survive those crossroads. People walk away when the tension becomes chronic. They give up after argument upon argument cuts too deep. They lose heart when they see only their partner’s flaws instead of remembering his strengths. They forget that staying together requires grit, forgiveness, and weekly effort.

It doesn’t have to be this way. 

Couples don’t fail because they’re broken or incompatible. They fail because they stop working on the relationship. They stop choosing each other when the journey gets uncomfortable.

Clear structure, defined roles, real accountability, and a commitment to addressing and correcting problems

Domestic Discipline (DD) relationships—especially Male-male Daddy/boy dynamics—are built differently. That very structure changes everything. And it’s not just an opinion; couples who live this way consistently are more likely to experience higher satisfaction and longevity when the storms hit.

Why? Because DD gives a couple something most modern relationships lack: clear structure, defined roles, real accountability, and a commitment to addressing and correcting problems instead of letting them fester.

This relationship style brings order whereas other relationship approaches more easily allow chaos to take root. DD creates unity through loving Corporal Punishment and other corrective approaches where misunderstandings might otherwise grow unchecked. It prevents small arguments from metastasizing into relationship-ending resentments. Most importantly, it helps a Daddy and his boy remember exactly who they are to each other—and how much stronger they are when they operate as a united team.

Let’s look at some fictionalized examples to think about how this plays out when life gets hard. (I could give you my real life examples, but I've done that in links to blog posts you can see below).

Example 1: Financial Stress and Poor Communication

Mark (Daddy) and Alex (boy) have been together eight years. Daddy owns a small business; Alex is a graphic designer who works from home. When the economy slowed, Daddy’s jobs dried up for months. Bills piled up. Daddy started working 70-hour weeks just to keep them afloat. He came home exhausted, short-tempered, and withdrew emotionally.

alex felt abandoned. He tried to talk about it, but Daddy snapped, “I’m doing this for us—stop nagging me.” Resentment grew on both sides. alex began doom-scrolling late into the night instead of coming to bed. Daddy noticed but said nothing. The distance widened.

In a vanilla relationship, this often ends in one partner saying, “I can’t do this anymore.” In their DD relationship, it ended very differently.

One Friday night, alex crossed a pre-agreed line: he spent $400 on new video games and gear without asking, even though they were on a strict budget. Was he trying to get his Daddy's attention? Maybe. Does it matter why in this situation? Probably not. Here's what happened next: 

Daddy sat him down. "boy, we have Rules about money for a reason. You knew we were struggling, and you chose to ignore that. This isn’t just about me or the money now.  It’s about trust and teamwork.”

alex started to defend himself, “I'm sick of being broke and sitting around the house with you after work doing nothing. It's not my fault the economy sucks.” 

Daddy raised a hand and explained by pointing with a firm index finger to alex's Corner,  “Lecture’s over. Cornertime for you. Twenty minutes. I want you to think about what you just said. Then you can explain what you've learned and we are going to deal with this properly.”

After Cornertime, alex didn't really change his mind. He was absolutely sick of Daddy's anxiety filling the house and not solving the problem for them.

Daddy said, “There's a different solution, alex, than sitting quietly and waiting for me to come out of my funk. And I'm going to explain it to you, over my knee.” Daddy marched alex from The Corner to the bed, he put his shoe on the edge of the bedframe and hoisted big alex over his knee as his boy's arms and head landed splat on the mattress. 

alex got a long, hard Spanking with the bath brush while Daddy scolded throughout, saying, "You are always an equal participant in this relationship. If you feel ignored or that I'm lost in my own world, you say so." 

The Spanking was firm enough and long enough that alex really had to grit his teeth at this point, "You don't go out and spend hundreds of dollars we don't have on anything," the bath brush was doing it's business on the backside of the problem created by alex. 

"Ever!" said the bathbrush — or was it Daddy? — with finality. alex was sobbing audibly by the end. 

But then came the real work: Daddy — who was truly fed up — had to hold alex and let him sob with his shoulders making up and down motions like he was actually crying. They talked, really talked, for the first time in weeks.

DD is an adhesive that binds a M/m—otherwise equal—relationship into an ironically more ‘unequal,’ yet healthier, pairing. 

Even in DD relationships, the partners will make flawed choices. It happens. 

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Daddy openly chose to be in a funk that he didn't do his best to get out of to focus on alex. And alex didn't say anything about how he was feeling, allowed it to bottle up, and then let it explode on a spending spree. 

alex admitted he spent the money because he felt lonely and invisible. Daddy admitted he’d been shutting down instead of leaning on his boy for support. The Spanking broke the emotional dam. By the end of the night they had a new budget, a weekly check-in date, and a renewed sense that they were on the same side.

The Punishment didn’t just fix the Rule breaking. It reset the Daddy/boy dynamic and reminded them both who was in charge, who needed to follow, who needed to lead, and that they both needed to make some changes around here.

Example 2: Health Crisis and Loss of Intimacy

James (Daddy) was diagnosed with a persistent back injury from work around 34 years of age. The Chiropractic was helping, but coupled with pain pills from his medical doctor, it left him depressed, almost no libido, and doped up. 

His boy, liam, became the caregiver during this time. liam handled everything — meds, appointments, meals, and all the heavy lifting of housework, yardwork, and the rest — while still working full-time.

At first Daddy was grateful, but as the weeks dragged on he started snapping at liam for hovering, for “treating him like an invalid.” liam, exhausted, began retreating into his phone and avoiding affection because every time he tried to touch Daddy, Daddy pushed him away.

One night liam came home late from work without texting—something explicitly against their Rules. James was waiting. “I texted you. I needed you here to help me get dinner. And, hell, I needed to know you were safe, boy. Where the heck were you?”

"Look I'm kinda sick of this." confessed liam, far too late in the game for it to matter now. “I cannot be your nurse. You need to find a better nurse." 

“That doesn't just hurt, liam, that was totally avoidable,” said Daddy. “Why didn't you speak up? I needed that one small thing from you today.” 

“It was just one small thing too many. I don't have to do this for you,” said liam, shocking the crap out of Daddy. It was one thing to want to get help, it was another to just Disrespect Daddy and shirk his role in the relationship. 

“I don't expect you not to have an opinion around here, liam.” Daddy went on, shifting gears, “But you are never to Disrespect me when we are having an argument. What happens when you Disrespect Daddy, liam?” 

“I get in trouble, Sir.” liam said, realizing that there was a new issue that had arisen that would be taken care of first. Because he is in a DD relationship, he knows what was going to come next, and that his feelings about the caregiving would be handled after that. 

“Get to your room now, and I'll meet you in there in a moment," Daddy said firmly. liam hemmed and hawed. He looked sideways at Daddy rolling his eyes. 

“March, young man, march.” Daddy said to the 41 year, 7 years his senior. liam didn't want to, but thanks to the nature of their relationship, he knew he needed to go to his room.

The Spanking was tricky for Daddy, he had a terribly painful back and so it would be impossible to turn liam over his knee. Daddy walked into the room that liam was sent to when he gets into trouble and pulled the two pillows into a stack in the middle of the bed. Take your pants off and lay over the pillows.”  

The Spanking that followed was severe because James used the heavy leather belt that provided him the ability to lift the strap high and bring it down fast without hurting his own back any further. He didn't beat liam's behind with The Belt that often. It caught liam off guard, causing liam to sniffle through The Spanking.  

When The Spanking was administered and Daddy put The Belt back over the door handle, he told liam to turn over on the bed. Daddy gingerly sat down trying to not put too much pressure on his back, he looked down on liam, and whispered, “I’m still your Daddy. This back pain issue doesn’t get to take that away from us. Let's look into getting me some help tomorrow first thing so you don't have to do so much and feel so put out."

"Thank you, Daddy," said liam.

"Now, am I going to have any more Disrespect from you moving forward?”

liam didn't need to think about how to respond. He knew. liam hugged his Daddy and said, "I'm glad you're my Daddy." 

Daddy had already offered a solution and liam knew he could rely on it. Did Daddy think that up during The Spanking? Or had he already planned to get extra support for liam anyway?

It didn't really matter. Was liam a bad boy? No, not really. He responded badly, but he wasn't really a bad boy. In a situation where liam wasn't willing to speak up, he chose avoidance  which then led to Disrespect. Disrepecting Daddy led to him being openly defiant. liam could have made better choices. And so could James.

Was James the perfect Daddy? No. He was so engrossed in his own physical pain that he wasn't thinking about how he should be making plans to assist liam. Daddy too, learned an important lesson.  

That night was a turning point, obviously. The Corporal Punishment reminded them both that the hierarchy was alive again. James was still in charge even though he was stuck in the situation he was in. liam still needed—and wanted—his Daddy’s firm hand and his solutions to resolve a nagging issue that was weighing him down.

Intimacy came back slowly, but it came back stronger because the structure of their relationship was built in when everything else was falling apart.

The boy’s Response to Correction: Why It Works

boys in healthy DD relationships don’t just “tolerate” Discipline—they crave it, especially when life is hard. Why? CP releases resentment fast. The Spankings figuratively clear the air in a way that feels literal, not figurative.

Spankings reconnect boys both physically and emotionally to their Daddy in a way apologies alone never can. When I look back at my first relationship, I cannot believe the sheer number of times my partner had to hear me apologizing and apologizing. It must have driven him crazy. It sure drove him away from me. I think now, "Wow, a CP-centered relationship could have kept us together for life."

Spankings can restore the power dynamic that stress, frustration, and disinterest can easily erode.

CP and other nonSpanking Punishments like washing a boy's mouth out with soap, Cornertime, writing lines or apology letters, and other creative Punishments give the boy proof — tangible, undeniable proof —that his Daddy still cares enough to lead, correct, and protect the relationship.

