Spanking. The word has many connotations. For a number of years, spanking was considered quite unacceptable. But in the past decade or so, old fashioned spanking appears to have made quite a comeback. Today, the number of teenage girls who get spanked at home appears definitely on the increase. Significantly, more boys are now receiving this type of discipline. And even more significantly, an increasing number of adults are participating in spanking activities both as spanker and spankee. Married couples settle disputes by spanking. Even bachelors and unmarried adult women receive spankings.
But even more significant than all of these developments is the fact that spanking has taken on an entirely new dimension. While students of the subject have long recognized the underlying sexual implications of spanking, in previous years there was little overt sexual activity in connection with spanking except among a few married couples who employed mild spanking as a form of foreplay. In other words, spanking was strictly discipline and any pleasurable side effects were strictly incidental Today, however, all that has changed. The frankly sexual nature of spanking is now quite generally recognized, and along with this recognition has come more sexual activity.
In this book, we intend to review the comeback of "old fashioned" spanking in the modern setting that combines sex and discipline. To begin with, we will examine several examples of modern spanking practices. The first example involves two attractive divorcees and their college-age sons. The second involves a young coed who is living with her brother and sister-in-law while attending college. The final example involves a boy who is subject to discipline from his sophisticated young stepmother and her sister.
CASE HISTORY NO. 1.
Miriam L. is an exceptionally attractive brunette of thirty-seven who lives in a midwestern city. She has been divorced for ten years and has never considered remarriage. Her son and only child, Jim, is nineteen and a college student who still lives at home. Miriam's closest friend, Linda, is in her late thirties and is also divorced. She has one boy, Ron, who is eighteen and a college freshman. For the past several years, Miriam and Linda have lived next door to one another in a suburban neighborhood. To all outward appearances, they live quite ordinary lives although an observer might wonder why two such comely women have no apparent interest in going out with men. In the following report, Miriam explains their highly unusual experiences:
"I have to admit that our situation is quite out of the ordinary, or at least I think it is. I should begin by explaining that both Linda and I have been rather hard on both our boys as far as discipline was concerned. Our divorces were both rather bitter affairs and I think that Linda and I were both unconsciously a little resentful of males and tended to take it out on the boys. But regardless of the reason, we both spanked the boys often and soundly during their formative years. That is how it all began.
"I was still spanking Jim frequently when he was fourteen. He was quite a well developed boy at the time, but he never resisted and always submitted quite meekly. I suppose that his attitude should have alerted me, but it didn't. All spankings, I might add, were bare bottom affairs over my knee. One afternoon when he was across my lap for a workout, I realized that he was showing a definite masculine reaction to the whole affair. As it was a warm day and I was wearing only a thin housedress, I could clearly feel his erect penis pressing against my thigh.
"I was quite astonished and soon brought the spanking to a conclusion. When he got up afterwards, I got a good look at his stiff member despite his red-faced efforts to conceal it. To my surprise, he was quite fully developed. For some reason, I just hadn't realized that boys matured this early. To my astonishment, I had a sudden impulse to reach out and grab it but managed to restrain myself. Neither of us said a word and I knew that my face was as red as his.
"As he hastily replaced his clothes and departed from the room, I found myself a little shocked both by his virility and by my reaction to it. I didn't blame him and realized almost at once that unconsciously I had done a great deal to encourage him in this respect. I should explain that I had often spanked him while wearing only a slip, and there had been a couple of occasions when I had taken him over my knee while I was getting dressed to go out and was wearing only my bra, girdle and stockings.
"The next day I discussed the subject with Linda. We had always been quite close and I felt no reticence about bringing up such a subject with her. To my surprise, she candidly told me that she had recently observed the same reaction with Ron. We had quite a frank discussion about it and both of us finally admitted that we had been leading the boys on although we really hadn't realized the implications of what we were doing. Linda conceded that she was also often scantily clad during the spanking sessions with Ron, and a couple of times had administered the spanking attired only in bra and panties.
"As the discussion went on, we both had to admit that we were both pleased and somewhat proud of our boys' sexual development. The upshot was quite inevitable under the circumstances--we agreed to arrange for a 'swap spanking' session with an implicit understanding that other things might develop out of it.
"The boys were given no advance notice of our plans. I can still remember the perplexed look on Ron's face when I bossily told him that I thought that he need a good spanking and started marching him toward my bedroom. He held back only for an instant; then came along quite willingly. I had deliberately worn some very heavy perfume and my shortest skirt and, by the time we got to the bedroom his jeans were already expanding nicely. Pretending to be severe, I instructed him to get ready. He hesitated for a brief moment and then, looking both embarrassed and excited, he dropped his jeans and shorts. He was wonderfully developed and I couldn't help staring at him.
"I took my paddle from the bedstand and seated myself on the side of the bed. As I did so, I gathered my skirt and slip up out of the way, revealing dark brown stocking tops and bare thighs. Ron was gazing at my thighs with obvious fascination as I pointed for him to get into position. He quickly lowered himself over my lap. I could feel his hard penis pressing against my nylons, and spread my thighs apart to get it between them. As he gasped, I squeezed it gently between my thighs and teasingly remarked that it was obvious that he needed a very good spanking.
"I started smacking his bare buttocks with the paddle, beginning somewhat lightly so as to warm him up gradually. He took it very quietly at first, catching his breath but saying nothing each time the paddle descended on his bottom. As his bottom turned pink on both sides, I started spanking him a little harder. However, I soon lost interest in spanking him. That hard, sleek bone between my thighs was just too enticing, and my panties were soaking wet.
"I tossed the paddle aside and reached for his cock. After that things happened automatically and quickly. Neither of us took time to undress completely. I simply yanked off my panties and lay back on the bed with my skirt and slip up to the waist. He lowered himself on me and I used my hand to help him get it started into me. It really filled my pussy and he started pumping back and forth. I dug my fingernails into his smarting buttocks to urge him on. In a few moments he shot a nice warm load into me. It was a little sooner than I would have preferred, but that was to be expected under the circumstances and I knew there were going to be plenty of other opportunities.
"Afterwards, I kidded him a little about coming too soon and told him that I was going to 'punish' him for that by making him eat my pussy. He was only too willing to do so. For the next few minutes, his head was between my legs while he eagerly explored my most intimate parts thoroughly, fingering and tonguing me until the bed was sopping wet under me and I was completely out of breath. By this time he had another erection. This time I knelt on the bed on my knees and elbows and had him put it to me from the rear.
"The same afternoon Linda initiated Jim. As she and I had agreed to confide in each other completely, the next morning we described our experiences to each other in detail. Linda disclosed that Jim had registered considerable astonishment when ordered to her bedroom for a spanking, but had gone along with her without complaint. He had a full erection by the time he had lowered his clothing and was bending over her knee. She revealed that the spanking had lasted only briefly and they were soon having intercourse on the bed. Afterwards, she had introduced him to cunnilingus and fellatio.
"With this beginning we started 'swap spankings' on a regular basis and have continued them for the past five years. At first we used spanking as a pretext for getting the boys into the bedroom, but gradually we quit pretending that there was any real discipline involved. However, the boys have definite masochistic leanings because of their prior experiences, and often require a rather stiff workout with the paddle. They really pump it to us afterwards when we dig our long fingernails into their burning hips to spur them on.
"This arrangement has worked out quite satisfactorily for all of us, and we desire to keep this type of relationship going for some time yet. As the boys are together frequently, Ron can stay at my place and Jim at Linda's without anyone being the wiser. The four of us always vacation together and that makes an ideal time for swapping. The boys go out with girls their own ages to a certain extent, but I must admit that Linda and I are rather jealous and like to keep the boys to ourselves as much as possible. However, we are really not too worried as we feel that we are both attractive and experienced enough to be competitive with younger girls, particularly with our knowledge of the boys' backgrounds and requirements."
CASE HISTORY NO. 2.
Eileen C. is a thirty-year-old housewife who lives in Massachusetts. In the following report she describes her experiences in disciplining her teenage sister-in-law, Nancy, a cute little blonde who is a college freshman:
"When my husband and I were first approached about having Nancy stay with us while attending college, I was very much opposed to the idea. Nancy had always had everything she wanted and was spoiled rotten. I finally agreed to having her stay with us only if I had authority to discipline Nancy as I chose. At her age, I had been spanked often and hard at home and also had similar experiences as a sorority pledge. Nancy knew what I had in mind and needless to say, was terribly reluctant to go along with it. However, her desire to attend school here overcame her reluctance.
"Naturally, it was all a horrible come-down for Nancy at first. It was particularly distressing for her when she learned that my old sorority paddle would be applied to her completely bare bottom. She could hardly stand the indignity of having her prettily plump, girlish bottom turned up bare over my knees. Borrowing a practice that my stepmother had imposed on me at a similar age, I also required her to wear punishment garments for serious offences. This consisted of a maroon knit dress that I made over for this one purpose. It is absolutely skinfitting and is hemmed to end just a few inches below her hips.
"With the short dress, Nancy was required to wear regular length nylon hose rather than pantyhose. Because of the shortness of her dress, the welt of the stockings was constantly on display and the slightest movement revealed supporters and bare thighs. Nancy at first tried to minimize the effect by wearing beige hose, but I made it a rule that the stockings must be black or dark brown. I also made her wear a garter belt instead of a girdle. I also required her to wear high heels although at times I allowed her to wear sneakers. A large red hair ribbon was also part of the costume to add to the naughty-girl effect.
"I made her wear this punishment costume for a specified time before and after a spanking. She was not shown off to visitors while so attired, but did have the acutely embarrassing experience of having her brother see her. It was quite amusing to see her blushing furiously and tugging desperately at her short skirt. She does have very pretty legs and he could hardly take his eyes off of her even if she was his own sister. I soon noticed that he was more amorous with me on those evenings when Nancy had paraded around the house in that brief costume, and there were times when I would notice a lump in his pants at rather awkward moments. Nancy was quite aware that she had this effect on him.
"At the appointed time for the spanking, I would take her by the hand and lead her upstairs like a naughty girl. From the beginning, I always used my sorority paddle and applied all the whacks on the bare bottom. Nancy would cry softly and protest as her panties were lowered, and would do her best to keep her legs pressed tightly together so as not to expose her girlish charms too much. However, the paddle soon made her forget all her modesty. She would howl and sob, filling the air with high pitched shrieks and frantic appeals for mercy. She would swing her stockinged legs merrily back and forth, exposing herself completely. While she carried on, I would apply the paddle until her pretty buttocks were as red as a beet on both sides.
"One evening when I was preparing her for a spanking, I noticed that her panties were quite moist. At first, I was a little puzzled and thought that she must have been up to something beforehand. As I started paddling her, she began moving her hips back and forth with what were obviously coital-type movements. That little minx was obviously enjoying the spanking! My first instinct was to spank harder and that's exactly what I did. Nancy moaned and pitched all over my lap and it was apparent that she reached at least one climax while I was paddling her. Afterwards, the front of my skirt was soaked.
"After that the spankings became more frequent as Nancy would deliberately misbehave just to get spanked. She seemed to enjoy each spanking even more than the previous ones. For my part, I began to allow my hands to wander during the disciplining. It wasn't long before I was exploring and probing her hot little pussy in between whacks of the paddle. Nancy would respond with delighted moans, crying and pumping her hips back and forth. I had never had an experience with another girl before, and I was intrigued by her responses to me. After the spanking, she would kiss me passionately on the lips and hug me close.
