It is doubtful that our ancestors who lived in trees spanked each other for either pleasure or punishment, since their bodies were not appropriately designed for spanking. Simian buttocks, after all, tend to be slim and muscular, and generally covered with hair.
When early Homo sapiens dropped from the tree and shed his hair, however, he developed buttocks featuring rounded, fatty cheeks with an advanced degree of nerve development.
In fact, both visually and sensuously, the human buttocks developed into an erogenous zone. As of then, it seems most likely that man and woman began spanking. Whether the first spanking was administered for punishment or pleasure, we shall probably never know. We do know, however, that during various ages and cultures, beating was more or less prominent both as a disciplinary measure and for the purposes of sexual arousal and amusement.
In our present society, corporal punishment has generally fallen into disuse. Fewer parents spank children, preferring other forms of punishment considered more in keeping with the times. Still, in a good number of homes, discipline is enforced by the open palm, hair brush, strap, or switch, and the application, usually, is to the bared buttocks of the young offender.
One area where corporal punishment seems to have enjoyed an upsurge in recent years is in the area of spanking for pleasure.
Through correspondence clubs, tabloid newspapers, and illustrated magazines, persons with an interest in spanking, overt or covert, can exchange opinions, detail experiences (real or fancied), and arrange meetings where spankings are administered and enjoyed.
Within the past few years, two cases came to light which, to a great portion of the public, were startling.
One was in New York State where a buxom blonde was arrested when police raided her house where, for a price, clients, male and female, could be spanked, strapped, whipped, or tortured in any manner they chose.
The second and more recent case made headlines in Toronto, Canada (a city of about two million people), where, as a result of the death of a young woman, it was revealed that in one of the city's major churches, a minister and a number of prominent parishioners belonged to a cult which met in the church at off-hours.
There members administered bare-bottom spankings to drive evil spirits out of their bodies. This, it must be observed, was not some obscure cult, but a church of a major Protestant denomination.
Not all such groups come to light. In many cities, towns, and suburban areas, such groups meet in numbers of from four to twenty or more for spanking sessions, usually with complete sexual freedom.
There could be such sessions taking place on the quiet street where you live. Some of your best friends may be members without your being aware of it. Any merchant of barber supplies will tell you that a great number of razor straps are sold to nonbarbers.
In this work then, we shall explore a wide area where corporal punishment is practiced for punishment or pleasure, and, in some cases, for both reasons.
For the purpose of this work, we shall ignore the more severe aspects of sadomasochism, which we know to exist, and concentrate on the milder, and much more common, spankings and strappings as carried out in families and among like-thinking friends.
As in my previous works on human sexual behavior, all case histories used are true cases taken from my own files and from those of my professional associates.
In order to provide an understanding of the persons involved, it is necessary to employ graphic description of events relating to spanking and related sexual activity, but I have made every effort not to shock merely for shock's sake.
I ask the reader to bear this in mind.
-G.M
CHAPTER ONE - Domestic Spanking of Children
Since spanking is so frequently associated with the normal domestic chastisement of children, this seems to be a normal jumping-off point for a work of this nature.
In this chapter, we discuss various types of spanking, from mommy spanks little Johnny because he is naughty, to daddy spanks teen-aged Susie because he likes to take her panties down and feel his hand slapping her maturing buttocks to get his jollies by seeing her squirm across his thighs.
There is a whole middle ground to be explored between these two points. When we have completed this exploration, to the extent that it is possible in one volume, we shall have, I trust, a broader understanding of those persons who delight in spanking and/or being spanked, as well as those who spank solely as enforcement of family discipline.
Let us now look at some actual case histories and see what enlightenment we find in them.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Frank and Adele spanked their two children, a boy and a girl, from early childhood as a routine method of discipline. Either parent, though usually Adele, would bare the bottom of the culprit, take the offender over the lap, and hand spank the buttocks until it was decided that enough had been inflicted.
As is usual in the spanking of children, crying was inevitable.
One evening, after having spanked her fourteen-year-old son, Adele went to her husband and confessed that more and more in recent months, she had come to find sexual excitement in spanking the children.
During the ensuing discussion, her husband admitted that there had always been a measure of excitement for him in spanking, but that it was becoming greater as the children grew older, especially the fifteen-year-old daughter who was maturing quite rapidly.
In the beginning, they were filled with fear and shame, but as they continued the discussion, they worked together to find justification for their actions and relief from guilt at finding enjoyment in the punishment of their children.
Adele remembered an item she had read in an article written some years before by a psychologist who had stated that it is a quite normal reaction for a parent to feel some measure of sexual excitement while spanking the bared bottom of a child.
Where there had been a fear at the beginning of their discussion that they would have to stop spanking the children, they ended by agreeing that they would continue to spank the children as long as they lived at home.
The only change was that rather than spanking the child at the time of his offense, both parents would give the child a trial at the first opportunity and if they found him guilty, one parent would then spank him.
They were content that this procedure would protect the children against being spanked by either parent without just cause. Frank was delighted with his wife's suggested plan, since he enjoyed watching his daughter being spanked almost as much as he enjoyed baring and spanking her attractive young bottom.
A few days later, their son arrived home from school with a note observing bad study habits over a period of a few days. That evening, the boy accompanied his parents to the basement recreation room.
The note provided the evidence, so there was little need for a trial before Adele lowered the boy's pants and shorts, took him over her lap, and administered a severe spanking which caused him to cry loudly and kick his legs in frantic protest.
As they watched the boy pull his pants up, they looked at each other, their eyes shining in excitement. Staying in the rec room after he left, they embraced and kissed passionately, and a little later, while the children watched television, they hurried to their bedroom where they were soon naked and rolling in frantic love-making and thrilling to strong climax.
Their daughter earned her next spanking less than a week later. There was a trial and she pleaded guilty with a plea for clemency which was denied.
After she had raised her skirt and slip to her waist, her father drew her white nylon panties down her shapely young thighs, satisfied himself that the suspenders of her garter belt would not be in the way, then pulled her into position over his legs.
Earlier, he had placed a mirror in position so that besides watching directly, he could also see the spanking and kicking reflected in the mirror.
After patting her buttocks lightly while delivering an appropriate scolding, he began the actual spanking. It was as severe a spanking as the girl had ever received, and before he pulled her panties back into place, the man had colored every inch of the twin cheeks a brilliant, painful shade of red.
Again Frank and Adele went into their bedroom shortly after the spanking, stripped, and held each other for a long time while they contributed to the fires of lust by discussing the spanking that had just been administered and the reactions of the girl.
After Frank brought his wife to orgasm by means of cunnilingus, an act he did not often perform, Adele showed her arousal by taking his penis into her mouth and, for the first time ever, bringing him to ejaculation orally, swallowing his semen eagerly.
Both were amazed and thrilled at the heights of arousal they had achieved, and they told themselves how good it was going to be for them in the future while their children remained at home.
During the ensuing three years before the children left home for college, spanking continued to provide pleasure for both parents. Because they had been brought up on a steady diet of spankings, the children did not voice any strenuous objections.
It was obvious that the girl, at eighteen, considered herself much too mature to hold her skirts above her waist while her father slowly pulled her panties down her thighs to spank her bare behind, but she submitted in the knowledge that she would soon be leaving home and would be finished with that form of punishment.
The night before her departure, mother and father took the eighteen-year-old beauty to the recreation room just at bedtime when she wore only a nightie. After a long talk about what was expected of her in the way of conduct when away from parental discipline, she was told to remove her nightie and submit to a spanking which would serve as a reminder to her while away.
For a moment, the girl tensed as if to resist the order, then, with a little shrug of resignation, she pulled the thin garment over her head and stood naked before her parents.
Her breasts were the fully developed breasts of a mature woman, but with the delightful firmness and up-thrust beauty of youth. Frank could not tear his eyes away from them as they bounced while the girl walked to his chair to lie over his waiting lap.
He feared that she felt the form of his erect penis as he took her onto his lap and spanked briskly from cheek to cheek. It was a fear he had known often during the previous few years, but it did not diminish his pleasure as the young woman writhed and bounced, crying, over his thighs, long legs kicking excitingly.
When the girl dashed from the room, closing the door behind her, Adele hurriedly jerked her panties down and stepped out of them before lying on the couch with her dress pulled up to her waist.
Jerking his pants and shorts down, Frank got onto the couch with his wife. They were quickly locked in an embrace calculated to bring strong climax orally to each other.
Neither noticed when the door was opened silently and the wet-eyed girl looked at them for a few seconds before walking quietly away, leaving the door open, a wordless notification to them that she understood all about the many spankings she had received. A short time later, there were many looks of surprise when the girl submitted to the spanking paddle during her sorority initiation without the least bit of fuss. She was spanked as hard as any of the other pledges, but came out of it with a smile.
To a few of her best friends she later spoke of her spankings at home and what she had discovered her parents doing the night before she left.
A pall of gloom hung over the house as Frank and Adele tried to adjust to their suddenly barren life. They gave some thought to adopting children, but decided it was too late to start over.
In desperation, they began spanking each other with much ritual and following the spankings with sexual intercourse, cunnilingus, and fellatio. It worked very well.
In time, they began answering advertisements in highly specialized tabloids and were soon corresponding with many other couples who enjoyed spanking.
Before long, they were visiting and being visited by others with a penchant for spanking. The first time Frank lowered the panties of another woman and spanked her plump buttocks, he feared he would ejaculate in his pants while his wife and the other woman's husband looked on, awaiting their turn.
During that first meeting, spouses were exchanged and the four enjoyed sexual intercourse on the big double bed.
Still in their forties, Frank and Adele have thrown themselves completely into their new way of life and have a wide circle of friends who share their interests, as well as an impressive collection of literature, pictures, and tape recordings all devoted to spanking and related activities.
They have maintained excellent relations with their son and daughter, and there is a family joke,, from which their son is excluded: the girl will walk out of the room, close the door, then open it and smile at her parents with a little wink.
They are only now learning not to blush when she does this. In achieving her little pleasure at their expense, she reminds them of all the years of pleasure they enjoyed at the cost to her of red, tingling behind.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Bonar J., a man in his early forties, was vaguely aware that his wife spanked and strapped their two children, a seven-year-old boy and a girl of fifteen.
He became very much aware of it when he spent a rare evening at home instead of wining and dining clients; in a fit of anger, his wife grabbed the girl, pulled her over her lap, and was soon slapping her bared behind furiously.
At first, the man was shocked; then, as he gazed at the lowered panties of his daughter and her heaving, bouncing, red behind, his penis surged mightily in his pants so that he was forced to fold his hands in his lap to hide it.
The following evening, to his wife's amazement, Bonar arrived home for dinner and spent the evening at home. He had made love to her the previous evening, a relatively rare event, then added to her surprise the next evening by showing her a fully erect penis as they undressed for bed. After a long bout of foreplay during which she climaxed once, he took her into his arms and made love to her strongly and ardently so that her second orgasm was timed to his ejaculation in her.
Later, while they rested and she told him how it was like being a bride again, Bonar told her he was sorry he had wasted so much of their life with his devotion to business.
In the future, he assured her, he would spend much more time with his family and would do his share of the work in disciplining and training the children.
The woman couldn't begin to understand what had brought about the change in her husband, but she wasn't about to question it. She hoped it would last, and that was enough.
A few days later, Bonar became even more involved with his family; he told his wife that their daughter was growing too big for her to spank and that it was time he showed that he too was concerned with her proper development by spanking her when it was needed.
Although his wife assured him that she was well able to discipline the girl, he insisted that it was wrong for the girl to grow up thinking that her mother was cruel, while her father was the kind and gentle one who never caused her painful punishment.
The wife was so satisfied with her "new husband" that she did not protest his wish to extend his involvement to spanking the children. It was agreed that the girl would be informed of the change in routine, and that when she earned a spanking, her father would be so informed when he arrived home from work.
Bonar was hard pressed to hide his anxiousness as the girl went for more than a week without being called to task. Rarely, he thought, did she ever escape a spanking for that long a period.
And then she fell from grace. Having heard the details of her offence on returning from work, he took his daughter to her own bedroom at once.
After lecturing her on her conduct, he took her across his lap with her skirts pulled up, her chubby buttocks straining at the thin nylon covering through which he could see the shadowy cleavage of her cheeks.
Taking her panties down slowly, he admired the lush full moons of silken skin; then, pushing her outer clothing higher up her back, he wrapped an arm around her bare waist and brought his right hand down with the first spank he had ever delivered.
A thrill shot through his body at the sound and feel of his palm meeting her smooth, firm, nether cheek. The second spank was more thrilling than the first, and with each succeeding spank, arousal built strongly in him. He had thrilled to the sounds of her crying and the slapping hand on her bottom when his wife spanked the girl, but the reality of spanking her himself was far more stimulating for him.
As a result, the girl received a longer and more painful spanking than she had ever received from her mother. Before allowing her to get off his lap, he pulled her panties up and patted her behind through them lightly while he warned her to avoid getting into trouble in the future or he would be forced to spank her again.
Leaving her room then, he went directly to the bathroom where, sweating profusely, he took his penis out and began to masturbate very slowly as he recalled the sights, sounds, and feel of spanking the girl.
He ejaculated strongly, allowed himself a little while to get his trembling under control, then, after flushing away all traces of semen, he washed his hands and went to see his wife who was working in the kitchen. "Was it upsetting?" she asked with concern. "Yes, dear," he replied, "but punishing a child is always like that, I suppose. I can see now how wrong I was in the past in forcing you to handle so unpleasant a chore by yourself."
Despite having masturbated earlier that evening, he was again able to have sexual intercourse with his wife that evening when they went to bed.
While he was fondling his wife's body, especially her mature buttocks, his mind was lost in a fantasy of spanking in which she was lying over his lap while he spanked her big buttocks and listened to her crying.
After he had inserted his penis into her, he returned to the mental imagery and clung to it until he felt himself ejaculating.
The next time he took his daughter to her room for a spanking, the girl, Marilyn, was wearing tight-fitting pants instead of the skirt she wore for school.
After he had scolded his daughter, he had her stand by his chair while he opened the side of her pants and pulled them down slowly. His pulses pounded at the gradually revealed sight of her beautifully formed young buttocks.
With a hand on one cheek, he guided her onto his lap and began spanking. She cried loudly as he spanked her bottom as severely as he had done the first time.
When the spanking ended, he ordered the girl to leave her panties and pants down and stand bending over the foot of the bed for ten minutes to reflect on her punishment so that she would remember the lesson in the future.
Marilyn had been warned not to let her pants fall any lower and this meant keeping her legs spread well apart. Bending as she was forced to do meant displaying not just her brightly colored behind, but her crotch, to the man who sat directly behind her, his penis throbbing with desire to enter the body of the virginal girl through the fleshy portal on which his eyes fastened.
This time, the man resisted the strong urge to masturbate and saved his arousal for an early bed with his wife. She was a well-loved woman when she drifted off to sleep right after sexual intercourse.
She should have been suspicious when, in his ardor during foreplay, he gave her a series of playful spanks until she told him to stop because he was hurting her. It was hardly in character for a man who claimed that spanking his daughter was an unpleasant chore, but she did not then see the point.
The frequency of Marilyn's spankings was stepped up then, as her father did not wait for his wife to report the girl's bad behavior, but created incidents himself by luring his daughter into various traps so that he would have an excuse to spank her.
Too, he kept increasing the ritual. Instead of merely baring her behind for a beating, he would order her to strip naked. If she were wearing garter belt and nylons, he would frequently permit her to retain them.
Instead of merely hand spanking her, he would first take her over his lap for a spanking, then have her bend naked over the end of the bed to have her sensitized buttocks strapped with his doubled belt. Such strappings were always unhurried, with as much as a minute elapsing between slaps.
During these strappings, the penalty for moving out of position was that the strapping would begin again from the start.
After the strapping had been completed, Marilyn was made to remain in position until she stopped crying; then he added to her humiliation, and to his sexual arousal, by forcing her to do a number of exercises while he sat watching.
Once the girl complained to her mother, but she got little sympathy. That night, Bonar took the girl to the bedroom where she received double the usual dose of both spanking and strapping with the belt, and an extra long session of exercises, including some new and more humiliating ones in which he considered it necessary to assist her in getting into the correct positions.
Not long after that, Marilyn's mother was called out of the city by the serious illness of her mother. She took her son and left Marilyn behind to look after Bonar. The stage was set for what had been a long time abuilding.
Immediately after the evening meal, the man told his daughter that the meal had not been properly cooked and that he would punish her for it after she had washed the dishes. He left the room then and told her to be ready when he called her for her beating.
Although she hurried, Marilyn had barely finished the dishes when the call came. Drying her hands, she hurried to the parental bedroom where she saw her father in a dressing robe. Below it, his legs were bare.
Not knowing what to expect, yet filled with a sense of impending doom, Marilyn nervously obeyed the order to undress and stripped naked.
When her father took her over his lap for the first portion of her punishment, she felt the stiffness of his aroused penis through the robe. It sent a shudder of raw fear through her body.
Holding her as she squirmed madly across his thighs, the man commenced spanking. He spanked hard, and in her frantic writhing, she pushed his robe wide open and felt his penis rubbing against her bare skin.
In that moment, all her fears crystallized and told Marilyn that this would be no ordinary punishment by any means. Her virginity was in peril, she sensed, with her own father posing the terrifying threat.
At last, he stopped spanking her. For a while, the man rubbed and patted her maddeningly sensitive buttocks, and as she continued to cry, Marilyn wondered how it was going to be possible for her to endure a strapping after the severe spanking she had received.
And then the man, heedless of his open robe, was helping the still sobbing girl to her feet and leading her to the foot of the bed.
Marilyn begged her father not to strap her since she had been so soundly spanked, but he said nothing as he bent her into position with her naming red buttocks fully arched.
Taking two cloth belts that had been draped over the end of the bed, he tied her so that her legs were spread wide apart, hurting all the way up to her hips to join the hurt that had been imparted to her buttocks by his slapping hand.
Bonar sighed deeply. Turning her face a little, Marilyn was able to see his reflection in the mirror as he removed his robe and stood naked for a few seconds, his hand wrapped around the shaft of his penis, which looked frighteningly big to the girl-big and hard and brutal.
Opening a drawer in the dresser, he removed a small package and took something out of it. The girl trembled as she watched him pull a Latex sheath onto his penis so that it was completely covered.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he unscrewed the cap of a jar and rubbed some cream all over the sheath, then turned and came to the bed.
Standing beside the bed, he told his daughter to turn her head and look at him. Close as he was, his penis then looked bigger than before and even more brutal. He told her that he was going to have sexual intercourse with her, using the common four-letter word.
"Oh, no," she gasped. "You're my father. I'm a virgin and I'm only fifteen. Please don't."
"You're old enough to learn what it's all about," he told her, his voice breaking with lust and excitement.
With that, he went to the back of the bed and, standing close to his daughter, moved the four fingers of his right hand into her crotch to fondle her vulva. From time to time, his other hand coursed over her tingling buttocks.
"You have a lovely bum, Marilyn. I love to spank it and watch it turn while I listen to you cry."
"Please stop, Father," she cried out.
"No dear. Every time I spank you I get a big hard-on. This time I am going to do something about it. I'll do it every time I spank you from now on."
And then she felt fingers probing into her vagina. When she cried out loudly in protest, the hand moved away and came back holding a belt. A quick shower of burning slaps of the leather covered her buttocks and thighs.
"Cry all you like," he told her then, panting, "but one scream and I'll strap the skin off your arse."
Thoroughly defeated, she buried her face in the covers of the bed and cried in despair.
After a little more probing in her crotch, the man went into action with his penis. It hurt terribly when he pushed it into the narrow opening of her small vagina, and the pain increased as he pushed again.
He was pounding and ramming at her, there was a flash of pain that seemed to light up the whole room, and then, as her first cry faded and the second began, she felt the entire length of his penis inside her pain-wracked body.
As if through a shroud of pain and terror, Marilyn felt the big penis stroking strongly in and out of her body, and was aware too of his strong body slapping against her still tingling bottom at the completion of each stroke.
And then he was gripping her with both hands and pulling her back against his body as he twitched and rubbed against her buttocks.
After a little while, he released his hold on her and withdrew his penis. As he untied her ankles, her father told her that if she ever told anyone what had happened, he would tie her up and whip her to death. She shuddered, both at his words and at the insane intensity with which he spoke them.
Walking was difficult, but in time she managed to gather up her clothes and go to her own room, still sobbing and crying lightly, her whole body sore and tired, her mind a terrified blank.
Like a robot, she dressed and walked quietly from the house to the police station, eight blocks away.
Within the hour, the police arrived at Bonar's home to arrest him. While he was being led to the police car, he broke free of the policeman and ran directly into the path of a car. He was dead on arrival at the hospital.
Marilyn was a patient of mine during a long course of treatment, and I am pleased to say that she seems fully recovered from her ordeal.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Eve married at the age of twenty-four, and had been married eight months when her husband was killed in an accident. Four months later, her son, Joseph, was born.
It is not surprising that she devoted her life to the boy. Insurance and a generous court settlement left the woman sufficiently well provided for so that with carefully planned investments, she did not have to work.
When, in time, the sexual urge grew strong in her, Eve turned to digital masturbation. Later, she amassed a collection of instruments to simulate the penis and used these quite often. Because she used them frequently, she satisfied her hungers before they built and was quite content. She refused to consider the possibility of marriage, for fear that a stepfather would not love and understand the boy as she did.
Eve enrolled the boy in an exclusive private school where he would mingle only with children of the better class, but he did little mingling at all. He was, even at the age of six, a confirmed "mamma's boy."
Despite a valiant effort by one of Joe's teachers, Eve refused to change her manner of bringing up the boy, so that at puberty, when he was twelve, he was still the mamma's boy she wanted him to be and had no friends except his mother.
Like his mother, he became a frequent masturbator. It is quite usual for a boy to masturbate frequently at that stage of his development, but what was unusual was that when he did so, his fantasy always included his mother.
He had once seen her in her bra and black panty girdle, and the image never left his mind. He always saw her that way when he masturbated, either in the bathroom or in his bed at night.
The seeds of an unhealthy development had already been scattered and fertilized, but it took an accident to bring them to fruition.
One day, while Joe was in school, Eve visited one of her few friends, a woman with a son just Joe's age. The boy was at home, having missed school that day because of a sickness that suspiciously cured itself shortly after nine o'clock.
Angry at having allowed the boy to put one over on her, the woman was in no mood to tolerate his pestering while she tried to hold a conversation with Eve.
When her patience ran out, she caught her son by the arm and, to Eve's surprise, took him over her lap with his pants and underwear lowered; she proceeded to administer a sound spanking to his bare bottom.
Almost from the beginning, Eve felt sexual arousal sweeping over her. Rather than sympathy for the crying, kicking victim, she felt only wild excitement and, when the woman stopped spanking, regret that it was over and the boy was pulling his clothes up over a very red pair of buttocks as he hurried crying from the room.
When Eve expressed surprise that the woman had so casually spanked her son, she received only a shrug in reply, indicating that spanking was the most normal thing in the world.
"But you seem to love him so," she persisted.
"Of course I do. In fact, I never love him more than when I am spanking him. He has done wrong and is being punished. Because I love him, I care that he learns to do the things that are right and avoid the wrong acts."
"But aren't you afraid he will think you don't love him?" Eve went on.
"Just the opposite. When I hold him on my lap while I spank him, there is the comforting contact of mother and son. He understands, and has told me so, that I spank him because I love him."
By the time Eve left in order to return home before her son, as she always did, she was thoroughly confused.
The woman had really convinced her that it was right to spank a loved son, but what was most confusing was the sexual arousal that had taken control of her while she watched the spanking.
Hurrying into the bedroom, Eve stepped out of her panties and took a candle from the drawer of her dresser. As she lay manipulating the candle back and forth in her feverishly aroused vagina, she closed her eyes tightly and recalled the sights and sounds of the spanking in vivid detail.
Her orgasm was strong one, and she had barely recovered from it when she heard her son arrive home. Removing the candle, she got up and, without bothering to pick up her panties, went to meet him.
For a little while, the two found difficulty in communicating with each other. It was not long before Joe asked what was wrong.
Eve refused to admit anything was bothering her, but that evening, after the boy completed his studying, he asked her again, and this time she decided to unload the tension that was weighing heavily on her by telling him about her experience of the afternoon.