Most adult boys in DD relationships will tell you that the worse things get on the outside, the more they need that paddle or strap on their backside. It’s grounding. It’s a type of love that's made familiar and unmistakable. And CP used wisely can immediately revive some of excitement of what brought the two men — Daddy and boy— together in the first place.

Prioritizing Daddy and Prioritizing your boy

Here’s where many M/m DD relationships hit a fork in the road. We're men — either Daddy or boy — so we're apt to want variety in our partners. Spanking the same boy over and over again can become repetitious for many Men. Being Spanked in the same patterns by a Daddy who isn't varying the experience can feel monotonous and tedious.

A lot of Daddys—especially those who came into the lifestyle through leather or BDSM scenes—assume that being “Daddy” includes the freedom to Discipline or play with other boys. For some couples, openly discussed non-monogamy works beautifully. A Daddy can blow off steam with a "side boy," try new implements that his primary relationship forbids, or Mentor someone new without threatening the primary relationship.

But many boys—especially those who ties exclusivity deeply to the relationship—cannot handle that. They didn’t sign up to share their Daddy’s lap, his strap, or his Rules. For these boys, being the one and only boy is central to their emotional security and the entire dynamic. The Daddy that doesn't honor that is making a huge mistake.

This is not necessarily insecurity talking. It’s a legitimate need, and it needs to be recognized for what it is. As a Daddy, you should avoid boys who are set in their ways about monogamy and not playing with other boys. The fallout can be disasterous and painful, much more painful than any Spanking ever could be.

Now, mistakes will happen with all Men, but boys who cannot forgive their Daddys are not being good partners. But if Daddy is not putting his boy first, to the exclusion of all others, he's creating a fairly insurmountable challenge that may be impossible to resolve. 

If a Daddy truly wants the relationship to work, he must decide what matters more: the freedom to experience others, or the trust of the boy who gives him his all. 

Pro-tip for the boys: Having said that, some boys say one thing and do another. They say that their Daddy is their everything, but then they sure don't act like it. Daddy always needs to gauge how sincere his boy is being. True story: I've been guilty of being that bad boy partner. I wanted monogamy in my first relationship (19-34 years of age), and it didn't work because I was actually "cheating" and not telling my partner. How could CP have been used to bring us together instead of tearing us apart? I've asked myself that for years.

Pro-tip for the Daddys: On the flipside, I’ve watched relationships become lousy because a Daddy insisted, “The Spankings I give other boys is just play—it doesn’t mean anything,” while his boy sat home feeling replaced. Even worse, I've seen Daddys who genuinely don't mean it when they say, “Oh, it means nothing.” And then you see them playing at a party like IML or MAL or other scenes and think, “That sure doesn't look like 'nothing.'” Those Daddys deserve to have their boys walk right out of their lives.

Despite those scenario, I’ve also watched relationships grow because a Daddy looked at his boy and said, “You are my only boy. Daddy wants to play for now, but he'll be back and be your Daddy when I get home. No one else gets what you get from me.”

Prioritizing the boy first doesn’t mean the Daddy becomes a doormat. It means recognizing that the boy’s participation in the DD relationship is a gift he gives his Daddy. A good Daddy protects that gift — sometimes by closing the door to others if he has to. But Daddy makes that call, though. A boy who pushes Daddy and hounds his Daddy isn't being a good boy partner either. We are adults after all, and we make our choices. If the boy decides Daddy isn't meeting the standards set by the relationship, then he has the power to always choose other Daddys and walk away.

When life gets hard—and it always does particularly when you are in a couple—the partner who knows he is irreplaceable will weather storms better at his partner's side. So it is in DD relationships: The Daddy and the boy who watch out for one another's psychic safety last. And the boy who fears he might be replaced may very likely pull away to protect himself. Frankly, he should. The Daddy who finds out his boy is playing him for a fool should act too. If he cannot wrestle that rascal into Obedience, then he too should protect himself too.

We probably all know couples that fall in these latter categories. Choose wisely which couple you want to be. 

Besides being good to each other too has its benefits! You'll have more friends because you are both more fun to be around!

Tying It All Together

Domestic Discipline relationships aren't just about CP for CP's sake. DD is an adhesive that binds a M/m—otherwise equal—relationship into an ironically more ‘unequal,’ yet healthier, pairing. 

DD is a deliberate and intentional relationship operating system designed to help the Daddy and boy, in their unequal roles, become a successful and connected pair. When money is tight, health fails, families intrude, or the world feels like it’s ending, vanilla couples often drift because they have no "relationship operating system" to course-correct quickly and viscerally. You cannot screw your partner into happiness when his Daddy is sick or because Daddy's job is falling apart because of the economy. You just end up screwing yourself.

DD couples have that mechanism built in: 

clear Roles, 

swift accountability, 

physical and emotional reset buttons through loving Discipline, and 

an ironclad reminder of who leads and who follows.

The Spanking, the Cornertime, writing lines, the mouth-soaping — none of it is the whole point of DD on its own. These Disciplinary tactics are simply the Tools that keep the DD connection alive and the relationship's internal order intact when everything else seems to be falling apart.

(*inspired by a post from SirDomesticD)

Dear Readers, I've begun writing a Handbook on Daddy/boy Domestic Discipline. I'd love to hear your input. I would love to hear particularly from boys who are currently in or have been in Dom/sub or Daddy/boy relationships where Spanking has played an important role. 

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In Praise of Men Who Spank: Stephen

The Magic in the Magic Spanking Factory

Today is the year anniversary of the passing of one of the most impressive, scariest (for boys!), and most effective Men Who Spank. This is a direct lift from Lochjelly who wrote this on JockSpank. I hope you already know his work. But if you do not, good news!  Read on...

In Memory of Stephen (JustMagic) A message from Lochgelly

With the heaviest of hearts I am sorry to have to let you know that the man behind the Saarland Spanking Factory and The Magic Spanking Factory, died on 27th April 2025, at 23:45 local time in Germany, peacefully and without pain, surrounded by his closest friends. I have spent most of April in Germany to be with him.

He was a victim of nicotine.

Stephen was one of the most frequent and generous contributors to the former Yahoo and Google m_mspanking groups, and only started charging for his video clips at Clips4Sale after many years of giving them away freely. That C4S group remains active, but I have no idea how much longer that will be the case.

He was larger than life, and lived life to the full, and he was a very popular person here in all aspects of local society. It seems everyone locally knew and loved him, as I have learned from the constant invitations from what are, to me, strangers. It is likely some 400 people will attend the funeral, which says it all.

Stephen was without doubt the best friend I ever had, this past 20 years, and the loss I will feel personally when the arrangements here are completed is hard for me to comprehend.

Stephen would have wanted no sadness however, he would have wanted us to remember the good times, have a good laugh and a good glass of wine to toast him away to the Great Factory in the sky.

Vale Stephen!

Yours, Lochgelly

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Humility or Humiliation

Time Outs: The Daddy/boy Truth

Ever been the boy sent straight to Cornertime with your sore, Spanked bottom still burning? Or stood there as Daddy, watching your boy nose-to-the-wall, bare red cheeks on full display while he teaches you exactly who’s in charge?

A blogger named Dominic Masters recently wrote a piece on Cornertime that felt completely off to me as a boy who has been send to The Corner most of the time when I'm in trouble. Masters described it like some gentle, quiet meditation in a Domestic Discipline setup, all soft and reflective, with no real power, no real shame, and no Daddy taking control. Here’s how he put it, “In a world that moves quickly, speaks loudly, and rewards reaction over reflection, the practice of corner time stands in quiet contrast. It is simple. It is still.”

From where I sit -- errrrm, stand -- that really misses the mark. When Daddy sends me to the Corner, it’s not a "peaceful contrast to a noisy world." It’s a firm, serious instruction. boys like me go to The Corner because Daddy has decided the boy's behavior will not be tolerated. The stillness isn’t "calm or chosen for reflection"—it’s enforced and for me as a boy, I find it upsetting. A boy stands there knowing he has no real choice, that he is Daddy’s boy, and that it's time to obey. Will I negotiate and try to get out of it? Sure. Will Daddy offer concessions? Sometimes. What did I do? How serious is the problem Daddy is fixing using Cornertime? All of these things come into the equation. Why? Because boys' behavior can be complicated, and Daddy's role in administering Punishments have to adapt to that complicated situation that the boy has created.

Masters says as only a Daddy might say, “It [Cornertime] asks very little on the surface, yet it reaches deeply into the emotional core of a [boy] who has chosen to live within the structure of a Domestic Discipline relationship. There are no raised voices in it. No immediate correction in the way people might expect. No spectacle. Just a wall, The Corner, and the deliberate choice to stand, to be still, and to face inward.” Well, I don't know what kind of relationship Masters has been in, but as a boy in a DD relationship, my instinct is to push back.

In a Daddy/boy dynamics, Cornertime is rarely a “deliberate choice” by the boy. It’s an order from Daddy. And it often can come with immediate correction still burning on the boy’s behind or face. Plenty of Daddys use Cornertime right in the middle of Corporal Punishment as a deliberate Timeout. Daddy pauses The Spanking, marches the boy to The Corner, and leaves him there with his red, hot, or bruised bottom exposed toward the room. 

That is the spectacle that is Cornertime. 