"In a short time, I had to admit to myself that I had become involved in a definitely sexual affair with her. But there was a great deal more to come. One afternoon when I was paddling her, Nancy suddenly slipped off my lap to her knees between my legs. My skirt had worked up to reveal my garter belt and panties. Nancy impulsively pressed her face right against my panties and started kissing them. 'Oh, Eileen, please take them off!' she begged tearfully. 'I want to so bad!'
"I could hardly wait to get the panties off, and Nancy instantly buried her face in my pussy. Her little tongue lost no time finding my most intimate parts, and my juices were soon flowing. As she licked me all over, slurping and smacking her face all over my wet cunt, I squeezed her between my thighs and held her blonde head down with both hands. She began concentrating on my clitoris and vaginal orifice, really working her tongue up inside me until I was nearly wild. In a few moments, I reached a delightful climax right in her face.
"Afterwards, we stretched out on the bed and hugged each other while we caught our breath. I knew it was my turn to reciprocate and for a moment I didn't know if I would be able to get up enough nerve to do such a thing. Nancy hadn't asked me to and looked pleasantly surprised when I started working her skirts up and spreading her legs apart. In a moment, that downy little pussy of hers was on view. I slowly knelt between her legs and brought my lips down against her pink vulva. We both trembled and she quickly became moist all over. I worked my tongue between the lips of her vulva, spreading them apart and quickly finding her clitoris. She climaxed instantly, squeezing her pretty legs around me until I was completely breathless.
"From that time on, we have always wound up our spanking sessions with mutual cunnilingus. It has added a beautiful new dimension to our relationship and we are extremely close. I might add that this has in no way impaired my relationship with my husband. In fact, we have sexual relations more than ever. While he doesn't know all the details of my relationship with Nancy, he is quite intrigued by it and I have found that I can sex him up by hinting rather broadly about what goes on. There are times when I think that he would like to make a threesome out of it, and I'm sure that will happen sooner or later."
CASE HISTORY NO. 3.
Tom R. is a high school senior of eighteen. He is an only child and lives with his stepmother, Helen, a widow of thirty-four. They live in a middle class community in the Pacific Northwest. Helen is quite a modern, sophisticated woman who is quite active socially. She is a tall, well built woman who is quite attractive and has an extremely forceful, dominating personality. Tom has been under her complete control throughout his adolescence, and is still subject to her discipline.
When some disagreement occurs or Tom violates one of her rules, Helen will discuss the matter with him at great length. If she feels that punishment is in order, she will then ask him if a good sound spanking would help him to remember next time. When he admits that it would, he is immediately escorted to the basement recreation room for the session. On the way they stop in the kitchen, where Helen picks up the paddle and razor strap. The boy has had his share of spankings with hand and hairbrush, but at his grown up age she feels the paddle and strap are necessary. The wooden paddle was a present from Helen's sister a couple of years ago. The strap is a well worn smooth strap that was used on Helen when she was a teenager.
In the basement Tom is required to drop both his pants and underpants to his ankles. Next, Helen takes a length of clothesline and ties his wrists together firmly behind his back. This leaves him completely under her control. Helen then completes the preparations by tucking his shirttails up under his T-shirt both in front and back. While preparing him, she scolds and ridicules him at length. He endures her chiding in red-faced silence, occasionally casting furtive glances at the paddle and strap that are soon going to set him afire.
Next, Helen removes her blouse, skirt and slip. At the sight of his well built but very shapely stepmother standing there attired only in brassiere, girdle, stockings and high heels, Tom's heavily dangling penis reveals his burgeoning excitement. When she is ready, Helen sits down on the couch with her long legs well apart. Hobbled by the lowered pants and shorts, Tom makes his way over to her and stands between her legs. She bends him face down over her left thigh, clamping her right leg around him. With his hands tied behind him quite securely, he is completely helpless in this position.
The sound spanking that follows is really designed to get results. The paddle is applied first. With her strong right arm and considerable experience, Helen can lay that paddle on his bare bottom with really resounding cracks. She allows several seconds for each spank to sink in; then applies the next one with equal force. It takes only a few burning strokes to bring tears to his eyes and leave him wriggling furiously but helplessly over her lap. And it takes only a few more after that to reduce him to sobs and howls. But by this time, Helen can usually feel his penis pressing against her nylons with a hardness that betrays the excitement underlying his agitation.
The number of strokes with the paddle varies from twenty to thirty. By the time the paddling comes to an end, Tom's buttocks are flaming scarlet and blistering hot. He is sobbing heavily and squirming just as much as the confining position will permit. His hands instinctively try to reach back as far as the rope will permit to protect his burning bottom, and between sobs he begs and pleads with her to spare him further punishment. In response, Helen will sarcastically remind him that it is perfectly obvious that he approves of her discipline.
After the paddling there is a pause while she rests her arm. During this time, she will occasionally scrape her fingernails across his reddened and sensitive buttocks, making him frantically squirm with both discomfort and pleasure. Finally, she picks up the strap. The strapping that follows is done very slowly, almost casually, to get the full effect of the strap across. The workout may run from five to ten minutes, with the strap descending from two to three times per minute. Each stroke is applied very soundly and brings fresh wails and tears from the boy. By the time the strapping comes to a conclusion, his buttocks and upper thighs are aflame.
As soon as she sets the strap aside, Helen's attitude changes abruptly. Telling him in a soothing voice that he is forgiven, she unties his hands for him. Without pulling up his pants or shorts, Tom sits down gingerly on the couch beside her while they "make up." Helen aggressively hugs and kisses him, and allows him to stroke her nylon-clad legs and upper thighs and fondle her well-filled brassiere. Telling him that she is quite pleased with his cooperative attitude and manly reaction to her discipline, she will grasp his throbbing penis in her hand and expertly stroke it until he climaxes.
Next, she asks him if he really wants to make up to her. When he eagerly replies in the affirmative, she rolls down her stockings and removes her girdle and brassiere. Stretching out supine on the couch with her legs apart, she instructs him to kiss her where it will please her the most. He usually commences by kissing her breasts but it isn't long before he buries his face in the brown patch of hair at the fork of her legs. Helen prefers oral sex to regular intercourse and has a special predilection for anilingus. Tom has been carefully trained to know exactly how to please her in this respect.
Slipping his hands under her buxom hips and lifting them slightly off of the couch to make all of her most intimate parts more accessible, his tongue washes the entire area quite thoroughly, running his tongue back and forth between her vulva and anus. Helen quickly loses her reserve at these caresses and is soon pumping her hips and urging him on with verbal commands. As the entire area becomes thoroughly moist, he works his tongue over her clitoris and licks it until she reaches an orgasm. Clasping his head between her thighs and holding him down with both hands, she presses him down against her until her last spasm has subsided.
As was mentioned earlier, the paddle that Helen uses was a present from her sister a couple of years ago. Her sister, Ruth, is a spinster of twenty-nine who lives close to them. For some time Ruth has been aware of Helen's method of disciplining her stepson, but was not aware of the sexual implications until a couple of years ago. She learned about it on Tom's sixteenth birthday when she gave them the paddle. On that occasion, Helen told her that she would be permitted to administer the traditional birthday spanking as a reward for coming up with such an appropriate present.
The ensuing paddling was done good naturedly and without any malice, but with plenty of sting. Ruth had him bend over the back of a chair right in the living room, pants down. Although he was a good sport about it, he was pretty red-faced and became even more embarrassed when Ruth personally lowered his shorts for him. Ruth is the robust type and the sixteen whacks that followed were right on target despite her lack of experience. The paddling left him flaming red and both hands simply flew backward as he straightened up afterward.
As he stood there without bothering to pull up his pants and shorts, his erection was quite obvious and Ruth gasped in astonishment. Helen was quite amused and, remarking that the two of them should make up after the spanking, discreetly retired from the room. Ruth was quite red-faced as he stepped out of his pants and shorts, but made no effort to move away from him. A few minutes later they were on the couch, and while her hands explored his pulsating penis he worked her panties down.
To her surprise he knelt between her parted legs and introduced her to cunnilingus. It was an entirely new experience for her and she climaxed quickly as his tongue worked inside the parted lips of her vulva. In response, she performed fellatio on him, having him stand between her legs while she sat on the couch and took his penis into her mouth. This was a new experience for him as Helen, with her dominating nature, would never consider such a thing. As he watched Ruth's brown head bobbing up and down and felt the warm moisture from her mouth, he quickly erupted in her mouth.
Since that time Ruth occasionally substitutes for her sister at the disciplinary sessions. Most of the time she employs only the paddle, making him bend over the back of a chair with his pants and shorts down while she applies some two to three dozen solid whacks. He manages to remain in place by tightly gripping the seat of the chair and holding on throughout the correction. While these paddling sessions are not so severe as the combined paddling and strapping workouts that Helen gives, they always leave him with a red hot bottom.
Afterwards, they both strip and have a long "make up" session on the couch. He always brings her to a climax with a combination of cunnilingus and anilingus, while she usually treats him to fellatio. They have intercourse from time to time although both prefer oral sex.
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The preceding case histories are three examples of modern spanking practices. In each of them, the sexual nature and indeed objective of spanking is readily apparent. In the following chapters, we will review ether case histories which illustrate the erotic implications of modern spanking.
CHAPTER II. SPANKING AND THE YOUNG LADY
Donna D. is a pretty and shapely young brunette of twenty-two who still lives at home with her parents. Although she has a regular job and pays board at home, Donna is still subject to discipline from her father. In the following report, Donna describes the discipline in her home and her relationship with her father:
"I have a regular job and consider myself quite independent in many ways. However, as unusual as it might seem to many people, I am still subject to discipline at home on a regular basis. Let me hasten to say at the outset that I wholeheartedly approve of my father's methods. All of us make mistakes when we are young, and I have always found that dad's control and discipline make me feel very secure and well loved. In my opinion, a spanking can be even more effective in the late teens and early twenties than it is when we are youngsters. When I explain my relationship with dad, I think you'll understand what I mean.
"I have very few basic rules to follow, but I must follow them or take a spanking. Dad is always very fair and I have never been unjustly accused. Still, it always comes as something of a shock to be told that I am to be disciplined for some misdeed. I am taken as promptly as possible to my father's den for my punishment. At my grown up age and size (5'9" in stocking feet), I can't look dad in the eye when I am escorted into the den. Often as not, I am wearing a girdle, stockings and high heels...and thus look quite grown up and adult although I feel terribly juvenile and silly. By the time I get to the den, my knees feel like water under me and my heart is in my throat.
"The plywood paddle is kept in the den closet. I am expected to cooperate by getting it out and handing it to dad. Knowing only too well how much that paddle can sting and burn, I just tremble like a leaf when I pick it up and take it to dad. As many times as I have been through this experience, I still blush furiously when I hand the paddle over to him.
"Dad locks the door to the study to assure privacy throughout the session. He then sits down on a plain wooden chair and I am taken over his knee face down. He holds me firmly in place with his left hand around my midsection. Although I am a pretty good sized girl, he is quite strong and can hold me quite easily in this position over his lap. He then prepares me for the spanking. I might add that I have never been permitted to adjust my own clothing for a spanking. Dad always does it himself regardless of what I am wearing, and he always makes a point of doing it with deliberate slowness.