With her son sitting beside her on the couch, Eve told him about the spanking of the boy, and of her conversation with his mother after the spanking.
"I know about spanking," he told her. "I heard the boys talking about it at school."
"What do they think of it?" Eve asked.
"Oh, it doesn't seem to bother them. They just accept it for what it is," he told her with maturity for a boy of twelve.
Their conversation went on for a long time, during which the boy admitted he often wondered what it would be like to be spanked.
The verbal probing went on between them for a while longer until, her fingers trembling, Eve unfastened the trousers of her son as he stood beside her. She became frightened when, on pulling his shorts down, she noticed that his penis was erecting, but she could not then turn back.
The movement of the semi-nude boy across her thighs as she adjusted him into position added to the excitement that already flared within her. She knew she should call the whole thing off, but she couldn't and wouldn't.
Delighting at the sight of the smooth, white, waiting buttocks, Eve held her son with her left hand as she raised her right hand and brought it down in a light spank. After a few spanks had been administered and a pink flush began to spread on the white cheeks, the boy surprised her by telling her she could spank harder if she wanted to.
Eve stepped up the force of the spanks, and the boy was soon sobbing. Still, the motions of his excited body on her thighs told her he was actually enjoying it and did not want her to stop. She didn't.
When she did stop spanking, she had given him far more than had been her intention. He was crying softly, yet his body wriggled across her thighs, making it evident that he truly had enjoyed being spanked.
While Eve continued to hold him on her lap, she rubbed and patted the hot, red cheeks as she told him how nicely he had taken his spanking.
"Did you enjoy spanking me, mother?" he asked with a little sob in his voice.
"Yes, dear," she admitted.
"That's good, Mother. I enjoyed it, too. Even when I was crying."
. In her excitement at his frank admission, her right hand clutched a smooth, spanked cheek and squeezed. The act caused him to increase his rubbing across her thighs until, suddenly, his whole body tensed, held, then began to twitch.
She felt his semen soaking through her dress and slip and some of it trickling down her nylon where her right leg was drawn back a little under her.
"My poor baby," she comforted him as she turned him over on her lap and hugged him close to her breast. "My poor baby. Mummy didn't know you were so excited."
In a little while, she helped him to his feet and out of his lowered garments and took him to the bathroom where she cleaned him up with a warm face cloth as she told him there was no need to be sorry, since what had happened had been an accident for which he was no more to blame than she.
A little after that, Eve went to her son's room, kissed him good night as usual, then hurried to her own room where she quickly stripped naked.
Fondling her buttocks with both hands as she twisted to look at them in the mirror, Eve was almost overcome by the temptation to spank herself and find out what it felt like. Knowing that Joe would hear her, she managed, with great difficulty, to resist.
The big candle she had used earlier was still on the table beside the bed. Picking it up, she went to bed and soon brought herself to climax with it. When the spasms passed, she lay quiet with the candle still inserted into her throbbing vagina as she thought not only of the spanking she had given her son, but of his ejaculation on her, and of other spankings she would give him in the future.
Everything about it was wrong, especially in a mother-son relationship, she knew, but she knew too that she would spank him again and again, since nothing else in life could provide her with such thrilling joy.
When Eve did at last drift off to sleep, she was still dying to find out how it would feel to have her own behind, big and sensitive as it was, spanked until she sobbed and cried as her son had done.
The fact that it had brought him to the edge of climax was sufficient to tell her that it must be a thrilling thing to experience. When her mind returned to thoughts of spanking and sex the next morning, Eve busied herself with housework first, then turned to shopping to kill more time and keep her mind from dwelling on the only subject in which she was interested. At one point during the day, Eve considered the danger that such games could lead to her having sexual intercourse with her own son, but she convinced herself it would never reach that stage.
No sooner had she reached home than she felt a strong urge to take her panties down and try spanking herself. As she wrestled with the temptation, Joe returned home and gave her the usual kiss. This time, though, there seemed to be an extra warmth and enthusiasm in it. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before she would spank him again. The boy seemed to sense it as well, so that a tension began to build.
"Shall we go to my bedroom, Joe?" she asked in a warm, excited tone.
"Yes, mother. I'd like that," he told her, his eyes shining.
This time, at her suggestion, the boy stripped naked before coming to place himself over her lap as she sat on the edge of her wide bed. He paused then and told her he was afraid he might wet her dress again.
Eve raised her hips from the bed to pull her dress up; then, realizing that she envied the boy the freedom of his nudity, she stood and took her dress and half slip off.
She saw the boy staring with excitement at her as she stood for a moment, trembling with excitement herself, wearing matching black lace bra and panties, garter belt, and long, sheer nylons.
Tugging her panties snugly around her, she sat on the bed then and, smiling, told the boy to come and lie across her smooth thighs.
At first, he didn't seem to hear her, so enthralled was he by the beauty of the first naked woman he had ever seen. When he snapped out of it, he went to her and draped himself over her lap.
It was warm and smooth and terribly exciting, and then she began to spank him as she held him warmly and alternated stinging spanks from cheek to cheek. As she did, she gave him a running commentary, between loud spanks, on the redness and warmth of his buttocks.
His second spanking was a little more severe than the first had been and caused him to cry more loudly. Still, when she stopped and took him into her arms to comfort him with words and hugs and a few kisses, he told her what fun it had been and how it had left him excited all over. The stiffness of his penis rubbing against her confirmed what he told her.
She asked him then what it felt like to be spanked on the bare behind, but intelligent though he was, and mature beyond his years, he was unable to describe it. After they had discussed it in whispers for a while, Joe asked her to allow him to take her panties down and show her.
For a moment, her instincts rebelled at the thought of allowing her own son to lower her panties and view her body, but her arousal soon overcame all other instincts and, eyes shining with excitement, she stood and nodded joyous assent to his suggestion.
Taking up his position on the edge of the bed, the boy paused to admire his mother's profile as the sheer panties, caressing her body excitingly, stretched to contain the big mounds of her bottom.
Nervously, he unveiled a posterior that was big and fully rounded without being fat or flabby. Even without touching the cheeks, he knew they would be firm and very smooth under his hand.
The contact of her nudity on his as she lay across his lap caused the boy to give a little groan of passion. When she mistook it as a cry of discomfort, she asked if she was too heavy for him, but he assured her that it felt wonderful and that he didn't want her to get up, not even for a second.
In the beginning, Joe felt a little clumsy and very nervous, but when his right palm slapped a big cheek for the first time and felt the warm satin jiggle under his hand, he suddenly became very confident and terribly aroused-more so even than he had the previous evening when he ejaculated on his mother after she had spanked and massaged his tender, tingling behind.
Joe heard a little cry from his mother, but instinct told him it was not a cry of pain, but of intense pleasure. He slapped the other cheek a little harder and held his hand on it as it jiggled warmly.
Eve had a big spanking surface to cover inside the black frame of her garter belt, and Joe took full advantage of it. When both cheeks had been slapped a vivid red and his mother was crying loudly and kicking her beautiful, nylon-sheathed legs, he directed a few more spanks along the smooth upper slopes of the long cleavage so that there was a warm pink tint right to the vanishing point between the burning globes.
He stopped spanking then, not because he wanted to but because she was crying so loudly that he was afraid he had overdone it.
When he would have apologized for having gotten so carried away, she took him into her arms and stopped him.
Together, then, they compared notes on the pleasure and the pain of spanking and both expressed intense pleasure at both roles, that of spankee as well as that of spanker.
He told her how beautiful her body was and how much it excited him. When he asked her to, she removed her bra and gave him her big, warm breasts to play with.
In just a little while, desire became too strong to be contained. Picking up her panties, she cupped them in her left hand and, having the boy kneel up on the bed, gently masturbated him until he ejaculated into the warm nylon.
Tired but delighted at everything that had happened, Joe sat and watched in fascination as his mother, still naked, her bared breasts bouncing, sat cross-legged on the bed and brought on her orgasm by means of digital masturbation.
Over the years, the love between mother and son continued to grow as their spanking games continued. It must have been a strange sight to see Joe, at the age of twenty-five, tall, good-looking, and strongly built, lying over the lap of his mother, who wore bra, panties, and nylons, to have his bottom beaten with the leather strap that had become his mother's favorite implement. His crying was as boyish as it had been when he was twelve, and his joy was as great.
A little later, his sobbing mother stood before him as he scolded her for being naughty and pulled her panties down, patted her still firm nether cheeks, then took her over his lap to spank her with his right hand, the only implement he ever used on her.
When he was still twenty-five, Joe's mother died. Alone and helpless in an alien, unfriendly world, he drifted in sorrow and confusion until finally he went to the office of a psychiatrist and told all.
After a series of visits, during which he begged the doctor, a woman in her forties, to spank him the way his mommy had done, he stopped visiting her and disappeared.
She was unable to find any trace of him and is greatly concerned about what has happened to the troubled young man whose whole way of life was directed along strange paths by a mother who loved him much too well, though in a way that cannot be accepted by our society.
The cases I chose to use in this chapter were selected to illustrate the lengths to which parents can go once corporal punishment becomes motivated by sexual arousal rather by discipline.
CHAPTER TWO - Homosexuality
I have been able to find no indication that homosexuals, male or female, engage in spanking for fun to any greater extent than heterosexuals. On the other hand, there is no indication that their interest in the subject is any less.
One difference I have noted, however, and this has been confirmed by the few studies that have been conducted in that area: female rather than male homosexuals tend to have the greater interest in the subject.
Interestingly, among heterosexuals there is a preponderance of males who are fans of fanny fanning. (I trust that if this book is reprinted in England, an alert editor will delete the word fanny, which has a quite different connotation in that country.) It is not the purpose of this work to dwell on this difference and to provide a scientific explanation of it, fortunately, so instead we shall study a few cases of spanking for pleasure among homosexuals of both sexes.
In keeping with tradition, we shall admit the ladies first.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Edith left home at the age of eighteen to work in a city some distance from the small town in which she grew up. At that point in her life, she had attempted sexual intercourse once, but it had been a monumental flop.
The young man was inexperienced and a fumbler. After he had set her mood with some passionate necking which included fondling her body through bra and panties, her outer clothing in disarray, he received permission to go "all the way."
Removing her panties, he took his penis out without removing his clothes and hurriedly attempted to commence sexual intercourse.
He hurt her quite badly, failed to rupture her hymen, and as a climax (no pun intended) to a badly botched performance, managed to ejaculate all over her tummy and her rucked up clothing.
Almost out of his mind with shame, the young man got into his car and drove off, leaving Edith with a more than two-mile walk back to town in a most uncomfortable state.
As the English would state, with their penchant for understatement, a very sticky wicket.
Edith could have been forgiven for swearing off the male sex for life, but she made no such commitment. On the basis of what she had heard and read, a man who is a good lover can bring ecstasy to a woman; so, while she did not again attempt to dispose of her virginity to the local Lotharios, she filed the thought away for future reference, that probably in a bigger city where the men would, she reasoned, be more sophisticated and worldly in their approach to women, she could find a good lover.
Arriving in the city of her choice, Edith checked into a YWCA hotel, found a job, and began hunting for an apartment. But a place to live found her when a young woman in the same office told her that she was looking for a woman to share with her the home that had been left to her on the death of her parents.
What Edith didn't know was that Clara, at twenty-four, was a confirmed lesbian, a devotee of corporal punishment who read widely on the subject and practiced it at every opportunity.
The woman who had shared the house with Clara had left not long before Edith arrived, when she refused Clara's insistent demands that she submit to spankings during their lesbian play.
Delighted with the offer, Edith moved in that evening. While they chatted and sipped wine, with music playing in the background, the two young women found plenty to talk about as they got to know each other better.
All through their conversation, Clara dropped hints to the effect that she didn't have much use for men, but while Edith was surprised that so beautiful a young woman was not interested in men, she didn't catch the lesbian significance.
Warmed by the combined factors of the wine and the conversation, which had become quite intimate by late evening, Edith laughingly told the story of her one attempt at sexual intercourse. Instead of laughing, as Edith expected, her friend reacted with revulsion toward males.
Edith was still probing for an understanding of the young woman when Clara suggested they call it a day since they had to get up early for work in the morning.
With pretended anger at herself, Clara announced that she had forgotten all about making up a bed for Edith. Pointing out that the necessary bedclothes were all packed away, she suggested that they share a bed for the night.
Although Edith had never shared a bed with another girl and felt a little nervous about it, she didn't dare admit it for fear of sounding like a silly country bumpkin. The ease with which Clara made the suggestion made it sound like some perfectly ordinary solution to the problem, so she went along with it.
In the bedroom, the two young women began undressing for bed. Edith noticed that Clara kept glancing at her as she undressed, but that didn't upset her as much as she would have expected since she, in turn, kept glancing at Clara, who had an excellent figure, a little bigger than her own, but similar in many respects.
"Don't you wear a nightie?" Edith asked as Clara dropped her garter belt and moved toward the bed.
"What do you think I am, an old-fashioned girl?" Clara asked with a grin, as she displayed lush buttocks while crawling across the wide bed, heedless of what she was showing.
"I guess I really am a small town girl," Edith said with a little pout as she stepped out of her panties and saw Clara's big eyes sweeping over her body. "My mother didn't like the idea of people sleeping raw, so I just never tried it."
"There's no time like the present," Clara said with a little giggle, "but suit yourself. I don't mind if you'll be more comfortable in a nightie."
Forcing herself to be bold, Edith ignored the nightie she had intended to wear and walked to the bed. They had carried glasses of wine into the bedroom, so, leaving the light on, they sat on the bed sipping and continuing their chat. "You really have nice breasts," Clara said in a husky voice as she admired them.
Edith thanked her and pointed out that she, too, had a nice pair. With Clara leading the way, they compared bra sizes as well as other dimensions. Edith was 38 C, Clara, 38 D.
A few times, as they moved on the bed reaching for a glass or an ashtray, their bodies brushed. Edith felt a strange tension that bordered sexual excitement, but she tried to hide it for fear her new friend would think she was queer.
To Edith's relief, her friend suggested they turn off the light and get to sleep. She lay awake for a long time trying to understand why she had become so tense with the young woman who seemed so nice and friendly.
In the morning, as Edith stepped out of the shower, Clara handed her a towel, then gave her wet bottom a sharp smack. Edith let out a yelp of surprise and asked what the smack was for.
"Nothing," Clara shrugged. "Just because you have a cute fanny and I felt like giving it a spank."
Giggling, Clara moved past her to get into the shower, then paused and wriggled her bottom at her. By way of getting even, Edith smacked a plump buttock and heard a tinkling laugh as Clara ducked behind the shower curtain.
After work that evening, they hurried with supper, then went upstairs. Clara wouldn't tell Edith why, but she hinted that they might see something exciting. While they chatted, Clara kept glancing toward the window of the adjoining house as though looking for something.
Although it was dark, Clara had refused to turn a light on and told Edith she would understand the reason for that later if they were lucky.
When Clara's eyes lit up suddenly, Edith turned to look through the window and saw a stoutly built woman walking into a bedroom with a boy who appeared to be about thirteen years old.
Pausing at her dresser to pick up a hair brush, this woman went on to sit on the edge of her bed. The boy, his head bowed in obvious sorrow, went to her. Standing beside her, he lowered his pants and underwear. From where she stood watching, Edith saw the boyish penis dangling and felt a little twinge of sexual arousal.
In seconds, the woman had the boy lying over her lap and was spanking him vigorously with the wooden back of the brush while he howled and kicked. Both their window and the window opposite were partially opened, so that they could hear clearly the stinging smacks of the brush and the loud cries of the boy.
Edith had never been spanked nor had she seen anyone getting spanked, and she was amazed at how exciting it was. She would have expected it to be an unpleasant thing to view.
She had no idea how long the woman spanked before she pushed the boy off her lap so that he was free to dance up and down as he rubbed his stinging behind with both hands. Putting the brush back on top of the dresser, the woman left the room.
"How did you know that was going to happen?" Edith 'asked in amazement, hoping that her voice would not show how excited she had become.
"Easy. She has five kids ranging from a fifteen-year-old girl with a nice chubby bum, to an eight-year-old boy. Every one of them gets spanked often and she always does it at eight o'clock at night and in her bedroom."
"And you always watch?"
"Of course. You can't pretend that you weren't excited about it, Edith; I saw the Wok on your face and saw how your breasts were heaving with every spank."
Put that way, Edith had no choice but to admit it. The show over, they left the darkened bedroom and went downstairs for drinks and conversation.
Between sips, Clara pointed out that the woman next door entertained with spankings four or five evenings a week, and added that her excitement at watching and listening never diminished.
"I can't understand why she doesn't draw the shades," Edith commented.
"I think she gets her kicks out of knowing someone is watching while she spanks."
"It sounds strange to me."
"Want to hear something stranger? I'd give anything to be over her big lap with my panties down, having my bare bum spanked with her brush."
"You're kidding," Edith gasped.
"Not a bit. Haven't you ever been spanked?"
"Never."
"Then you've been missing out on something good."
While Edith listened in amazement, Clara told her stories of various spankings she had received and given. In each case her partner was another woman.
From time to time, Edith would ask a question and launch her older friend on another tale of a particular spanking which Clara would render with rhapsodic comments on the color, warmth, and sting of buttocks, either hers or the other woman's.
When Edith continued to be unimpressed about the joys of spanking as Clara described them, her hostess decided a demonstration was called for.
"Do you really mean you want me to spank you?" Edith asked, her eyes wide.
"That's right. There's no other way I can convince you what fun it is. I'll hold my dress up, you take down my panties, put me over your lap, and give me a nice, hard spanking."
"How hard?"
"Good and hard. Hard enough to turn my fanny red and make me really cry."
Edith tried to decline, but Clara wasn't going to stop at that point or permit Edith to back out. She knew Edith was young and impressionable enough to be led into anything; spanking was her first goal with cunnilingus a close second, and she intended to achieve both. She would not relax until she had.
It was not long before Edith agreed to give it a try. When Clara told her to, she lifted her hips from the couch and pulled her dress up so that it would not get wrinkled.
Seconds later, Edith was experiencing a frightening degree of excitement as Clara stood beside her holding her dress up to her waist.
Sheer black nylon panties contrasted excitingly with the white of her silken skin. Her well-developed body filled them very nicely and did exciting things to them.
"Oh please, Auntie," Clara sobbed convincingly in a little-girl voice, "don't take my panties down."
Recognizing that as her signal, Edith reached out nervously, gripped the elastic waistband, and slowly peeled the clinging panties down the big, smooth thighs. As she did, she saw that Clara was trembling with an excitement at least as great as her own.
Sobbing most convincingly, Clara draped her lush form across Edith's smooth, firm thighs. The contact of Clara's bare skin on her thighs, through and above her nylons, was like an electric shock, but a delightful one.
"Oh, Auntie," she sobbed, "I'll be a good little girl. I won't pee my panties anymore. Please don't spank me on the bare bum."
Surprised at how easily she could pick up the pattern of the game and play the Auntie role, Edith adjusted the woman a little, then gripped her bare waist with her left arm as she stared at the flawless beauty of the cheeks she was about to spank.
She couldn't believe that she was really doing it, but at the same time, she was aware that nothing had ever excited her nearly as much as the anticipation of spanking the plump, silken bottom of the woman on her lap.
"It's too late to promise to be good," she replied with all the fury of an aroused aunt or parent. "I'm going to give you a good spanking on your chubby little bum to make sure you remember your promise."
She saw her right hand tremble as she raised it, took aim, and brought it down smartly. The loudness of the sound surprised her, but it also sent waves of sexual arousal sweeping through her.
"Are you ready, Clara? Then take this... SPANK... and this... SPANK... and this... "
"Oh, Auntie... oh... oh... not... SPANK... oohhh... boohoo... SPANK... " The big firm cheeks bounced and jiggled under Edith's spanking palm, the bared body rubbed and squirmed across her bare thighs, and the sounds of Clara's sobbing, crying, and pleading for mercy drove her wild with lust.
Clara had asked for a good spanking and she was getting full measure and Edith knew and loved it. Even when the whole lovely area within the frame of the woman's garter belt and suspenders had been brightly colored, Edith could not stop spanking and producing more delicious sounds and sights to add to her arousal.
At last, she did stop and began to apologize for having spanked so hard.
"Hold me, darling," Clara panted between sobs as they fell back on the couch and she squirmed into Edith's arms. "Hold your little girl and comfort her. My bum is on fire from that lovely spanking."
For a little while, Clara lay sobbing quietly in her warm embrace as Edith patted and stroked the hot buttocks and marveled at the silken quality of the burning skin.
Then she felt Clara's hand move between them. In a little while, she gasped at the realization that Clara was fingering her clitoris.
"I... I can't help it, Edith. I have to or I'll lose my mind."
In a very short while, Clara muffled a cry between Edith's breasts, shuddered, and went into her orgasm.
"Have I horrified you?" she asked when she recovered her breath.
"No, Clara. You're full of surprises, but you didn't horrify me."
"Are you all wound up?"
"I guess I am."
"Ready to have your pretty bum spanked?"
"Oh, Clara, I... I don't think I could take a spanking like that."
"It isn't going to be like that, dear. Taking a spanking is something you learn slowly and gradually. I'll only spank you enough to turn your bum cheeks a nice pink and give them a little tingle that will feel so good it will amaze you."
As she talked, she stood and took her dress off, pulling her panties back to retain the warmth that had been spanked into her buttocks.
As if in a dream, Edith saw herself standing and, at an order from Clara, stepping out of her dress to stand before her in her plain white bra and nylon panties.
Clara, who was seated, guided her so that she stood between her parted legs. Holding her there with both hands on her thighs, Clara scolded her for having allowed a dirty little boy to take her little panties down and play with her bum and between her legs.
Quickly, Edith became a little girl and heard herself sobbing as her panties were lowered, her buttocks patted, and she was pulled down over the firm thighs of the woman she had so recently spanked.
Keeping her word, Clara did spank only lightly, hard enough to sting a little and start tingles in Edith's behind, but not hard enough to be painful.
Edith's sobs and cries came easily as she kicked her legs and squirmed. To her amazed delight, she found herself not only enjoying being spanked, but being wildly aroused sexually.
Edith was crying, but still enjoying the spanking, when it stopped suddenly and Clara began comforting her by rubbing the warm pink cheeks with both hands. After a little of that, she bent over and began kissing Edith's buttocks as she turned on the couch and went on fondling and patting the warm mounds.
While she kissed, Clara busied herself with removing the panties which were around Edith's knees. As she did, Edith raised her legs to make the task simpler.
The pattern of the kisses which had covered Edith's tingling behind gradually changed as Clara slowly turned her over and kissed her way around her smooth upper thigh until Edith was lying on her back.
Edith felt strong, knowing hands raising and parting her thighs. Although she felt that the situation was getting out of hand and that what was happening was all wrong, she felt her legs eagerly cooperating with Clara until her crotch was wide open.
Before she knew it, Clara's mouth was pressing on her vulva. At first, it was a kiss; then Clara's lips pulled Edith's soft, warm labia into her mouth and she began sucking.
Edith heard herself crying out in passion rather than protest; then a tongue slipped into her vagina and began licking. She cried out again. The loudest cry of all came not much later when Edith felt herself climaxing while Clara continued to suck greedily, clutching Edith's sensitive buttocks with the fingers of both hands and pulling the warm, eager body up hard against her already wet face.
For a little while, they rested quietly; then it was Clara who began talking, telling Edith what a wonderful, warm beauty she was, and how much she had enjoyed performing cunnilingus on her.
Later, with a little grin, Clara admitted that she had deliberately planned to seduce Edith and that the spanking was a part of her plan.
When they went to bed that night, there was no question about their sleeping together; it was something they did as a matter of course.
As they were undressing, Edith felt desire building again and knew she was going to muster the courage to perform cunnilingus on her friend.
After they had played with each other on the bed for a while, Edith told Clara what she was going to do to her. With a glad cry, the older woman showed her how they could do it to each other at the same time.
It felt strange and thrilling to Edith to have her face buried between the thighs of another woman while the same thing was happening to her. She breathed not air, but the scent of femininity, musky and terribly warm and exciting.
When she felt a tongue probing her vagina she followed suit. In the mutual embrace, she felt that she had become a part of the other woman. The silken crotch was warm and slippery on her face; with her mouth, she made it warmer and slipperier as juices of the mouth and vagina mingled.