The boy feels every second of it—the burn on display, the vulnerability, the clear reminder that Daddy controls even this quiet moment. Masters feels there is “no spectacle” here. The exposure is intentional. Masters goes on to say that at first glance Cornertime can seem almost too simple to matter. “Standing in The Corner does not appear powerful. It does not look like Discipline in the traditional sense. It does not carry the visible weight of consequences…”

Yet any boy who has stood in Cornertime with a sore bottom knows exactly how powerful it feels. It carries the visible weight of consequences on his sore heinie and his demeanor which can be pretty upset. The “traditional” Discipline isn’t missing—it’s literally still glowing behind him and Daddy can see that perfectly while he faces the wall.

Masters claims those who understand this lifestyle know that the most powerful shifts are the quiet ones, “The ones that happen beneath the surface, where pride softens, where resistance loosens its grip, and where the heart begins to realign itself without force.” In an unequal Daddy/boy relationship, that softening doesn’t happen without Daddy's authority. 

It happens because of Daddy’s authority, his Rules, his decision to put his boy in Cornertime. The boy’s pride gets humbled because he is being reduced to exactly what he is in that moment:  Daddy’s little boy, sent to stand exposed and obedient in The Corner of the room. Sometimes, when accompanied by a Spanking, that room is where the boy has been Spanked and where anyone could see him if they too were there for the Punishment. 

The realignment comes from feeling small, knowing he messed up, and understanding he will do as he’s told. It isn’t gentle therapy. It’s Daddy taking charge the way a boy needs.

Finally, Masters draws his big line, “Cornertime is not about humiliation. It is about humility. And there is a profound difference between the two…”

From my years as a Spanked boy, I just see it differently. Forcing an adult boy to stand in The Corner with his just-Spanked, possibly marked bottom sticking out toward the room is humiliating. And for many of us, that shame is exactly what makes Cornertime work so well. It stops bad behavior cold. It drives the lesson home. It reinforces the dynamic: 

Daddy decides.

The boy obeys.

He is not equal in that moment. He’s Daddy’s boy—bare, vulnerable, learning his place. 

I just doubt that I'm the only boy who openly acknowledges that the embarrassment, the exposure of my bare bottom, and the clear power imbalance are what give Cornertime its strength—whether it’s a standalone Punishment or paired with a sore bottom on full display.

Masters turns Cornertime into something quiet, dignified, and almost gently transformative—like a soft tool for heart change. We see it plainer and rawer: an unequal, deliberately shaming tool in Daddy's Toolbox, that Daddys use to correct their boys, assert control, and remind us exactly who’s boss. 

Both approaches are consensual between adults, but they describe two very different experiences. One smoothes everything out to sound nicer and more respectable. The other knows the real punch comes from keeping the inequality and the shame right there in the open—because that’s what sends a boy to The Corner and keeps him there until Daddy says he’s learned his lesson.

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There's no reason not to rig up an Xbox & have several of you just sit around playing while the Groan Ups talk over coffee. 

Being joey

As avid readers may have noticed, we have been getting some keen insights from a certain joey as of late on blogposts of all stripes. The commenter’s insights throughout the blog have certainly captured my attention, as I hope they’ve captured yours. As I found myself replying to these thoughts, I realized joey might be a fellow traveler who might also have some wonderful things to share with Cornertime Confidential beyond the usual that I delve into. Like skewlboy paul and willy and several others before, joey brings a unique sensibility and a capacity for explaining the joyful side of being an adult child that often gets lost in a blog that spends an awful lotta time talkin’ about DD and Maintenance Spankings! I understand that many readers are far more into the red bottoms than the rest of my life as an adult boy, so I ask those readers’ patience as today we take a side journey into the super doooper great side of being a kid. In fact, it was just the other day I was thinking about how terrifically cool it was that I was going to a baseball game with a super red bottom, and as I stood up for the “7th Inning Stretch” singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame!” I felt deep down like a VERY, VERY lucky little boy indeed!

Well, joey has ways of incorporating play into a very exciting life in the English Midlands, and Cornertime Confidential is thrilled, just thrilled to be able to bring this story to you today.

Play and the adult kid

by guest blogger joey

There are many aspects around being an adult kid, which if you're like many of us it's taken time to come to an acceptance of. And while many have been talked about here at Cornertime Confidential, there is one I'd like to introduce to you:

Play.

Play is something we associate very much with our childhood, something that we all have in common that outside of school was the means by which we socialized at home or on the playgrounds in our communities. If you've struggled since with these things they also can be of use to you to relearn those skills that can crossover into your more adult roles.

Playing is how we learned about each other, learned new skills from each other be it building a model, skipping along on the sidewalk, or just how to be a friend, looking out for others. We felt good going out in the snow building snowmen or tossing snowballs at each other. I still do actually!

So whenever I've been with my adult kid friends one of things we program into our meet-ups are various play opportunities starting with an ice breaker. One of our favourites is working on a jigsaw together, which gives an opportunity to not to just solve the puzzle—which is fun—but to start working together, establishing a good co-operative feeling from the get-go.

Play can be both individual- as well as group- centred. For instance, you may enjoy making Lego's small kits, say, of a Helicopter from the supplied parts, which can help with developing your hand-to-eye co-ordination. And it’s great for helping improve ability to concentrate too!

Within play, you can create stories using your own imagination either by actually role playing (Dungeons and Dragons or playing 'School' anyone?) or making up adventures for your Teddies (and for me at least dolls), which I find pretty good for getting rid of “adult” stress.

Finding anew that sense of imagination is magical.

Another one you can do by yourself or as a group is...wait for it...colouring, something that's on the rise in popularity at least in the UK with some more older age group colouring books being published. But if, like me, you love Disney, bliss can equal going to the local store and getting yourself colouring book (my new one is “Frozen”) and a pack of pencils (or crayons).I find it very relaxing.

Me and my adult play friends often bring traditional board games such as Mousetrap with us dividing people into teams as we throw the dice over the course of a few hours.  Although this game is one where having more than two players may be more enjoyable, you may have to wait until you get the right number of people. Setting aside an area for a small train set powered, or even the chunky push-along sort, pretending you're along the Canadian Pacific climbing the inclines and going over bridges—train whistles optional—can be great fun. And it taps into something many have childhood memories of.

Or maybe you like playing with toy cars creating an adventure as you go long as they all come from the same place inside you, your “little” side. Just letting it out in a setting that's comfortable I find removes layers of emotional constipation so you feel more at ease with yourself.

Although I don't because of a disability I have, there's no reason not to rig up an Xbox or PS4 and have several of you just sit around playing while your Daddys or mentors are either having more groan (!) up fun or just discussing things between themselves—looking out, as most of our Daddys did, in case we started to get into trouble. Your playing then can actually be pretty good for them too, giving them a break while their boys are all together doing their own thing.

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5 Things To Do To Ensure Great PlayDates for Littles

Forward planning: Prior discussion of what people like to do, checking venue restrictions in advance, having a Plan B in case it rains, and take account of differing needs and abilities of your group.

Venue Selection: Take appropriate account of being in any shared public Space and how you may be seen by others.

Activity Selection: Agree a small number of activities depending on length of time available

Fun and Games and: Allocate the bringing of any necessary equipment or toys to specific people and do remind them!

More Fun!!!: Enjoy being together!

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Daddys Play an Important Role at Events

The successful running of a littles event relies on many things and an important role in this is maintaining order between individual adult kids and handling tantrums lies with Daddys co-operating, watching the scene, issuing verbal reprimands and enforcing agreed consequences.

Individuals who misbehave are lead to The Corner for ten minutes reflection, which is normal for us and does help keeping order with 20 odd folk! Another role for the Daddys who are present is to listen, offer emotional support with plenty of hugs to anyone who is feeling lost or down.

Naturally, play can take place out of doors too with a bit of planning and consideration for those not in the lifestyle, where you could go to a park and fly kites, have a kick about playing soccer or maybe baseball while sharing food together.

Wasn't that the kind of fun you just loved as a kid? Well if so, let's just get on with recreating it ‘cos there's no reason to do without it!

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SUPER kewl YouTube channel. We have a guy aggregating TV and film clips from decades of stuff! It's a real treasure trove! Thank you Hall of Tighty Whities in Film!

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Lots of men like to make fun of guys that wear briefs. I wonder if they realize how funny it is to see these same guys pulling his boxer brief legs down? Some have come up with some interesting ways to do so, depending on what they are wearing on the outside. My favorite is the guys that put their hands in their pockets and try to pull them down. Or how funny it is to see a guy pull his boxer shorts out of his butt crack.

Yeah we see you.

Us brief wearers don’t have these problems.

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I love the heated controversy!

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The Rule of the Lochgelly Strap

Today is April 1, and in the past, Cornertime Confidential always celebrated adult schoolboys here the first week of April. This year, I'm a little tapped out of schoolboy content, but I did want to share this excellent piece from "The Rule of the Strap" by threadinburgh.scot.

This piece was published quite a while ago, but I am just seeing it now. I hope you find it as illuminating as I did. I grew up with paddles in schools, but in Scotland (and I understand also in Canada), they beat schoolboy's bottoms with The Lockgelly Strap. Here's that story.

The Rule of the Strap: The Peculiar Corporal Punishment of Scottish Education

A two-thonged Lochgelly-pattern Tawse. The punched hole was for hanging it on a wall (in full view of a class).

By Andy Arthur - Threadinburgh  

In April 2nd 1982, Lothian Region Council implemented a ban on corporal punishment in its schools, making it the first Scottish authority to do so. Some other regions were less enlightened however and would hold on to the practice until a UK-wide ban came into force in 1987. In Scotland, corporal punishment in schools almost universally meant hitting the upturned palms of children with an official instrument that is variously called the belt, the strap, the tawse or the Lochgelly. So what is this device, why and how did it evolve, how did it meet its end? (and, importantly for this sites locale of interest, what part did Edinburgh have to play?)