"First, my dress and slip are raised to the waist in back. Next, my stockings are unhooked and my girdle is removed. Finally, my panties are gripped at the waistband and slowly pulled down clear to my knees. Although I have always been spanked completely bare, I still feel horribly embarrassed and vulnerable when I feel my plump, girlish hips turned up bare naked across dad's lap. While I fully agree with dad's view that bare bottom spanking is essential, especially for a girl my age, it is still an awful sensation to find myself so immodestly exposed with my hips bare and quivering with that completely unprotected feeling. While the embarrassment is awful, it is even worse to think about that long, red hot spanking that my poor buttocks are going to absorb.
"Despite all of these feelings, I must also admit that there is something exquisitely exciting about having capable masculine hands preparing me for a spanking. Everytime dad's hands come in contact with my bare flesh, I just have to quiver with excitement as well as embarrassment. By the time dad starts working my panties down off my hips, I am noticeably moist between the legs. When he bares my hips for the discipline, I can feel his erection pressing against me from beneath his trousers. It is always a delightful feeling to realize that I am the one who has caused his excitement. I suppose I should explain at this point that I am still technically a virgin although I have done some very heavy petting.
"Gripping me firmly at the waist with his left hand, dad begins to put my bottom through its paces. The very first smack of that plywood paddle makes me howl, and from then on it's simply dreadful. Dad is never influenced by the way I bawl, kick my legs, squirm and between tears, beg him to stop. In his opinion, a spanking shouldn't come to an end until my poor bottom is absolutely beet red on both cheeks and blistered where I sit. On an average, a spanking lasts a long and horrid five minutes, and I can assure you that it seems a lot longer than that.
"When I'm going through a spanking, I scream and howl and often think that I just can't stand one more whack with that awful paddle. I cry like a baby throughout and promise to be good if he will only stop. That paddle stings and burns so much that I just have to kick my long legs furiously and, even worse, wriggle my hips wildly and expose myself completely. At some stage of the spanking, the intense burning, stinging and prickling in my hips suddenly turns to a sweetly delicious feeling and I feel completely mastered by him. At this point I always have an intense orgasm and, of course, it's quite apparent to dad. He spanks a little harder while I am pumping my hips on his lap, and as my orgasm subsides he sets the paddle aside.
"Afterwards, I lie across his lap catching my breath and trying to dry my tears while he gently rubs and kneads my burning buttocks with his hands. When I have got my tears under control, I sit up on his lap and we make up very affectionately. My girdle and panties are left down and my skirts are left gathered up around my waist. Since my late teens we have been extremely intimate about the way we make up. It is similar to a heavy petting session with a boy friend. We start out with some french kissing and explore each other with our hands. He strokes my breasts and gets a hand between my legs, while I unzip his trousers and use my hand on his hard penis. We always pet each other to a climax this way.
"I suppose that some people might be shocked by this sort of thing, but frankly I don't see anything wrong with it. After all, it really isn't any different from a petting session with a close boy friend. And as a result of it, dad and I are extremely close. That is what I meant when I said earlier that a spanking for a girl in her late teens or early twenties can be even more effective than in earlier years. I might explain that dad and I have been doing this now for several years. I think I was eighteen when it first happened. Dad's hands had begun to wander a little both during and after the spanking, and I had become quite aware of the bulge in his pants. One evening I just boldly put my hand inside his pants and that was that.
"Following the session, dad replaces my clothes for me. My bottom is still smarting and prickling nicely when he pulls up my panties and girdle. Of course, I could do without the girdle at that point but he always insists on it. He then pulls up my stockings and fastens them for me. Afterwards, I have plenty of time to reminisce about the session and the warm, itchy discomfort in my seat serves as a constant reminder of the half hour in the den."
Donna's case provides an illustration of the intimacy that often accompanies a modern spanking in the home. As spanking becomes more and more popular in an era which also features a more enlightened and liberal attitude about sexual matters, it is only natural that sexual intimacies would accompany spankings--particularly with girls in their late teens or early twenties. As in Donna's case, these intimacies are quite often restricted to the "heavy petting" variety. There is french kissing and mutual stroking of the genitals to a climax.
In other cases, the sexual intimacies are more involved. The young girl may be expected to perform fellatio--either as a part of her "punishment" or as a part of the "making up" session afterwards. In some cases, the male spanker may employ cunnilingus. Most often this will occur subsequent to the spanking, although some men make a practice of kissing the young lady's genitals while she is standing in front of them being prepared for her spanking. And, as might be expected, many such spanking sessions are concluded with sexual intercourse. In still other cases, sexual activity is considered part of the punishment itself--the young woman may have to submit to anal intercourse or other sexual indignities as part of the punishment.
The following case histories illustrate some of these practices.
CASE HISTORY NO. 4.
Karen M. is a pert young blonde of seventeen. In the following report, she discusses the disciplinary practices of her stepfather:
"In our home, the discipline for my older sister and myself is terribly strict and a little far out, but neither one of us complains about it. Our stepdad is a handsome, adventurous, highly successful man who dominates us completely. We adore him although at times he is very hard on us. When he punishes us, he always combines spanking with what he calls sex discipline. As an example of this, I will describe the punishment my sister, Vickie, received last Saturday after returning from a shopping trip. Although she is nineteen and attends college, she got the full treatment.
"While I watched right in the living room, he made her remove her brown suit coat and skirt. Next, she was required to remove her half-slip. As she stood there in front of dad blushing and trembling in her blouse, girdle, panties, stockings and high heels, his arousal was quite obvious. Vickie, I might add, does have a lovely figure with rounded hips and legs that are full but quite shapely. He really gave her the once over and then told her: 'Now come here and show me that you want to be punished!'
"Vickie knew what she had to do and so did I. Blushing very deeply, she lowered her head and said: 'Please, daddy, not in front of Karen! Don't make me do it in front of her!'
"He stood there looking quite adamant and, in a moment, she capitulated. Scarlet with shame she walked over to him and he began unzipping his pants. His big peter almost popped right out of his pants, standing straight out. With a shamefaced glance in my direction, she bent forward and kissed the head. 'Put it in your mouth!' he told her.
"Opening her mouth wide, she slipped it in until the head was out of sight and held it there. I might explain that he always makes us do that before a spanking. I'm like Vickie--I don't mind doing it but it's very embarrassing to have to do something like that when someone is watching you. After a few moments he allowed her to remove it and she straightened up, blushing very deeply and blinking back tears. Without bothering to zip up his pants, he took her by the arm and marched her into the study.
"He closed the door behind them. In just a few moments, I heard a sudden outburst of tears and knew that girdle and panties were being systematically cleared from the ample and tender spanking surfaces. A minute or so passed and then I heard the unmistakable splat of the leather razor strap landing on bared hips. Even with the door closed, her shriek was piercing and I knew only too well what she was experiencing. For the next few minutes, the air was filled with Vickie's shrieks and howls and the dreadful splat of the well oiled strap landing on her bare bottom. Finally, the sound of the strapping came to a halt, but you could still hear her sobbing uncontrollably over his knees.
"After awhile the tears subsided and I could hear nothing else from the study. However, I knew what was happening. Our stepfather always requires that we perform fellatio after every session with the strap. We have been taught to take his climax right in our mouths. Frankly, I must admit that it is something that neither of us minds doing, and we both get a little sexed up doing it for him. Sometimes we have to do it in front of each other and that can be quite embarrassing.
"It was several minutes before they came out of the study. Vickie looked thoroughly flushed and her head was hanging. Her girdle and panties had been replaced, but her stockings were wrinkled and her discomfort was obvious. Dad instructed her to tears, and to put on a punishment skirt and large hairbow. I might explain that we both have punishment skirts--flared little skirts that fail to reach the tops of our stockings and are quite embarrassing at our grown up ages. We also have extra-large kid style hair ribbons that we usually have to wear with the punishment skirts. The whole idea is to embarrass us and make us feel ashamed and, of course, it works.
"It was a little while before Vickie returned, attired as dad had instructed and flushed with shame. Her navy blue punishment skirt failed to cover the tops of her stockings, and her garters and bare thighs were visible when she walked. One might think that a girl would rush or get out of her girdle, hose and heels after a spanking, but in our home it's different. Our stepdad makes us wear our girdles after every strapping, and high heels and nylons are required when we're wearing punishment skirts.
"Vickie was required to wear this outfit, together with a large red hair ribbon, for the remainder of the evening. She was allowed to eat dinner with the rest of us, although of course she was considerably embarrassed and ate in red-faced silence. Occasionally, she glanced quite penitently at our stepdad, but he made a point of ignoring her. Afterwards, she was made to clear the table and clean up the kitchen by herself. When she finished, dad called her back out to the living room. She was then sent to stand in the corner with her face to the wall, just like a naughty child instead of a well developed young woman of nineteen.
"While he and I watched television, Vickie stood there in the corner with her head hanging in shame. From time to time, I saw dad giving her the eye and knew what that would mean for her later on. After she had stood in the corner for an hour, he called her to him. He pointed toward the floor and she meekly sank to her knees in front of him. It was obvious what he wanted. Her lips trembling and blushing prettily, she opened up his pants and pulled his stiff prick out. She began licking it all over like an ice cream cone, from time to time glancing shamefacedly in my direction to see if I were watching.
"Naturally, I couldn't take my eyes off of her although I knew from my own experiences how embarrassing it was for her. Finally, his peter was slick from her tonguing and she slowly slipped it into her mouth. I watched the head disappear between her lips while he hooked his legs around her midsection. He began pumping his hips back and forth, holding her head in position with both hands. Finally he half rose out of his chair and came in her mouth. Vickie took it all quite submissively and I could see her gulp as she swallowed it.
"This is just an example of our stepfather's spanking and sex discipline technique. Although he never uses any set procedure and each session is a little different, we always have a pretty good idea of what to expect and know that along with pain and humiliation there will be plenty of sex and excitement."
CASE HISTORY NO. 5.
Kevin L. is a 37-year-old bachelor who is bringing up two teenage nieces, ages eighteen and sixteen. In the following report, he describes the spanking activities in their home:
"When the girls moved in with me three years ago, I quickly introduced them to old fashioned spanking. At first, they were horrified but quickly adjusted to the idea of being disciplined for their misdeeds. At first, spanking was strictly discipline and nothing else. However, in time it has become something much more than that. As the girls have developed into shapely, longlegged young ladies, we have all come to realize that spankings are sexy, intimate affairs and should be treated as such. We have developed quite a ceremony for administering discipline.
"When one of the girls has a spanking coming up, the culprit is sent to her room for a half hour to think it over. This of course gives her plenty of time to think it over, and I understand that considerable nailbiting goes on during this period. At the appointed time, the guilty one is required to report to my study for correction. To make her feel more ashamed, each girl is required to wear a spanking costume. This consists of a white blouse worn without a bra, pleated black skirt that ends just below her hips, black nylon stockings held up by a garter belt and black pumps with pointed toes and spike heels. The embarrassment of the childishly short skirt, which fails to cover her stocking tops, brings a pretty flush to the offender's cheeks and reminds her that she is a big girl being treated like a little girl.
"I take my black razor strap from the closet and seat myself on the couch with my legs apart. The girl is then instructed to present herself for correction. She must lift her skirt with both hands until her panties are completely on view and then walk to me and stand between my knees. Both of them blush delightfully as they do so. I then slowly work her panties down gradually with my hands until their feminine charms are completely on view. Both girls are lovely brunettes and have quite full growths of pubic hair. Reminding her to keep holding her skirt up so as to be fully exposed at all times, I remove her panties completely. Her garter belt and stockings are left on.