When orgasms arrived, Edith was only a couple of seconds ahead of Clara. There was an added thrill for her in climaxing with a face in her crotch while her own mouth felt Clara's vagina as they writhed, their naked bodies locked in lust.
The next evening, they watched the window, but when eight o'clock came and went without a spanking being administered by the strong-looking woman, they gave up and went downstairs for a drink.
It was then that Clara came up with an idea that made Edith nervous at first; but then it became too exciting to resist.
Shortly before ten, they carried their drinks to the darkened bedroom and waited. About twenty minutes later, they saw the woman walk into her bedroom and close the door behind her. Without closing the drapes, she began undressing for bed. When she had stripped naked, they could see that she truly did have a big, strong-looking body.
As Clara and Edith watched, the woman bent to get a nightie out of a drawer, her massive buttocks arching toward them. Clara and Edith squeezed each other's hands.
The big woman turned out the light and got into her bed. It was their signal to go into action, so Clara hurried to turn on the light.
Fighting nervousness at first, then with growing confidence, Edith, wearing bra, panties, and nylons, sat on an armless chair and began scolding Clara in a loud, angry voice, loud enough for the woman behind the opposite window to hear.
When she decided that they had given the woman enough time to hear and to come to the window to investigate, Edith went on scolding and telling of how she was going to spank Clara as she pulled her panties down and took her over her lap while Clara sobbed and pleaded for mercy.
They had positioned themselves so that the woman at the opposite window would have a perfect view of the spanking to get her as excited as they wanted to.
Edith spanked hard, but at a carefully measured pace, as Clara bounced and writhed across her thighs, crying hard and pleading. She went on spanking, breath tearing from her in hot gasps, until the kicking Clara boasted rose red color over the entire area of both buttocks and was crying loudly. She was stepping from foot to foot and rubbing her behind with both hands when Edith finally stood her on her feet and gave her a final scolding before telling her to pull her panties up and go to bed.
Without looking toward the window, they left the room and went into their bedroom where, after Edith received a brisk spanking, they stripped and made passionate love to each other.
The following evening, promptly at eight o'clock, the woman walked into her bedroom with her fifteen-year-old daughter, picked up her hair brush from the dresser, and sat on an armless chair.
The sorrowful-looking girl was big for her age, and when she pulled her skirts up to have her panties lowered for the spanking to come, Edith saw that Clara had not been exaggerating when she said the girl had a big, chubby bum.
They watched as the woman steered the girl into position so that her big, bare behind was pointed right at them and was well positioned to the right of the woman.
Both Edith and Clara gasped as the woman placed the brush on the girl's smooth back and waved to them with a wide smile, then picked up the brush and began warming her daughter's big, smooth backside. She spanked long and hard and the girl cried very loudly for a long time before she was permitted to get up and pull up her panties over a very red behind.
With another smile toward the window, the woman left the room. While Clara hurried to the telephone, Edith watched as the girl took her panties down again and applied cold cream to her obviously burning posterior. It was an exciting sight.
The woman answered the phone on the first ring, as though expecting the call.
"You sure know how to spank a girl," Clara told her by way of opening the conversation.
It was a conversation that lasted not more than five minutes. It ended when the woman accepted an invitation to come over for a visit, and, pointedly, to bring her hair brush with her.
From where she sat, Edith saw the woman hurry into her bedroom, pick up the brush, and pat the palm of her left hand with the smooth back of it; then she walked quickly out of the room.
Edith's heart was pounding as she went downstairs with Clara to admit the woman, who arrived promptly and greeted them with a wide smile. They ushered her into the living room and poured drinks.
"I guess you've been watching me spank the kids for a long time," Grace, their visitor, said with a smile as she held her glass up close to her mouth.
"I have," Clara told her. "That's why I kept this house instead of selling it and taking an apartment."
"Then you must really like watching spankings."
"It's not that I like just watching them, Grace; I like getting them too. Do you enjoy handing them out?"
"Why do you think the kids get it so often?" she asked with a grin.
"Do you think you could pretend that I'm one of your kids?" Clara asked.
"I sure could. I've never spanked a grown-up, but I'd sure like to try it with you. How about your friend?"
"Not yet," Clara told her. "Edith is only learning. I want to bring her along gradually. Maybe I'll spank her first, then you can give it to me."
"Yeah, I'd like that," the woman replied with obvious satisfaction. "Seeing you give it to this little beauty will really get me worked up."
"One more thing, Grace." Clara paused for a quick sip of her drink before continuing. "I saw you in the nude last night. I like that big, strong body of yours. Will you give me my spanking that way?"
"I dunno about that," the woman replied, obviously not wanting to show her naked body to the younger, more beautiful women.
It did not take long for Clara to convince the woman that she found a big, strong, more mature body much more exciting than a fashionably slim younger one.
Finishing their drinks, the three adjourned to the bedroom Edith and Clara shared. Clara was first to commence undressing, but Edith was quick to follow her lead. Leaving bra, panties, and nylons on, they coaxed Grace to remove her dress and slip.
As she did, they admired the bigness of her body and the way it overfilled her bra and girdle. Despite her size, she had little excess fat. Clara was unable to resist rubbing her hand up the woman's thigh and over the seat of her girdle, but she stopped when she felt the woman getting tense. She had a good thing going and didn't want to spoil it by angering the woman.
Agreeing that they were ready, Clara led Edith to the spanking chair, scolded her, took her panties down. Edith clambered, sobbing, onto her lap. Clara saw the older woman eating up Edith's nudity with her eyes and guessed that even if Grace had never played the all girl game before, she could be had.
Filing that thought away for the time being, she took a firm grip on her victim and began spanking briskly. She took her time about it and gave Edith the severest spanking she had received to that point.
As she scrambled off Clara's lap, her panties falling around her feet, Edith was crying nicely. The spectator, Clara saw, was breathing deeply, her massive breasts rising and falling, captives of her big, white bra.
Looking at the woman, her eyes shining, Clara reached behind her back to take her bra off. For a few seconds, she fondled her breasts, then asked the woman to strip naked.
After a little hesitation, the woman took off her bra and spilled out the biggest pair of breasts either Clara or Edith had ever seen. The woman was in her late thirties, they guessed, and while her breasts were not youthful, they were not flabby either, but smooth and fairly hard-looking. Clara felt her mouth watering at the sight of them, and Edith, too, was aroused as her eyes moved over the big pillows and she tried to imagine how they would feel in her hands and, perhaps, in her mouth.
With a little persuasion, the woman allowed Clara to peel her girdle down. It turned out to be hard work, but Clara loved it and managed to steal a few feels of firm, smooth buttocks and thighs as she worked the garment all the way down and helped her step out of it.
Grace sat on the edge of the bed to remove her nylons. In doing so, she gave the two younger women a few quick peeks into her crotch.
"Do you have to take my panties down, Mommy?" Clara asked with a sob in her voice as the woman stood and picked up her hair brush. "Couldn't you let me keep them on? I don't like to show my bare bum."
"That's too damn bad, you lousy little brat. Your pants are coming right down so I can really warm that little ass of yours."
Dragging Clara to the chair, the woman sat, put the brush down beside the chair, and roughly jerked Clara's sheer black nylon panties down until they fell around her ankles.
A moment later, Clara lay kicking over the big thighs of the naked woman who gazed at the perfectly formed buttocks for a few seconds, then, picking up her brush, began to spank her.
She scolded loudly and angrily, using words a mother was quite unlikely to employ in scolding a child. As she spanked and told of what was still to come, she showed a fondness for the word "ass" and used it often while slapping with the back of the brush from cheek to cheek.
As she watched the severe spanking in fascination, Edith removed her bra so that, except for garter belt and nylons, she too was naked.
Her own buttocks still tingling hotly from her spanking, they trembled with arousal as she watched her crying friend heaving and plunging, her lovely long legs kicking in a frantic horizontal dance while the brush continued to bounce off her hot buttocks with a loud noise each time.
Before the woman finally stopped, Edith began to fear that it was too much for Clara to take. The only way she could bear it was to remind herself over and over that the woman's young daughter had taken just as severe a spanking and had recovered from it. With assistance from Edith, Clara hobbled to the bed and fell onto it, still crying, her abused behind twitching as though it could still feel the back of the brush smacking against it.
Knowing just what her friend needed and wanted at that moment, Edith turned her over onto her back, raised and parted her warm thighs, and buried her face into the heat of her crotch.
Fondling silken thighs while her long tongue lapped in the heat of Clara's vaginal depths, Edith waited for the explosion that she knew would come quickly. It did, and it was strong.
After a minute or so, Clara sat up and looked at Grace who had been sitting on the bed to get a better view of her first experience as a spectator at an act of cunnilingus.
She saw that the woman's hand was lost between her big thighs and guessed where one finger was active at that moment.
Despite having just completed an orgasm, Clara was still wild with arousal. Before Grace knew what was happening, she had been pushed down on her back across the bed.
When her big legs went up as a result of the fall, Clara pressed her face between the soft thighs. As she did, her lips confirmed where the woman's finger had been and what it had caused.
What the finger had started, Clara quickly completed with her mouth and tongue. Watching the big woman raising her big buttocks high off the bed, carrying Clara's face with it in the clasp of her thighs, Edith was so overcome with lust that she fitted a finger between her thighs, found her hard, sensitive clitoris, and brought herself to orgasm.
Later, when they were downstairs again with a fresh round of drinks, they heard Grace tell them that she had never experienced cunnilingus before, not even by a male, and that she loved it, but could never bring herself to do it to another woman.
That didn't bother Clara at all. She suggested that the next time the woman visited, she would order Clara to do it; and when Clara refused, she would spank her with the brush until she agreed to it. All that happened ten years ago. Now, although Grace is in her late forties, Clara assures me that she has lost none of her strength and is still a wonderful spanker.
She has two eager victims now, as Edith has become well accustomed to the sting of the brush and enjoys the spankings as much as Clara. Edith, by the way, is still a virgin and has decided to stay that way.
Within the past year, the last of Grace's children left home, and she moved into the house with Edith and Clara. She is, as Clara calls her, the perfect den mother, and has brought a wonderful warmth into their lives.
That the warmth is infused into them through their bottoms only serves to make it that much better for both of them.
In looking back over Edith's story, it is interesting to observe that had it not been for her introduction to spanking, Edith might not have become a lesbian.
Still, regardless of what label one chooses to apply to her (if indeed labels must be applied), Edith is a very happy woman today. I suppose happiness is not the worst label a person can wear.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Linda was sixteen years old when she experienced her first spanking and her first lesbian act. As in the case of Edith, one led directly to the other, demonstrating again that to many persons spanking can be a sex stimulant of the highest order.
It was summer vacation and she was at the family cottage on a lake in Canada where she and her mother spent every summer, while her father spent as much time with them as his business would permit.
There was another cottage on the island, and it was occupied by a family of seven who lived in the same city as Linda's family and were close friends of theirs.
The summer sun has a way of encouraging romantic feelings, and Linda proved to be quite normal in that respect. As a result, one warm afternoon she and the seventeen-year-old son of the neighboring family found themselves necking passionately in a secluded, grassy clearing. The necking had become so passionate, in fact, that the top of her bathing suit had been removed and the boy was fondling and kissing her well-developed firm young breasts.
All in all, it was a most critical moment for the boy's mother to stumble on the scene. She was a stern woman and not one likely to approve of teen-age sexual relations, especially if her son was involved.
Telling Linda to go back to the beach and wait for her, the woman remained behind with her son. Breaking off a sapling, she ordered the young man to pull his bathing trunks down and lie on the grass with his bottom turned up.
Knowing that he was in serious trouble, the boy did so. Kneeling beside him, his irate mother painted a painful collection of vivid red stripes across his buttocks with the switch.
Wearing only a two piece bathing suit, she took full advantage of her freedom of movement to give the young man a most severe beating.
When it was over, she told him to go to the other cottage and stay there, since she intended to have a talk with Linda, who, she decided, was as guilty as her son.
She found the girl waiting, as ordered, on the beach. She knew the girl had heard her son's cries, and this was evident from the way she trembled as the woman approached her.
It was only a short walk to a partially screened path the woman had found while exploring the island. It led to the far, unused side of the island and contained an old shack that she had fixed up, with her husband's help, as a private retreat.
When he was on the island, they used it frequently for sexual intercourse and some playful spanking which both enjoyed. But there was nothing playful about the purpose of this trip.
Ruth had punished her son for his part in baring the breasts of the girl; now Linda was going to take her share of the bitter medicine.
Reaching the cottage, Ruth held the door open for the girl, then closed it firmly behind them. Before scolding the trembling girl on any moral grounds, the woman told her the terrible danger of young people's allowing their emotions to carry them away.
She emphasized the danger of pregnancy, and warned that if she ever found Linda and her son in a clandestine meeting again, she would ensure that the teen-agers didn't meet again.
"And now, Linda," she went on firmly, "you are going to be punished as my son was. Turn around."
Fearful of being beaten, something she had not previously experienced, but even more fearful of her mother's learning that she had allowed a boy to take her breasts out and play with them, the girl obeyed.
As she turned, Ruth saw nicely formed thighs and a full, firm bulge in the bottom of the bathing suit, but that was not why she wanted to examine the girl's rear.
"I regret to say, Linda," she spoke after a brief pause, "that the brevity of your bathing suit will not permit me to use the switch on you as I did on my son. However, I do think I can spank you well enough so that you will remember it for a long time."
"But... "-the girl paused, then went on-"won't that make me all red and show around my suit?"
"It will indeed, Linda, very red and very hot, but the color will pass. It will be up to you to keep it from being seen for a couple of hours."
"Please," the girl begged, "I've never been beaten and I'm afraid. Couldn't you let me off without it?"
"No, Linda. You are going to be spanked soundly as a reminder of the terrible danger you and my son flirted with this afternoon."
There was, of course, no chance of the girl's escaping a spanking. The woman, whose name was Ruth, loved the game. She had discovered all about it in a sorority house when she was eighteen. Over the next few years, she continued to play at it with young women and had strayed into a few lesbian adventures.
Later, she played it with a couple of men as a prelude to sexual intercourse. Only once during her marriage had she slipped back into woman-woman spanking followed by mutual cunnilingus, but she had enjoyed it too much and swore off for fear that she would destroy her marriage and lose her financial security.
Now, looking at the trembling form of the girl, and seeing her plump young bottom barely concealed under the skimpy bottom of the clinging suit, she felt her own knees tremble at the thought that soon the girl would be lying naked across her bare thighs, her cute young bottom bouncing under her slapping hand.
"You will take off your bra now, Linda," she said in the same firm tone.
"My bra? But surely you are not going to spank me there?" The girl turned with a frown.
"You will do as you are told, Linda, and do it at once or I may change my mind about the switch."
Having heard the cries of the boy while he was being switched, the girl had no desire to taste that form of punishment at the hands of an angry woman. A spanking, she reasoned, was going to be bad enough.
With a little sigh of defeat, the girl reached behind her back and unfastened the bra top of the suit. There was a quick intake of breath from the older woman as a beautiful pair of firm, silken-smooth breasts bounced out.
In her shock at seeing her son playing with them earlier, Ruth had not seen them properly, but now she did. Ruth knew the feel of smooth, firm young breasts, but it was a remembered knowledge, remembered from too long ago, and suddenly renewed with a fierce, consuming flame of desire. "Stand in front of that mirror, Linda," she commanded, "and look at yourself."
Numbly, the girl turned to look into the mirror at her bare, jutting breasts, pink nipples looking like long berries.
"That is what you looked like when I caught you," the woman told her. "No, there was a difference, Linda, his hands were on you like this."
As she spoke, she moved to the girl from behind and caught both breasts in her hands. They were as firm and exciting as she had known they would be.
"He was rubbing them like this, wasn't he?" she asked as she fondled the globes and felt the nipples extend and harden.
"Answer me, Linda," she persisted as she went on rubbing them.
"Yes." It sounded more like a cry than a word. "Yes, Linda, he was indeed. Look at your breasts, Linda. The next time any boy does this to you, you will remember what I am going to do to you after I take your trunks off. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
Ruth wanted to go on fondling the luscious young breasts, but knew she had to stop. Already the girl was becoming quite alarmed.
"Come to the bed now, Linda," Ruth said as she slipped an arm behind the girl and around her silken waist to urge her along. "I am going to take your trunks off and spank your bare behind."
There was no choice and the girl knew it. Moments later, she was standing beside the woman who sat on the edge of the bed. Looking down past her own naked breasts, she saw the big breasts of the woman rising and falling with her deep, labored breathing. Linda guessed that it was a reaction to anger. It was, of course, a wrong guess.
And then she felt the hands on the panty bottom of her suit. The elasticized material clung to her buttocks and tummy like a second skin. Only with difficulty was Ruth able to peel it away and down her firm, shapely, tanned thighs.
As the scrap of material fell to the girl's feet, Ruth stared as if hypnotized at the stark white triangle surrounded by the rich golden tan. There was a second contrast-between the rich, shimmering black of her hair and the smooth white of her skin.
Ruth had expected that the girl's buttocks would be lovely, but as she turned the girl over, she saw what she silently told herself was the most perfectly formed posterior she had ever seen.
Only with great effort did she manage to resist cupping the cheeks with both hands and fondling them. Instead, Ruth used her hands to bring the girl into the classic spanking position over her lap. The contact of their flesh was the most exciting thing Ruth had known in a long time, and she enhanced it as she adjusted the girl into the position she wanted to make the spanking most effective and, at the same time, most enjoyable for her, if not for the beautiful girl.
Gripping Linda around her satiny waist, Ruth used her right hand to pat both cheeks lightly and test for firmness as well as smoothness. This experiment both delighted and further aroused the woman.
"You have a well-fleshed bottom, Linda," she commented as she went on patting. "It will take a severe spanking and will sting like fire, but there will be no damage."
The girl began to sob a little more loudly, and Ruth thrilled at the sight of the white orbs tensing and relaxing alternately in painful anticipation of what was to come.
She kept the excitement building by reminding the girl of why she was about to be spanked, and of how painful it would be.
"Get ready to cry, Linda. Your pretty little bum is going to burn. Here comes the first spank right... uh... now."
The cheek trembled under her hand; the girl cried out loudly, but not loudly enough to cover the ringing sound of the first contact of open palm and naked buttock.
Ruth had changed her mind about the severity of the spanking and did not spank with such full strength. Instead, she gave Linda the type of spanking she remembered from college days, the kind that stings and colors the buttocks brightly, but does not cause intense pain or screaming.
Her change of mind had nothing to do with sympathy, but rather was calculated to make the girl responsive to comforting later-comforting and, with luck, so much more.
The first dozen spanks changed the white of the silken hemispheres to warm pink and the sobs to a steady crying, the pitch of which rose with the arrival of each additional spank.
The arm around Linda's waist held her firmly enough to prevent her bouncing off the woman's lap but did allow her to heave and buck over Ruth's thighs. That too was a part of her plan.
"Go ahead, Linda... SPANK... toss your bum around all you like... SPANK... My hand can still find it... SPANK... Like this... SPANK... and this... SPANK... and this... SPANK... " Alternating words and spanks, Ruth colored both stinging cheeks thoroughly, then moved down to that extra surface, the sensitive bottom slope possessed only by a woman with fully rounded cheeks.
The new sting, as Ruth's hand slapped upward rather than down, increased the volume of Linda's crying and the frantic pace of her beautiful, kicking legs.
Content then that the girl had been spanked sufficiently, Ruth told her that she would end the spanking with one hard spank on each cheek. Taking her time, Ruth picked up the rhythm of the girl's heaving and plunging, then brought her hand down hard just as the hot behind was coming up. SMACK!
The sound filled the room and was a background for the loud cry that burst from the girl.
"One more to come, Linda," she told her as she stared at the cheek for more than ten seconds before she brought the final spank down.
SMACK! It was hard and loud, and so was Linda's cry of pain.
"All right, Linda," she said in a suddenly soothing tone, "your spanking is finished now. You took your punishment very well."
While she comforted the weeping girl, Ruth massaged the hot, red cheeks warmly, adding, she hoped, a new factor to the hot tingling she knew the girl was feeling after the spanking.
Impulsively then, Ruth jerked off the bra top of her own bathing suit and looked down in fascination at the whiteness of her mature but firm breasts above the golden tan of the girl's back and the white triangle of posterior that had been slapped a vivid red.
Strongly but gently, she eased the girl onto the bed and took her into her arms. While cooing into Linda's ear, she used both hands to soothe her as well. One rubbed the well-spanked nether cheeks while the other moved slowly and lightly up and down the girl's spine with a touch calculated to turn soothing into arousal. Her body arched with desire, and she feared she would go out of her mind if she were unable to bring the girl to a fever pitch of lust to match that which burned within her.
Keeping their naked breasts rubbing, Ruth used a hand on Linda's bottom to keep pulling them closer together in the pubic region where the pubic hair of each tickled and teased the other.
Slowly, gradually, Ruth inserted a leg between Linda's firm silken thighs. Fighting the urge to rush, she worked slowly, cooing and whispering into the girl's ear, until her leg was pressing warmly into the warmth of the smooth crotch.
"There, baby, that feels better, doesn't it? Just let yourself go and see how nice it feels, dear. Tell me, dear, doesn't it feel nice?"
"Y... y... yes," Linda responded jerkily as she seemed to press her body closer and parted her thighs a little more to allow the woman to rub.
"You like it, don't you, darling? I like it too. I love to feel your beautiful body against mine, and my leg between yours. Have you ever been rubbed this way before?"
"No."
"Do you want me to stop, Linda?"
"No."
"I won't, dear. I'll do wonderful things to you that will make you feel soooo goood."
It was only seconds later that Ruth raised the wet face of the girl and closed her mouth, her red lips parted, over lips salty from tears.
For just a moment, Linda tensed all over, then she gave a muffled cry and surrendered completely, her mouth kissing back hotly.
Ruth knew she had her then. The rest would be unhurried and very easy, as easy as it was going to be delightful, she told herself.
Moving a little then, she caught a wrist and carried one of Linda's hands to her breast.
"There darling," she whispered hotly, "you rub mine and I'll rub yours. You have real beauties dear. Does it feel nice when I fondle them like this?"
"Yes, oh yes," Linda cried out weakly but with obvious arousal.
"I'm going to do something that will be even better, darling."
With that, Ruth moved down quickly and closed her hot, wet mouth over a nipple and a portion of the conical breast. She made a groaning sound deep in her throat as she mouthed the lovely breast, as if trying to force it all into her mouth and swallow it.
Under her, she felt the girl writhing and heard her jerky panting. Moving a hand down over the girl's tummy, she added to the arousal already there by running her fingers through the triangle of curly hair before going further to stroke silken thighs.
"That's it, dear," Ruth panted as her hand moved into the heated nest between Linda's thighs, "open wide darling, nice and wide. There... there... " The thighs fell wide apart and Ruth's hand rubbed with a knowing confidence against the moist warmth of the vulva in a way that caused Linda's tingling buttocks to bounce up and down madly.
Twisting as she took her mouth away from a thoroughly sucked and tongue-lashed breast, Ruth held the girl with a hand on her buttocks and another between her parted thighs as she kissed a hot, wet line down her tummy.
As Ruth kissed the bushy mons veneris, she detected the delicious aroma of young woman. Teasing, she moved her lips to the sensitive, silken inner thighs which she then raised high with both hands.
"You want me to kiss you there, don't you, darling?" she panted as her lips moved closer to the exposed vulva. "You want to feel my hot, wet mouth right on it, don't you?"
"Yes," Linda cried out at least a dozen times as her body squirmed in a mad effort to press her vulva against the woman's face and feel lips on her lips.
And then, without warning, Ruth was cupping the hot buttocks in both hands and pressing her mouth hard against the warm, wet femininity of the writhing, sighing, moaning young woman.
And then it was more than just a kiss; her tongue was darting and probing the virginal depths of the aroused young vagina, her mouth was sucking with loud, greedy sounds, and her hands on Linda's buttocks kept pulling the warm crotch onto her face like a silken garment.
With much jerking and crying out, Linda climaxed fully while the older woman continued to hold her with her face buried in her crotch. Ruth held on warmly until the tremors ceased and the girl was still again.
"How did you like it, darling?" Ruth asked her quietly.
"Wow! That was out of this world. All the way out."
"Were you surprised?" she went on with a smile.
"That isn't the word for it. I was surprised enough about the spanking, but as for the rest, woweee. I didn't know you were that way."