Lochgelly Tawse. Photo: @self

Tawis or tawse is a Scots word going back to the 16th century and was a plural for a leather belt or strap. This word in turn came from the Middle English tawe, for leather tanned so as to keep it supple. A strap or belt across the palms or buttocks was long the favoured instrument of Corporal Punishment in Scottish education. In the mid-19th century illustration below we see the schoolmaster (Dominie) flicking his leather strap towards the upturned palms of his fearful-looking victim; the boy behind is rubbing his already leathered hands to try and soothe them:

In 1848, George Mckarsie sued Archibald Dickson, schoolmaster of Auchtermuchty parish, for assaulting his son without provocation with a tawse “severely on the head, face and arms to the effusion of his blood and to the loss, injury and damage of the pursuer“. £200 in damages were sought and although the court found in the pursuer’s favour he was awarded only a shilling and had to pay all expenses of the defender! 

English education in contrast favoured birch rods or canes for classroom punishment and so where Scottish education was influenced by English practice (e.g. in Roman Catholic schools, or preparatory schools modelled after the English system) these devices could also be found in use in Scotland. They were also the form of judicial corporal punishment of minors in Scotland; the belt or strap was somewhat unique to the education setting.

A schoolmaster preparing to dispense classroom justice with his cane. 1870 engraving.

In 1860 the master of a private boarding School in Eastbourne, Thomas Hopley, shocked the Victorian world when he beat a 15-year-old pupil, Reginald Cancellor, to death with a skipping rope and walking stick as the boy “refused to learn“. Hopley administered the “severe Corporal Punishment” with the full permission of the boy’s father to try and force him to learn. Reginald had been written off as unteachable and an imbecile; he was quite probably suffering from hydrocephaly and undiagnosed learning difficulties. 

In the subsequent trial that was sensationalised by the press, Hopley was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to four years in prison. In summing up however, Chief Justice Alexander Cockburn stated that parents or schoolmasters were legally authorised to administer “moderate and reasonable Corporal Punishment” for the purpose of “correcting what is evil in the child“. As a result, the death of Reginald Cancellor became a test case for defending the use of educational Corporal Punishment. It also also set the Victorian educational establishment thinking about how it could formalise and legitimise the practice, rather than leave it to the individual devices of potentially sociopathic teachers.

"Ne’er wield the tawse, when a gloom will dae the trick..."

(Scottish proverb, from “The dominie : a profile of the Scottish headmaster.) 

North of the border, in 1872 the Education (Scotland) Act had made education mandatory for all between the ages of five and thirteen, putting it largely under the control of city, burgh and parish School Boards. These bodies could issue their own regulations on the use of corporal punishment and it was in the Fife town of Lochgelly where the ultimate instrument of Scottish school discipline would appear around the year 1884. Saddler Robert Philp made a pair of tawse to his own design for his son and daughter who were pupil teachers at the East Public School in the parish  His creation was split into a pair of thongs at the “punishment end” and was both stiff enough to stand up straight but flexible enough to swoosh through the air and make a good contact with the target, ideally wrapping around the hand to cause maximum effect. He rounded off the edges of the leather and used no stitching in order that his instrument would leave no permanent scars.

It is hard to the modern mind to imagine, but this was genuinely felt by the establishment to be a more humane and progressive form of Discipline than The Rod or The Cane. But the tawse was no soft option; Albert Morris wrote in the Scotsman that it “stung like a serpent and bit like an adder," literary historian David Daiches saying “I was astonished at the amount of real pain inflicted and the length of time it lasted."

Pupil Teachers were part of the Madras system of Education widely in use in Scotland at the time; older (teenage) students would stay on at school beyond 13 to assist the schoolmaster in educating their very large classes of mixed ages. They were allowed to inflict Corporal Punishment on their charges. 

When other teachers saw the custom tawse used by Catherine and David Philp, they soon wanted their own, and their father started taking orders. The leather for the Tawse came from Edinburgh, it was specially “dry tanned” to prevent cracking but remain both stiff and flexible. And so it was that 102 Main Street in Lochgelly became the birthplace of a profitable and unlikely Fife industry in the manufacture of devices with which to Spank Schoolchildren.

102 Main Street, Lochgelly

Robert’s son, Robert W., was apprenticed to his father and the firm became Robert Philp & Son. The latter would continue the business when his father died in 1926. There were imitators such as Brownlee of Bathgate or Campbell of Renfrewshire, but the Philp’s had much of the market and Lochgelly became a common name for all education tawse in Scotland. 

When Robert W. Philp died, the business was bought over by its senior journeyman leatherworker, James Heggie, who continued to trade under the established name. He kept a stock of 300 in the shop in Lochgelly of single, double and triple-thonged types in a variety of weights and lengths, suitable for both male and female teachers and for belting children of all ages with progressively stronger effects with age.

When Heggie retired in 1948 he sold the business to an established local saddlery and ironmongery firm, G. W. Dick & Son, who had been producing their own Lochgellies since 1942. George W. Dick (who was married to a cousin of Jimmy Shand) concentrated the tawse business at his shop at 150 Main Street, Lochgelly. His son, John J. Dick, in turn bought him out when he retired in 1950. The “miniature school straps” listed at the bottom of the page are something one of the Dicks had produced for a child as a toy for playing schools and which had caught on. Teachers bought them for their children as a plaything; one imagines they were meant to beat their teddies. They were also popular retirement trinkets for teachers, something to remember the good old days.

Stamped with the R. Philip & Son makers, Lochgelly, Fife

By this time, Lochgelly was reckoned to account for probably 70% of all tawse production in Scotland. An exception to its dominance was in Glasgow, where the school authorities were particularly strict around its use and mandated the locally made, triple-thong Black Straps of lighter weight, thinner, black leather (which is softer than that used by the Lochgelly). Many teachers used the genuine item regardless of these regulations.

But regardless of where the strap was made or if it was black or brown, the tawse was “the dominie’s rod of office“, indeed the ubiquity of its use may well be the origin of the phrase “getting leathered“. The education system believed firmness of discipline equated to the quality of teaching. Wherever the Scottish education system influenced those of the colonies and dominions, orders would be sent back to Lochgelly for its tool of classroom discipline. The tawsemakers took out adverts in teaching journals and sent their salesmen to the education colleges to take orders. James Heggie would get orders of 20 or more at a time whenever a new school opened. Junior teachers were encouraged by their seniors to give children the belt as soon as they could so that the class knew they meant business and to earn the respect of both children and parents. Some new teachers didn’t want to be marked out as a rookie with a shiny new tawse and so wrote into the wanted section of the newspapers asking to buy a visibly well worn second hand one, as did R. McKinnon to the Sunday Post in September 1965.

J. G. Stevenson manufacturer’s stamp on a Glasgow “black strap”.

In use the tawse was held over the shoulder and rapidly flicked forwards. Teachers were encouraged to practice on a piece of chalk on the desk – a successful strike got a puff of white dust. This became a trick of many experienced hands to try and scare children into compliance. But while judicial corporal punishment was abolished in 1948 with the authorities recognising it just didn’t work as a deterrent, the educational establishment hung on doggedly to their legal right to apply it to children right down to the age of 4 as they saw fit. As a result, business remained good in Lochgelly, indeed in 1974 John J. Dick moved his premises to Cowdenbeath to concentrate on the tawse and updated the process by investing in a metric cutting press and a blocking machine with a heated stamp. When suitably heavyweight leather from cattle hides began to decline as a result of changing farm practices, Dicks started using Buffalo Butts instead to meet demand, which is actually horse leather.

John J. Dick price list for Tawse from 1971

Support for corporal punishment in education was publicly and officially high, but was certainly not universal. However, it was hard to speak up in an educational and political establishment that did not readily tolerate dissenting voices. But as early as 1931, Moderate councillor for George Square in Edinburgh, Charles Mackenzie, tried to have it banned by the city Education Committee. He said education “should not be thrashed in” and noted a school nicknamed “the butcher’s shop” on account of the strength of beatings. He was voted down 14-3 by the rest of the committee, with former teachers and a church minister who sat on it speaking up firmly in favour of the practice and to “uphold teachers’ rights“.

In 1959, the Edinburgh Education Committee issued restrictive rules for corporal punishment in children’s homes – it could only be inflicted by a matron, house-mother or house-father, men could not punish girls, there could be no more than 3 strokes to each hand and only by the tawse. By the 1960s, a new generation of post-war born, progressively-minded teachers was coming into the system with new ideas. Dissent slowly began to grow within the teaching establishment and there was a recognition that there were alternatives to trying to simply beat children into compliance or knowledge into them. But while the Educational Institute of Scotland (EIS, the principal teachers’ union) accepted change was inevitable regarding corporal punishment in schools, it took something of a “circle the wagons” approach that it was up to the profession alone to regulate it and not the authorities.

In Edinburgh in 1970 it was reported some schools strapped any child who was late more than three times. Education Committee chairman Councillor Malcolm Knox fretted this might make children run across the road but his Progressive party colleague Councillor Cornelius Waugh defended the idea, otherwise it might “open the door to malingerers“. In February 1972, a relatively new member on the Committee, Councillor George Foulkes (that’s Baron Foulkes of Cumnock these days) tried to have a ban on corporal punishment instituted in primary and special schools – and severe restrictions put on its use in secondary schools – but was voted down. The local EIS branch was having none of this challenge; they “deplored the fact that the committee had adopted the anti-corporal punishment resolution without first consulting teachers“. Its position was steadfast that it was the teachers and teachers alone who “were the sole judges” of when conditions had been achieved for any forms of restriction. One parent wrote into the Scotsman in response with the astute observation that teachers had never consulted parents over their right to belt children.