"Next, I lean forward and plant a kiss on her vulva, cupping her hips with my hands as I do so. Needless to say, the girls are quite sensitive to this caress and wriggle their little pussies delightfully right in my face. My usual procedure is to plant a series of kisses up and down their pink grooves, which soon has them dripping excitedly. I suppose that it almost goes without saying to mention that I have an erection by this time.
"I then turn the young lady face down over my knees with her plump trembling buttocks sticking up bare. After a pause to inspect the scenery, I begin applying the strap firmly across both bottom cheeks. Both girls howl, kick their long legs and wriggle frantically from the first stroke to the last. I apply the strap slowly, taking about fifteen seconds between strokes. The usual session takes about five minutes. Throughout the disciplining pointed toes drum the floor, nylon-clad legs kick spasmodically, rapidly reddening bottoms twist and squirm, and naughty young misses squeal and cry and promise to do what I say. By the time I am finished, the culprit's bottom is a flaming scarlet on both sides and I know that she won't be able to sit down comfortably for some time.
"As soon as the strapping is over, I lift the girl up and sit her down on my lap. With their bottoms aflame, they of course can't hold still and squirm frantically about on my lap. While I lass their tears away, I unbutton their blouses and caress their breasts and also stroke their pussies. Both girls are quite responsive and neither one can keep her hands out of my pants. With the younger girl we usually pet each other to a climax. However, the older girl and I usually wind up the session by having intercourse."
CASE HISTORY NO. 6.
Shirley and Susan are a couple of 16-year-old twins who are also under masculine control. In their case, it is their older brother who hands out the discipline. As the following report from Shirley indicates, both girls fully approve of their brother's ideas about discipline:
"My twin sister Susan and I are 16, brunette, considered shapely and are very active in our school activities. We are also two very well spanked young ladies. Our older brother, who is 25, is seeing to that. I can't say that we exactly like getting spanked, but it is sexy and exciting the way our brother does it. We always get plenty of advance notice when we are to be spanked. Sometimes we are even told in the morning that we can expect to be spanked that evening, and that gives us the whole day to think about it. The anticipation is terrific and I can hardly think about anything else. My sister feels the same way. As the session gets closer and closer, I nearly chew my nails off in anticipation. During the final few minutes, I am ready to melt. My heart is pounding and I feel very lightheaded all over.
"Our rear ends are always well bared for the correction. Sometimes he makes us strip completely before getting over his knees. At other times, we are required to strip down to garter belts and stockings. Sometimes he takes us over his knees and prepares us himself. If we are being spanked at bedtime, he will make us report wearing only the top part of our shortie nighties. Being spanked bare at our grown up ages is, to say the least, highly embarrassing but it's also ten times more exciting that way. With our bare bottoms and pussies on display, our brother always gets a great big lump in his pants and Susan and I can hardly keep our hands off of it.
"Our brother needs nothing more than his hand to give us a thorough spanking. Believe me, a girl really hasn't been spanked until she has felt a rough masculine palm smacking hard against her tender bare bottom! Wow! It's the real personal contact that does it. A girl friend of mine gets spanked by her mother with a hairbrush on the bare. That might hurt more, I don't know, but it's nothing compared to having your bare bottom manhandled with bare palm applied to bare bottom.
"Those spankings really sting, believe me. Our brother always starts out fairly slowly, giving us about a dozen rather gentle spanks on each side to make us warm and rosy. But then he really goes into action with very hard smacks that crack like pistol shots and feel as if they're going to slam right through us. Both of us squeal our heads off, and wind up bawling and crying something awful. Afterwards our bottoms are red and tender and smarting for several hours.
"But there is always plenty of making up as soon as the spanking is over, and that is something to look forward to during the spanking. As soon as the last spank has descended, he turns us over and begins kissing us where we like it the most. He will stretch us out on our backs with our legs drawn wide apart, and then lick us until we are soaking wet between our legs. We both love it and always climax at least once before he stops. And although he doesn't require it, Susan and I both reciprocate afterwards by sucking that sleek cock of his until he comes.
"We have a couple of girl friends who know about our sex and spanking sessions, and they admit that they actually envy us."
CHAPTER III. THE FEMALE DISCIPLINARIAN AND THE YOUNG LADY
In the old fashioned family, it was the father or other male head who traditionally wielded the hairbrush or strap on his misbehaving daughters. This is still the case in a great many families, as the reports in the previous chapter indicate. In today's fast moving world, however, the male often isn't present when discipline is required. As a result, the modern mother has assumed the duty of administering discipline to a much greater extent. Here is a report from Marcy C, a modern teenager who is spanked by her mother:
"As a teenager myself, I must admit that a spanking can be very effective, particularly with mother's understanding attitude on the subject. I am nineteen and work as a stenographer, but that doesn't mean I'm considered too old for spanking. As dad is frequently away on business trips, mother has always handled the discipline although I know I will have to answer to dad if I don't go along with it. My last spanking occurred just the other evening. I knew I had it coming, but I can't tell you what a state I was in all day at work. By the time I got home I was nearly biting my nails off and feeling terribly guilty. As soon as I had my coat off, mother asked to see me in her room.
"She quietly asked me to remove my dress and slip, and I quickly obeyed. Standing there in my bra, girdle, panties, nylons and heels, and looking quite too grown up for this type of punishment, I watched as mother brought out that old fashioned wooden hairbrush of hers. I felt my knees almost buckle under me as she smacked the back of the brush lightly against the back of her hand, and I could just feel my bottom getting spanked with it. After a long pause, she told me to finish getting ready.
"With trembling fingers, I undid my supporters and let my stockings slide down. I then unzipped my girdle and reluctantly pulled it down. My panties came down with it and girdle, panties and stockings all wound up around my knees. Even in the privacy of mother's bedroom, the embarrassment of having to bare myself for a spanking reduced me to tears and I stood there crying softly as mother seated herself on the side of the bed. A few moments later I was face down over her lap. Scared and feeling remorseful, I tearfully promised to behave and begged her not to spank me too hard. As usual she was quite understanding, but said that I would have to pay the full penalty for my misconduct.
"There was a horrible pause; then the hairbrushing began. In between spankings, you rather tend to forget how much an awful old hairbrush can make a plump girlish bottom smart and burn and prickle, and it's simply a horrid sensation when that hairbrush starts warming you up again. As grown up as I like to think I am, I just had to howl and bawl as mother put that hairbrush to me. She spanked all over my bare bottom again and again until it was simply burning up, and I was sobbing and begging for mercy. I was over her knee for several minutes. By the time she finally stopped, my buttocks were tomato red all over, and I knew it would be hours before I could sit down again.
"Afterwards, I remained across mother's lap for a good cry. She began to use her hands to gently rub my bottom to help take some of the sting out of it. As my spank spot cooled down a little, she began to probe more intimately down between my legs. Continuing to rub my tender buttocks with one hand, she worked a finger into my vagina. In no time I was just dripping and wriggling my hips back and forth on her lap, and it wasn't long before I reached a nice climax. I might add that it has been customary for mother to bring me to a climax after a spanking like this for the past several years, and I always look forward to it.
"Afterwards I felt wonderfully relaxed despite my sore bottom and had a nap before dinner. There was a soft pillow on my chair at the dinner table, and I blushed warmly as I gingerly eased myself into my chair. My father had just returned from a business trip, and it was especially embarrassing for me to have him sit there watching me sitting uneasily on my freshly spanked bottom. How I blushed as mother told him about my spanking! As usual, there was some good natured kidding afterward, but I couldn't help blushing scarlet at some of the personal comments. I should add that dad knows all the details about mother's method of disciplining me."
Marcy's report illustrates the fact that modern female disciplinarians and their female charges often indulge in sexual byplay as a part of their spanking ceremonies. As in Marcy's case, this is often restricted to manual masturbation of the young spankee by her spanker. In other cases, however, oral sex plays a large part. The young penitent may be required to perform cunnilingus to "shame" her as a part of the correction. And in other cases, she is the recipient of oral caresses-- generally as a sort of making up gesture after the spanking. Other feminine disciplinarians use dildoes and similar sexual implements in disciplining the young women under their command.
The following case histories will illustrate some of these practices.
CASE HISTORY NO. 7.
Thelma R. is a spinster of thirty-five who is bringing up three teenage nieces. An attractive but severe brownette who wears hornrimmed glasses and wears her hair in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, Thelma has a strongly domineering personality. A strong believer in "old fashioned discipline," Thelma states her views in the following report:
"I think that many parents make a serious mistake in overlooking matters of discipline, especially when it comes to teenagers. In fact, I believe that a sound and sensible program of discipline may be more essential for teenagers than any other age group. In this connection, I include old fashioned spanking as an essential part of any disciplinary system. And for older teenagers, I feel that indignities are more important than pain in getting results.
"I am speaking from experience in this matter. In our home, a system of home rules and punishments has been in effect for some time. Even Virginia, now 18, and Patricia, 17, profit from home discipline as much--if not more--than Jean, who is just 13. Although it might surprise some people, both Virginia and Patricia get considerably more spankings than Jean. However, I don't believe that this is too surprising, since the older teenagers tend to try to become more and more independent. Also, I do keep a close eye on the older girls, as I believe they should set a good example.
"I might explain that five years ago, I started keeping house for my brother who is a widower. At first everything was chaos with the three girls. Although I had had no previous experience, I soon learned that a hairbrush could work wonders when applied to a bared bottom. When the girls learned that that hairbrush was being applied to their exposed posteriors with their father's full support, they straightened out in a hurry. It wasn't long before they were accustomed to following the rules I set up for them and taking the consequences when they failed to do so.
"I never spank for a trivial offence, but only for a good reason. When I have made up my mind, the culprit is told quietly and privately but in no uncertain terms that she is to be spanked. As one might expect, there is a considerable amount of flushing cheeks, trembling lips, protests, pleas and promises to behave. I of course am quite accustomed to this, although nothing can be more appealing than a cute teenager trying to save her tender bottom from a warming session.
"The youngest girl is still spanked as any child might be. However, with the two older girls, I employ ceremonies and indignities to make the punishment all the more effective. The guilty one is escorted to my room and the door is locked to assure privacy. The girl is then required to remove every stitch she has on, and I watch her to embarrass her all the more. Both Virginia and Patty have fully developed figures and blush scarlet when they stand there in front of me with nothing on, trying to cover themselves with their hands.
"I make sure that my hairbrush is within easy reach on my vanity table, and then slip off my panties. I then sit down on my vanity stool and gather my skirts up around my waist. Knowing what she is going to have to do, the girls are always wide eyed at this point. Giving the culprit a stern look, I will tell her something like: 'Now, young lady, before you go over my knee, perhaps you had better show me some respect!'
"Both girls know by this time that any reticence will mean a much longer and harder spanking, and they definitely don't want that. And yet it really hurts their pride to have to go down for another female. They both blush and swallow hard when they sink to their knees and slowly start to crawl forward between my thighs. There is a long pause and then I begin to feel a soft tongue on my vulva. Pushing her head against me, will tell her something like: "That's better. Now you keep licking my pussy until your face is all wet!'
"By the time she is permitted to crawl up over my knee for her spanking, she is a thoroughly shamefaced young lady. I am never in a hurry to administer the spanking. I apply the hairbrush from one cheek to the other with a firm even stroke. It doesn't take long before the brush produces results in the form of a rosy bottom and kicking legs and squealing adolescent voice. I would say that they average fifty or so spanks at a session. By the time I finish the job, it is quite evident the naughty young miss has had quite a deterring spanking. With their bottom cheeks a bright scarlet and the tears flowing freely, they tearfully promise to do anything I say to bring the spanking to a halt.