"I'm not, usually. I haven't done anything like that in years. Today I just took one look at you in the nude and knew I was going to go again."
"To think," Linda managed a rueful grin, "I got spanked for letting Bob play with my boobies."
"Ah, but there's a difference. For one thing dear, I can't make you pregnant."
"I suppose not, but it still seems off, somehow. Way off."
"Perhaps you're right after all, dear. I'll tell you what. Just to even things up, you can take my trunks down and give me a bare-bottom spanking. Would you like that?"
"Do you mean it? I think I'd like that."
"I mean it, and I'm quite sure you would. Give it to me as hard as I gave it to you. Make me cry. I'll love every spank and every tear."
It was all strange to Linda, but the thought of stripping the woman and spanking her bare behind thrilled the girl anew.
Ruth stood beside the bed, and Linda began to peel the bathing suit down over the full, mature hips and buttocks. What she saw was big and firm and smooth. She ran her two hands over them boldly as she pulled the woman close to her.
Among other things, Linda was surprised that a woman more than twice her age could have skin as smooth and flawless as her own.
An expert at presenting her plump behind in the proper position for spanking, Ruth was soon in place over the firm young thighs, her buttocks temptingly arched, looking bigger than they had earlier.
Filled with both excitement and nervousness, Linda made ready to begin the spanking. With the first crisp spank to a jouncing buttock, her excitement grew and her nervousness passed in a hurry.
A few more spanks and the woman was sobbing. Another few, and the color that suffused the previously white cheeks explained why the woman was crying. Further aroused by the sights and sounds of the spanking, Linda went on to give a full dose that would have done credit to a much more experienced spanker.
The positions had been completely reversed, and it was Linda who then comforted the crying victim and massaged tingling buttocks with both hands.
"I'm going to do to you what you did to me," she told Ruth with a pleased smile.
"Wonderful, dear, we'll do it together then. I love the taste of yours and want more of it."
Turning onto her side, facing the girl, Ruth showed her how to get into position. After a preliminary session of kissing thighs and probing with gentle hands, they fitted mouths to vulvas and commenced cunnilingus.
For both females it was a delightful experience, one that rewarded each with a strong orgasm. When they finally fell apart in exhaustion, the sheet was wet with their perspiration.
Woman and girl met often after that and, without knowing it, Bob lost out to his mother in his effort to take the lovely young girl to bed.
Linda is now a college senior and a confirmed lesbian. She moves from one female lover to another, delights both in spanking and being spanked, and from time to time, she meets the woman who took her on her first trip to the Isle of Lesbos.
She displays no interest in men and doubts that she ever will. Men, she observes, lack the plump, silken buttocks and the qualities of tenderness and gentleness she loves in females.
It is unfortunate that Linda made her life's choice before she was emotionally prepared for it, but for the time being, at least, she is happy with what she has.
I have tried to encourage her at least to try making love with a male, but she steadfastly refuses.
"As long as I can find one woman to spank and make love with," she replied recently, "I'm not interested in even trying it with a man."
CASE HISTORY SIX
Peter, at twenty-three, was single, had enjoyed fair success with women, but had formed no emotional ties and was not ready to do so. He had a good job and wanted to devote more time to advancing his career than a wife would have been willing to settle for.
He termed himself "a bum man," and when making love to a woman, would devote great attention to her buttocks, fondling and kissing them with relish.
Dane, at twenty-seven, had been married and divorced. For a while, he had been bisexual but since had turned to homosexuality. Among his favorite interests were transvestism and corporal punishment in the passive role.
Peter and Dane knew each other casually, but neither knew much about the personal life of the other. Both belonged to the same golf club, and the courses of their lives crossed one summer afternoon in the club locker room.
Having enjoyed a pleasant round of golf and a cold beer at the end of it, they had showered and returned to their lockers, wearing towels draped around their waists.
While they rummaged through their lockers, a stack of photographs fell out of Dane's locker and some of them slid over toward Peter. Helping his friend pick them up, he was startled to see that they were professional shots of men and women engaged in naked spanking.
When Peter registered obvious interest in the photos, Dane handed him the rest of them and they looked them over together. This posed no problems since they were the only ones in that section of the room.
"Are you interested in the spanky-spanky bit?" Dane asked in a low tone.
"To tell the truth, I don't know much about it. I'm a bum man when it comes to women, but I never tried spanking one of them. Do you dig it?"
Looking in both directions, Dane pulled his towel open. Peter saw that the man's penis was fully aroused, the skin drawn back to display the swollen, dark head.
"That's what happens when I look at pictures like this," he said with a grin. "Do they do anything to you?"
Feeling just a little sheepish, and at the same time excited, Peter opened his towel to show that he too had achieved an erection.
"I think you're a fan whether you know it or not," Dane told him.
While they dressed, Dane told Peter about his big collection of literature and photographs of spanking. Before they left the club, Peter phoned to break a dinner date; then he accompanied Dane home.
When Peter asked why he bothered with a house when it would be simpler to live in an apartment, Dane explained that people who are interested in spanking always prefer the privacy of a house rather than an apartment where nosey neighbors might hear things.
"You mean maybe you do more than just look at pictures and read books?" Peter asked, grinning and raising an eyebrow.
"Could be," Dane replied casually.
The house contained more rooms than he needed, Dane told his friend, so one had been converted into a bar and general relaxing room.
It was a big room, one wall of which was covered with locked glass doors behind which books were stacked. Dane told him that most of them were devoted to his favorite subject-corporal punishment.
After he had poured drinks, Dane began showing more of his picture collection, and Peter saw that it was truly an extensive one.
In the beginning, the pictures showed women and men spanking women and children. Gradually, the emphasis switched to pictures of men spanking men, some of them wearing lingerie and nylons.
As their viewing progressed, spanking pictures were alternated with others showing males participating in fellatio and anal intercourse.
Peter, who had never seen such acts pictured, saw that it was truly an extensive collection. It surprised him to discover that the erection he had achieved while looking at the pictures of females remained just as strong as he looked at the all male action shots.
As the afternoon wore on, Peter drew the older man out and heard stories about various spankings in which he had participated. He told of both male and female partners, and described the joy of spanking as well as later activities.
When Dane asked about them, he admitted casually that he performed fellatio from time to time and had also, a few times, allowed a man to kneel behind him for anal intercourse.
Peter had no particular revulsion toward homosexuality, but at the same time, he had never felt any particular interest in it either. It was something he hadn't considered.
Dane showed him some color polaroid snaps then, and he received yet another surprise. The first one showed Dane, clad in padded bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, and high heels. He looked remarkably feminine, especially with his long blonde hair styled the way it was.
In the second picture, his panties had been pulled down and he lay across the lap of a naked male who was spanking him. Bright red blotches showed on both cheeks.
Other pictures showed him performing fellatio on the man and kneeling in an act of anal intercourse with the penis of the man partially inserted.
"I guess there's a hell of a lot of things I don't know about," Peter admitted with a note of sadness in his voice.
"Don't let that throw you," Dane told him, his hand gripping Peter's leg just above the knee, "I didn't know much when I was twenty-three either. In fact, I'm still learning. I have to give you credit, Peter, you don't seem shocked or horrified or anything like that."
"Oh hell, no," Peter tried to brush it off. "This may surprise me, but it doesn't horrify me at all. I guess I just don't horrify easily."
"I'll tell you what. I have to prepare something I want to show you; it'll take me a few minutes, but I'll give you something to listen to while you're waiting.
From a drawer in the bookcase, he produced a portable tape recorder and put it on the table in front of the young man.
Flicking the switch to the play position, he waved and hurried out of the room.
Alone in the room, Peter adjusted the position of his erect penis in his trousers, then listened to the tape. It was a recording of a man scolding a woman. He told her he was going to spank her on the bare bum, then the tape went on to a running commentary of the woman raising her dress and slip, the man lowering her panties, drawing her over his lap, and spanking her.
Before the end of the tape, the woman was crying as the man, according to the sounds and words, had anal intercourse with her.
When the tape ended, Peter was too stunned and aroused to turn it off. Dane walked into the room and did it for him, but by then Peter was even more stunned and much more aroused.
Everything about the man had become feminine, everything from his carefully combed hair, his lipstick, padded bra, sheer black nylon panties through which his penis bulged, nylons supported by a black satin garter belt, and gleaming black leather pumps.
"Did you enjoy listening to my spanking?" Dane asked in a startlingly girlish tone.
"You?" Peter asked with a gulp.
"Of course, Peter. When I dress like this for a spanking I must use the right voice for it. My name is Dawn now, not Dane. Don't you think it's a beautiful name?"
"I... I guess so." Peter was angry with himself for stammering, but he couldn't help it.
Giggling girlishly, Dane moved to the couch where Peter was seated and, slipping an arm around him, sat on his lap.
"Oh, you naughty man," he said teasingly. "I can feel you. You have a big hard-on. Such a big one too, and so hard. Did I do that to you?"
"A lot of things did it to me," Peter answered, amazed at his arousal.
"Are you as ready as when you have a woman sitting on you in just her bra and panties?"
"Yeah, I guess I am."
Dane continued to guide the conversation the way he wanted it, until Peter heard himself admit that he would love to take the panties down and spank Dane.
At that point, Dane assured him that the only way a spanking was any fun was if it was hard enough to make him cry and plead, and that it should go on until the spanker was tired.
"Don't worry, Dawn," Peter told him, his voice quivering, "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy spanking and you'll get all you want."
"Oh yummy," he said with a sigh. "First, though, you have to take your clothes off. It's no fun if you're all dressed like that."
As he stood to undress, Peter was surprised to discover that he was not nearly as embarrassed as he would have expected, under the circumstances, less embarrassed, actually, than he had been in the locker room when he opened his towel to show his penis to his friend.
When only his shorts remained on, he paused as if unsure whether or not he should take them off as well.
"Let me, darling," Dane said as he bent and caught the waistband of the boxer shorts in both hands.
He pulled them down slowly and gave a loud sigh when Peter's penis leaped out. Dropping the shorts then, he caught the penis in one hand and fit it into his mouth as he licked his thickly lipstick coated lips.
Dane kept the penis in his mouth for only a few seconds, then withdrew it and helped Peter step out of his discarded shorts.
"Oh, what a lovely one," he sighed, looking up into Peter's face. "I just can't wait to feel it sliding all the way up me. You will give it to me after you've spanked my pretty little bum and I'm nice and hot, won't you?"
"Yes, Dawn, I think I will. In fact, I think I could do it right now."
"I know you could, darling, but you must spank me first and make me cry. I'll still be crying when you push it into me and really ride me."
Peter really didn't like it when the man kissed him on the mouth then, but he didn't have the strength to stop him from doing it. By the time the kiss finished, he didn't mind it at all.
"Let's warm up, darling," Dane panted.
"Take me to the couch and feel me up. Make me cry for it. I love crying."
When they got to the couch, Peter handled the transformed man with all the delicacy he would have used on a true female. By way of reward, he received as much arousal as any woman had ever inspired in him.
Dane's body was almost hairless. Through the long nylons, his legs and thighs were smooth and soft with the musculature of a woman. Feeling rounded buttocks through the sheer nylon panties, he began to believe that Dane really was a woman. Only the erect, surging penis he felt with his other hand told him he was wrong. But for all the urgency he felt in it, it was no more than his own.
There was another surprise for Peter when he slipped a hand into Dane's bra. He found breasts that were too big to belong to a male. Dane explained that he was taking hormone treatment from a doctor who was also homosexual and understood.
Madly aroused then, Peter turned the man over his lap and tugged the nylon panties down well below his buttocks. As Dane whimpered in his girlish tone, Peter gripped him around the waist and began spanking.
The first spank thrilled him, and the thrill grew with each succeeding slap of his palm and fingers on the creamy smooth cheeks.
Peter had never felt or seen a spanking, and the sight of the reddening buttocks writhing and bouncing on his lap thrilled him as nothing ever had before.
Too, there were the sounds, the loud slapping of his hand on the yielding mounds, the feminine crying of his willing victim, and repeated, sobbing cries of, "Oh Daddy... oh my bum... don't spank me Daddy... ow... oh... oh oh... " As Peter became more adept at spanking, he learned to time the spanks so that he punctuated Dane's pleas with them.
And then, fearful that he was hurting Dane too much, Peter stopped spanking and helped Dane off his lap. Seconds later, Dane was kneeling on the carpet, head down, red bottom arched up and swaying in anticipation, panties held stretched between his thighs just above the expanded tops of his nylons.
The picture was maddeningly exciting to the young man who knelt close behind, penis in hand and ready.
At first it was difficult to effect the entry, but then he felt the head of his penis buried in the tight ring of Dane's anus. Gripping with both hands and pulling Dane back to meet his hand charge, he kept feeding his organ in until he rubbed against the hot buttocks and knew he was all the way.
He stroked strongly, smoothly, and their bodies picked up the rhythm quickly so that Dane moved back to meet each stroke, belly spanking hot cheeks with an exciting sound, adding to the arousal in both.
And then, too soon, Peter felt the onset of ejaculation and knew he couldn't hold it back to prolong his pleasure. Hugging the man to him, he rubbed against the spank-warmed buttocks and jerked with abandon as he fired his semen far into his partner.
A few seconds later, Dane reached back for Peter's hand and guided it to his penis. Knowing what he wanted then, he began to masturbate him. Dane ejaculated quickly and fully. Peter continued squeezing the shrinking, softening penis until it was drained.
When they decided to dress for dinner, Dane pulled on a stylish dress and Peter dressed in his own clothes. While Dane worked in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous meal, Peter remained in the library where he found many things to occupy his attention.
Later that evening, their vitality fully restored, the two men went into the bedroom. This time, Peter tossed the dress over Dane's back, lowered the little nylon panties to spank him only moderately, then, his lust fully aroused, he did not hesitate when Dane asked him to perform fellatio on him to climax.
After that, Peter relieved his own pressure by means of anal intercourse.
Very soon after his introduction to corporal punishment and homosexuality, Peter gave up his apartment and moved into the house with his lover.
They are still living together, five years later, and Peter has had no experiences with a female in that time. He doubts now that he ever will. He is content with a life of homosexuality spiced with frequent applications of corporal punishment.
Under the circumstances, it would have been far more likely that Peter would become a bisexual rather than a straight homosexual.
It is quite common for a male to become a homosexual at an earlier age, or at a much later one, but it is relatively rare for a man in his early to mid twenties, having experienced sexual acts with women, to switch to homosexuality exclusively.
And yet, life is a series of confusing and surprising acts, so it is not strange that this should have happened to Peter.
CHAPTER THREE - Neighbors and Strangers
When the North American economy was mainly agrarian, family bonds had to be strong since the land was sparsely settled. Families lived at great distances from each other; there was much work for all to do and thus little time for social activities beyond the home.
But with the industrialization and urbanization of our society, that pattern changed starkly.
The family concept has been enlarged, effectively enough so that it has become difficult to recognize the line between family and community. There are things to do, places to go, people to talk to and mingle with.
Even in the home, television has replaced conversation to an alarming degree. Lines of communication, then, tend to turn outward, away from fellow members of the family group, to members of the community who share common interests.
One additional factor must be taken into consideration before we proceed with the subject matter of this chapter.
With a working week of forty hours and less, with labor-saving appliances and modern materials, present-day Homo sapiens suffers not from too little free time, but from too much. The net result-boredom.
Given this situation, then, man (and woman) becomes restless in his craving for something to do. If we take into account that lines of communication lead out of, rather than through, the family unit, it comes as no surprise when the bored person or persons look outward to find a sharing of a common bond more interesting than the bond of marriage.
Sometimes, this venturing is done by a man and wife together. In other cases, one party ventures forth alone, then returns to bring the other along. In still other cases, the venturing is done singly by one or both.
Although there are many facets to the problem of sexual outlets in an increasingly urbanized society, in view of the nature of this work, we shall concentrate on those who choose corporal punishment as their ideal sexual outlet.
Where other acts such as sexual intercourse, fellatio, and cunnilingus are involved, they will be introduced in their context within the situation.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Alma and Clark provide a case study that seems to offer an appropriate jumping off point for this chapter. When we meet them, he is thirty and she is twenty-six, they have two children and a marriage that is dull for both of them, without being bad enough to justify calling it off.
They had been having sexual intercourse once or twice a week, but it lacked the intensity of their earlier sexual activities and gradually became boring for both of them.
Clark had enjoyed a few affairs with women over the previous three years, and from time to time, he would engage a prostitute to perform fellatio on him while she knelt naked astride him, allowing him to fondle her thighs, and especially her buttocks.
He made a point of selecting the prostitute with the biggest bottom. His favorite was a woman in her early forties who measured forty-four inches around the hips.
When she performed fellatio on him, he would spend the entire time kissing, licking, and gently patting her big buttocks with a light spanking motion until he achieved climax.
Once he asked her to allow him to spank her over his lap, but she drew the line short of that.
More and more as he had sexual intercourse with his wife, Clark would coax her to let him spank her, but after one painful try, she refused.
Alma had ventured into bed with another man only once. They were-vacationing at their cottage at the time, and the man proved to be a good lover. He engaged her in foreplay for almost an hour before they had sexual intercourse.
It was a thrilling experience but left her filled with guilt and fear that her husband would find out about it. She never tried it again after that, since the price was too high to justify the enjoyment.
Their adventure began one evening when they visited the couple next door for a rubber of bridge. During the course of play, their neighbor, whose name was Dave, frequently scolded his wife for making bad plays. Each time he did, he warned her that she would pay for it later when they were alone. The nature of his comments was such that it left no doubt that he intended to spank her.
After the game, while the women were in the kitchen preparing snacks, Clark was unable to refrain from asking Dave if he really spanked his wife. To his surprise, the man not only admitted it, but did so in a tone filled with excitement.
"But what does she think of it?" he asked.
"She loves it. It's a game that a lot of people play. You must have read plenty about sex spanking."
"I have," Clark admitted, "but I guess I figured it was something other people do. You know, the far-out types."
"You couldn't be more wrong, Clark. Mary and I have been playing it for more than five years now, and we know others who do."
"And you both enjoy it?"
"We do, and I've just had an idea. When I take Mary to the bedroom for her spanking tonight, I'll leave the window open a bit and be careless about closing the drapes. You will be able to watch and hear from your bedroom, or you could stand on something close to the hedge."
Clark was still blinking in surprise when the women returned and they were forced to end their conversation. He had often looked at Mary when she wore tight pants or a bathing suit, and achieved an erection at the thought of stripping her pants and panties down and fondling her rear.
The thought of not just seeing her buttocks but seeing and hearing them being spanked brought on a strong erection that was difficult to conceal from the others. David, who suspected that might be the case, noticed it.
Clark and Alma left shortly after that at David's urging. As they walked across the lawn to their house, Alma asked whether he thought Dave was serious about spanking his wife. Clark told her of their conversation, and instead of going into the house, they went into the yard and carried a wooden lawn couch to the hedge. They crouched, peering through the hedge, and they saw Dave walk into the bedroom and open the window. After that, he carefully adjusted the drapes so that although they were closed tightly above, there was a nice opening just above the windowsill.
"Did he do that on purpose?" Alma asked her husband in a whisper after Dave left the room.
He told her of their conversation in greater detail then, but stopped when he saw Dave and Mary enter the bedroom.
While Mary sat on the bed with her legs crossed to provide a delightful show of nylon sheathed thighs and a little white skin above, Dave casually stripped naked. As he did, he made sure that his front could be seen from the window.
At the sight of his erect penis, big and very strong looking, Alma trembled. Clark slipped an arm around his wife. At first he held her around the waist, then he slipped his arm down and fondled her buttocks.
"That's quite a weapon he has, isn't it?" Clark whispered.
"It's no bigger than yours, darling," she whispered, pressing closer against him, "but it is exciting to see it this way."
"I know. That's the way I feel at the thought of seeing Mary's panties coming down."
Moving her hand over the front of her husband's pants, she gave his erect penis a little squeeze.
"I see what you mean," she said with a quiet giggle.
"You'll feel it in a little while," he told her. "I have a feeling we're both going to get worked up before this is over."
"I'm plenty worked up right now," she told him and emitted a little sigh as his hand went up under the back of her dress and moved up her thighs until it was rubbing her bottom through her nylon panties.
As they listened, they heard Dave scolding his wife in a loud voice, but without anger. It was as if he were a father lecturing a child. After a little more scolding, he told her that he was first going to give her a warm-up spanking.
"Oh, Daddy," she pleaded in a childish tone, "please don't spank me on my poor little bum. I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise."
"No dear," he told her firmly but gently, "Daddy has to take your little panties down and spanky spank."
Sitting on an armless chair with a padded seat, he tapped his thighs and told her to come to him. Sitting as he was, his penis poked up strongly, the foreskin drawn back to reveal the blood-filled head.
Sobbing, Mary advanced to him and, on command, raised her dress and held it above her waist. Outside the window, Clark felt his penis surge with arousal at the sight of the beautiful woman who displayed her long, lovely legs and panty-clad bottom caressed by brief, pink nylon panties that were very sheer.
"Dearest," he breathed the word in a whisper, and as he did, Alma closed her hand over his penis while he cupped a buttock and squeezed.
As they stared avidly, Dave went on scolding as he reached for the waistband of her panties and very slowly pulled them down.
Turning his wife so that her back was to the window, he provided the viewers with a magnificent view of her plump, firm, beautifully rounded white buttocks framed by the black garter belt and suspenders.
Clark had to fight to stifle the groan that fought for expression at the sight of her beauty. His wife, too, Clark noted, was aroused at the sight of the woman's naked behind.
Working with smooth efficiency, Dave drew his wife onto his lap so that her posterior was directly opposite the open window.
Clark's arousal was such that it approached the painful stage as he looked at the beautiful woman lying over her husband's lap, her lush nether cheeks facing him, her panties stretched between her firm, smooth thighs, nylons caressing her legs and expanding fully at the tops to encase them.
And then, while she was still pleading with "Daddy" not to spank her, Dave's open hand came down stingingly on one plump cheek. She gave a little cry and heaved her bottom up just in time for the opposite cheek to catch the next spank with full force.
As the couple outside the window watched and held each other in wild arousal, Dave administered a brisk spanking to his wife which colored both the lovely cheeks a bright pink shade.
Telling her then that he had completed the warm-up, he twisted and bent his face to kiss both warm cheeks lovingly, then pulled her panties up and helped her to her feet. When they both stood, Mary threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately.
While Dave stood a few feet away watching his wife, she began undressing. Although Clark considered himself to be mainly a "bum man," he was delighted at the sight of her jutting breasts when she removed her bra.
Her back was turned to the window when she bent from the waist to push her panties down over the lush curves of her buttocks, still pink from the preliminary spanking. Mary turned a little to step out of her panties so that she gave a thrilling view of long, shapely legs and firm, bouncing breasts.
Dave went to sit on the bed then, his legs wide apart, his penis standing up straight and proud, and his wife, still wearing garter belt, nylons, and shoes, came meekly to kneel between his legs.
Holding her face in both hands, he tilted it upward as he looked into her tear-wet eyes to tell her that he loved her and was going to take her over his lap and spank her.
For a few seconds, his hands moved from her face to cup her ripe breasts. The spectators saw that he squeezed them just enough to cause the woman to wriggle her posterior in obvious passion.
"I have been a bad girl, darling," she told him, her wet eyes shining. "Please spank my bare bum and make me good again."
"Very well, darling," he told her. "Come lie over my lap with your pretty bum up and in position."
Mary hunched back on her haunches then and, taking his rigid penis in one hand, guided it to her mouth. After licking her red lips, she kissed the head lovingly; then it went completely into her mouth where she bathed it for only a few seconds before releasing it and getting to her feet.
With a little help from her husband, Mary draped her lush body across his thighs. Her buttocks faced the open window, her lovely legs bent at the knees in a semi-kneeling position, her toes touching the floor. She was ready to have him spank her.
"Spread your legs more, darling," he told her, "you know that makes your bum wider and gives me more to spank."
Mary obeyed at once. Gripping her naked waist then, the man began to spank her, scolding as he spanked while she cried and writhed maddeningly, her toes kicking hard on the floor as her legs scissored.
Outside the window, Clark had pulled Alma's dress up to her waist and was fondling her panties and thighs with both hands and breathing heavily with passion as was his aroused wife.
"Are you thinking that it's you spanking her?" Alma asked him in a whisper.