The following month, Foulkes instead had the committee agree to explore options as to how to achieve the phasing-out of Corporal Punishment in the city’s schools. Bailie John Bateman (a senior Progressive councillor) criticised Foulkes and those in his party who motivated his position as “a few young hotheads with a bee on their bonnets“. But others on the Progressive side, including former committee chairman Malcolm Knox, supported him. By November 1972 the Corporation of Edinburgh was under control of a Labour administration for the first time and the Education Committee passed a vote by 16-9 which compelled headteachers to keep a log of all occasions on which children were belted in the city’s schools. The EIS – described in the Scotsman as “the body most vehemently opposed” to this idea – and four other teaching unions (the Association of Head Teachers, Scottish Schoolmasters Association, Diploma College Education Association and Scottish Secondary Teachers Association) sent unsuccessful deputations against it. A year later, November 1973, the Education Committee finally took a vote on abolition of corporal punishment. The EIS threatened to take legal action, stating that 98% of its membership supported it and that a ban would result in children attacking each other with broken bottles and stones in the playground. Eric Thompson, “a teacher of 20 years” wrote to the papers to state that such a ban would “result in anarchy in many of our schools“. Faced with such challenges, Foulkes replied “as long as I am receiving complaints from parents of terrorisation by teachers in the classroom I think this is an excellent reason for getting rid of Corporal Punishment“.

Despite the vocal nature of the official opposition, on November 19th, the Committee voted by the slim margin of 14-13 to progressively ban corporal punishment. From 1974 it was to be banned from Primary 1-4; in Primary 5-7 from 1975; in Secondary 4-6 in 1975-6 and Secondary 1-3 in 1976-77. But this ban never materialised. Why was that? Between 1974-75, the Local Government (Scotland) Act 1973 abolished the old Corporation of the City of Edinburgh and split its powers and functions between the new Lothian Regional Council and Edinburgh District Council. Education went to the much larger body of Lothian Regional Council, which also included what is now Mid, West and East Lothian, and Edinburgh’s recent unilateral ban fell by the wayside.

But the ball against Corporal Punishment in schools had started to roll and despite this setback it began to gather pace. In 1976 Grace Campbell, whose son attended St. Matthew’s in Bishopbriggs and Jane Cosans, whose son attended Beath High in Fife, lodged an action in the European Court of Human Rights against the British government, objecting to its use on the grounds that it was against parental human rights to go against their wishes for their children not to receive corporal punishment. (Jeffrey Cosans had been told to receive punishment with the tawse for taking a short-cut home from school through a cemetery but with his parents’ approval had been told to refuse to accept it. The school excluded him on this basis and aged just 15, he never returned to education) Although this case however would not begin to progress within the ECHR until 1980 and would not start hearing until late 1981, it was followed closely and assumptions began to be made based on the likely outcome. Returning to 1977, George Foulkes – by now Chairman of Lothian Region’s Education Committee – was “flabbergasted” to find out the tawse was being used in the Region’s special schools. “I find this barbaric, abhorrent and amazing” he said and ordered the Region’s Director of Education to assure him it would cease henceforth. The response was that the Director did not know if he had the legal powers to prevent its use and so a 17-member working group was established to evaluate options.

The working group, supported (and in part, driven) by organisations such as the Scottish Council for Civil Liberties and STOPP (Society of Teachers Opposed to Physical Punishment), commissioned the first thorough survey on the use of the tawse in schools, based on the logging that had been instituted in Edinburgh way back in 1973. While it was found that some primary schools were not using it at all (around 10 in Lothian had informally given it up), it also reported that only 1 in 20 boys could expect to get through their schooling without receiving the tawse and that it was disproportionately used against boys as opposed to girls. But there was one, perhaps unlikely, secondary school which was bucking the trend – Craigroyston. This was a former junior secondary which the council had repeatedly threatened to close and whose pupils came from some of the most deprived housing schemes in the city. Under an enlightened, reformist headteacher, Hugh Mackenzie, the school had seen a 95% decline in the use of corporal punishment during the study period. Mackenzie was determined to steer his school away from authoritarianism and to an institution for simply maintaining discipline until children could be kicked out the door into one that would instead give hope and respect to children otherwise labelled by the system as failures.

Hugh Mackenzie, from his autobiography “Craigroyston Days, 1972-93”

Mackenzie had relaxed policies on uniform, realising his students came from families who could ill afford it.He was careful tried to include and build consensus with both his staff and his students when it came to policy-making and literally “threw open the front door” to the latter; previously they had not been allowed to use it. In August 1980, he put it to the staff that they should withdraw the use of the tawse completely, for 1 session, on a trial basis. The staff debated the idea and supported their head. At the end of the trial, it was the staff themselves who raised the motion to ban it completely. And so it was in August 1981 that Craigroyston High formally voted to ban the use of Corporal Punishment within its walls, the first in Scotland to do so. It is notable that this ban came from within the teaching establishment itself, showing how much things had changed.

Over in the west of the country, Strathclyde Regional Council was being rather less enlightened. In 1980 it took Margaret Mcguire to court over as 13-year-old son Danny had not been at school for 14 months since refusing to accept the Black Strap. The boy had been caught playing tig in a corridor and had been sent to the headmaster for punishment; when he refused to accept this he was sent home. His parents supported him in this refusal and asked the school to withdraw the punishment; when this in turn was refused, the school excluded him until such time as he would submit to the belting. The first court case fell apart when it was found that it was Danny’s father (and not mother) who had initially supported him in his act of defiance and therefore the wrong parent was in court. It then failed on appeal when Lord Emslie was ruled that it was the school which had excluded the boy, rather than his parents refusing to ensure he attended. This was something of a watershed as it effectively removed the unchallengeable right of the local authority to apply the corporal punishment against parental wishes.

On January 20th 1982, Lothian Regional Council took the bold step and voted to abolish corporal punishment in all its schools – the first local authority in Scotland or the UK to do so. The vote was put forward by Labour Councillor John Mulvey and went through despite opposition from the Conservative grouping and the EIS. Henry Philip, chairman of the regional branch, said “young people would roam the streets” if it was banned, that teachers would not accept it and that they would take the Region to court. The case of Campbell and Cosans vs. The United Kingdom at the ECHR in Strasbourg would make its landmark ruling 5 days later that it was against parental human rights for the authorities to apply corporal punishment to a child against their wishes. Lothian’s ban came into effect on April 2nd 1982. Strathclyde had voted in favour of a ban around the same time, but this did not come into effect until August. Conservative Councillor Leonard Turpie said the “decision would haunt the council for years to come.”

In anticipation of the ECHR judgement Scottish Secretary George Younger had issued advice (but not an order) that all Regions should consult on the phasing out corporal punishment in the 1983-4 teaching session. The previous year, Younger had rejected a move to ban corporal punishment on children with special needs when confronted with the example of an eleven year old boy with one hand who was to be given “six of the best” on each palm but instead received the whole punishment on his sole hand and that of an eight year old girl strapped on a hand that had suffered a recent finger amputation. In the face of Younger’s refusal to take a hard line on the issue, some of the Regional Councils set a course of defying the Scottish Secretary. In 1983, Grampian voted against banning corporal punishment in its schools. In January 1984, Borders did likewise, against the recommendations of its own Education Committee. David Steel MP, leader of the Liberal Party, wrote to Younger in February to ask him if he would overrule the hold-out authorities by introducing legislation. When he declined to do so, Tayside Regional Council sensed weakness and reversed their previous decision to ban the belt. Tom Daveney, Rector of Monifieth High, said “phasing-out corporal punishment without adequate safeguards could jeopardise freedom to teach and learn“, a prime example of the entrenched position of many in the teaching profession which equated education and physical discipline.

Grampian Region now joined the pile-on. Their Education Vice Convenor, Conservative Harry Sim, said he was “quite convinced that [corporal punishment is] the wish of the majority of the parents“. But his Region also let it be known they might consider changing their position if more money was made available to them; George Younger declined, unsurprisingly. The dominoes continued to tumble in the face Younger; Western Isles reversed their decision to ban the belt in secondary schools in June 1984 after representations from the EIS and retained a limited use policy instead. Faced with such defiance, in July Younger finally declared that a partial ban would be introduced, in line with what Borders, Tayside and Grampian wanted. By January 1985, all except those hold-out authorities and Western Isles had moved to introduce a voluntary phase-out. In September that year, the Labour grouping in Grampian attempted to force a ban through. At this time the belt was still in use in about half the secondary schools in the area, but the council voted by a resounding 26-6 vote against any change to the status quo.

Down in Westminster, in an attempt to comply with the letter but perhaps not the spirit of the ECHR judgement, the Conservative Government had moved to bring in a bill for a partial ban for all of UK state-sector education, but one complete with various opt-outs. Labour and the Liberal Alliance refused to support this, or anything other than a full ban. Despite the hold outs of some Scottish local authorities and parts of the teaching establishment, on July 1st 1986 the matter was resolved by Westminster – by a single vote – with the introduction of a complete ban in all (state) schools on corporal punishment. This came into effect in August 1987.

But that wasn’t quite the end of our story, or the tawse. These devices were still in demand for domestic use and in private schools (where corporal punishment was allowed until 1998 in England, 2000 in Scotland and 2003 in Northern Ireland). 