"I give them a few minutes afterward to catch their breath and dry their eyes. In the meantime I peel off my clothes and stretch out on the bed with my knees up and legs apart, keeping my hairbrush handy as a reminder. When I give the command, the girl must kneel between my legs. This time I require her to bring me to a climax. They both know how to do it all right, and also know that I won't hesitate to use that hairbrush if they don't please me. Of course, it embarrasses and humbles them thoroughly to have to perform such an intimate rite with me, but that's the point of it. And so they won't forget about it too soon afterwards, they are forbidden to wash their faces or drink anything for an hour."
CASE HISTORY NO. 8.
Jane S. is twenty-one and works as a receptionist. Although Jane was not subject to discipline at home, things have been different since she began boarding with a strict landlady. In the following report, Jane describes her experiences:
"I happen to be a working girl who is old enough to vote, but I still get spanked! In my case, I am under the control of a very forceful landlady, who has been like a stepmother and big sister to me. I have boarded with her since my graduation from high school three years ago. Right from the beginning, she asserted her control over me. As a teenager who had been used to having her own way, it was a real comedown, believe you me!
"At the time I moved in with her, I didn't even know what a real spanking was like. But less than a week later, I knew! The humiliation was terrible, even worse than the pain and that was bad enough. I had never imagined that anyone would dare take down my panties and blister my bottom with a hairbrush. And the shame afterwards of being taken to the bathroom for a cold water enema! But I had no more than had a good cry afterward than I began to feel a thorough respect for my landlady for having the nerve to discipline me properly. When I tearfully told her afterward that I deserved the punishment, she was very understanding.
"Since then I have been firmly under her control, and have never questioned her authority over me. When she feels that I require discipline, she doesn't hesitate to punish me as she sees fit. Although it makes me blush to do so, I will describe my landlady's methods in detail. When something comes up, she doesn't believe in wasting any time about it. I am promptly called into her bedroom. One of her strictest rules is that all spankings must be given absolutely skin bare. After work or after a date, I will be ordered to lift my skirts and drop my girdle or panties. At other times, I will be ordered to lower my shorts and panties, or if the spanking is given at bedtime, told to drop my pajama bottoms.
"Next, my landlady gets out her hairbrush and a red rubber dildo she always uses in connection with my punishments. I always hate the sight of both of them, and swallow hard when she tells me to bend over her lap. No amount of experience has helped me overcome the humiliation of having my plump hips sticking up there completely exposed and bare. And at the same time there is that terrible unprotected feeling, and I can't avoid quivering and shaking at the thought of when she is going to be doing back there.
"Finally, the hairbrushing commences. The very first spank of the hairbrush landing on bare flesh always makes me yelp, and from then on it gets worse. She doesn't believe in being lenient, and puts that hairbrush to me repeatedly all over my bottom. It hurts something awful and long before it is over, I am crying my eyes out, kicking my legs furiously and wriggling shamefully. Naturally, I feel utterly silly.
"She never stops until I am thoroughly reddened all over and sometimes even blistered. I am absolutely on fire when she finishes and I know that it will be a long time before the smarting, prickling, itching and uncomfortable sensation goes away. When she sets the hairbrush aside, she reaches for that dildo and I really tense. She pulls my bottom cheeks apart and starts sliding that hard rubber thing right up my ass. I always have to let out a shriek when I feel it stretching the walls of my anal canal.
"She shoves it in several inches until I don't think I can stand it, and then leaves it there. It hurts something awful for a moment and then I become adjusted to it. She then begins moving that dildo slowly back and forth inside me, and while she's doing that she runs her fingers all over my spanked hips and down between my legs. Blushing hotly and gasping, I just have to wriggle and must confess that I get all wet between my legs. Sometimes I tell her to stop, but I don't really mean it. She will play with me like this until I have an orgasm. I'll admit that I love it--it's hard to describe but for some reason it just seems deliciously embarrassing and at the same time thrilling to have a woman who has just disciplined me doing those things to me.
"After I have been given a chance to catch my breath, she will say something like: 'All right, Jane, now it's time for your enema!' With that she will start escorting me to the bathroom.
CASE HISTORY NO. 9.
A woman explains how she got involved in a family spanking. She says that she was spanked while in high school, and that her daughters can expect the same as long as they need it.
"I was surprised at the girls' attitude about it. Of course, they just hate to be spanked but that is not the whole story. Their girl friends are usually punished by being restricted to the house for a certain period of time, a form of discipline that can prove very embarrassing socially. While Sally and Nancy feel that the spankings are simply awful in certain respects, they are at least no handicap socially. The fact that both girls are pretty and socially active helps, of course, to account for their attitude that spanking is preferable to other punishments.
"I believe that I am the only one outside the family who knows the girls' secret. As a result, both girls will often plead with me to keep it a secret. Sally will say something like: 'Oh please, Sharon, don't tell anyone. We'd just die if our boyfriends found out we're still getting spankings.' While I love to tease them both, I have kept their secret.
"Sibling rivalry being what it is, I don't think that either girl minds it when the other gets a spanking. This is especially true when Sally is on the receiving end. Nancy always watches her older sister get it and, although she knows better than to say anything in front of her mother, I have often seen her looking very smug and self-satisfied about the whole thing. On the other hand, Sally is less interested in seeing Nancy disciplined, but I have seen her looking very pleased about it. In the interest of self-preservation, however, the girls do have a tacit agreement not to tell on one another.
"I have seen a number of spankings as the bedroom door isn't closed when one of the girls is getting it. Madeleine sits at her vanity stool and takes the culprit face down over her knees. I might explain that Madeleine is a tall, athletic brunette who is quite capable of handling the girls. She always spanks on the completely bare bottom. In this connection, I should add that Madeleine insists upon lowering the girls' panties herself. When I asked her about this, she stated that this was just one of the reasons why spankings are more effective with older girls--that is, the added indignity of having one's panties lowered is all the more of a comedown.
"Madeleine spanks with a solid wooden hairbrush. She applies it with a firm, hard stroke and goes about it in an efficient, methodical manner. A grown up as they are, Sally and Nancy both carry on like a couple of six-year-olds while undergoing their bottom warmings. Howling and crying, they kick their pretty legs and wriggle their well rounded young bottoms furiously. Between tears, they promise to be good and beg her to stop. Needless to say, they look delightfully cute throughout the proceedings. Madeleine never stops until their bottoms are fire red on both cheeks, and you can tell that the girls are not exaggerating their reactions one bit.
"Having seen the girls spanked a number of times, I have often wondered what a real spanking would feel like. I blush to say that I just recently found out! It all started when I borrowed a pair of Madeleine's earrings and lost one of them. Madeleine looked irritated but said nothing. A couple of days later, I borrowed a pair of hose from her and got a run. That didn't help any but the climax came when I borrowed, without permission, a dress she had been planning to wear.
"I felt my ears burning when Madeleine lectured me and remarked that I behaved as badly, if not worse, as the children. I really turned scarlet when she added that she really ought to spank me the same way she did them. On reflection I believe that this was merely a stray comment on her part, because a sudden glint came into her eye when she noticed my blushing reaction. Calmly but very seriously, she told me that I would have to take a spanking if I wished to continue staying at her place.
"I couldn't afford to leave very easily, and I was scarlet with embarrassment and confusion as I stood there. I didn't know what to say and couldn't look Madeleine in the eye. Finally, she grasped me by the arm and started propelling me toward her room. Fortunately, the girls were out of the house or I don't know what I would have done. I can't ever remember being in such a state before. I didn't know whether Madeleine was really serious and while I was scared to death that she was, I was really dying with curiosity to know what it would be like to be under her discipline. I finally swallowed real hard and decided to let her make the decisions.
"As she escorted me to her bedroom, my knees felt weak under me but, to my surprise and embarrassment, I found that I was just dripping with excitement. I was hoping Madeleine wouldn't notice that. In the bedroom, Madeleine bossily ordered me to lower my girdle and to bend over her knees. Awkwardly and feeling about as foolish as anyone could possibly feel, I obeyed. Madeleine flipped up the backs of my skirt and slip, leaving my posterior protected only by thin nylon panties. Being old enough to vote, I never dreamed that Madeleine would even consider spanking me bare like the kids. I thought I would nearly die when I felt her hands grasping the waistband of the panties, and I pleaded with her not to do such a horrible thing to me. But down they came, leaving me quivering with shame and thoroughly humiliated.
"Madeleine lost no time going to work with that hairbrush of hers. In absolutely no time at all, I found out why Sally and Nancy carry on so much during a spanking. Gee, did that brush sting and burn on my bare skin! It prickled and stung until I felt as if I had been attacked by a swarm of bees. I blush to say that I howled and cried and kicked my legs furiously as Madeleine put it to me but good. But even more embarrassing for me was the fact that the spanking really turned me on sexually. My pussy felt as hot as my bottom and I knew I was just dripping all over the front of Madeleine's dress. Every fresh spank of the hairbrush, as painful as it was, seemed to excite me all the more. It was just as if that hairbrush was Madeleine's penis!
"Finally, Madeleine abruptly stopped the hair-brushing. 'Well, young lady,' she remarked icily. 'It's quite apparent that you fully approve of getting spanked by me, isn't it?'
"I was so embarrassed that I just shrivelled, and finally tearfully admitted that she was right. She ran her hand down between my legs, patting the moistness, and gently hooking a finger into my vaginal orifice. For a moment I thought I would die with shame at having a woman caress me like that. She worked her finger clear up inside me, running it back and forth in my vagina and really tormenting me. My juices were flowing all over her and I couldn't hold still, wriggling like a worm and moaning. No fellow had ever made me feel sexier and I soon had a full orgasm, shaking and trembling violently as I did so.
"Madeleine waited until I had calmed down a bit, and then pulled me to a sitting position beside her. 'Now, young lady,' she remarked. 'You're going to have to pay the penalty for enjoying your spanking so much!'
"She pulled her dress up and quickly slipped off her panties. Leaving her garter belt and hose on, she leaned back on her elbows on the bed with her long legs apart. I couldn't help staring at the patch of heavy brown hair between her legs. 'Go on!' she ordered me. 'Kiss my pussy!'
"I gasped and protested that I had never done such a thing before. But at the same time I reached out with one hand and began stroking her vulva lightly. It was a little moist and her face was flushed. Once again she urged me to use my mouth on her. Feeling very embarrassed I leaned over toward it, and finally managed to plant a light kiss on the lips of her vulva. She pushed my head down as I started to draw back. 'Eat me, Sharon!' she commanded.
"For a moment I wanted to argue, but I finally just lowered my face to her pussy and started licking it all over. She quickly became hot and sticky and I could feel her fluids smearing against my face as she began moving her hips back and forth. Although I hardly knew what to do, I worked my tongue around until I found her clitoris and she quickly reached orgasm.
"Since that time, Madeleine has used the brush on me as often as the two girls. However, in my case there is one big difference. Before I go across her knee for my spanking, I have to kneel between her legs and kiss her pussy until it is as wet as mine. Between spanks of the brush, she uses her hands all over me to bring me to a climax. And when the spanking is over, we have a long making up session with mutual cunnilingus."