"Yes, how about you?"
"Yes. I'm lying over his lap. I can almost feel it," she panted, her throat dry, the whisper husky and warm. The man went on spanking his crying, heaving, bucking wife for a few more minutes, then helped her off his lap and onto the bed.
"Oh, darling," she cried out, still sobbing, "that was the best one ever. Ooooh, I'm on fire." As she panted her words of passion, she rolled on the bed, holding the burning mounds with both hands and telling him how wonderfully they tingled.
"Oh, Dave... I can't wait... give it to me... now... now."
Hurriedly, she threw herself over, her head down, face toward the window, buttocks raised high and swaying, legs parted wide.
At once, Dave was kneeling behind her, his hand working between them. And then he entered her and the groan of joy from the woman told them so. His hip muscles went into action and soon they could hear the slapping of his body against her red, arched buttocks.
It ended quickly, but not before both man and woman told, with moans and cries of passion, that completion had arrived and had been sweet.
As they collapsed into each other's arms to rest, Clark pulled his wife off the bench and told her to hold her dress up as he stripped her panties down and helped her step out of them.
Seconds later, she stood bent over, her hands gripping the end of the slatted bench as Clark hurriedly pushed his pants and briefs down.
Throwing her dress high over her back, the man paused to admire her full moons, glowing white and almost luminous in the pale light of a fragment of moon.
He put both his hands on the white cheeks and felt them twitch, telling him that his wife wanted it more than she had wanted it in years. Steering his penis with his right hand, he pushed it up under the white hills, between her thighs, and directly into the wet, waiting warmth of her vagina.
In his mind, it wasn't his wife into whom he plunged the full length of his stiff penis, it was really Mary, the naked woman who lay in her husband's arms. Her big, smooth behind was not cool at all; it was hot from having been spanked by his hand.
The same transference was taking place in his wife's mind at the same time. The stout shaft that moved in and out, filling her with delight, was not that of her husband but of the man next door.
Kneeling at the window of their darkened bedroom, Dave and Mary watched silently, arousal building again, and heard the sounds of the lovers achieving orgasm and trying in vain to hold back their groans and sighs.
Clark and Alma visited their neighbors again the following evening. Without preliminaries, after the first round of drinks had been poured, Mary asked how they liked the show of the previous evening. Alma blushed.
"You needn't blush, Alma," Mary told her with a little giggle. "After all, we got a bang out of watching Clark ram you after we were finished."
The direct approach broke the ice all the way and they moved into eager, erotic discussion during which Dave and Mary told of the friends with whom they engaged in sexual pleasure from time to time.
Sensing that Clark would be more than delighted to go along with wife-swapping and spanking, they concentrated on winning Alma over.
"Until you've tried, darling," Mary told her eagerly, "you can't imagine the thrill of lying over the lap of an aroused male while he spanks you. The thrill is doubled if you know that your husband is watching, and maybe others as well."
"Look at this, Alma." Dave used his fingers to outline the form of his erect penis through his pants. "It got that way at the thought of taking your panties down and spanking that luscious bottom of yours a little before feeding it to you with my wife and your husband watching and playing with each other."
Seeing that his wife would be won over quickly, Clark asked Mary to go change into a pair of tight pants. She left the room at once, and when she returned, she found Alma sitting on Dave's lap, sighing while he fondled her thighs. Her head fell back on his shoulder, her mouth slightly open; she was emitting warm sighs as she writhed on his lap.
"Shall we show her how much fun it can be, Clark?" Mary asked as she walked to him and turned so that he could see the tightness of her pants and the clear outline of chubby, firm buttocks and thighs.
At once, his hands were on both cheeks, fondling, squeezing, pinching. One hand went to the side fastener then, opened it, and slid the zipper all the way down. As he pulled the pants open, he saw the nylon of her black panties and knew they would caress her tightly and warmly.
He began to peel her pants down slowly then, being careful not to take the clinging panties with them. It was hard work, and the woman's writhing didn't make it easier for him. Not since the first time he ever took a woman's panties off had he been so wildly aroused. He had been seventeen then; the woman had been in her thirties.
When Mary's pants caught at her knees, Clark reached up to her panties and pulled them off with the same teasing slowness; then he was helping her onto his lap.
Looking down, he saw the posterior he had admired so often through pants, but now it was nude. Below, down her firm, white thighs, he saw the panties caught just above the expanded tops of her nylons and, below that, her lowered pants.
He slapped briskly and felt her squirm. He slapped again and she cried loudly for more. He gave her what she wanted and hoped he would not ejaculate in his trousers.
On the other couch, Alma sat on Dave's lap with her legs wide apart while he rubbed the narrow strip of warm nylon between her thighs. So gradually that Alma was barely aware of it, Dave began to turn her over and pull her panties down at the same time.
She was fully aware of it when he began to spank her bared behind. He did not spank as hard as Clark was spanking Mary, just hard enough to make her buttocks tingle and give her a chance to like it. It worked.
A few minutes later, each man knelt close against the warmed buttocks of his spanking partner. Alma was still crying out about how wonderful it was and how delicious a tingle she felt in her buttocks. The words she used were much more explicit.
The two couples met twice more in the following week. The third time they got together, there was another couple with them.
As their interest in group sex grew, their contacts fanned out and they became part of bigger and bigger parties.
Now, three years later, Alma and Clark are a happier couple than they ever had been. They claim that their lives and their love have been enriched immeasurably by their new interests together.
Except during sessions they attended together, neither has once been unfaithful to the other. Alma can not only take a spanking with the best of them, but craves it and frequently has her husband spank her when they spend the evening at home.
This, then, is the story of one couple who ventured into the community to seek what is usually enjoyed only in the privacy of the family bedroom. The result is not always the same.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Harry and Annette were a fairly typical suburban couple in their late twenties. They had a three-year-old daughter and talked, from time to time, about having another baby, but didn't actually get around to doing anything about it.
Their neighbors and closest friends, Paul and Lilith, were a few years older, in their early thirties, and had three children.
When they got together, they frequently talked and kidded about sex in a manner not uncommon among modern young couples.
One evening, as the four sat in Harry and Annette's basement recreation room, one of them introduced the subject of strip-poker. Paul told of having played it a few times before marrying, and how, after a loser lost the last piece of clothing, the following penalties were spankings.
After only a little more discussion, they were seated around a card table with much of their clothing heaped on a table across the room, since they agreed with Paul's idea that the loser would stand by the table, remove a garment, then carry it to the table before returning to the card table.
Each man feasted his eyes on the wife of the other as they undressed. Annette lost her bra and panties, while Lilith, a tall, striking blonde, returned to the table minus her bra, twisting her body as she walked to make her big breasts bounce; but she still retained her panties even after the other three were nude.
For purposes of the game, the men decided that the women could retain garter belt and nylons to heighten their nudity and add to the excitement.
Even before the men were fully undressed, it was obvious to the others that each had an erection.
The rules of the game gave the winner the right to spank the person of the opposite sex who held the lower hand. On that basis, Paul took Annette over his lap, after pushing his chair well back from the table, and gave her the agreed ten spanks on each cheek.
While getting onto his lap, she made a point of brushing against his erect penis and giggling as she did. When she felt the first spank, she stopped giggling, and as the following nineteen were applied her reaction ranged from "oohs" and "aahs" to frantic sobbing. She did not quite cry, but her eyes were wet with tears when she returned, rubbing her bottom with both hands, to her seat.
Her wet eyes danced when she won the next hand and took her husband over her lap. When she saw him smiling through the first few spanks, she slapped harder and thrilled at the sound and feel of her hand slapping his buttocks. After the spanking, he smiled as he rubbed at the tingles and told the others it felt great.
At that point, Annette admitted that she had enjoyed being spanked, even though it had caused her to sob and would likely bring her to tears next time.
After a few more hands, Annette excused herself and left the room; all eyes followed the jouncing, pink buttocks as she exited gracefully.
When she returned, all eyes were on the smooth-backed plastic hair brush she carried. As she reached the table, she replied to their wondering glances with the comment that since the men had harder hands and tougher buttocks, she and Lilith should use the hair brush for spanking them. All saw her point and agreed.
Lilith was first to use the brush and Harry was her victim. All agreed the idea worked as he returned to his chair sobbing.
Lilith scored another first when she returned from her third spanking to admit aloud that spanking and being spanked on the bare bum was much more fun than she had expected and that it warmed her in more places than one. There was general and enthusiastic agreement with that as all admitted to strong sexual arousal.
That, Harry pointed out with a grin, seemed to be the purpose of the game.
The rules of the game took their first turn from the planned course when Paul lost for the third time in a row. As he stood, rubbing his already inflamed posterior, it was clear to all that he dreaded another spanking so soon after two brisk ones with the brush from both women.
Looking at Annette who held the brush, her eyes gleaming with excitement, he begged for some other form of punishment. They all looked at one another with a sudden nervousness, and tension built in the room.
Gradually, they began to talk tentatively at first, and it was a couple of minutes before they reached an agreement. When they did, the two men carried a couch closer to the table.
While Harry and Lilith watched in rapt silence, Annette lay across the couch with her buttocks on the edge, then parted her legs wide and drew them up over her body.
All trembled with excitement and fully aroused lust as Paul knelt close to the couch, put both hands on the woman's smooth thighs, and pressed his face into the warmth of her crotch.
As Paul performed cunnilingus on Harry's wife, Harry reached to fondle Lilith's thighs. Instantly, she opened them wide and his hand moved to stroke the warmth of her vulva.
Annette's cry of completion was loud and jerky, and her lush nylon-sheathed legs scissored wildly around and above the head of the man who kept his face between warm, silken thighs and held her strongly until the spasms passed.
"Oh God, Harry," Lilith whispered with intensity. "I want to win and take you to the couch. You won't take a spanking, will you?"
"Win or lose," he replied, "if I get you, you're going to get what my wife just got."
Two hands later, Harry and Lilith went to the couch where he used his mouth and tongue to give her the orgasm for which she so hungered.
After that, they paused for drinks. As they stood around the bar, a new tension set in. The women had been satisfied by cunnilingus, but it was obvious that the men were consumed by desire.
"I suppose we're all thinking the same thing," Lilith said at last.
Relieved that she had broken the ice, the others were quick to agree. Nervousness began to fade then, and they went on to discuss whether or not they were prepared to swap wives for sexual intercourse, or whether each man would make love to his own wife with the other couple watching.
In the end, they decided that the cards would decide the matter and that all would accept the decision without later recrimination or jealousy.
Leaving their drinks on the bar, the two men hurried to get the other couch and place it close to the one they had used for cunnilingus.
With the couch in place, the four hurriedly downed their drinks and returned to the table to play the biggest hand of the night.
By the third card, Paul was the obvious winner. Not until the final card had been dealt was it decided that Annette was to be his partner. In silence, the four got up.
When Paul took his new partner into his arms and kissed her passionately, Harry and Lilith did the same. On the two couches which had been set up as twin beds, the two couples engaged in a long, passionate period of foreplay which was inevitably concluded with sexual intercourse.
Returning to the bar, the four nudes talked excitedly of how the game had broadened their lives so suddenly. All made the point that they would play the game from time to time, but that between meetings of the group, there would be no illicit sexual activity.
The bargain was broken, secretly at first, by the wives. One dull morning, they met at Annette's house and each spanked the other. After their spankings, arousal led them to perform digital masturbation on each other. In time, they graduated to mutual cunnilingus, which both found thrilling.
Over the six years that have passed since their first card game, there have been other rule changes as they keep seeking new thrills.
They play for more so-called "penalties" of cunnilingus, fellatio, sexual intercourse, and anal intercourse. When one evening is too short to contain all these, they are carried over through the following days so that not a day passes without some form of sexual activity among the players.
Their most recent innovation is a penalty whereby the loser, male or female, sits in a bathtub while the winner bathes the victim with urine as the others watch.
Paul, who told me the story, intimates that there are still other penalties but refuses to identify them for me. In view of what he did tell, with the approval of the other three, one wonders what these secret penalties might be.
It is interesting to note the lengths to which their sexual activities have developed, considering that it all began with a simple game of strip-poker among friends and that, at the outset, spanking and nudity were the purposes of the game.
If evidence is needed as to the erotic arousal that is engendered by bare-bottom spanking among adults, this case history surely provides it.
CASE HISTORY NINE
Marty, thirty-one, and his wife Verna, twenty-six, discovered the sexual pleasures of spanking during their honeymoon, and their interest in it flourished to the point where simple hand spankings were not enough; they required the additional thrills of paddles, leather straps, switches, and riding crops.
Then they added bondage, binding Marty's hands and feet for punishment as he either stood or lay on the bed. Verna found supreme joy in having him tear her clothes off, throw her on the bed, and tie her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed.
After her husband finished beating her, he would throw himself on her and, over her pained protests, rape her. It was never known in advance whether he would fit his penis into her vagina or her anus.
One evening, Marty brought home a tabloid paper which carried a pen pal club devoted to sexual variations, of which corporal punishment seemed the most dominant. Both became excited at the prospect of exchanging correspondence and photographs with like-minded persons.
They replied to four of the ads and sent one of their own to be carried in the column. After what seemed to be an interminable wait, they received replies to two of their letters, both from couples.
Their correspondence flourished and broadened. They bought a Polaroid camera (a commonly used item among those interested in spanking and correspondence) and exchanged intimate photographs with their new friends.
The pictures they sent and received showed not only nudity and spanking, but sexual intercourse, cunnilingus, and fellatio.
From one couple, they received a picture showing the man lying in the bathtub while his wife urinated on him. Another showed the couple naked, with the woman kneeling in front of the man who was urinating in her mouth.
In reply to their ad, they received a few letters from persons living in the same city. These they were very quick to follow up by telephone.
For their first meeting, they selected a couple in their own age group who also seemed to match them from the social and intellectual point of view.
Since they had seen pictures of each other in the nude, it seemed strange to Marty and Verna to open their door and admit a well-groomed man and wife dropping in to pay a social call.
The visitors had told them that they were new to the game and that although they had been corresponding with others for a few months, this was their first visit with another couple for the purpose of spanking.
Over drinks, they chatted first casually, then with mounting excitement. The visitors had been spanking each other for only a year or so and listened in awe as Marty and Verna told of their many and varied punishment sessions. Marty and Verna assured their guests, Carl and Sue, that they would keep things simple at the start and proceed gradually into more advanced areas.
When Sue indicated that she was nervous about baring her behind for a spanking in front of strangers, Verna was quick to take the lead by suggesting that she would submit to a spanking from Sue's husband. The man's eyes lit up at that.
At that point, Marty called for a pause while they came to an agreement on whether or not there would be sexual intercourse and other sexual acts. He pointed out that he and his wife had discussed it and were in favor.
Carl and Sue told them they, too, had agreed to go all the way.
To get things started and help put Sue at ease, Verna stood then and, her fingers trembling with excitement, began to unfasten her dress.
That done, she caught the hem with both hands and began to pull it up over her nylon-sheathed legs. She paused as the hem reached the expanded tops of her nylons, then drew it up with equal slowness as three pairs of eyes feasted on her flawless thighs, which were made whiter by the contrasting black suspenders and, in a few more seconds, the clinging, sheer, black nylon panties.
And then Verna jerked her dress over her breasts and her head and dropped it. Standing before the others, her feet apart, she tugged her bikini panties tightly around her to ensure that there were no wrinkles.
Walking to her husband who stood as she approached, she went into his arms and they kissed passionately. Through it, he fondled her upper back with one hand and her panty-clad bottom and thighs with the other as she rubbed against him.
Then she walked to the couch where their guests sat and asked them if they liked her figure. Both were earnest in telling her they did.
"Well then, Carl," she went on, smiling, "would you like to take my panties off so you can see, feel, and spank my bare bum?"
He was trembling as he stood, but before he could reach for her panties, she took him into an ardent embrace and they kissed wetly, their tongues playing wet, darting games as she rubbed against him and felt the form of his strong erection pushing at her. While he thrilled at the sight of his semi-nude wife in the arms of another man, Marty called Sue to come sit on the couch with him. He saw the nervousness in her, but he soon turned nervousness into passion as he took her in his arms and fondled her thighs while they kissed. As their mouths came apart, Sue looked down to see that the hem of her dress had been pulled well above the tops of her nylons and Marty's hand was rubbing the insides of thighs he found to be firm, smooth, and very exciting.
Hearing an excited gasp, they looked at the other couple and saw that Verna's panties had been lowered almost to her knees and that Carl was kneeling with his mouth pressed into her cushion of her pubic hair. While they focused on the sight, they saw him turn her slowly and kiss both rounded buttocks while she sighed warmly and rubbed warm, silken mounds across his face.
Carl sat on the couch then, took Verna over his lap, and began to spank her. After the first few spanks, she told him he could spank much harder if he wished. He did.
When Verna began to sob, he would have lightened the force of the spanks if Marty had not told him that she wasn't really beginning to enjoy it yet. He was delighted to continue the job at hand.
On the other couch, Marty had pulled Sue's dress up over her waist and was busying himself rubbing her nylon panties and silken skin with both hands. Not being a selfish man, he opened his fly and took out something for her to play with. She was delighted with her strong toy and told him so.
Verna was crying and rubbing her tingling buttocks when she got off Carl's lap at the completion of the spanking, but she was filled with wild excitement and joy as she told the others how thrilling it was to be spanked by another man while a couple watched.
Carl, too, was enthusiastic about it. He assured them that while he loved his wife and adored spanking her bare bottom, it was wildly exciting to bare and spank the bottom of another woman, especially with his wife watching him.
Sue surprised them by announcing that she had gotten over her nervousness and would love to submit to a spanking from Marty. He was, of course, more than delighted to oblige her.
Going to the other couch to watch, Verna asked Carl to take her bra off and play with her. Before he could do so, she opened his fly and took his penis out. Sitting, she held him close to her and took the end of it in her mouth to make it wet and shiny. She felt it throb with desire at her touch.
"This time," she told him as they sat close, "I guess we'll have sexual intercourse, but one of these times, I'll take you all the way in my mouth. Do you like it that way, darling?"
He assured her he loved it, and they turned their eyes toward the other couch where Verna's husband had removed Sue's dress and was fondling her bra and panties as he told her how pleased he would be when he lowered her panties for a spanking, and later, when she beat him and made him grovel at her feet.
When he took her onto his lap, he stared in delight at her lushly rounded, full buttocks, framed entirely by black of garter belt, suspenders, and lowered panties.
For a little while, he was content to fondle her nether cheeks; then he commenced spanking. Before he began the spanking, he scolded her for having been a bad girl and allowing a boy to feel between her legs.
Having played the game with her husband before, she fell at once into the proper role as she begged her daddy not to spank her in an impressively childish tone.
Remembering his earlier promise to start out easily, he spanked her only moderately, but in spite of this, she was soon sobbing, then crying as his hand smacked loudly from cheek to cheek for a long time.
When he stopped spanking the beautifully bouncing bottom of the crying woman, Marty took her into his arms to comfort her, then turned her over on the couch and used warm, wet kisses to console her while she told him that he had spanked her well and driven her wild with arousal and desire.
Marty soon added to those emotions by parting the hot cheeks and licking all the way up and down between them. After a while, he bore into her anus with his curled tongue.
The two couples went to the bar then, where Verna voiced criticism of the fact that the men had not yet taken their clothes off, even though they had their penises showing.
Grinning, the men soon rectified that situation and came back to the bar naked. The visitors were fascinated by the pale brownish streaks across Marty's buttocks, and he told them they were left over from a beating his wife had given him with a switch three or four days earlier.
When they wondered whether they would ever advance to that stage, Verna laughingly assured them that they would.
The subject of the conversation changed then and they decided that since it was still early evening, if they had sexual intercourse then, there was a good chance that both men would recuperate in time for a second helping.
The couches were not far apart, but the men moved them still closer together as Marty assured the group that having them close to each other would add to the excitement. After this adjustment, the couches became a double bed.
Falling into the bed, they engaged in a playful romp in which they did not stick together entirely as partners. Sue was surprised to feel three hands on her at one point. When she checked, she found that two of them belonged to Marty.
The other hand, the one that worked between her thighs, was the property of Marty's wife, who was being fondled by Carl. She couldn't make up her mind whether she enjoyed having a woman fondle her. It felt good, she admitted to herself, but she had never before been touched in that way by a woman and she was a little unnerved at the enjoyment she felt at Verna's touch.
In time, Marty told Sue he was ready to go. She turned over on her back with her legs wide to welcome him. Beside them, Carl asked Verna if she would let him give it to her from behind in the kneeling position so that he could feel her warm buttocks against him and be free to fondle her body at the same time.
She assured him that she loved it that way, especially after a spanking, and it did not take them long to get at it with relish.
Neither man was able to hold back ejaculation for long, but both women had been well prepared for the act and, as a result, both climaxed-Sue with Marty, Verna just ahead of Carl.
Having refreshed their drinks, the group then looked through the collection of pictures Verna and Marty had gathered and kept in files along with the letters they had received from their pen pals.
Sue's attention was grabbed by a picture of a nude man masturbating on the bare, brightly colored buttocks of an obviously well-spanked female. She read the full letter that accompanied the picture and was shocked to learn that the female was his sixteen-year-old daughter. He always stripped naked to spank her; then it was always his practice to masturbate on her and rub in his semen, which he claimed both soothed the sting in her buttocks and ensured that the skin of them remained smooth and satiny. The picture, he mentioned in the letter, had been taken by his fourteen-year-old daughter whom he spanked and massaged in the same way. At the beginning of the letter, he had mentioned that he was a widower.
"One of these days," Sue observed, "he's going to forget doing it by hand, and then comes incest."
"Oh goody," Verna laughed, "incest. The game the whole family can play."
When they finished looking at the pictures, Verna decided she would like to have Sue give her a spanking. She explained that many of their female pen pals enjoyed spanking and being spanked by other women and she wanted to try.
Sue obliged and showed a nice spanking style as she added fresh color to Verna's satin-smooth nether cheeks and brought her to happy tears and spirited kicking.
After the spanking, Sue did not protest when Verna wanted to reverse the roles. Even while she was spanking Sue, Verna announced with triumph and excitement in her tone that she loved spanking a female with nice smooth bottom cheeks and pretty legs and thighs.
From a cabinet, Marty produced a leather strap and a short riding crop. He handed the riding crop to his wife and told her to demonstrate how it should be used.
When he leaned against the wall with his buttocks nicely arched, his wife gave him five cuts with it, then passed it to Sue. She was a little nervous at first, but soon got the hang of it and gave him a severe beating that caused him to cry and scream for a long time before Verna, who knew his capacity, signaled that he had taken enough.
When Verna suggested that Carl lie over a low footstool for a sample of the light strap, he didn't dare refuse for fear of being considered a coward. Sitting on his back then, Verna gave him what she considered to be a moderate taste of the strap which nevertheless brought tears and sobs before she stopped.
As they expected, the men did recover their vitality before long. When Carl was the first to do so, Verna sat on the edge of a chair and took his penis into her mouth.
Coming close, the others watched Verna swallow quickly as Carl ejaculated, his penis throbbing in her mouth. His knees were sagging and his breathing was deep and rough when the woman released, then squeezed in her right hand, his spent penis and told him that he had given her a lovely drink.
Marty had come to full erection while watching them. When he asked Sue to do the same for him, she told him it was something she had never done and that she was afraid. She accepted the alternative of a spanking and a generous second helping of sexual intercourse which thrilled Marty and her to the extent that she experienced two orgasms in the course of it because Marty lasted a lot longer the second time.
In the course of future sessions at Marty and Verna's home, Carl and Sue became experts at taking and administering corporal punishment. In addition, Sue came to enjoy bringing a man to climax by means of fellatio and, under Verna's expert tutelage, learned the delights of mutual cunnilingus with her.
In addition to delighting each other, the act served to stimulate Carl and Marty, as well as other males who came to visit from time to time.
And there were many other visitors, just as Marty and Verna often visited others. One of the brightest visits of this nature was a two-week stay at a secluded cottage on a lake in Ontario with two Canadian couples who had been pen pals.
It was during that stay that Verna first experimented with being sprayed with urine by both a man and a woman at the same time as she lay on the grass outside the cottage.
She reports that she drew the line at drinking it, as one woman in the group loved to do, but is considering the possibility of trying it someday.