There was also a substantial adult market and kink magazines carried adverts such as this:

Wladyk Borak’s tawse for sale, Scotland 

on Sunday – 10th November 1996

In 1986, a rather embarrassed cobbler on St. Stephen Street in Stockbridge – Wladyk Borak – admitted to the reporter of the Scotland on Sunday that the tawse he was making and selling in his shop had a dedicated following; “people use them privately, to chastise… each other."

In an odd finale to our story, in 2000 the daughter of the late John J. Dick, tawsemaker of Lochgelly, returned to the family craft of leatherworking and now once again makes Lochgelly tawse for sale in Fife.

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A Look at Obedience in a Domestic Discipline Relationship

There’s a quiet power in knowing when to keep your mouth shut. I admit, I mostly do not have that power.

Last night while getting ready for dinner, I made Daddy really upset because I was in a rush for an 8pm meeting. Work and life interrupts and can ruin even healthy Domestic Discipline relationships. I deserved to have my behind beaten for what I did, but instead, Daddy and I had a silent dinner where he was just fuming. I look back on last night and think, "Wow, we didn't really honor our agreement." Being in a long term Domestic Discipline relationship, consistency can drift. 

Most of the world has forgotten this bit of wisdom silence is golden. Conversations today are overlapping, overlapping, overlapping—everyone racing to react, to correct, to defend, to be heard first and loudest. But inside a Domestic Discipline relationship, the old Rule your grandparents lived by still stands, carved in stone:

Daddy speaks.

boy listens. 

Daddy finishes. 

Then and only then does boy open his mouth. 

Simple enough, right? 

Wrong.

In our modern world as Men, society has expectations for us, and one of them is to dominate conversation, work, sport, competition, and much much more. So if you've been a Man for a decade or more, you will find doing this challenging when you get home from work and trying to be Daddy's boy.

When Daddy's boy interrupts, he isn’t just being rude. He’s reaching up and yanking the steering wheel out of Daddy’s hands while the car is doing seventy down the highway. In a dynamic built on deliberate, chosen inequality, that single act of cutting Daddy off slices straight through the chain of command. It says, without words, “Your authority ends where my impulse begins.”Do you really want that to be the way your relationship works? 

Is that really why you got into a relationship like this in the first place? 

This one habit—waiting until Daddy has said every last word he intends to say—looks small on the surface. In reality, it is the single most consistent daily proof you care about your role as the boy in your relationship. It keeps the home from lighting on fire, making Daddy fume, like mine did last night was. It keeps Daddy firmly in the driver’s seat. And when it’s ignored, it should be the fastest way to earn a long, painful reminder across your backside. Not showing that respect to Daddy should have a price, but it's for a good reason. A good reason that can save your relationship.

What happens when a boy brakes the Rule to not be to Daddy? Let's look at three real-life examples where issues can arise that take you out of your chosen role within your relationship. You’ll probably recognize these from your own relationships, vanilla or otherwise, and how a Daddy who Disciplines can turn every interruption into a lesson his boy will never forget.

Example 1: Disagreements Over Contentious Issues

Hot Issues That Make You Speak Disrespectfully:  How do you handle them in real time?

It’s Sunday evening. Daddy sits the boy down at the kitchen table with the laptop open to the banking app and a printed list of upcoming bills. He begins calmly explaining why they need to cut back on the boy’s discretionary spending—specifically, the $250 monthly “fun money” the boy has been using on video games and takeout. Daddy is only two sentences in (“Next month we have the car insurance renewal and your dental crown, so…”) when the boy’s face flushes and he blurts out, “That’s not fair! You promised I could have that money for myself, and I’ve been good!”Daddy stops mid-sentence. The air in the room changes. The boy has just overridden Daddy’s authority in an important domain (money) that directly affects the security and order of their home. Daddy has two choices: 

Explain why this budgeting process is super important and the boy needs to cut back.

Explain why the boy is disrespecting his Daddy's authority on this important issue.

Let's take the second choice, because listening to the first choice could go on for 6 pages of back and forth no one really wants to hear. Do you? Instead, Daddy closes the laptop, stands up, and says, “Corner. Pants down. Now.” Fifteen minutes later the boy is standing in The Corner with a very red, very sore bottom with the “finance paddle” that only comes out because of disrespect at this scale. After Cornertime, Daddy brings him back to the table, re-opens the laptop, and finishes the exact same sentence he started earlier without a single interruption. "You will sit on that sore fanny of yours until we're done. Only when Daddy says, "I’m done speaking. Now, what do you think," is the boy to respond—respectfully. In some relationships these questions or the boy's ideas can come with a "Sir" at the end of each one: "Listening to you just now, I have thought of a better way to manage that particular expense, Sir." Daddy should actively listen and think, not respond immediately. Pausing shows you are considerate of your boy too. Now in this safer space, Daddy can work with his boy thoughtfully to adjust the budget.

Another approach, which could be more punitive, financially speaking, is that Daddy simply stops the boy's $250 allowance for the next two months, and the boy writes 200 lines: “I will not interrupt Daddy when he is talking.” Let me be clear: The Spanking or the restriction on the boy's allowance isn’t for disagreeing with the budget. Disagreements over finances are important, and no boy should accept blindly what his Daddy decides to do financially. Heck, the boy might be a financial analyst by day, and Daddy should be listening to the boy! However, at night, that financial analyst is Daddy's boy, and if he expects to live in a Domestic Discipline relationship happily, he'd better behave like it or expect to be corrected about his role in the relationship. 

Example 2: Bad Behavior In Front of Friends or Family

Have you ever been at this dinner? It's awkward for everyone.

Daddy and boy are out for dinner with two vanilla friends. Daddy is telling a story about a recent work trip when the boy—eager to be funny and get a laugh—cuts in loudly with, “Yeah, but you forgot to mention how you got lost for forty-five minutes because you refuse to use Google Maps!” The table laughs, but Daddy’s jaw tightens. The boy just publicly undermined Daddy’s authority in front of others.

The table erupts in laughter. Daddy forces a tight smile, but his eyes go stone-cold. The boy feels it instantly, that sick little drop in his stomach that says he just crossed a bright red line in public.

The rest of the meal is excruciating. Daddy is polite to their friends, but every time the boy opens his mouth Daddy’s hand settles it on his boy's thigh under the table — a silent grip that says, "What the heck are you doing?"

In situations like this, I dive into my phone on the car ride home. Daddy is silent and will sometimes crank the music. It doesn't tend to help, really. The second we part, the silence performance ends.

In our example, Daddy parks the car, he walks over to the boy's side of the car and grabs him by the upper arm and marches him through the front door and into the master bathroom. He flips on the light switch to the bathroom and reaches into the cabinet under the sink and pulls out the bar of Ivory soap they keep specifically for this purpose. (Of course, this approach to Discipline must be already approved or set down in their written Rules ahead of time. No Daddy should launch into this without the full consent of his boy ahead of time.)

Disrespect can earn a mouth-soaping in addition to, or instead of, The Spanking.

Under that consent, at Daddy’s discretion, Disrespect can earn a mouth-soaping in addition to, or instead of, The Spanking. This helps so both know that the boy has no one to blame but his own smart mouth.

Daddy runs the bar under warm water until he gets a lather on his palms, “Open your mouth." Daddy slides the bar across his tongue, back and forth, coating every surface. Then he works it between cheek and gums usually having to use his fingers or a washcloth. Depending on the size of the bar, he will work the soap under the boy's tongue and along the roof of his mouth. The taste is immediate and overwhelming — sharp, chemical, humiliating. The boy gags, and his face will go pretty red.

“If you wanted to talk over me in front of our friends,” Daddy says calmly, although obviously agitated, “Then you'll taste exactly what disrespect feels like." This If/then structure of Discipline makes clear the problem, and enables the boy to more easily learn from his mistakes. Daddy leaves the bar sitting on the boy’s tongue for a full minute while the boy is instructed to bite down. Foam begins to leak from the corners of the boy’s mouth and drips onto his shirt or the counter/sink. The humiliation is worse than the taste, though. Humiliation is the point, because it reflects back to the boy, what he did in public.

When Daddy finally removes the bar, it's a good idea to instruct the boy on what he is to do next. One approach could be to bring him a glass of water and tell the boy, “Rinse then spit it out into the sink. Do not swallow.” The boy swishes and spits into the sink. The taste lingers as the Punishment lasts beyond the experience at the sink.

Daddy cups the boy’s chin, forcing eye contact. “You will not speak again tonight unless I ask you a direct question. Tomorrow morning you will write ‘I will let Daddy finish speaking in front of others’ one hundred times before coffee," Reinforcing the Punishment, Daddy continues, “And the next time we go out with our friends, you will behave properly, like the respectful boy I know you can be. Am I making myself clear?”

“And the next time we go out with our friends, you will behave properly, like the respectful boy I know you can be. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” the boy responds.

“Get in The Corner immediately. Ten minutes. Then you're going to bed.”

The boy shuffles to The Corner where he is sent when he breaks House Rules, mouth still soapy and tasting every bit of the lesson he earned.

When they return to the same restaurant group the following month, Daddy might apply a Behinder Reminder swat on the boy's behind before entering and reminding him of how this is supposed to go. The boy sits (gingerly, if he's not already gotten the point) and doesn't speak until Daddy has completely finished any story or point. The friends notice the difference but likely say nothing because this is new to them.

Friends, both vanilla and otherwise, can feel when a relationship takes a positive turn like this. They have very likely never enjoyed having dinner with a boy who interrupts his Daddy all the time. Though they may not even know the two are in a Domestic Discipline relationship, they know a relationship where respect has been earned and given. It makes everyone more comfortable, everytime.

Some couples don't need mouth-soaping regularly. Others like the boy in our example here, need the occasional reminder that the same mouth he uses to get out of hand or sass Daddy back is the same one that can get him paddled or suds-ed when he forgets who’s in charge of it.