CHAPTER IV. SPANKING AND THE TEENAGE BOY
At one time adolescent boys were generally considered too old to be spanked, even though their parents might very well administer spankings to their teenage sisters. In recent years, however, there has been something of a trend toward more equal treatment of boys and girls in this regard. As a consequence, more teenage boys are now beginning to receive the type of discipline that was at one time generally limited to girls. As the previous chapters have shown, there is often considerably more sexual activity when girls of today are spanked than in former years. The same can be said when boys are spanked. Helen L., a young schoolteacher, became aware of this development on a recent trip through the Northwest on her vacation. Here is Helen's report:
"During a recent tour through the Northwest, I became acquainted with a strong minded widow in her early forties. She owns a rather large farm and has three teenaged sons, ages 13, 14 and 17. When I met the three boys and saw how polite and well behaved they were, I couldn't help asking her how she managed to do it. She readily admitted that she was a strict disciplinarian, and told me that the boys were still spanked when necessary. I found this a little hard to believe, considering the boys' sizes and ages. I might add that I was spanked myself at the same age, while my brother was exempt from this type of punishment. Although it had always seemed something of an injustice, I had always taken it for granted that teenage girls might get spanked but that teenage boys would not.
"However, my doubts were resolved one afternoon when I was visiting my friend. We were seated on her back porch when she remarked that the two younger boys had gone off without doing some chores and were due for a good switching when they returned. She had hardly spoken when the two miscreants appeared on the scene.
"My friend called them up on the porch, and immediately delivered a stern lecture while they stood there shamefacedly, shuffling their feet nervously and looking quite mortified. Obviously, my presence added to their embarrassment. She concluded the lecture by picking up a switch from the corner of the porch, and ordered the two of them to get ready for a good switching. They went beet red with shame and protested, but at my friend's insistence they meekly obeyed.
"While I watched in open mouthed astonishment, the two boys turned to face one wall of the porch and reluctantly lowered their jeans and undershorts. I could hardly believe my eyes as they bent forward touching their toes, keeping their legs fairly straight. My friend pulled their shirttails up out of the way, and then went to work with that limber switch. She went from one boy to the other and back again.
"How those naughty boys howled, cried, begged, wiggled and bent their knees as the switch striped their bare bottoms! My friend continually kept demanding that they hold still and, despite their obvious distress, they did their best to obey. I could see that they had really been strictly trained. When it was over, they were both crying like babies. Their bottoms were striped with countless red marks and they were obviously on fire. Tearfully they replaced their clothes and went to do the chores they had overlooked. From the way they rubbed their seats as they walked away, you could tell that they were going to be quite uncomfortable for some little time.
"A subsequent visit proved even more interesting and revealing since I was permitted to witness the oldest boy being spanked with a hairbrush for smoking. He was a well developed young man and you can imagine the mortification he felt at my presence. The three of us were in the living room, and he pleaded with his mother to be taken to his room. She refused, telling him with a knowing smile that the humiliation of having a visitor watch him getting spanked was part of the punishment.
"Crimson with embarrassment, he reluctantly obeyed her curt order to drop his trousers and undershorts. I suddenly had to clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from shrieking with surprise when I discovered that he had an erection! It was sticking straight up a good seven inches. Knowing my face was simply scarlet, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. An even more shocking surprise was in store for me, however. My friend reached into a handbag and produced a conventional rubber. A little flushed but quite calm, she proceeded to roll it down over his erect penis while he stood there looking both embarrassed and excited! For my part, I nearly flipped at the completely personal, intimate way she handled his masculine member.
"My friend then carefully gathered her white summer dress and slip up nearly to her waist, revealing sturdy but shapely thighs outlined in brown nylon stockings that were held up by a tight girdle. She seated herself on the sofa with her legs well apart. While I watched with great interest, he shamefacedly stood sideways between her legs and lowered himself over her left thigh and the sofa until his bare hips were sticking up prominently. She clamped her right leg around the backs of his bare legs to hold him in position, and asked him if he were ready. Apprehensively, he replied that he was.
"She then proceeded to apply that hardbacked hairbrush to his upturned posterior again and again. Even as grown up as he was, he couldn't retain his dignity as the brush landed with loud and hard spanks. Seeing his tears and pain stricken face and listening to his howls and pleas, I could tell that that hairbrush was really making its point. But from the way he twisted and squirmed about on his mother's lap, it was obvious that there was more to it than just the pain and that he was thoroughly excited about it. For my part, I must admit that it was thrilling to watch him pumping those reddening hips of his!
"She kept smacking his buttocks until they were a blistering scarlet. Finally, he gave a spasmodic jerk and it was obvious that he was climaxing right over his mother's lap. Looking flushed and quite pleased with herself, my friend set the hairbrush aside. Tearfully he got off her lap with his penis now dangling limply and quickly replaced his clothes. Looking quite shamefaced, he departed from the room while my friend adjusted her skirts. I must admit that I was both shocked and thrilled by such intimate discipline."
As Helen's report indicates, many women who administer discipline to boys today are quite aware of the sexual implications involved. Thus, as in the situation described by Helen, a number of women make it a regular practice to outfit their male spankees with rubbers to spare dresses and nylons from the inevitable eruptions. However, other women have a different attitude on the subject. "Whenever my aunt would spank me," one teenager reported. "She would always make me strip completely and then she would make a production out of rolling her skirts up and taking off her stockings before taking me over her knee. Lying over her soft, warm thighs for my spanking, I would try to hold back but sooner or later I would have to shoot off right on her lap. Although you would think otherwise, that always seemed to amuse her and she would remark that it just proved that I liked being spanked by her. And I guess it did."
Many such women simply accept the fact that many boys are sexually excited by spanking, but do not deliberately encourage them. However, others will deliberately tantalize the boys beforehand. They will sit with their skirts up over their stocking tops for some time before the spanking. They will prepare the boy for his discipline by lowering his trousers and undershorts personally, allowing their hands to wander as they do so. Or they will administer the discipline while only partially dressed. Thus, one teenage boy reported that his stepmother always wore a black bra and panties, garter belt and dark nylon hose when punishing him.
As far as specific sexual activity is concerned, it may occur within two contexts. Most frequently, it will occur subsequent to the spanking as part of the "making up" process. The boy may be manually masturbated, may indulge in oral sex with his spanker and may, in some cases, have intercourse with her. Other women, however, use specific sex acts to shame or humiliate the boy either before or after the spanking. The boy may be compelled to masturbate himself in her presence. Or he may be compelled to perform cunnilingus with her. In this connection, it must be remembered that while among more enlightened people cunnilingus is quite an acceptable form of activity, there are still many who consider "going down" for a woman a shameful, degrading thing. Among such people, cunnilingus is thus considered a "punishment."
In the following case histories, we will see a number of examples of the practices described above.
CASE HISTORY NO. 10.
William H. is an 18-year-old high school student, who is a good athlete and president of his class. In the following report, he describes the disciplinary practices in his home:
"A spanking session can be extremely effective, particularly the way it's handled in our home. It may be either my mother or my older sister Fran who punishes me. Mother is a divorcee in her early forties. She has an executive job with an advertising firm, and always dresses in a very chic manner. My sister Fran, who is 23, is a graduate student and is home most of the day. She sort of manages the house and also keeps an eye on my behavior. I might add that she is a buxom brunette who is extremely pretty and very personable, although she can be very bossy and demanding when she wants to be.
"If I commit some serious offence, mother talks it over with me in the study before taking me to her bedroom for the correction. Once we are in the bedroom, mother closes the door and turns on all the lights. She then stands in the middle of the room while I get her ready for the session. I am required to remove her dress and slip and hang them neatly in the closet. While she continues to stand there attired only in brassiere, girdle, shoes and stockings, I must get out the hairbrush and razor strap and place them on the bed in a convenient place. She is a well built but shapely woman, and I must admit that I have a lump both in my throat and my pants by this time.
"She sits down on the side of the bed and orders me to stand in front of her. She then unfastens my trousers and allows them to slide down to my ankles. Reaching inside my shorts and holding my erect penis out of the way with one hand, she then takes my shorts down with her other hand. She then instructs me to finish disrobing. I have to strip completely and stretch out over her knee. Of course, we are both very much aware of my erection as I lie there with my hard penis pressing against her nylons.
"The hairbrush is applied first. The initial strokes are quite light, causing a tingling and stinging sensation that is more irritating than painful. She keeps this up until my bottom is tender and pink all over, and I am beginning to squirm despite my efforts to hold still. There is a short pause and then she really goes to work with the brush. It burns and stings like fire, and I simply have to howl even at my age. There are no set number of strokes, and I usually get three to four minutes of good heavy spanking. Long before she decides to stop, tears are streaming down my face and I am writhing like a well spanked little boy.
"She then sets the hairbrush aside and reaches for the razor strap. Mother really knows how to apply that strap, and each stroke stings unmercifully. It hurts so much that I wind up blubbering like a baby while that strap is being put to me. Mother never counts the strokes and doesn't stop until I am thoroughly reddened and blistered on both sides. After a strapping like this, my buttocks are on fire for hours and sitting down is difficult for some time.
"As soon as the correction is finished, I get to my feet and mother also stands up. Despite the burning pain in my buttocks, I still have a full erection. Mother gives me a warm hug and kiss and, complimenting me for taking it like a man, slips one hand down over my penis. She will stroke me off right there on the spot, using a handkerchief to catch my ejaculation. She has been doing this for several years now, and at times I think she enjoys it nearly as much as I do. However, she has never encouraged or permitted any other sexual activity.
"When mother is away, my sister Fran is in charge. She has her old sorority paddle hanging on a hook on the wall. As I indicated earlier, she can be extremely bossy and demanding when she wants to be. When she is in one of those moods, I know I will wind up getting a good bottom warming from her. For the past couple of years, those sessions in her bedroom have really been sexy and I must admit that I don't put up any fuss when she grabs my hand and starts leading me up to her bedroom.
"Once we are in her room, she will say something like: 'You've been a smarty pants with me long enough today, mister, and now you're really going to have to eat pussy! I can see from that big lump in your pants that you really want to do that too! Now get your clothes off---all of them. Hurry up, too!'
"While I am disrobing, she will get her paddle off the hook and start brandishing it about, continuing to berate me verbally as she does so. When I am nude she will make me stand there while she walks around me, smacking my bottom briskly with her paddle. The paddlings vary in severity but I always get a good sound workout. Before long, my bottom feels afire and I am blinking back tears. Finally, she will order me to go stand in the corner with my face to the wall. While I am standing there, she removes her clothing and stretches out on the bed. Finally, she will say: 'Come over here and eat me just like I want!'
"She is really an inviting picture with her pretty legs apart and that brown nest completely on view. As I am kneeling at her feet, she will warn me to do it exactly right or I'll get some more of the paddle. Slipping my hands under her hips, I lean forward and lower my face to her pussy. I begin kissing and licking her all over, and it isn't long before she is sopping wet and breathing hard. In a very few moments she reaches an intense orgasm, hooking her legs around me and holding me against her until the shudders have subsided.
"Afterwards, she is always in a less bossy mood and has me stretch out on the bed beside her. Most of the time, she will use her hand to stroke me off. However, once in awhile she will permit me to have intercourse with her. Sometimes as a 'reward' for this, she will make me promise to go down for her any time she says during the next few days."
CASE HISTORY NO. 11
Thalie G. is an attractive platinum blonde, a former high school teacher who is now a housewife. By her own admission, she is a female sadist. She has trained her sixteen-year-old nephew to suit her own particular requirements. It goes without saying that the boy has developed deeply masochistic tendencies after there years of living with his aunt. In the following report, Thalie describes her systematic "training sessions" with the boy:
"I am in favor of extremely strict discipline and for some time now have been conducting regular training sessions for my nephew twice each week, on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. The boy is quite well adjusted to this and accepts it. After school on Wednesday and after he has finished his chores on Saturday afternoon, I make him report to me attired only in a flimsy pair of pink panties. Needless to say, he is delightfully embarrassed and shamefaced on such occasions, and I have numerous cutting comments designed to make him blush all the more.