Since the city in which Verna and Marty live is a big one where they make many contacts, they formed a local club of persons interested in spanking and related sexual acts.
In time, the group bought a big house that is nicely isolated and they hold regular meetings there. During the regularly scheduled meetings, they read letters they receive from friends in other places, show and exchange pictures and literature, and, of course, partake of spanking and general orgies.
The house is well furnished and, for security reasons, a couple of their members live in it rent free.
Marty confirms what I have noted for some time- that in every major city in the United States and Canada, there are many such clubs, frequently many in one city.
CASE HISTORY TEN
Dalla was a commercial artist in her early thirties who was introduced to spanking for fun by a man with whom she had lived for a few months during a bisexual period in her life. She dropped him when she decided that lesbianism was really what she wanted and she decided to write males off.
Through a tabloid published in Canada that is considered the common meeting ground through its penpals column, she began corresponding with single women who appeared, on the basis of their ads, to share her interest in both spanking and lesbianism.
It did not take her long to establish a string of contacts both locally and afar. Given her penchant for organizing, it was not long before she had pulled a group of her contacts together into a club in her own city and set up another club on a correspondence basis with a mimeographed magazine which they produced monthly, or as close to that as possible.
But perhaps before getting into the club aspect of the all-lesbian group, it would be beneficial to see just how Dalla operated.
At first, she replied to two ads from women in the city where she lived, one single, the other married. The single one turned out to be a twenty-three-year-old woman named Enid, who had never spanked or been spanked but was a lesbian and was curious about spanking.
At their first meeting, in Dalla's apartment, they talked at length about both spanking and lesbianism. Enid had first been seduced when she was fifteen, by a woman for whom she was baby-sitting.
She had seen the woman spanking one of her children and found that it aroused her sexually, but she had not been brave enough to ask the woman to spank her; or did she dare spank any of the children. She asked many questions about her experience, and Dalla answered them all in such a way that her interest was sharpened.
After both had been nicely aroused, Dalla took the warm and willing young woman into her arms and they kissed with a flood of passion.
As their kiss ended, Dalla whispered to Enid that it was time for a sample spanking; she would give it to her through her panties first, then with her panties lowered so that she could compare the two.
As Enid stood beside the confident, seated woman, there was a trembling moment of hesitation, but Dalla did not permit it to last. Her hands were strong and knowing as they went to the hem of the younger woman's dress and pushed it and a plain white slip up high to reveal strong, smooth thighs that had obviously been carefully hidden from the sun.
Enid tensed all over, but Dalla quickly pulled her down across her thighs, pulling the dress and slip higher over her back as she did. White was obviously Enid's color, Dalla saw as her eyes moved over the thrilling curves of the sheer, white nylon panties which caressed full buttocks.
And then her hand was caressing panties and buttocks. She felt warmth and smoothness and firmness under her hand as she rubbed firmly with her right hand while her left arm tightened around the bare waist.
"Is it going to hurt?" Enid asked in a quavering voice.
"Yes, Enid. I am going to give you a good spanking and it will make you cry."
"I'm n... not sure I... "
"But I am Enid," she cut her off. "You have a nice plump bum. The cheeks are firm and will take a spanking well."
"No... no," Enid sobbed as she felt the arm tighten around her waist.
"Yes, Enid," Dalla panted, and at the same moment, her open palm slapped hard on the arched right cheek.
Enid gave a little cry, but Dalla felt her stop resisting at the same moment; she delivered a crisp spank to the other cheek. Through the warm nylon, she felt the solid cheek give under her hand and joggle just a little.
Between sobs, Enid emitted an exciting oh-ah pattern which inspired Dalla to spank a little harder than she had planned. After she had applied ten sharp spanks to each cheek, she paused and rubbed Enid's buttocks.
"Do you want to stop, Enid?" she asked gently.
"I... I don't know."
"It doesn't matter, dear, I have no intention of stopping anyway. I am going to take your panties down now and give you your real spanking right on your chubby bare bum."
Dalla had positioned the young woman sufficiently to the right of her thigh so that there was no difficulty in gripping the waistband of her panties and slowly lowering the filmy garment over the swelling pink hemispheres.
"What a beauty," she sighed as her right hand clasped the firmness of a buttock and her fingers dug into sensitive, warm, silken flesh.
The tips of her long fingers moved down through the shadowy valley between the exciting hills, all the way down and under until there was no valley.
"You're warm, baby," she whispered huskily.
"Yes," Enid panted.
"Very warm, and now I'm going to spank you and make you warmer."
"Yes... yes," Enid almost screamed as her body rubbed on Dalla's thighs.
"Get ready to cry, baby. Here it... uh... comes. Nice and hard."
The sound of the slap filled the room, and Enid's loud cry joined it. Having delivered the spank, Dalla held the cheek firmly for a few seconds, then raised her hand again and delivered a matching spank to the other quivering hill of smooth flesh.
Her buttocks already warmed and sensitive by the spanking she had taken through her panties, Enid began to cry almost from the beginning of the bare-bottom spanking. Her legs kicked madly, her body rubbed, squirmed, and heaved over Dalla's lap.
Being adept at the art of spanking, Dalla was able to time the spanks so that each one caught Enid with her warm bottom rising to meet the slapping palm.
In complete control of the situation, despite the fires of lust which spread through her entire body, Dalla went on to administer one hundred brisk spanks, fifty to each cheek.
While Enid cried uncontrollably, Dalla helped her to her feet and eased her down onto the couch. For a few seconds, she stared hungrily at the red, twitching rear; then she quickly stripped naked except for her garter belt and nylons.
Moments later she was on the couch, her hands pulling at the sobbing, quivering young woman. Despite her stinging buttocks, Dalla saw, Enid was burning with desire and was at least as anxious as she to go into action.
Rolling the young woman right over onto her back, Dalla hurriedly knelt astride her head and lowered her crotch down to the tear-wet face. As her vulva met the warm wet lips of her sobbing partner, Dalla urged her on by rubbing her face.
A tongue darted into her vagina, hands rose to hold her strongly, and Enid went into her act of cunnilingus. It was great for Dalla, and she noted that Enid had been well trained in the art.
The licking tongue brought her to climax quickly and it was a strong, delightful orgasm. After resting for only one minute or so, Dalla moved off the young woman and saw that she was masturbating with a finger. Turning, she brought her face into the already warmed crotch and, fondling the hot, red buttocks, brought Enid to climax as quickly as she had brought Dalla there.
Before Enid left that evening, she told Dalla that she wanted to come back often to be spanked.
"Was it as good as you expected?" Dalla asked, smiling.
"Better," Enid replied. "It hurt like mad while it was going on, but that tingle that went on and on was like nothing I've ever experienced."
As they got up to go to the door, Enid told her that the tingle was only then fading.
With a little laugh, Dalla raised Enid's skirt and slip, bent her under her left arm, and applied a quick shower of spanks to the seat of the clinging panties. She stopped just short of causing Enid to cry.
"There now, dear," she said warmly as Enid stood and her clothes fell into place, "that should keep your pretty panties warm until you get home."
Alone in the apartment, Dalla slowly masturbated to another orgasm, her mind filled with delightful thoughts of Enid's warm, smooth bottom.
Although Enid continued to visit her for spankings and cunnilingus, Dalla found many more female partners by means of carefully worded ads in various tabloids and magazines.
It wasn't long before the woman in the next apartment, a secretary, became so curious about the sound of spanking, that she found the courage to invite Dalla in for a drink and ask her about it.
A little at a time, Dalla told her about spanking for fun and sexual stimulation. At first, the woman, who was in her late twenties, was shocked, but Dalla was adept in explaining such matters; within an hour, the attractive young woman was trembling as she felt Dalla pulling her panties down, then taking her over her lap and spanking her.
In recruiting the neighbor as a spanking partner, Dalla also solved the sound problem that had bothered her right from the start.
In time, the two women decided to live together and pooled their resources to rent a house that offered them the privacy they required for entertaining their friends in their own special way.
One of the members of her group is a respected female doctor who told me the story, and who still visits Dalla and various members of the group. She finds therapeutic value in submission; one or two women strip her to be spanked and strapped, as well as humiliate and abuse her in various ways.
To each her own.
CHAPTER FOUR - General Case Histories
Although our first three chapters have dealt with specific topics, we have reached the point where, in order to explore the necessary variations in actions and motivations, we must turn to a general chapter to deal with cases which do not belong in a specific category.
In the first case history, we see a case where, in addition to corporal punishment, voyeurism and exhibitionism play a major role in what would otherwise be a routine case of corporal punishment of children by a mother. Following this will be other case histories covering various aspects of corporal punishment.
CASE HISTORY ELEVEN
Alice was a widow in her mid thirties who devoted full time to the raising of her children, a girl fifteen, and boys aged fourteen and twelve.
She had employed corporal punishment from the time the children were very young, so that they had become perfectly accustomed to being spanked and raised no objections to it even though they were aware that few of their friends were ever spanked.
Her daughter had once suggested that at fifteen she was too old to be spanked like a child, but her mother told her with loving firmness that a girl in her teens required more guidance which would continue to involve having her bottom bared and spanked as long as she lived at home.
With the respect for discipline that had been developed in her, the girl accepted her mother's ruling without further protest.
It was quite by accident that the spanking of the children changed in its course from being merely an act of punishment to acquiring a sexual motivation.
One Sunday afternoon, a woman friend was visiting Alice. As they chatted, there was a crash of glass and a stone fell onto the floor.
Before they got over the shock, a crestfallen boy, her twelve-year-old son, shuffled into the room with his head bowed.
A bit of angry questioning brought out the fact that he had thrown the stone at a bird, but his aim had been off. Since stoning birds and animals was an offense against house rules, the boy was doubly guilty.
While her visitor watched in surprise, Alice pulled the boy to her; jerked his short pants and underpants down, took him over her lap, and dealt out a long severe spanking.
Just at the point when she would have terminated the spanking of the howling boy, Alice glanced at her visitor and was startled to see her face registering obvious sexual arousal. If more proof were needed, the woman gave it by rubbing her thighs in a way Alice understood well.
It was something she did herself when reading alone before masturbating, as was her custom since the death of her husband.
At the sight of the woman, Alice became aroused instantly. She had always considered bare-bottom spanking something that brought a measure of pleasure to her, but she had never considered her enjoyment sexual.
Suddenly, the smacking of her hand on the smooth cheeks became intensely arousing. As a result, the boy took another twenty or so spanks before he was allowed to scramble off her lap and hurry from the room.
"My God, Alice," the woman remarked then, "I knew you spanked your kids, but I didn't know it was anything like that."
"Is it the first spanking you've ever seen?"
"I guess it is."
"How do you feel?"
"I don't know. Nervous, I guess."
"If one of my children told me a lie like that, Marie, he or she would get spanked."
"What do you mean?" the woman asked, blushing a little.
"I mean you have all you can do to keep your hand out from under your skirt. I saw your thighs rubbing while I was spanking him. Maybe Charlie isn't taking good care of you."
"The bastard. He's so busy making money that I'm lucky if he gives it to me once a month. Even then it's just in, out, and off."
"How do you think it's been for me all these years without a man at all."
"I don't know how you survive, Alice. I couldn't."
Alice smiled and held her index finger just above her lap. As she wiggled it in a masturbating motion, her smile widened.
"After all, Marie, a woman has to do something, doesn't she?"
Blushing again, Marie admitted that she, too, resorted to masturbating from time to time and always did so in the bathroom after sexual intercourse when her husband had left her frustrated.
From there, they went on into intimate details of their sexual desires and fantasies, and how they masturbated when the peak of the fantasy was reached. Each gave the other strength and courage, so that after a little while, the two of them went into Alice's bedroom with the intention of masturbating together.
In their shared need, and excited by their erotic conversation, they had become like naughty, curious children who play "you show me yours and I'll show you mine."
"Aren't we the naughty ones though?" Marie giggled after they had removed dresses and slips. "Yes, Marie, but it is fun."
Marie wore bra, panties, garter belt, and nylons. Alice wore a girdle instead of a garter belt. Each was aroused at the sight of her own semi-nudity and that of the other.
"Gee, you have a nice bum, Marie," Alice observed in an excited tone. "It looks lovely in those sheer panties. May I feel it?"
As her friend silently moved closer, Alice reached with both hands to fondle her buttocks through the thin nylon.
"Would I ever love to take your panties down and spank your bare ass until it was nice and pink."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, would you let me?"
"I don't know. I've never been spanked. Besides, the boy would hear us."
"He went out long ago and won't be back for hours. Neither will the others."
"I'm willing to try, Alice, if you promise to stop if it hurts too much and if you'll let me spank you."
The deal made, Alice excitedly sat on the edge of the bed and guided her friend until she stood between her open legs. Slowly then, she pulled the woman's panties down to bare her buttocks. After rubbing the silken cheeks for a few seconds, she guided her friend again, this time into the classic spanking position.
"Oh, Alice," Marie panted, "I feel just like a naughty little girl over mummy's lap."
"Let's see if you can cry and plead like a naughty little girl when mummy starts spanking your pretty bum," Alice replied as she delivered the first spank.
As though she had played the game before, Marie began to cry and beg her mummy not to spank her poor little bum. When she cried more loudly, what had been a relatively light spanking to that point was stepped up so that Marie was no longer pretending to cry.
Marie took a sound spanking before she begged Alice, in a mature and serious tone, to stop.
"This is going to be the good part, Marie," Alice panted as she tightened her arm. "Instead of stopping when you want me to, I'm going to give you ten more spanks against your will. Ready? Here we go."
Holding the squirming, crying woman tightly, Alice raised and lowered her open right hand ten more times, moving from cheek to cheek with exciting slapping sounds.
Falling back on the bed and pulling the crying woman with her, Alice comforted her with words and with her hand, rubbing the hot cheeks excitedly.
When Alice told the woman how red and lovely her bottom was, they got up and stood before the mirror. Alice handed her a hand mirror so that she could get a full view of her flaming red buttocks. In her excitement, she had difficulty holding the mirror still.
"Oh Alice, that tingle is so nice I don't want it to ever stop."
"It will, dear," Alice told her, "but we know how to put it back there, don't we?"
They returned to the bed then and, with neither knowing who had taken the lead, they embraced and kissed passionately, their hands rubbing as they did.
"Let me spank you now, Alice," Marie whispered huskily. "Let me take your girdle down and take you over my lap."
"Take it right off, Marie. I'll take my bra off and I'll be bare naked for it. That's the way I spank Alicia sometimes. Bare bluff."
Her knees trembling, Alice stood and removed her bra while Marie pulled the girdle down, taking both it and her nylons off over her feet.
She saw the look of admiration in Marie's eyes as they caressed her breasts and was thankful that she had taken care of them even though there had been no man around to appreciate them.
And then she was over her friend's thighs, squirming and crying as Marie spanked her, but thrilling more as the sting increased.
Marie had stepped out of her panties while examining her glowing posterior in the mirror, so that as she held Alice close, their semi-nude bodies rubbed and intensified passion for both of them.
Without warning, Marie stopped spanking and pulled Alice onto the bed; they fell and squirmed into a tangle of heated flesh, arms and legs entwined as they rubbed and pressed together. During their frantic writhing, Alice found the catch of her friend's bra and unhooked it. Except for her garter belt and nylons, Marie too was naked, as naked as she.
Kneeling up on the bed, Alice pressed a hand between the warm, silken thighs of her friend, slipped a finger into the warmth of her vagina, and began rubbing her clitoris.
Panting and sighing, Marie turned until she could get her hand between Alice's legs. Then each masturbated the other to orgasm, and they fell together, tired and more content than either had been in years.
"I have a feeling this is all wrong," Alice said after a little while, "but it was wonderful and to hell with what is right and wrong."
"Oh yes, Alice, I feel that way too. I haven't felt so good since I don't know when. Right now, as far as I'm concerned, Charlie can take that useless tool of his and stick it up you know where."
"It might break off," Alice laughed.
"So much the better. It's no damn good anyway. Let him pee like a woman; he's not a man anyway."
From just talking and giggling, the women began to play with each other. Breasts received a good deal of attention and it was Marie who stepped up the pace of the game by pushing Alice down on her back and fitting her mouth over an already erect nipple. She sucked greedily. After that, they took turns sucking breasts and fondling and kissing hot buttocks, with a few moderate spanks being applied from time to time to keep them warm and pink.
Before they finished their surprise session of play, it was almost inevitable that they came together, end to end, in cunnilingus. After both had climaxed, there was an awed hush until excited words came tumbling out to tell how good it had been for both of them.
Spanking had given birth to their lesbian affair, and it continued to play a major role. Frequently, they would meet during the day for mutual spankings employing hand and brush, and such spankings always terminated in cunnilingus. To vary the over-the-lap spankings, they would sometimes strip naked and stand embracing each other so that each was able to spank the other at the same time.
When they spanked in this way, there were two mirrors arranged so that each woman was able to view the spanking. This provided a high degree of arousal for both since the visual stimulation added to the rubbing of their bodies and the stimulation provided by the act of spanking.
Each time one of Alice's children earned a spanking, Marie would become involved if possible.
For some spankings, Alice would phone her friend and tell her, then spank the culprit where the spanking could be viewed by her friend through an undraped window.
At other times, she would phone Marie, then leave the phone off the hook and close to the chair where she would sit for the spanking. In this way, Marie was able to hear all the sounds of the spanking either with or without, depending on the circumstances, being able to view the spanking as well.
Although Marie loved seeing the boys bared and spanked, she was more than delighted to watch and hear fifteen-year-old Alicia having her panties lowered for a sound spanking with the back of a brush. The girl had a lovely figure and a very sensitive bottom so that she made a considerable fuss before, during, and after the spankings.
Marie so loved the sounds of spanking that she bought a small tape recorder and had Alice tape spankings of all three children.
Often when she was alone in the house, Alice would strip, fondle her body, and listen to one or more of the tapes. When highly aroused, she would achieve orgasm by means of digital masturbation.
More than two years after the beginning of their lesbian affair, Marie's husband caught them in an act of cunnilingus. The shock of exposure as a lesbian and the accompanying shame caused severe damage to Marie's mind, so that psychiatric treatment was required.
While Marie was hospitalized, her husband visited Alice and established certain terms under which he would agree not to spread the word that Alice was a lesbian. The price involved her submitting to both spanking and sexual intercourse.
Being spanked by a man proved thrilling, but not more so than their act of sexual intercourse. They met frequently after that, and when Marie returned home, a menage a trois was established, which went on until Marie's death in an accident, at which time Alice and the man were married.
A strange tale indeed, and yet a true one.
CASE HISTORY TWELVE
The masseuse is frequently sought out by both men and women who crave to be spanked or otherwise beaten. This, in view of the service she provides, is hardly surprising.
This is not to imply that every masseuse, or even a majority of them, become involved in sexual activity with their clients.
Interviewing many of them, I found out that in every case, the masseuse had been approached by a number of clients or would-be clients who wanted to be beaten.
Usually, the male applicant wants the spanking to be followed by a "hand polish" (masturbation), but others want sexual intercourse or fellatio. A few offer the masseuse cunnilingus.
Some want the masseuse clothed in her white frock, others want her in panties and bra, and still others ask that she strip naked.
In many cases, the client wants an over-the-lap, bare-bottom spanking, while a great many wish to be placed face down on the massage table and beaten with a belt, strap, or cane. A few ask for beatings with whips or riding crops.
Although many of the women I interviewed would answer a few questions only, one, a woman we shall call Greta, was pleased to tell all.
In this case history then, I shall tell Greta's story as she told it to me. I can do this so accurately because she permitted me to tape record our conversation.
Q. What percentage of persons in your profession would you say provide spanking services to clients?
A. It's hard to say. I warn you this is only a wild guess, but if you want to pin me down, I'd say about one out of five. Twenty percent. I could be a mile off though.
When I saw that Greta was not going to be comfortable with the interview approach of question and answer, I suggested that she just tell me her story from the start and that I would only ask the odd question when I wanted elaboration on a specific point.
Here, then, is her story. For the sake of simplicity, I do not use quotation marks.
When I was in my teens, my mother had a friend who was a masseuse. She seemed to make a good living and enjoyed her work. I had no particular plans for a career, but being a masseuse struck me as a good idea. At my age, the idea of rubbing bare-naked men all over seemed exciting. Getting paid for it was adding frosting to the cake, as I saw it.
When I finished high school, I had a long talk with this masseuse and told her I wanted to be a masseuse. It was then she told me that there are two types of massage parlors, the straight and the fancy.
I asked her to explain and she gave me the full story without pulling any punches. I guess it would be accurate to say I got hot pants when she told me about the different services men and women clients want in the fancy parlors as opposed to straight ones. The biggest jolt I got was when she told me that there was three or four times as much money to be made in a fancy establishment.
She knew what I was wondering and told me that hers was a fancy parlor. She was the owner of it and had two women working for her. Business was so good that she had room for yet another masseuse, and I could have the job if I wanted it as soon as I graduated.
I enrolled as a trainee as soon as I could, and I guess I was the best student in the class; maybe I set an all-time record because I was so anxious to learn the profession and start working.
I was still a virgin then, but I decided that would never do. I accepted an invitation from one of the guys in the class to go to his apartment for a little homework. We massaged each other, then he relieved me of my cherry. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either.
Through the remainder of the course, I laid it out for him from time to time, and by the time I was finished, I knew all about the sex games including fellatio. Thanks to my friend the masseuse, I also passed with honors in pussy-eating and found it enjoyable. Enjoyable, hell; I really dug it.
The day I got my diploma and license, I went to work for my friend. I don't want to sound hammy, but right from the start I was the most sought-after masseuse in the place.
(I interrupt here to point out that Greta was a stunning blonde Nordic beauty. When I met her, she was twenty-three, five-foot-ten, and weighed about 140 pounds. I have seen very few women with as beautiful a figure and face.) Tell me about your first client? I asked.
It was a guy, a businessman of maybe thirty-five or forty. He wanted me to give him an over-the-lap spanking; I was to wear bra and panties.
I wasn't even a little bit nervous as I took my frock off and let him look me over. All of us in the parlor wear black bra and panties, garter belt, and sheer nylons under our frock or smock or whatever you want to call it. It's really a smock.
Anyway, the guy flipped. His thing was standing right up and I was afraid he was going to splash me right then and there. I let him feel me up for a few minutes, then asked him if he wanted a massage first, but he was too anxious.
I sat on an armless chair and took him over my lap. He wanted me to play mommy and to pretend that I caught him playing with himself and was spanking him for doing it. My friend had prepared me for that, so I knew just what to do.
I patted and felt his butt while I scolded him and used plenty of the right words; then I began to spank him. I really laid it on and he had the reddest and hottest ass in town by the time I finished. He was crying like a baby long before I stopped spanking.
When he got off my lap, I made him get up on the table on his back. Holding a towel in my left hand to catch his juice, I jerked him off very slowly with my right hand. Man, did he blow off; you'd have thought he was a sperm whale the way he shot off.
There was no doubt that he liked the way I operated, since he tucked a five-dollar tip in the back of my panties before he left and gave my ass a couple of nice wet kisses.
I'll just tell you different experiences as they pop into my mind. I guess that's the best way.
We don't get that many women clients, but I got my first one just a couple of days later. She was a rich-looking broad in her late forties, I guess. She wanted me to strip right off and beat her with a strap.
I still remember how she flipped when she saw me after I took my bra and panties off. She dropped to her knees and buried her face in my pussy bush. I could hear and feel her inhaling deeply while she rubbed my bum and mumbled about how she was going to go down on me after I burned her fanny with a strap.
While she was undressing, I took my time about picking out the right strap from the instrument cabinet. Because she had said she really wanted me to lay it on, I took out a gag as well. It's all right for clients to cry and fuss during a beating, but screaming is out since it could scare off other clients, especially beginners.
As I turned around to look at her, she was tugging a girdle down. I could guess how it was going to feel when she tugged it back up after a sound strapping. A girdle compresses the buttocks, and right after a severe beating, it just about doubles the sting.
While she went to work at the girdle, her big boobs were flopping around. When the girdle did come down, my attention switched to her behind. She really had a big, smooth, white one. I knew then why she wanted me to give it to her with a strap. A hand-spanking would have been a waste of time on cheeks that big.
When she was bare, I told her to sit on the chair while I gagged her. I could see her trembling with excitement. A lot of clients get extra kicks out of being gagged or bound before a beating.