Example 3: The Simple Realities of 21st Century Online Life

It’s 11:30 p.m. and the boy has an early meeting the next morning, but he’s still scrolling on his phone in bed. Daddy walks in, turns off the overhead light, and says, “Phone down, lights out. I thought we agreed that we'd turn off our devices 30 minutes before bedtime. I did, why haven't —?” The boy, tired and cranky, snaps, “I’m not a child! I just need five more minutes, maybe more. ” What's happened here isn't that the boy doesn't need more time on his phone, but he's cutting Daddy off mid-sentence. That is breaking a Rule to respect your Daddy, not a Rule about phone use. Sure, the phone should probably be taken away and put in a jar in the kitchen until morning. But that's a different matter. 

Here's one way for this Daddy to resolve this situation.

“You know that's not how we do things in this relationship.  You aren't respecting the relationship and the Rules, you're getting a Spanking..."

Without raising his voice, he simply takes the phone, sets it on the dresser, and says, “You know that's not how we do things in this relationship. You aren't respecting the relationship and the Rules, you're getting a Spanking. Now get up.” The boy hesitates one second too long, and Daddy adds, “Or I double it.” 

The boy stands up, Daddy drops his pajamas, and pulls him across Daddy's lap. Daddy pulls down the boys underpants and administers a sound Spanking that leaves the boy promising to respect Daddy in the future. 

Because this is a recurring issue, Daddy may decide a stronger message is needed. After The Spanking, the boy is sent to the guest room maybe with a large plug pushed into place by Daddy and white underpants only—nonSpanking humiliation combined with physical reminder can help to emphasize the importance of Daddy's role, if the boy does this repeatedly over time. 

Not every Punishment needs to be Spankings. 

Instead, Daddy can try nonSpanking solutions, particularly when dealing with repeated problems that will inevitably crop up in our lives. You can't Spank away recurring issues. I think Disrespect caused by us boys being adults is one of them. 

In the example above, perhaps Daddy doesn't allow the boy back in Daddy’s big bed until he has gone three consecutive nights handing his phone into Daddy and not breaking any other House Rules. At the end of the third night, Daddy might consider requiring that the boy ask permission to return to Daddy's bed, “Daddy, may I please sleep in your bed tonight? I will do my best to respect you and your decisions.”

At this juncture, Daddy can decide if handing the phone back and letting his boy back into his bed is a good idea or not. It's important and helpful to establish a system that conveys that these things are privileges and not rights. In a vanilla relationship, these would be your right as the equal partner. But in a Daddy/boy relationship, maintaining and regulating the privileges a boy earns can be essential to keeping the dynamic alive and vibrant.

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In today's post, we've covered three very different situations where a boy disrespects his Daddy — one about contentious issues, another in public behavior getting out of hand, and final one of breaking agreed upon Rules — yet the common thread is the same. The boy’s impulsive need to speak before Daddy has finished. Each time, the correction is memorable and directly tied to the behavior. The result? A qhappier home, a more confident Daddy, and a boy who is learning—sometimes the hard way—that letting Daddy finish is not just polite. In their dynamic, it is the foundation of respect itself.boys, the next time you feel that urge to jump in, defend, show Daddy he is wrong, or joke at his expense:

Your bottom, your mouth, and your relationship, will thank you for it.

_________________________________________ [This article is a Cornertime Confidential take on Dominic Masters' Substack article "Always Let Your (Daddy) Finish Speaking First Before You Speak Why This One Habit Shapes the Peace, Respect, and Order of a Domestic Discipline Relationship," Dec. 3, 2025]

Dear Readers, I've begun writing a Handbook on Daddy/boy Domestic Discipline. I'd love to hear your input. I would love to hear particularly from boys who are currently in or have been in Dom/sub or Daddy/boy relationships where Spanking has played an important role. 

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How To Become a Gold Star boy

Back Door boy Exercises🧢 

by guest blogger, The Dirty Daddy* 

(*“I'm a fetish educator and have a Ph.Daddy in boyology.)

Today's post is for all the back-door boys with Daddys who want to go beyond the Spankings. Some Daddys want to go beyond the humiliation and embarrassment of Spanking you as a boy, and explore your body sexually. Daddy may want to use your boy hole or your mouth as part of making you his. Speaking just for me and my Daddy, this is a lived reality. For those of us in this situation, a few tips can help keep your body a fun place to play. 

Thanks to The Dirty Daddy, we have some near-clinic advise on how to best a Gold Star boy for your Daddy. In his post on the importance of adult boys doing these exercises, he references this article from the Mayo Clinic advocating that all males do these. So he's not just being a big meanie forcing you to workout. He teaches you that a tight boy hole and entire back passage is better for Daddy and much better for you in the personal health department. Below are his recommended exercises for his boys. 

"At first you may need to perform these exercises while sitting. As the muscles strengthen you can progress to exercise standing up. Like any activity, start with what you can achieve and progress from there. Remember to use your muscles whenever you exert yourself during your daily activities...

1. Squeezing/ tightening and drawing in and up around both your anus and urethra. Lift up inside. Try to hold this contraction tightly for 3-10 secs. Keep breathing! Now release and relax.  2. Rest 10-20 secs. Repeat Step 1. Rest again, it's important to rest. If you find it easy to hold, try to hold longer. Repeat. Work towards 12, lengthy holds. 3. Now try 5-10 short, fast tight contractions. Relax. Repeat.

✅ Do NOT hold your breath ✅ Do NOT push down instead of squeeze and lift ✅ Do NOT pull your tummy in tightly ✅ Do NOT tighten your buttocks and thighs.

Gold Star boy Skills

"Try to set aside 5-10 mins in your day for this exercise routine. A few good contractions are more beneficial than many half-hearted ones. Good results take time and effort. 

"I advocate pelvic floor exercises (PFE) as daily practice because it teaches you micro-muscle control which is the “Gold Star” boy Skill that can blow your Daddy's mind...

"Practicing this control method and strengthening your pelvic wall allows you to contract around your Daddy, and with practice, you'll be able to create a wave-like motion of muscle around him while he is inside you. These little understood muscles are a good boy's best friend and create Daddy’s favorite glove to slip into." 

Be Daddy's Big Gold Star boy. You'll be glad you did!

Mayo Clinic "Fast Tips"

When you are first starting out try this: Push your finger into your anus and squeeze on your finger as if trying to hold in urine. A feeling of tightness on your finger means you're squeezing the pelvic floor muscles. 

Once you've found the right muscles, you can do trhese "Kegel" exercises in any position. At first, you might find them most easy to do while lying down.

Repeat three times a day. Aim for at least three sets a day. Work up to doing 10 to 15 Kegels in each set. You could aim to do these sets in different positions. (For example, you could do one set lying down, one set seated and one set standing.) 

Ask your healthcare professional to make a Kegel exercise plan that's tailored just for you. This can be particularly important for any men with urinary flow issues. You'll want to learn about reverse Kegels to help with that. But that's for a completely different blog post.

Make Kegel exercises part of your daily routine. Some ways to do that include:

Keep your pelvic wall in tip top shape, 'cuz when you do, you not only do it for Daddy, you make your body a lifelong playground that you'll always get to enjoy! 

Quick update: on "And Just Like That" the T.V. spin off (redux) of "Sex and the City," Charlotte's husband has a problem down there and his urologist recommends these anal kegels...and the show champions their effectiveness. A note: dry orgasm doesn't get remedied by anal kegels as you see in the show. But becoming a better boy who lives on the receiving end of Daddy is greatly improved by practicing daily. 

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How to donate:

Just go to your PayPal account and send $50 to the following address: [email protected]. Your donation matters. Here's why...

Why the site is down:

Laws passed in states all over the country have prevented access to sites like SouthSpanking.com because they require age verification. james and Denis are a two Man team: OK, well, james is Daddy Denis' adult boy, but you get my meaning...

At any rate, there's a significant cost to support age verification, so the money isn't just being taken in, it's being applied directly to the site, to bring it back to life.

Here's what SouthSpanking provides: 

A huge well of user-generated content about the lives, troubles, and tribulations of Spanked boys and Men Who Spank.

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There's so much there, that we cannot afford to NOT donate to james and Denis.

Only $50 will help to bring back this terrific site. Again, james "can only take donations using paypal to the email address of [email protected] or Zelle using the same email address." So do what you can as soon as you can!

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Off Road Rules

I received an email from a reader over the transom who I didn't know who had a story to tell. I'm not prone to sharing other's work that retells a CP connection. However, this story had several important factors which I wanted to be able to share with Cornertime Confidential readers. This story tells one way to have a "custody" or "weekend" Domestic Discipline arrangement. Organizing these things can be a very left brain activity for a right brain experience, and can go wrong. 

I love how Smithy's writing style lends itself to a propulsive, short sentence structure with a "Pilion"-style storyline from the upcoming movie. I doubt there was any intention to mimic the film, because I received this in the summer of 2025 before the movie's release. At any rate...

Here's one story that sounds like it went very "right!"

Mr. Jason

by Smithy

This story is more of a "remembering" as a 25-year-old, now almost 35 years ago. Back then no big internet connections; people who were understanding of this met in clubs and pubs; in my case at the edge of an industrial town. 

Often these places were found by instinct rather than advertising. It is here that I met Jason before and had experiences relating to what is now called impact play; we called it punishment.

Mr. Jason was the typical steel industry worker; about 10 years older than me. He had played club rugby and was at one stage in my surf rowing club. Broad; large muscular build; chest and arm hair; he did not and never will need testosterone therapy. Jason had access to a large rural property and a shed with living areas including a kitchen; bathroom and bunk beds. None of this was flash; it was built in the 70's with no updates.