"I have him stand in front of me while I sort of outline the session coming up. I should explain that on such occasions I regularly wear a short sleeveless navy blue dress, black nylons and pumps. I keep my legs crossed quite casually, letting the skirt hike up past the tops of my nylons. The boy can't keep his eyes off of me while I'm talking to him, and it isn't long before the pink panties are showing a distinctly masculine bulge.
"When I am ready I take him to the guest bedroom upstairs. I keep a sorority-type paddle here for this one purpose. I take the paddle and sit on a plain chair, once again letting my skirt ride up over my nylons. At my command, the boy must kneel and kiss my feet. Most of the time, he is simply required to plant a kiss on each foot. However, depending on my mood, he may be required to kiss my pumps and stocking feet all over for several minutes. He is extremely flushed and humble after this.
"I then sit on the outer edge of the chair, and pull my skirt up around my waist. On such occasions, I never wear any panties. On my command, the boy must commence kissing and licking me between my legs exactly as I instruct. He of course has been taught just how to do it. Normally, I don't have him bring me to a climax at this point but simply have him get me heated up and in the mood for the session to follow. As I become moist, I smear his face in it real good so that he will have me all over him during the session that follows.
"At this point, I abruptly tell him to stand up in front of me. He invariably has a full erection pressing against his panties by this time. I never hesitate to chide him about it at length, telling him that it shows how much he approves of my system of training him. I then make him remove the panties and kneel on all fours on the floor with his chest lowered over a hassock. I then take the paddle and go to work.
"I smack with a firm paddle stroke, allowing a brief interval between each spank. As his bottom turns red, he wriggles and howls and eventually bawls and pleads with me to stop. For some reason, there is something about the sight of a well build young man with reddening buttocks and erect penis tearfully writhing under my paddle that really sets me off. Sometimes I have an orgasm while I'm putting the paddle to him. Other times I'll abruptly stop, stand in front of him and make him lick my pussy until I climax. There have been times when I have reached several climaxes during one session.
"When I am thoroughly satisfied, I sit down and light up a cigarette. The boy is required to stand in front of me and masturbate himself to a climax. He is delightfully embarrassed, of course, and I keep urging him on by telling him that only in this way can he prove how thrilling he thinks I am. Afterwards, depending on my mood, I may have him perform cunnilingus again. After the session is over, he must put on the panties again and wear them until bedtime. During this time he may be required to perform other servile tasks for me."
CASE HISTORY NO. 12.
In the following report, a woman living in the Midwest describes the disciplinary methods employed by her next door neighbor:
"I must say that I am a little shocked but also intrigued by the disciplinary methods employed by my next door neighbor, Eileen, a tall, extremely attractive brunette in her late thirties. She has a stepson of seventeen, who is quite a good looking young man. As the boy's father travels extensively, Eileen has taken complete charge of the boy at home. She and I visit back and forth frequently and she has never hesitated to describe her methods to me in the greatest detail, although at times I have to blush at her descriptions.
"She has very clear rules for him to follow, which are written out so there will never be any misunderstanding. Any violation means a session in private with Eileen in the master bedroom. She keeps a wooden paddle conveniently located in one of her vanity drawers. She sits down at her vanity table, gets out her paddle and sets it atop the vanity. She then pulls her skirt and slip up out of the way, revealing stocking tops and bare thighs.
"The boy is required to stand at her right side, keeping his hands at his sides. He becomes quite red in the face as she prepares him for his spanking by unfastening his pants and lowering them along with his undershorts. Despite his embarrassment, he normally has a promising erection by this time. After baring him completely, Eileen will sometimes make him stand there for several minutes, scolding him and chiding him at length. She will deliberately make very pointed remarks, telling him that he must make it very stiff before going across her pretty lap. With her personal comments and glances as well as her exposed thighs leading him on, it isn't long before he has a pulsating erection.
"She then spreads her long legs slightly apart to hold him easier. He then goes over her lap with his erect penis between her thighs. When he is in the right position, she instructs him to grasp one of the vanity table legs with his left hand. He is then told to grasp her left ankle with his right hand, and is warned not to cause a run in her stocking. He is ordered very emphatically not to let go with either hand until the spanking is concluded. He is also admonished to take it 'like a man' by keeping his penis stiff throughout, and is warned not to have an 'accident'--a euphemism for an orgasm.
"With that she picks up the paddle and goes to work on his bare bottom. She takes her time about it and applies the paddle with loud smacks. He tries to take it as quietly as possible, although there are squirms and gasps right from the beginning as the paddle makes its point. As his bottom begins to get bright red all over, there are howls and tears and eventually pleas for her to stop. She doesn't count the spanks but estimates that an average spanking consists of about sixty firm paddle smacks. Although he is sobbing very heavily afterwards, he still has a full erection when he gets off Eileen's lap.
"While he stands there trying to rub some of the sting out of his bottom, Eileen removes her clothing and stretches out on her back on the bed. The boy must kneel between her legs and perform both cunnilingus and anilingus as she directs. While doing her bidding, he is required to masturbate to a climax. If, as often happens, he gets another erection he may be required to masturbate again or this time Eileen may relent and use her own hand on him."
CASE HISTORY NO. 13.
The type of intimate family discipline described in these chapters is normally a private matter that is hardly ever witnessed by outsiders. However, in the following report, a young woman describes a home discipline session that she was permitted to witness:
"While visiting a friend sometime ago, I was surprised but delighted to witness a home disciplinary session. My friend Adele is a well-to-do divorcee in her late thirties, an extremely attractive redhead who at one time was a model. She has a nephew of sixteen living with her. Adele has an extremely dominating personality and has the boy firmly under her control. During my week's visit, she found it necessary to discipline him for some offence. Although she has hinted rather broadly to me in the past about her methods, it was still something of a shock even though I must admit that I watched the whole thing in utter fascination.
"After a pointed scolding in front of me and a young colored maid, who appeared to be in her early twenties, the boy was sent to an upstairs room in the company of the maid. A few minutes later Adele invited me to accompany her to the room, suggesting that I might be interested in observing her sophisticated methods in action. I held back at first, but she informed me that I wouldn't be the first visitor who had been given this privilege. A little reluctant but extremely curious, I went along with her.
"The sight was quite astonishing. The room was brightly lit but completely devoid of furniture save for a straight-backed chair placed in the center of the room. I later learned that this room was used only for the discipline sessions. The boy was standing beside the chair, head hanging and flushed with embarrassment. I saw that his hands had been tied behind his back. This had obviously been done by the maid, who was standing nearby with a knowing smile on her face. To my surprise, I detected a quite obvious lump in his pants.
"With calm self-assurance Adele walked over to the boy and promptly proceeded to unfasten his belt and then unzip his fly. He blushed warmly but stood there very meekly as his trousers were allowed to drop. His thin cotton shorts were really bulging, and I could see the maid smirking as we all looked at him. Without further ado, Adele grasped the waistband of his shorts and quickly yanked them right down. I know that I blushed at the sight of his erect penis, though of course I wasn't nearly as embarrassed as he was. He looked thoroughly shamefaced as we all stared at him.
Adele glowered at him. 'Well, I see you got yourself all hot and sexy just thinking about your spanking, didn't you?' she scolded in a severe voice. 'You know what that means you have to do for me, don't you?'
"He looked quite distressed and nodded that he understood. 'But please... not... in front of ...' he pleaded.
"Telling him to be quiet, Adele began removing her clothes and handing them to the maid. To my surprise, she removed everything except a white satin garter belt and beige hose. She has a lovely figure with long, lithe legs and full breasts. Looking quite self-confident as we all stared at her, she seated herself on the chair and spread her long legs wide apart, exposing fully the tuft of red hair. 'You know what you have to do!' she imperiously told the blushing boy.
"He swallowed very hard and cast a shamefaced glance in my direction. After a long pause, he slowly sank to his knees before her. With my heart in my throat I stared as he leaned forward and pressed his face into the patch of red hair. From the comments that Adele had made to me in the past, I wasn't totally unprepared for this but the sight of that young man licking his pretty aunt's vulvar groove was still something of a shock to me and I felt my pulse quicken noticeably. Adele looked thoroughly pleased with herself as he submissively caressed her most intimate parts. From time to time, he would cast quick, shamed glances at me and the maid as if to see if we were watching his performing so abjectly. The maid, I might add, was smiling quite delightedly throughout the scene.
"Finally, Adele nodded toward the maid who promptly exited from the room, carrying Adele's clothing with her. While she was gone he continued orally caressing Adele's groove, and I could hear a few slurping sounds as the area became quite obviously moist. In a moment the maid returned, carrying a black razor strap that appeared to be freshly oiled and fairly gleamed. I could feel my throat muscles tighten as the maid handed the strap to her mistress.
"Assisted by the maid, Adele pulled the young man over her left thigh until his hips were higher than the rest of his body and his head was hanging down nearly to the floor. Suddenly the ominous silence of the room was broken by the sound of the razor strap landing on his completely bare bottom in a regular pattern. With his hands tied and clothing at his ankles, the boy was helpless to resist. He took the strapping quietly at first although it was obvious that the strap stung.
"While the maid and I looked on, Adele proceeded to apply that strap liberally over his bare bottom. Unused to such a sight, I was surprised at how quickly his bottom turned pink and then red. It wasn't long before the smacking sounds of the strap were followed by moans and gasps from the boy, who was obviously trying to keep himself under control. Looking quite determined, Adele continued putting the strap to his reddening buttocks. Finally, he lost his pride and gave way to tears and howls, pleading with his aunt to stop.
"I couldn't help feeling some sympathy for his distress, but at the same time I was fascinated by the sight of such a well developed young man carrying on like a kid while his stern aunt applied the strap to his red, twisting buttocks. Once I glanced over at the maid and noticed that she was watching the spanking with obvious approval. The boy's howls and tears seemed to have no effect on Adele, who continued putting the strap to him again and again. I don't know how long it went on, but it must have been for at least five minutes. By the time she finished, the boy was howling in anguish and I was biting my nails. His bottom was a flaming red all over and it was obvious that he was simply burning up.
"As Adele handed the strap back to the maid, the boy slipped to his knees between Adele's knees. I noticed that his penis was still erect despite all he had been through. Without waiting to be told, he tearfully pressed his head between her legs and began licking her again. I noticed that Adele looked slightly flushed and a little excited. She nodded to the maid, who dropped to one knee behind the boy and untied his hands.
"Adele began to move her pelvis back and forth in response to the boy's caresses. 'All right, young man,' she told him. 'Start playing with yourself while we watch, but don't you dare come before I do!'
"I watched wide eyed as the young man began stroking himself while at the same time tonguing Adele between the legs. By this time she was a little breathless and squirming around on the chair. Finally, she uttered a delighted sigh and grabbed the boy's head and pressed it firmly against her. At the same time, I looked down to notice the white fluid spurting from his penis as he spent himself right on the floor. It was quite a sight and I felt almost hypnotized as I watched it.