On an impulse, I picked up the panties I had taken off. I opened my legs wide and rubbed them right inside my pussy and watched her trembling increase. When I felt they had been flavored enough, I ordered her to open her mouth wide. After I had stuffed the nylon ball into her mouth, I wrapped the gag around her face and tied it tight.
Jerking at her arm, I ordered her to stand. When she did, I slapped one fat bum cheek with my open hand and told her to get up on the table, bum up, for the strapping of her life.
While she was clambering onto the table, I gave her ass a few more smacks with my open palm. I really made those big cheeks jiggle, and I saw the beginning of tears in her eyes. As I picked up my strap, I knew there would be a lot of tears in just a little while.
Knowing what she wanted, I insulted and abused her while I told her how severely I was going to lay the strap across her fat behind. I used all the four letter words in the book while I was at it. It made her so excited that her behind was bouncing up and down on the table as if it could already feel the strap. As for me, I was really wound up tight. She was in for a real strapping, and we both knew it.
Checking her card again, I noticed that she wanted her ass massaged with olive oil before the beating. While I did it, she kept squirming, as hot as a two-dollar pistol as she waited for her beating.
When I finished the massage, I pressed my left hand down on her bare back and gave her a couple dozen brisk hand spanks over both cheeks. Her card didn't say anything about that; it was my own idea to color her behind pink and warm it up for the strapping. I could see that she liked it, so I put plenty of zing into each spank.
I picked up the strap then and brushed the cool leather all over her behind, back, and thighs as I kept telling her what a beating she was going to get.
Raising the arm with the strap in it, I drove her out of her head by just holding it up, letting her wait. When she raised her fat ass up nice and high, I let her have it.
That strap seemed to bury itself in her soft, puffy ass. It made a lovely sound and drew a bright red line across her buttocks.
I don't remember how many strokes of the strap I gave her, but she took plenty. When I finished, her ass looked like raw beef, but I could tell that it felt very well cooked.
Without giving her very much time to recover, I took the gag off and pulled my panties out of her mouth. She was moaning and sobbing, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was in ecstasy.
There was only one thing remaining, so I helped her off the table, got up on it in a hurry, opened my legs wide, and told her to go down on me. She gave me a real eating with a rough tongue up my slit. It didn't take me long to go off.
After she had finished me, she wiped the back of her hand across her face, then leaned against the table with her legs apart and diddled herself. She jiggled and twitched all over when she came.
Another woman comes here regularly once a month with her husband. While she watches, I make him kneel up on the table and pull down his pants and shorts before lying down.
Then, while I strap him and he cries like a baby, she calls him every foul name she can think of. I stop beating him when she tells me to; then we help him off the table.
With his pants around his ankles, he stands rubbing his hot butt while the woman jerks him off into a towel. He's always ready for it, since he never gets off the table without showing a stiff rod.
Most of my clients are guys, though, and they all seem to want something different, the sort of thing they don't get at home because they don't want their wives to know about the kinks they have.
They range from the guy who just wants to look at me in the nude or in bra and panties, and may or may not beat his meat, to the type who, after taking a good beating, hops into a shower and sits between my legs for a hot shower from me. One guy drinks it, two others are satisfied with just being showered with it.
Another guy, a widower, keeps track of all the things his three kids do wrong. When he has enough of a list, he calls me and I go to his house.
While he watches through a hole in the door, I take them over my lap for bare-bottom spankings with my hand or a hair brush. He tells me what to use and how many spanks to give them.
When I finish spanking them, I go to his bedroom with him and stand with my back to him, skirt up, panties down. He plays with my bum for awhile, then jerks off all over it. After that, he wipes me off with a towel, pays me a very fat fee, and I go home.
I'm making more money than I know what to do with, but I'll make a lot more yet. My friend, the owner of the parlor, wants to retire and travel. We have a deal going whereby I am now paying her so much a month until the end of five years. After that, seventy percent of the business is mine until she dies; then I get the whole boodle.
I suppose I could write a whole book on her experiences, but in a work of this nature, one must endeavor to provide at least a measure of balance. Perhaps I shall include more of her experiences in a later book.
CASE HISTORY THIRTEEN
Self-flagellation, which we deal with in this case history, may be somewhat unusual, but it is far from rare.
In earlier ages, it was frequently done as an act of religious faith. Saint Paul made references to beating his flesh with rods to drive away thoughts of the flesh.
Nuns and monks would frequently whip each other to achieve the same purpose or to emulate the suffering of Jesus.
We shall never know, of course, to what extent the practice stimulated these religious persons sexually as they exposed their bodies to beatings.
However, since this work is intended to be contemporary rather than historical, we look at the details of a much more recent case, that of a man we shall call Ted.
Ted became interested in spanking at the age of eleven or twelve when he looked through a window and watched a woman spanking her daughter who was then twelve or thirteen.
It was his first sight of a female body, and he saw a lot of the girl since her mother had removed the girl's nightie and was spanking her in the nude. The woman was in her corset and that added to the boy's excitement, since he was able to see the upper slopes of her breasts as well as a generous view of cleavage.
He saw the woman's thighs as well, which produced a still greater arousal in him. Most of all, though, it was the act of spanking, the sights and sounds, that thrilled and excited him.
After the spanking, the woman walked from the room and he watched as the girl examined her outraged rear in a hand mirror, then applied cold cream to her red cheeks.
While she was doing it, the boy took out his penis and masturbated to ejaculation.
From then on, Ted kept a close watch on that particular house. A few times, he was fortunate enough to see the girl being spanked. Although he liked seeing her in the nude, he found it even more exciting when the woman raised the girl's skirts, lowered her panties, and spanked her that way.
Once, he saw the woman lowering the pants and underwear of the girl's eleven-year-old brother and spanking him. For the first time then, as he watched the crying and kicking of this boy who was his friend, Ted felt a strong desire to be spanked.
One afternoon when they were alone in Ted's house, Ted brought the conversation around to spanking and how it felt to be spanked. Ted tried to talk his friend into allowing him to give him a bare-bottom spanking, but his friend was not willing. With some reluctance, he agreed to take Ted over his lap and give him a spanking on the bare bottom. Ted still recalls how nervous he was when he lowered his clothing to go over the other boy's lap.
Although the spanking stung, he thrilled at each smack and urged his friend to go on when he would have stopped. After the spanking had been completed, Ted left his pants at his feet and caressed his buttocks with both hands, thrilling at the heat and the delightful tingle which seemed to transmit itself from his nether cheeks to his hands.
His penis was fully erect, and while his friend watched in amazement, he masturbated and ejaculated strongly.
After that, his friend made a point of not being alone with him and, before long, they stopped playing together entirely.
Unable to find anyone with whom to share his interest in spanking, Ted soon discovered that he could spank himself and that it was better than not being spanked at all.
When he was alone in the house, he would go to his bedroom, strip naked, and play with his penis while he recalled one of the spankings he had viewed.
In his fantasy, he became the girl in the next house. Her mother was baring his bottom for a spanking and scolding him for his bad conduct.
Standing with his back to the mirror, he would be the stern mother and the crying daughter at the same time as he spanked himself hard enough to produce a satisfying sting.
From time to time, he would pause to admire the redness of his buttocks, then go on spanking. With practice, he soon became able to spank himself until his buttocks were bruised; yet it was still intensely exciting. The spanking and fantasy always terminated with masturbation; usually he masturbated with his left hand while continuing to spank with his right.
During the following years, his desire for spankings grew, and along with that desire came intense feelings of shame and guilt. He was not normal like other boys, he told himself, so he avoided others and became a loner.
On graduation from high school, he found the perfect job for his purposes-night watchman in a small department store.
Each night, after the cleaners had left, he would hurry to the lingerie department where he would strip naked. Then, with all the privacy in the world, he would select panties, garter belt, nylons, and a slip.
Dressed that way, he would walk to another department where he would borrow a smooth, wooden-back hair brush. As a preliminary to his night of lonely lust, he would go to a three-sided fitting mirror in the men's tailoring department and, as he watched the various reflections, he would bend with his slip thrown over his back, his panties lowered, and give himself the first spanking of the night.
His bottom glowing warmly then, he would adjust his clothes and go on his first round of clock punching. It required only a few minutes and left him free to play for another hour before his next tour.
Before beginning his second session of a normal night, Ted would go to his locker and pick up his prized collection of pictures and illustrated books devoted to bare-bottom spanking of women and children.
Taking them to the fitting mirrors, he would kneel so he could fondle his penis and buttocks through his panties and stroke his nylon-sheathed legs as he looked over the pictures and read one of the spanking stories.
Once in a while, he would lose control during this stage and ejaculate. This would spoil his night, so he fought to avoid allowing it to happen.
After reading the spanking story, it was time for another round of self-spanking as he played the dual role of spanker and spankee.
In the voice of a man or woman, whichever was appropriate to the particular story, he would scold the female, girl, or woman about to be spanked.
The scolding was frequently interrupted by pathetic, sobbing pleas not to be spanked, but the pleas were never heeded as the other voice detailed the position to be assumed for the spanking, the number of spanks to be administered, the severity of the spanks, and various comments on the color and sting that would be achieved by the buttocks.
By the time the spanking began, Ted was already sobbing and there were real tears in his eyes as fantasy hands drew his nylon panties down almost to the expanded tops of his sheer, clinging nylons.
The usual posture for a spanking was standing, feet apart, body bent slightly from the waist.
Sobbing, crying, begging, and scolding alternately, he then applied a series of brisk, stinging spanks to the right cheek. While the spanker scolded again, the brush was transferred to his left hand to apply the spanks to the left buttock until it was as hot and red as the other.
After that, there would be a pause while he pulled up his panties and studied the pictures again. The pause was always followed by another sound spanking with Ted playing two roles again and receiving a painful spanking.
For his next round of duty, Ted would don a long shirt and go to punch the clocks. When he was away from windows through which he could be seen, he would pull his shirt up over his waist and thrill at the sight of his reflection in mirrors throughout the store.
From time to time, he would pause in front of a mirror and give himself a couple of additional spanks.
By the time he returned to his pictures and books, there was still that warm glow and the exciting tingle in his rear as he pulled his panties down to admire the redness and feel the heat that had been spanked into it.
Ted would follow the same pattern until after the three or four o'clock round of checks. By then, his condition had become too painful from the strain of frequent erection over an extended period of time.
It was time for the finale then, the last big spanking of the night. He would revert to the dual role, pull his panties down, begin slapping with the hair brush, and, in ultimate arousal, he would begin the final spanking of the night.
The spanking would be the night's longest and hardest and, at the crucial moment, he would drop the brush and direct his ejaculation onto a picture he had torn from a girlie magazine for the purpose.
When the final drop had been squeezed from his spent penis, he would lower himself over the picture and spread his semen all over the figure of the naked or semi-naked woman.
At other times, instead of masturbating with his panties lowered, he would leave them on and rub himself through the nylon until he ejaculated in them.
For more than a year, Ted followed this routine, working seven nights a week. In his apartment and in his locker, the young man kept a generous supply of lingerie. He did not try to find a spanking companion, since by then it was enough for him to have his fantasies, self-spanking, and masturbation.
That all changed one night when one of the cleaning women, a woman in her late forties, decided to have a nap in one of the washrooms. She slept soundly, and when she woke, she realized that she had been locked into the store.
At first, she felt panic; then she decided to find the night watchman in the hope that he would let her out of the store without reporting her.
The sound of spanking led her to Ted. She walked quietly, then halted, fascinated at the sight of the young man in lowered panties, garter belt, and nylons, spanking himself and crying like a girl.
She would have sneaked away, terrified at the thought of being locked in the store with an insane man, but Ted caught a glimpse of her in the mirror.
She tried to run as he turned and called to her, but Ted raced after her and caught her by the arm. Over her protests, he dragged her back to his spanking place and told her she was to watch him spank himself.
Fearing for her life, the woman decided it would be wiser to humor him. When he told her to, she removed her dress and, her heart pounding, stood in bra and girdle to watch the young man spanking himself.
After he had completed his self-spanking, Ted pulled his panties up and walked to the woman. At once, he began to rub her buttocks through her girdle and tell her what a nice big posterior she had. In a little while, while the woman wept and begged him not to hurt her, he was stripping the girdle all the way down to her knees to view and fondle her big buttocks.
It was not long before he was overcome by a compulsion to take her over his lap and spank her bare bottom. Despite her fears, the woman did not resist for fear of so angering him that he would kill her.
Arranging his pictures on the floor so that they would be directly below her face when she went over his lap, Ted drew her into position; then, taking a firm grip on her, he began spanking the big, soft cheeks as he scolded her as if she were a naughty little girl being spanked by her mummy.
He administered a long and painful spanking so that the woman had been crying for a long time before he finally allowed her to get up off his lap and told her to pull up her girdle.
It is interesting to note at this point that he showed no interest at all in seeing the woman's vulva or probing the mystery of her vagina, even though he had never really seen this portion of the female anatomy.
When she had painfully tugged her girdle over her hot bottom, he gave her the brush and told her to take him over her lap and scold him while she spanked him as hard as she could. On second thought, he took the brush away from her and told her to spank him with her hand, as it would be more exciting that way.
Not daring to refuse him anything, the woman sat on the chair he had vacated and helped him clamber onto her lap for his spanking. At first, she did not spank hard enough, but when he told her so, she increased the severity of the slaps on his bare behind.
Each time she stopped, fearing that he had taken too much, he would scream at her to keep going. Terrified by the dangers of both extremes, the woman went on spanking until he threw himself off her lap, unable to take more.
Hurriedly getting to his feet, Ted stood with his legs wide apart and began masturbating. Tears ran down his face, but his eyes shone with a demoniac glow as his right hand moved back and forth slowly and warmly over his stiff, throbbing penis.
He stood close to the woman, staring at her girdle as he brought himself to the very edge of ejaculation; then, with a series of groans, he ejaculated, his semen shooting all over her girdle and thighs as she froze where she was, unable to avoid the spurting fluid.
To her surprise and relief, Ted then told her to get dressed and that he would let her out of the building if she promised not to tell what had happened.
Minutes later, she found a policeman on the street and reported what had happened to her. She laid a complaint at the nearest station, where without being asked, she pulled her dress up to show the partially dried semen which offered confirmation of her strange story.
Ted was arrested and convicted, but instead of sending him to jail, the judge ordered psychiatric treatment for him.
He is still undergoing treatment. At this stage, Ted's prognosis is uncertain. He spent many years developing his anti-social traits, and it is not logical that they can be reversed in days or weeks or even months.
CASE HISTORY FOURTEEN
From the earliest days of American history, the itinerant preacher who walked the land spreading his version of the gospel has been a part of the fabric of our society.
Frequently, the preacher acts out of what he considers to be divine inspiration, but there have been many cases of men using the Bible as an entree to the cash box or the boudoir. Such things have happened, do happen, and will happen. Like death and taxes, they go on forever.
While pretending to pray, they prey on human gullibility, and there is no indication that they will ever run out of victims who will willingly give of money or flesh in the hope of achieving heaven.
I shall leave the theology of this to others and present, instead, the story of one such person who came, Bible in hand, into a rural community intent on finding sexual pleasures under the guise of the cloth and the Bible.
He called himself Isaac. He was a tall, craggy man in his late thirties or early forties. His most outstanding features were a loud, passionate tone of voice and bright, piercing eyes which could grip the attention of an entire room when he became aroused discussing sin and hell. The sin he lectured on most frequently was the sin of lust.
So evil and exciting did he make the sin sound, that it was not long before he was packing the building he used as his church. The villagers were sure that he had been sent to them by God and that they were most fortunate indeed to have been chosen to have the Bible read and interpreted to them by Isaac.
In the beginning, Isaac spoke of the terrible punishment of hell, but as he won them over completely, he began to make it known that even sinners could avoid the punishment of the evil flesh during life.
In addition to being a very perceptive con man, Isaac was also a patient man. He spent months developing his image with the people of the village and convincing them that, since they were all sinners, the only way they could avoid the fire and brimstone of hell was to accept punishment here on earth.
One by one, his congregation came to him to ask whether husbands and wives should spank each other.
In each case, Isaac told them that he had asked the Lord for ruling, but that it had not yet been received, so they should wait.
The word spread quickly and the flock waited for the word of the Lord. (The word flock reminds us of sheep, and we can note that while in many societies, such animals as the fox, tiger, lion and bull are used to indicate cunning and strength, many religions of true devotion are more like lambs. To each his own.) Then, one Sunday morning during a crowded prayer service, Isaac stopped reading from the Bible, dropped the book, and cast his eyes toward the ceiling. While the hall buzzed with activity, he kept his eyes glued to a point on the ceiling, appearing to listen intently and saying in a loud, clear tone from time to time, "Yes, Lord, I hear you."
After a few minutes of this, he put his hands over his face and trembled for more than a minute before moving his hands away and seeming to make a great effort to compose himself so that he could speak to the congregation about what he had seen and heard. His voice ringing with passion, Isaac then described how God had appeared to him and told him in detail what he was to do about saving his beloved people through earthly punishment of the evil flesh.
The Lord, he told them, had deprived him, for the time being, of the power to save the souls of the men of the area. Instead, he was empowered to save the women and children first, and to apply later for approval to save the men.
He went on then to describe the method he had been told to employ. Each day, a person or family would be told to visit him in the church. In the night, he went on to explain, the Lord would tell him whom he was to save the following day.
There was a lengthy admonition about the importance of obedience without question. When he was sure that his congregation had swallowed the message, he announced that the Lord had given him the name of the first family group he was to save. The chosen ones turned out to be a very attractive widow in her late twenties who had daughters aged eleven and thirteen. They were, he informed them, to return to the church at two o'clock that afternoon.
The entire village was agog at the sudden offer of salvation for all except the men. They did not find it difficult to understand that the men were not included. As the parson had told them, men were greater sinners in the matter of carnal evils and would therefore have to wait until the Lord made up his mind.
At the appointed time, the comely widow and her two daughters arrived at the church. They were all well-scrubbed, dressed in their Sunday clothes, and very nervous indeed.
Ushering the three females into the church, Isaac led them into his private quarters which were sparsely furnished but clean, since the women of the village came often to look after his bare apartment.
For a little while, Isaac talked to them about evil and hell and punishment. He caused them to shudder with his vivid descriptions of the tortures of hell, complete with flames, pitchforks, and all the trimmings, until he was sure he had them properly terrified.
Then, after telling them briefly that he was going to spank all three of them and thereby save their souls, he ordered the younger girl to strip naked before coming to lie across his lap for her spanking.
As her mother urged the girl into action, she tremblingly removed all of her clothes and went to the man who stood by the couch that served as his humble bed. At his command, she lay on the couch on her back for what he termed the examination for purity.
Bending and parting her legs, he first peered into her crotch, then asked detailed questions as to whether or not she touched herself there or permitted boys or other girls to do so.
After an extended examination which included probing the girl's vagina, Isaac pronounced her fit for salvation and took her over his lap for a spanking. He did not spank with any appreciable force, but it was still enough to make the child cry and kick her legs while his hand turned her sensitive little buttocks a warm shade of pink.
The older girl was next and the man put her through a similar examination, after which he took her onto his lap and administered a slightly more severe spanking than had been given to her younger sister. The pink of her chubby young bottom was closer to red, and she was crying lustily when he helped her off his lap and patted her behind while he held her around the waist. Then he told her and her sister to go into the church and pray, still nude, while he gave their mother her examination and spanking.
Alone in the room with the woman, Isaac told her that she too was to strip naked so that he could save her as he had her daughters.
While he admired her nude form, Isaac informed her that more power would be needed to emanate from his body in order to save her. In order to achieve this power, he explained, he too would have to be nude so that power could pour out through the pores of his skin.
Hurriedly, he stripped naked and stood before the woman, his penis fully erect, the foreskin drawn back to reveal the full, swollen head.
When the widow commented on it and asked whether it was a sin of the flesh for him to be in that state, he scolded her for having dared to say such a thing about the personal messenger of the Lord; he went on to tell her that it was the Lord, not she, who had brought him to that state, and that he would show her later why it was necessary that he have an erection in order to save her body and soul from the fires of hell.
The woman got onto the couch then, and his examination of her included her breasts and buttocks as well as her vulva and, after a little while, the depths of her vagina, which he was quick to arouse with his fingers.
When she denied that any man or woman had ever kissed and licked her there, he told her that he would have to do a test. Positioning her on the couch, he knelt close to it on the floor and, fondling her thighs and firm buttocks, examined her in such a way that he brought her to orgasm by means of cunnilingus.
After he had achieved that, the phony parson took the nude woman over his lap and, while he spoke in passionate tones of various sins of the flesh, administered a severe spanking which caused her to cry loudly and writhe across his naked thighs.
Finishing the spanking then, he sat with his legs wide apart and had her kneel between them for a further lecture. During the course of the lengthy talk, he fondled her lush, firm breasts with both hands and forced her to admit that she became excited by the rubbing and stroking of her breasts.
Telling her that the many sins she had committed in the past called for an infusion of special grace, he promised her that he would give her all the grace she needed, but that she would have to attain it by performing fellatio on him and bringing him to ejaculation so that the graces would flow down her throat and spread through her entire body.
Aroused as she was, and having enjoyed performing fellatio in the past, the woman was eager as he guided his penis into her mouth; she very quickly brought about a generous emission of semen which she swallowed completely.
His passion spent, the parson sent the woman to bring her daughters back into the room where he informed them that if they spoke to even one person about the method of their salvation, they would die immediately and begin burning in the fires of hell.
After watching the three females dress, he sent them away, telling them that he had to report their punishment to the Lord.
The following day, he summoned a woman in her early forties along with her two daughters, aged seventeen and sixteen, and sons, aged fourteen and twelve. This time, he wore a robe which he removed when they entered his apartment to show his complete nudity and erect penis. At his command, all five stripped naked while he looked from one to the other, his penis throbbing with wild arousal.
After a lengthy and passionate lecture, he took the younger boy over his lap, spanked him soundly, then told him to lie on his back on the couch. Taking the little penis into his mouth, he brought the boy to climax and drained him thoroughly.
The other boy was then called to the couch and the same treatment was administered, including fellatio to ejaculation.
The daughters then took their turns going over his lap for their spankings which caused both to cry loudly and do considerable kicking, closely observed by their fellated brothers.
At the conclusion of each spanking, each girl was told to lie on the couch while Isaac brought her to climax with cunnilingus.
The children taken care of for the time being, the man then ordered the mother to lie on the couch and open her legs wide while he used her to illustrate a lesson to the children about sins of the flesh.
It was a most elaborate lesson which included mouthing of the woman's breasts to arouse the nipples, fingering of her vagina and anus, coitus interruptus, anal intercourse which also stopped short of ejaculation, and a brief session of fellatio.
He then took the woman over his lap for a spanking. He spanked long and hard, then called each of her children over to give her two spanks on each nether cheek.
Since he had not permitted himself to ejaculate during the entire session, Isaac was more than ready for sexual intercourse. It was then merely a matter of choice.
He told the boys to stand at either end of the couch, while he had the three women stand bending over with their hands on the couch. He stood admiring them, having already ascertained that none of them were virgins, and experienced difficulty deciding which one he would reward with a free trip to heaven with his throbbing penis as the vehicle of entry.
Deciding to try them all, he moved up close to the arched, brightly colored buttocks of the mother and, inserting his hard penis into her vagina, gave her a few strokes before withdrawing it to move to one of the daughters.
The first girl felt tense as he inserted his penis into her vagina and gave a few strokes. Sensing that she was not the one he wanted, he withdrew his well-lubricated penis and went to the younger daughter.
Even before inserting his penis, he saw and felt her firm young bottom move back to meet him and decided that she would be the one to share sexual intercourse with him.
He fed his penis to her slowly as he told her in an urgent whisper that she had been selected as the one who was to receive positive salvation and a seat high in the upper reaches of heaven.
When he had fed her a full six inches of his own private brand of salvation, he gripped her tightly with both hands and told her to pray while he saved her from hell.
In a sense, he was closer to the truth than usual, as he stroked strongly and sighed at the delightful manner in which she timed the backward movement of her body to meet each long, strong stroke of his thrusting penis.
Isaac held back his ejaculation as long as possible, but when he felt and heard his lovely young partner reaching what was to be her second climax of the day, he pulled her tightly against him and, while she squirmed in ecstasy, he ejaculated strongly with his belly rubbing and pressing against buttocks still warm from the earlier spanking.