I had been given a list of things to pack for this including my bike gear; helmet, gloves, body armor & eye protection. 

Other clothing was restricted to 2 shorts, 2 briefs and a 2 t-shirts.

There was a large porch at the front of the cottage that extended into the car ports. Its supply of water was via a tank that was fed through the guttering, Directly attached to the water tank was an outdoor shower. 

Running through the property was what we called a river; it was a car wide and slowly flowing. In parts deep enough to submerge yourself to the average chest.

Weeping willows were a feature that both held the banks together and formed these pools.The heat was oppressive and the humidity you could drink. Sweat collected in your clothing; in such a way that you were better off not wearing a shirt. Access to this property was through a manual gate and up a gravel road of about 3 km.

Driving up this road I felt like a trespasser, hoping I got the address right. That feeling of palpitations like a healthy anxiety meets excitement. On arrival; every window was wound down in my car and the seatbelt was sticking to my bare chest. The sweat running down my central back and arms like I was in a sauna.

No air conditioning back then. 

Extended Role Play 

This was my first attempt at extended "role play". Submitting as an adult lad for a weekend of  "MAN/lad" dynamic.

Unusually  for my age I had enough trust and experience gathered for the ground rules and consequences to be clear.

Rules were simple written and consequences in full sight and addressed to me.

1. Use respect when talking; Sir or Mr. Jason 2. No smoking near the generator or outside the porch area  3. No shoes or shirts inside; and shower off mud and dirt before entering 4. Do as you're told with minimal fuss. 5. When riding bikes, gloves, body armor, t-shirt; helmets and shoes must be worn 6. Keep the place tidy and where possible swept (high cleanliness in this type of camping was impossible; standards were  based on what was possible) 

There was a 7th rule that we stay in the role from sun up to sun down then break overnight. The consequences for the infractions were as expected in my role play mind. 

Mr. Jason's hand was large and calloused from manual work; in role this was Mr. Jason's first port of  call when I was pushing his envelope. The usual belt was swung across a chair in the kitchen; wide black heavy supple. It was used as a work belt, holding holsters for hammers, nails and tape. This thing was designed for  quality and durability. 

Curiously there was also a small pruning saw that was held to the wall by an old nail*. My eyes glanced at it; Mr. Jason in his broad Australian accent stated "hope you don't have to cut your own cane". 

Our weekend was not planned around BDSM at all but rather; BBQ ing our food, cleaning up after, skinny dipping;  strip poker and general bush bashing on old  BMX bikes. 

I had my arrival time set for sunset Friday. There was just enough time at my arrival to have the rules and activities stated. We had our Friday night feed on the porch; punched through a few cigs and had a night of strip poker together. 

Saturday morning came; the usual morning activities of eating, chatting and me being put in my place more than once with Mr. Jason's hard hand swats aimed at my glutes.  Shorts he pulled down for better impact. It was given in a zone of playful seriousness. 

I love bike riding; all sorts on road and off road. The BMX bikes that were present had breaks and chains that were in good order. 

There was a gravel road running down the hill, this sight transformed my 25 year old self into a risk taking bandit.

Breaks breaks and tyres check; gloves and helmet with eye wear check; shoes check and too hot for the chest and back armour 

Down that hill I went at a breakneck speed, I cannot describe the rush; it was testosterone and adrenaline overload. Dust flying, good jumps and burnouts. At the base of the hill the river. Quick survey for snakes and crocodiles. Then gear off for a long cool soak.  

Felt great as I emerged seeing the jungle perch, They swam around me without fear. To me this was a sign of total safety within this stretch of water. Everything felt so free, freedom from clothing in the water, felt great, felt alive all over. 

Was there for hours; free from any sense of time and the punch card clock at work was not even within my comprehension. Timeless with the sounds of nature running thought my head running through me calm and energised. 

Aware now of the need for lunch I drip dried at the water's edge, shorts shaken out before I put them on, shook out the shoes and stomped on them.

Helmet, eye gear, brakes and tyres check and up the hill I pushed. 

The sprung tap shower was effective in washing the dirt from the ride and mud from the river off me. 

Mr. Jason watching my body being washed over; added to a strange sense of testosterone based pride.

We ate inside; shirts and shoes off of course, simple camp food but more than sufficient. Ham, lettuce, cheese and tomato roles washed down with the rainwater collected in the tank.

It was in this after food bliss that the mood changed. 

"Not in for body armour or jockstrap today Matt." Mr. Jason's words were slow and calm articulated between puffs on the cigarette. 

Not barking or with any sense of anger; no sign of seriousness in Mr. Jason's voice "'Get 'em on and meet me at the porch". 

Adding after a brief silence in his usual cardboard accent "no shorts lad; we're going for a walk".

Within three deliberate strides he removed the pruning saw from the wall.

The two of us are walking now; Mr. Jason in t-shirt shorts and me in bodyarmor and jockstrap and sneakers. It felt odd; it would have looked stranger.

Slow walk heat and humidity; sweat and humidity causing the body armor and jock strap to stick to me as if glued.

Mr. Jason handed me the  pruning saw; handle end. "That willow there cut 3 canes;  you know the type I want".  

As I clambered into the tree;  I started scouting. I cut my first switch about 90 cm about 1 cm thick.  

The others looked like clones of the first. 

I had handed the belt to Mr. Jason a lot; but this was the first time I had actually done this. This was the next level as I turned out to nature and focused on my work

Climbing down the willow I handed the three canes to Mr. Jason. He said nothing but examined each swishing through the air in practice. 

We know the sound if you are in the practice.

I was zoned and nearly missed Mr. Jason's next words; completely unagitated stating; "have you earned this"; I nodded.

The sounds on the running river were interrupted by a still quite voice "how many". 

Silent sweaty me standing at the river side silent. "Cat got ya tongue lad," Mr. Jason smiled.

Mr. Jason stated softly "Ill start the bidding at 8, anything to say".

After a short break I whispered back "Six Sir its traditional". We had played this game before; it was a game that added to the knife edge that he had me on.

Mr. Jason handed me back the canes; took off his shirt tucking it into the back of his shorts and in a broad slow accent stated "shirts off when I got work to do; six of the best then matt. I want the canes now"

After I handed the canes back Mr. Jason with his right hand pulled on my body armour checking its tightness, unimpressed he fastened it a little firmer. He felt around my jock strap making sure everything was in position and i mean everything

Pointing he stated "over that rock and count them out." Mr. Jason had a rule of counting; he would lay a lick right after I called the number.

I went over the rock about waist high; legs straddling the side like I was on a saddle.

In a serious tone he clearly "start the count if ya are up for it".

"One." Mr. Jason lined up one of the switches across the middle of my glutes, drew it back, re-aimed than wshh iiippp thunk. On target and man did it burn; my skin was still soft from the swim and shower. My incessant sweating added extra burn.

As I caught my breath; I whispered "Two". He aimed carefully right above the first; there was no re-aiming this time wshh ippp thunk; I grunted. Mr. Jason stated "I know why I call you grunt at times and if ya dont breath you'll faint. Think ill change canes now"

I swallowed heart beating sweating now not just from the heat "Three"; I stated part out of defiance from Mr. Jason's last comment. He must have re-aimed that cane at least 5 times before wshh ippp thunk. It hit right below the first lick; the burn intensifying with this testosterone wash I was starting to feel

There was no gap this time; "Four" the cane was aimed right at the top of my glutes; above the second lick. It felt like hell yeah; but as the burn subsided the rush came over me. Mr. Jason's Sweat and testosterone held me in a place by a tribal feeling of belonging. 

Mr. Jason's voice "You got this, Matt; I'm changing canes; at your call make it clear if your up for it"

"Five" whippipp thunk He didn't even aim this time straight across the lowest point of my glutes. That sit spot; right where ya sit on the push bike. Right where you land on the stool at work. 

"Ok Matt breath"; Mr. Jason leaned next to my ear holding the cane just within my line of sight. "This is burning I know; I've felt it. I will never harm you but Matt this will burn. Your glutes are going to look like a gate after this; Understand mate, tough love. Do you have this". I nodded "if your up for it call it out"

"Six" the cane was aimed this time once and held there; right across my glutes; at an angle intersecting the other stripes; Whhh ipp Thunk. 

"Come on breath or at least grunt he joked" I heard him then break the canes and throw them into the bush. 

"Matt its done"; Mr. Jason helped me up; loosened and took off my body armor. It was placed so tight it left a print across my chest and back. Mr. Jason rubbed those marks "Matt didn't know I pulled it that tight". This was totally off my radar; cannot work out why to this day. (Yes a joke).

Head pats all the way back up the hill for me; cordial conversation bout the trees and the bush. 

Planned skinny dipping again with Mr. Jason that afternoon. As a reminder it was me carrying the body armor; yeah was deliberate as my backside went from burning to throbbing.

Back inside the cottage; Mr. Jason fetched the ice spray as I bent over the chair. He ran his fingers slowly over each welt. From the first to the last lick.

"Do you mind?" he stated; I said, "Yeah, go ahead". He reached for my testicles and dick holding them out the path of the ice spray that coated the glutes.

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* it was a technician knife used in mechanics; doubt your readers would know what this is. It looks like a largish pocket knife with no point but had fine teeth. It was used to saw through plastic and rubber tubing.

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A cup of tea anyone?

I think this pic shows just how ridiculously short these short trousers are! Fantasies and “ideal world” aside, what do you guys think?

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I think these are great short trousers! LOVE them.