After issuing the warning about what would happen if any of them mentioned a word to others, he watched as they put on their clothes and prepared to take their leave.
Over the next few weeks, Isaac enjoyed a continuing orgy of cunnilingus, fellatio, sexual intercourse, and spanking. A few times, he would recall an individual or a family group to submit to a second salvation, and his demands were met fully, without question or protest. But nothing lasts forever, not even the religious dominance of the self-proclaimed soul-saver. Despite all of his warnings on the importance of secrecy, word began to spread around the village.
Men and women compared notes and decided that Isaac had made a fool of them while seducing women and children alike for his own sexual gratification.
The men visited Isaac that night. In the morning, his body was found hanging from the branch of a tree in the woods behind the village. A cursory examination was enough to reveal that he had been severely whipped prior to being hanged, and that his sexual organs had been removed in a most painful manner.
A strange and an ugly story, you may say, but a true one, and one that has been acted out, with variations, in many countries of the world over the years; and it will, you may be confident, recur into the age of enlightenment and advancement of the human race.
CASE HISTORY FIFTEEN
Linda lost her chance of a normal life while still a child, an only child of older parents who smothered her with affection and, when she was naughty, warmed her bottom with spankings.
Because they were wealthy, they could afford to engage tutors who came to their home to educate their daughter so that she would not be exposed to what they considered the damaging influence of other children she would meet in school. Because there was never any possibility that it could be otherwise, Linda reached the age of twenty-one with a classical education, fluency in four languages, and the emotions of a child.
Her mother died that year, but it caused little if any change in her life since her father continued the same routine in dealing with his daughter.
Each evening, before he tucked her into bed, he would call Linda into his study for a review of her conduct over the course of the day. Always, there would be some reason to justify her being spanked.
Without even thinking of questioning or protesting, the beautiful young woman would strip naked and go over her father's lap, naked, to be spanked.
Despite the many spankings she had received since childhood, she still cried copiously during the spankings; then, after her father had massaged her stinging buttocks, she kissed him good night and walked hand in hand with him to the bathroom where he supervised her performance of various bodily functions, then took her to bed and tucked her in for the night.
For five more years, Linda went along with this pattern of life, not knowing really that there was any other way of living. True, she read many books, but her father was always able to convince her that works of fiction bore no reality to actual life.
Linda, at twenty-six, was still in that state of intellectual arrest when her father died. Actually, she was lying over his lap being spanked when a heart seizure killed him.
During her conversation with the doctor she called when she knew her father was dead, Linda began to learn how what she had been told was a perfectly normal life was anything but normal.
Taking pity on the girl, the doctor saw her often from then on and did his best to teach her what normal life was really like. He was amazed at the rapidity with which she learned and her thirst for knowledge, not of classical music and literature, but of life as ordinary persons live it.
No longer a prisoner in her own home, Linda threw herself into her new life and reveled in the intoxicating freedom she found.
She went to movies for the first time, discovered libraries and a type of literature from which her parents had protected her throughout her life, and generally saw the world around her for the first time. In effect, she was a baby with the body of a beautiful woman.
More and more, she became aware that the one thing that had been hidden from her throughout her life was sex. Her body told her about the lack, but her mind was not able to comprehend it.
The conflict was there and all that was required was something to trigger the explosion of all the pent-up emotional demands of her body.
She found that she was able to discuss this with the doctor without difficulty. She told of how she missed the spankings she had received from her father, spankings that were usually administered after she had stripped naked for the trip over the paternal lap.
He told her that while the majority of persons felt a different way about being spanked, there were many others who found it enjoyable. When she asked him to give her a spanking, the doctor explained why the code of his profession would not permit him to do that with a patient.
The two talked for a while longer, during which conversation the doctor gave her a list of books she could read to broaden her sexual knowledge and provide her with a proper understanding of the functions of her own body.
After another little while, Linda excused herself and left the room. Hurrying into the next room, her late father's library, she quickly stripped naked, then called the doctor.
One can well imagine the surprise of the man as he went into the room and was faced by the beautiful, naked woman who looked back over her shoulder and repeated her request that he take her over his lap and spank her.
True, the doctor had his professional code of ethics to guide him, but mere words on paper are little defense against warm silken skin on the lushly curved body of a beautiful young woman.
For a moment he fought for control in an effort to find the will to resist. She turned and walked toward him then, and the fight was over.
He stared in awe at the long, well-shaped legs, the full, firm thighs, the rounded tummy, and a pair of well-tipped breasts that were as beautiful as any he had ever seen.
Taking him to the chair where she had so often been spanked by her parents, she seated him; then, with an ease that came from constant repetition, she draped her lovely body across his thighs so that her beautifully rounded buttocks arched just to his right.
Holding her smooth back with his left hand, the doctor raised his right as if to spank, but brought it down lightly to caress first one lush cheek, then the other, as his pulses pounded wildly.
And then he did begin to spank, lightly at first, then with growing severity as his excitement mounted. Before long, Linda was sighing and sobbing, but writhing over his lap with a passion that he could not fail to recognize. He saw then how much pleasure she attained from being spanked.
As a result of his sexual arousal, Linda received many more stinging spanks than would have been the case otherwise. At the outset, he had intended to administer a light, playful spanking, but arousal changed all that so that when he forced himself to stop, her buttocks glowed very brightly and felt hot as he massaged them.
"Ooh, that's good," she said between sobs. "Daddy al ways did that before and after spanking me. Please keep on rubbing like that."
The doctor had wondered at a twenty-six-year-old woman being spanked almost daily by her father, but what she told him about the man's fondling the buttocks of his mature daughter cleared up any doubts that may have been in his mind.
While he continued to fondle her tingling buttocks, he asked as delicately as he could, what else her father did after spanking her. What he was looking for was a signal that there had been sexual intercourse between father and daughter.
"Oh, he never did anything else. After I got off his lap, he would go straight to the bathroom and that was all that happened. I would go to bed and lie feeling my nice warm bum."
It was not difficult to understand why the man went to the bathroom. The doctor knew how her father must have felt after spanking and fondling the buttocks of the beautiful woman; in fact, he saw masturbation as the only way he would make himself resist the urge to take her to a bed and remove her virginity! Terrified at the thought, he excused himself and went to the bathroom where he masturbated only briefly before he achieved ejaculation.
Before leaving the bathroom, he promised himself that he would not visit the young woman's house again and that, in future, she would have to visit his office to talk to him.
Linda bought the books her doctor had recommended and bought others as well. Because she was so unschooled in the ways of day-to-day life, she felt no qualms about walking into the specialty bookstores.
There she found books that were more sexual than medical. When she discovered a section of the store devoted to pictures and illustrated books on the subject of spanking, she came away with her arms loaded.
Before she was many steps away from the store, she had picked up a companion, a man who had smiled at her in the store and who had seemed thrilled at her warm smile in return.
He carried the heavy packages for her and offered to drive her wherever she was going. Each question he asked during the drive to her house thrilled him more. He had to pinch himself to prove he was not just dreaming that the stunning beauty lived alone, that there were no maids in the house, and that she loved being spanked on the bare bottom.
Although Linda couldn't know it at the time, the man's sexual plight was little better than hers. Two years younger than she, fear of rejection kept him from finding a sexual partner of his own. What sexual intercourse he had experienced had been with prostitutes.
He lived in a fantasy world where erotic literature provided not only sexual arousal, but completion and contentment through masturbation, so that he never felt any urge to harm women through anti-social acts of violence. (This is a role of erotica too often ignored by those who seek to ban books dealing with sexual acts. The truth is the very reverse of their argument.) In the house, they went directly into the library. As Linda unwrapped her packages, the man took time to look her over again and again, still unable to believe his great good fortune.
And when they were sitting on a couch together, leafing through illustrated books on spanking, he told her of his collection of photographs portraying various sexual acts and promised to bring them the following evening.
With the simplicity of a child, she asked him if he would like her to take her clothes off and go over his lap for a spanking. While he stammered and blinked in amazement, Linda stood and calmly stripped naked before him.
His hands on her hips, the trembling man kept turning her around and staring until, at last, he fell on his knees; with his hands pulling her to him, he covered her lovely buttocks with wet, passionate kisses, and even drew the silken cheeks apart to stare at, then tongue, her pink anus.
After that, he fondled the rest of her body, including her warm vulva as she opened her legs wide to help him. As good as it all felt, though, her prime erogenous zone was in the region of her buttocks and she kept drawing his hands and his mouth back to them.
When she told him she had never seen another person, male or female, in the nude, he hurriedly stripped. She was excited at the sight of his rampant penis and the hairy appendages she saw dangling below. But her greatest interest seemed to be in his buttocks which, while smaller than hers, were exciting, smooth, and white, and felt good under her hands. It was going to be nice to spank him as well as having him spank her.
Taking her onto the couch, he fondled and kissed her big, firm breasts and she thrilled at what arousal did to her pink nipples.
While kissing his way down her body, he stroked and then parted her lush thighs until he was able to press his face in the aroused heat of her crotch and commence to perform an act of cunnilingus.
For the first time in her life, Linda, at the age of twenty-six, experienced an orgasm. He held her closely while she trembled through the experience. A week previously, it would have terrified her, but she had read enough so that she recognized the orgasm and discovered that it was even better than the books made it sound.
After a little rest, she asked him to spank her nicely, hard enough to make her cry. His deep, ragged breathing tore at his lungs as he took this beautiful woman across his thighs, fondled her buttocks for a little while, then gave her the first spank. At the sound and feel of it, both sighed loudly.
Between the words of pretended scolding which are a part of the spanking ritual, the man whispered words of beauty and excitement while she, between spanks and sobs, told him how delicious it felt all over when he spanked her bottom and made it hot and tingly.
Afraid of hurting her too much, the young man stopped spanking her much sooner than he really wanted, but as he did he consoled himself with the thought that there would be other times.
When Linda told him that she wanted to try spanking, he was eager to comply. Before they began, he read her a story of a woman spanking a twelve-year-old boy and asked her to play that role.
Linda spanked delightfully and the man told her so as he sobbed in the tone of a naughty little boy while he thrilled to the feel and the sounds of her hand slapping from cheek to cheek, his body writhing across her silken thighs.
After his spanking, they caressed each other for a while, then he asked if she would allow him to have sexual intercourse with her. It was one of those days when nothing could go wrong for him, he saw, when she smiled and told him how anxious she was to try that.
Hand in hand, they walked to a bedroom where she told him that he would have to do all the work since reading about the act had not really trained her in the right way of doing it.
The young man was delighted to oblige and, after a little difficulty, he ruptured her hymen. When she cried out in pain, he whispered anxiously that it only hurt the first time and would be wonderful for both of them in the future.
When Linda told her doctor that she was going to marry the man she had met in the bookstore, he used every argument he could think of to stop her from making what he felt was a terrible mistake.
Now, four years later, my friend the doctor still shakes his head in amazement at the mention of Linda and her husband. He swears he has never seen a happier couple.
They live very comfortably in the big house. Charles, the husband, filled with a new sense of confidence, is doing well in his career, and while they have few friends, that is the case because they want it that way. Together they discovered the wonderful world of sex, with heavy emphasis on spanking, and that is much more rewarding to them than all the friends in the world.
CASE HISTORY SIXTEEN
In almost every village, or small town, there is a "house on the hill." It belongs to the wealthiest man in town-in many cases, the only wealthy one. He owns not only the town's industry and business, but, in effect, the people as well.
Many novels have been written on this theme, and yet this actual case history is, perhaps, stranger than most of them, in some aspects at least.
The man in the house was named George and had been a widower since his first wife died by drowning during their honeymoon. The big house was walled, the gardens patrolled by dogs, and the villagers knew little or nothing of what went on inside the walls.
There were maids, three of them, but George had recruited them in another city so that they had no contacts in the small town.
George's life changed completely one day when he walked into one of the stores he owned and saw a new employee. Her name was Sandra and she was eighteen years old. She didn't have a boyfriend because she was the oldest of many children and was kept busy at home when not working. She was also, he made a point of determining, a virgin.
Through a coincidence of timing, Sandra had caught his attention just when he had decided it was time to produce a son to carry on for him when he was too old to do so, and after his death.
Since that was his only reason for marrying, George reasoned, he might just as well marry a beautiful young woman with a well-formed body and silken skin. Sandra, he decided, was that woman.
His decision made, George went into action. Sandra's father was an employee of his, so he informed the man that he would send his car to pick her up at eight that evening for an interview in his home.
It wasn't a request or an invitation; the man never asked for anything, and few people dared to question him. At the appointed hour, the car appeared at Sandra's house, the door was held open by a uniformed chauffeur, and Sandra was soon whisked away to the house on the hill.
Sandra was impressed with everything she saw in the house, but nothing impressed her more than the man who owned the mansion. It was, she decided, like being ushered into the palace to visit the king.
When she nervously asked why he wanted to interview her, Sandra was told that they would discuss that later. First, she was to accompany him on a tour of the house and grounds. Each room turned out to be more impressive than the one before, and in every case, the furnishings and appointments were both expensive and tasteful. Sandra felt a sense of pity that the king did not have a queen to share his palace.
Near the end of the tour, the man suddenly froze at the sight of cigarette ashes on the carpet. Staring at them, he ushered Sandra into an adjoining room and told her that he was about to reprimand a maid and that she could view it through the wide keyhole in the ornate, paneled door.
It seemed strange to Sandra, but then again so were so many things about the man and the mansion. Little more than a minute later, an attractive young woman in her early twenties walked nervously into the room.
Following the man's eyes, the maid looked down and saw the offending ashes.
Without a word, the man moved an armless chair into the center of the floor and signaled to the young woman with a jerk of his head.
Instantly, she moved to stand beside his chair; then, without pausing, she caught the hem of her uniform in her two hands and raised it well above her waist so that Sandra saw a band of bare skin above the tops of the clinging black nylon panties she wore.
Moving smoothly, unhurriedly, the man gripped the waistband of the panties with both hands and skinned them down firm, smooth thighs to reveal a delightfully rounded posterior that seemed to be flawless in its beauty.
And then the maid was lying on his lap and the man was spanking her bare behind seemingly without effort or anger. It was as if it were the commonest thing in the world for a man to bare the behind of a maid and spank it.
It was obvious to Sandra that the man was putting plenty of sting in every spank, a fact confirmed by the maid's loud crying and the lusty kicking of her pretty legs.
To her great surprise, Sandra felt excitement rather than any pity for the squalling victim whose buttocks turned redder with each hard spank until, finally, he stopped and told the crying woman to get off his lap and stand with her skirt up and her panties down. He positioned her so that her behind was pointed directly toward the door behind which Sandra was crouched, breathing heavily.
Sandra scrambled to her feet when she realized that the man was walking toward the door to open it. As he saw her, there was a flash of a smile on his face which caused her to blush.
"That, Sandra," he told her as he led her toward the maid who stood with her hot-looking behind fully exposed, "was a demonstration of how I administer light spankings. Feel her bottom cheeks with both hands so that you will be able to understand how a spanking warms a young woman with a sensitive behind."
Trembling, Sandra did as she was told. There was an added excitement for her then at the touch of the hot but silken skin of the firm mounds. She couldn't understand it since nothing about girls or women had ever excited her before.
Noticing that the man was staring at her with intensity, Sandra quickly pulled her hands away. In doing so, she came close to losing her balance, and this caused her to blush even more.
Leaving the maid in the room, George conducted Sandra to his study. He began by telling her about his wealth, the comfort and splendor of his home with servants to do all the work, then moved on to say that he wanted to have a son.
While Sandra's mind reeled, she heard him say that he wanted her for his wife. He wanted her to become the very person she had wondered about earlier, the queen of the palace.
He went on to tell her that he was a strongly sexual man and that in all his years without a wife, he had contented himself with the maids, but now he wanted a wife, a beautiful one who would also be a rich woman once married to him.
"Then you spank for your own enjoyment?" she asked timidly.
"I do. I find it very pleasant to bare the bottom of a pretty young woman or girl and spank bright color and warmth into smooth cheeks. You have no flaws on your buttocks?"
"No sir. Do you mean... do you mean you will spank your wife?"
"When it pleases me. I am not a cruel man, Sandra, and a simple spanking is not torture by any means."
It was all too much for Sandra to comprehend. It all seemed like something that could have happened centuries ago, not in the twentieth century in a small town in the United States.
Seeing this, George terminated the interview, called for his chauffeur, and announced that he was going with Sandra to meet her father.
Sandra's parents were as stunned as she when they heard the man's proposal. When he left the house only a few minutes later, not only was it agreed that Sandra was to marry him, but the date had been set as well, giving Sandra barely enough time to make hasty preparations which included going to the next city the following morning with one of the maids to purchase a complete trousseau.
The ceremony was performed by a justice of the peace in the library of the mansion. It was a simple affair with the parents of the bride and servants acting as witnesses.
After toasts had been drunk, George shook hands with the parents of the bride and handed Sandra's father an envelope which contained the information that he had been promoted to a new job and that his salary had been doubled.
The envelope he gave the mother of the bride enclosed ten crisp, one-hundred-dollar bills. His in-laws, after all, would have to up-grade their standard of living and wear much better looking clothes.
With that, George announced that the strain of getting married must surely have tired his bride and that she should rest. As simply as that, the wedding was over and the guests dismissed. He sent his chauffeur to drive Sandra's parents home.
Giving his bride his arm, George led her up the wide staircase to the master bedroom, the king's chamber which he would now share with his trembling young queen.
Closing the bedroom door behind them, George took her into his arms and they kissed passionately. As he crushed her against his body, she felt the surging strength of him, and he added to it by cupping her buttocks and pulling her more urgently against him.
Sandra was surprised when her husband pressed a button near the bed and, instantly, the bedroom door opened and a maid walked into the room.
"You will be undressed now, my dear," he told her with warmth in his tone.
"But I can do it myself," she gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise that was close to shock in its intensity.
"Of course, my dear," he replied calmly, "and you will, frequently, but on your wedding day, you look like a queen. A queen must be undressed by a servant."
There was, Sandra saw, no room for argument. At a signal from her husband, the maid approached and began to undress her.
When the maid stepped back, Sandra stood nude and trembling, wearing only her wedding veil which covered her head and fell like gossamer down her smooth back. Sandra had had little time for sunbathing, so her skin was a delightful alabaster all over.
Her face was a little darker, and her hands, which she held folded over her mons veneris, contrasted sharply against the flawless white. At a word from the man, the maid then removed the veil so that Sandra was totally naked, being viewed by others in that state for the first time in her life.
The maid was sent away then, and George again took his bride in his arms. This time when he caressed her rounded buttocks, he felt the silk of them, while she in turn felt the rigid form of his erect penis as he pressed her close against his body.
Telling her that he was going to strip then, George told her to stand in profile so that he could look at her beauty while removing his clothes. He left his briefs to the very last, then stood facing her proudly as he pulled them down.
It was the first mature penis the girl had ever seen, and it was bigger than she had expected. She trembled with mixed emotions at the thought of such a great thing pushing into the narrow confines of her vagina.
She was thankful then that George had sent her to his doctor to have her hymen prepared so that her first effort at sexual intercourse would not be so painful.
Still, it was to be a while before she found out just how painful it would or would not be. As he led his bride to the bed, George had her lie flat on her tummy.
Crouching beside her then, he began to fondle and pat the lovely nether cheeks while he told her how perfect the shape of her bottom was.
Moving a little behind her, he slipped his arms around her and gradually raised her hips up off the sheet. The lush, moving curves of her buttocks caused him to let out a groan that sent delightful shivers racing through the young woman who felt arousal building higher with each touch.
And then he was kissing and licking her buttocks until she felt them wet all over. She had never heard of a man paying such tribute to the beauty of a woman's buttocks and had never experienced any thrill to compare to that which she felt then while his hands rubbed her thighs and his tongue increased the film of moisture on her silken, warm cheeks.
In her passion, Sandra waited for the first touch of his hand in her crotch, but it didn't come. Instead, she felt him sitting up on the bed and pulling her over his lap, her body brushing the strength of his penis.
"Your bum is ready now, dear," he panted like an excited boy in his first sexual experience. "Nice and wet and tender for a spanking."
Sandra started to protest, but the slap of an open hand on a nether cheek was heard before she could utter her first word. It was followed by many others as her husband, panting, went on spanking from cheek to cheek.
When his desire became too strong to be postponed, there was a flurry of motion; then she was lying on her back with her lovely legs parted while her husband fumbled in her crotch with his penis.
It was somewhat painful for the bride, yet her first act of sexual intercourse was not as unpleasant as some girls had told her it would be. Just before he ejaculated, George went under her with both hands and cupped her buttocks to pull her up to meet his final charge.
Three days after their first anniversary, Sandra produced a child, a daughter. She knew that her husband was upset, but she kept telling him that they could try again for a boy. His wish came true a little more than eighteen months later. This time it was the son he wanted.
Except during the periods of her pregnancy, Sandra felt a great number of spanks and never learned to enjoy them the way her husband kept predicting she would.
But George was not content with merely spanking his wife. The maids were often forced to submit to his spankings, as was their daughter, although he never spanked the son.
Shortly before his thirteenth birthday, the son suffered a series of violent headaches and, within four days, was dead.
Both parents were shocked, but with George, it was more than just shock. For weeks, he stayed under sedation before showing even traces of possible recovery.
Gradually then, he made progress, but Sandra felt a chill when, from time to time, she caught her husband looking at their fifteen-year-old daughter with an expression that said it should have been she rather than his son who died.
It was shortly after this that he began to take a greater interest than ever in disciplining the girl. When Sandra knew for sure that her daughter was being beaten for his sexual arousal, she called for a showdown.
George retaliated by reminding her that her family all worked for him and that if she were not careful, he would fire them all and arrange that they would never get work in town.
That same evening, Sandra heard the familiar sound of spanking and the louder than usual cries of her daughter. She had no idea what she could do to help her daughter, but she knew that she had to try something, anything, to put a stop to the pitiful cries that were coming from the girl's room.
The sounds of spanking died suddenly a few seconds before Sandra reached the door, but the girl's loud cries had become shrieks of agony.
And then Sandra heard her own scream as she threw the door open and froze for just a moment. The screaming girl was bent down on her knees, her fiery red buttocks arched high, her face burrowing in the pillows.
At least half the length of George's penis was buried between the girl's buttocks. He was, she saw, committing an act of sodomy on his own daughter.
As she ran screaming toward the bed to tear him away from their daughter, Sandra heard running feet and soon other hands were helping her pull the screaming, cursing man off the bed.
Throwing herself onto the bed, Sandra took the weeping girl into her arms and told her that they were leaving that same evening and that nothing like that would ever happen to her again.
At the sound of a car engine racing below, instinct told the woman to go to the window. As she looked down, the red Ferrari was little more than a blur as it streaked from the garage and into the long driveway.
Ahead, she saw the chauffeur making a frantic effort to get the big metal gates open in time, but at the last moment he was forced to throw himself aside.
The left side of the car slammed into the stone pillar, and what remained of the car swung around to crash into the heavy steel-barred gate.
There was no question in her mind at all. Her husband was dead. All she felt was relief, a tremendous relief that when his mind finally snapped, he killed himself before he could destroy other lives.
Wealthy then, George's widow and daughter lived on in the big house for only a little while before turning their backs on it and the painful memories it contained.
Although not a truly sophisticated woman, Sandra had the wisdom to obtain psychiatric counsel for her daughter in the hope that the damage the girl's father had done could be undone.
The daughter is now a junior in an excellent college and shows no sign of emotional disturbance. Sandra has not remarried but is now dating from time to time and gradually moving toward a new life of her own.
Having gained strength in a moment of desperation, she has retained that strength, and I have every reason to believe that things will work out well for her.
I do not claim that I have covered the entire spectrum of the complex subject of corporal punishment. In fact, in a work of this length one can barely hope to scratch the surface sufficiently to permit a little light to illuminate the maze of human emotions and compulsions.
Perhaps I shall return to this subject at some later date, but I feel that no practical purpose would be served by any further study of it here.
As is so often the case when one prepares to write "finis" to a work of this nature, there comes that nagging doubt, the near agony of wondering whether one has done the job as thoroughly as it should have been done; and one can only speculate on whether the material presented here will do any good in the direction intended.
How does one gauge degrees of "good"? If even a few readers have gained insight into their fellow human beings, then I have achieved what I set out to do.