"It was a couple of hours later when he joined us for dinner, looking very shamefaced and still red eyed from crying. As I later learned, the session I had witnessed was not at all unusual in this household. With her spacious home, Adele had set aside the upstairs room as the 'spanking room' and all sessions took place there. The young colored maid was a regular participant at every session, and the well oiled strap was the only punishment instrument ever used.
"As Adele had told me earlier, I wasn't the only lady visitor who had been privileged to witness the sessions. From time to time, several of her closest friends had been present when she put him through his paces."
CHAPTER V. COEDUCATIONAL SPANKING
In the previous chapters, we have reviewed modern spankings of teenage boys and girls as entirely separate matters. In homes where both teenage boys and girls are subject to discipline, parents and others in authority face certain problems that do not exist where only one sex is involved. In some such homes, these problems are minimized by handling all disciplinary matters in strictest privacy. In other homes, however, it is customary to punish teenagers in front of each other regardless of sex. Thus, Marie T., a housewife from Detroit, describes the disciplinary practices in their home:
"In our family spankings are traditional. Our Ted, 16, and Doris, 17, have been brought up to expect spankings regularly, including a sound spanking every Saturday evening regardless of whether or not they have misbehaved. We call these their 'just in case' spankings. Everyone in our family recognizes that spankings are quite sexy, particularly when well developed teeners are involved. However, we all think that this makes it more interesting for everyone. For the past couple of years, the procedure has been for my husband to spank Doris while I spank Ted.
"I always have dinner early on Saturday evenings. The kids are required to appear at dinner in special outfits. I make Ted wear very short, tight cotton pants with nothing beneath them, together with a white shirt and red bow tie. My husband makes Doris wear a big red hairbow, a very short and childish pink frock, nylon hose and white skimmers. Both kids look terribly cute and a little sexy in their outfits, and we can't resist teasing them. Ted is awfully self-conscious about those short and tight pants that outline everything, while Doris continually tugs at the hem of the brief frock that fails to cover her stocking tops.
"After dinner Ted and Doris are required to bring out their red paddles, which have their names written on them. We all then adjourn to the basement recreation room. I take Ted to a couch at one end of the room, while my husband escorts Doris to a chair at the opposite end of the room. I seat myself on the couch with Ted standing in front of me. On such occasions, I always wear dark brown or black stockings and short skirt which I deliberately pull back over my stocking tops. This not only gives Ted a nice view of the lap he is going to have to lie across, but also teases my husband a little across the way.
"By this time, Ted is looking delightfully flushed and those tight pants are really stretching in front. Deliberately taking my time about it, I unzip his pants and work them down his legs until they fall down to his ankles. Unhampered by the pants, that young peter of his just stands straight up in nothing flat. In the meantime, my husband has Doris stand in front of him and lift her frock to the waist while he slowly rolls her panties down. He generally removes them completely and rolls her stockings down just above the knees. Finally, her garter belt is unfastened and removed. She always gets delightfully wet between the legs when male hands prepare her for a spanking, and blushes prettily while standing there holding her frock up to expose her charms.
"At this point the youngsters have to turn over the paddles to us and bend over our laps for a spanking. Although Ted is a good sized boy I can still hold him comfortably, and of course both of us are quite aware of that stiff peter rubbing against my nylons. I apply the paddle just as hard as my husband does, so both receive nearly equal treatment. Neither of them is too grown up to avoid carrying on when the paddles are being applied, and the din can be something awful when two bare teenage bottoms are being warmed. Doris kicks her legs and thrashes furiously, and Ted is nearly as bad.
"We spank until their bottoms and upper thighs are fire red all over. The tears are flowing long before it is over. After the spankings are over, we keep them over our laps for the next five minutes for some intimate 'making up.' Both of them look terribly cute with their red spank spots sticking up like that, and my husband and I can't keep our hands off of them. I massage Ted's bottom and work my hands around until I am fondling and stroking that throbbing peter of his. I always keep a handkerchief handy to catch that load of semen he soon deposits on my lap. While that is going on, I can see Doris wriggling her hips furiously while my husband strokes and plays with her pussy until she climaxes.
"After this the youngsters are excused and go upstairs, usually leaving the house shortly for their Saturday evening dates. In the meantime, my husband and I remain in the recreation room for a delightful evening of sex. We take turns using the kids' paddles on each other and that makes both of us much more ardent. Thus, all four of us wind up with very red bottoms on Saturday night."
Marie's report illustrates some of the problems that can arise in families where both sexes are on the receiving end. These problems can best be posed by a series of questions. Should teenagers of opposite sexes be punished in front of one another? Should such punishment include sexual activities? Should teenagers of opposite sexes be permitted-- or required--to participate in sex acts with each other in connection with such disciplinary sessions?
The following case histories will reveal how some families have resolved these problems.
CASE HISTORY NO. 14.
Vickie G. is a pretty 19-year-old coed who lives with a spinster aunt. Her 18-year-old brother, who attends the same college, also lives with them. Their aunt is a discipline-minded registered nurse whose disciplinary practices are described by Vickie in the following report:
"Our Aunt has been looking after us for the past couple of years. She has been good to us and is paying our way through college. However, she has really been strict with us. Neither of us knew a thing about old fashioned discipline until we moved in with her, but we soon found out! Both of us were really shocked at some of her ideas at first, but she has always made it clear to her that we'll have to do things her way if we wish to stay with her. When Aunty makes up her mind that one or both of us require discipline, my brother and I both know that it useless to try to talk her out of it.
"All punishment sessions take place right in the living room with the shades drawn, but with the lights on full. No company is ever present, but even at our grown up ages we still get disciplined right in front of each other! Aunty insists on this as she believes in making an 'example' out of the culprit. At such times, Aunty invariably wears a crisp white nurse's uniform together with white hose and shoes, all of which make quite a contrast with her jet black hair and eyes.
"The culprit is required to bring Aunty's old wooden hairbrush from her bedroom. After handing the hairbrush to her, you are simply told to prepare yourself. We both know what that means. For my brother, it means dropping his pants and shorts to his ankles and tucking his shirttails up out of the way. For me, it often means unhooking my stockings and lowering my girdle as well as my panties, and then holding my skirts up out of the way. As many times as it's happened, my brother still blushes just as much as I do on such occasions.
"Then it's face down over Aunty's knees while she sits on the couch. In my opinion there is no more horrible sensation in the world than going across the knee and feeling your bottom sticking up unprotected for all to see, while knowing that it is going to get spanked something awful with that old hairbrush. Like most girls I'm a little heavy back there and, even though it's always a family affair, it just kills me to have to expose myself like that. I can't speak for my brother, but I can say that he is about as red-faced as can be when he assumes the position over her knee.
"Aunty has a strong right arm and can really land a spank with that hairbrush of hers! It stings and burns and smarts like the dickens. I've never even tried to be any kind of heroine about it, and squeal and cry right from the beginning. My brother does try to control himself, but it doesn't take Aunty long to get to him the way she goes at it. It isn't long before he forgets his masculine pride, and cries just as I do.
"Those spankings just seem to go on and on until it seems like an eternity although it's really only several minutes. Her usual procedure is to spank the bottom all over soundly, then work well down the backs of both legs, and then finish with some more spanks on the bottom. By the latter stages of the spanking, both of us are blubbering like babies and just begging her to stop. It's a great relief when she finally sets the brush aside although we know there's more embarrassment in store for us.
"After the spanking we have to stay across her knees. She begins going over both of us with her hands, beginning by stroking and patting our bottoms and then working her hands over our sexual organs. She really knows how to do it and, despite the exquisite embarrassment of having to lie there while someone fondles your most intimate parts, we both get excited. My pussy gets warm and sticky while my brother gets a hardon. Aunty says that these reactions just prove that we approve of her spankings. She will continue playing with us this way until we climax right in front of everyone. At first, I had a great deal of difficulty about i but now I simply relax and let go.
"At this point, she gives us a choice of some more spanking or 'making up' to her. Although both of us had a great deal of difficulty doing this at first, these days we promptly slide off her lap to our knees in front of her to get it over with. Aunty pulls her uniform back over her white stockings, and spreads her plump thighs apart. She always wears white panties that are quite thin and show the black hair beneath them. While she lifts her hips slightly, we have to remove the panties for her.
"We then have to perform cunnilingus for her. Both of us blush with embarrassment as we have to use our tongues all over her vulva and inside as she directs. She really rubs our faces in it. For some reason, she even seems to take more delight in having me do it to her than my brother. She will hold my head down against her, squeeze me between her thighs and make cutting remarks that make me blush around her for hours afterward. It's a terrific relief when I feel her climaxing against my face and know that I will soon be released."
CASE HISTORY NO. 15.
In the following report, Carol N., a 17-year-old high school student, describes what happened when her cousin, a year older, moved in with them:
"Until last fall, I had never heard of spankings for teenage boys. However, I have heard a lot about spankings for teenage girls, as I happen to be a young lady of seventeen who has never been considered too old for a spanking. As much as I hate those horrible sessions, always skin bare and across mom's knees with that awful old hairbrush of hers, I will admit that a spanking makes me behave like a lady.
"Last fall, a cousin of mine, who is a year older than I, started boarding with us while attending college. I thought I would die the first time I got spanked after he moved in because I knew he could hear me carrying on and could probably even hear those loud smacks of mom's brush on my bare bottom. Afterwards, my cousin seemed to think that it was all quite amusing, but then mother told him that he wouldn't think it was so funny when he was on the receiving end.
"As I said, I had never heard of spankings for teenage boys and I was as amazed as he was. When he replied that he was too old for that, she remarked that she would see about that. I didn't think anything would ever come of it, and I don't think that he did either. Then came the night he came home with beer on his breath. Right then and there he learned that he wasn't too old to be spanked!
"Mother was simply furious when she called him into her bedroom. She had her hairbrush in hand, and there was no doubt in my mind what she was planning to do. She didn't close the door, and I remained in the hall where I could see and hear everything. When she told him to get his pants down, I think he was too stunned to do anything but obey. I didn't know boys were so modest and I couldn't avoid smiling when I saw how he was blushing. He was really cute.
"She sat down on the side of the bed and made him bend right down over her lap just like I have to do. She lost no time pulling his shorts down out of the way. You should have seen his horrified expression and the even redder blushes that followed! I had never dreamed of seeing a boy spanked like this, of course, and must admit that I was really looking forward to seeing it. I wasn't disappointed!
Believe me, mother really put that hairbrush to him but good. She spanked up one side and down the other, just like she does with me. I soon learned that boys aren't any braver about taking a spanking than girls. My cousin howled and carried on just like I do when that brush was being put to him, squirming and kicking and pleading with her to stop. Although I knew how much that hairbrush can sting and burn, he did look awfully cute carrying on like that and I really couldn't blame mother for giving him a good dose with the hairbrush. She must have used the brush for five solid minutes.
"His face was as red as his bottom when he stood up to replace his clothes. To my amazement, I noticed that his prick had worked up bone hard during that workout over mom's knees! Although he tried to conceal it, I could tell that mother was aware of it too. Remembering how he had been amused at my spanking, I deliberately gave him a knowing smile and smug look as he tearfully retreated to his room with an obvious bulge in his pants. Mother and I had a long talk about it afterward and, while nothing really specific was said, I could tell that she was quite intrigued by the masculine reaction he had shown.
"In the weeks that followed, my 'naughty' older cousin got considerably more spankings than I did. However, mother started closing the door when she took him to her bedroom and that spoiled the fun as far as I was concerned. However, one afternoon when I got out of school early, I heard some distinct noises from upstairs just as I was coming in the door. Obviously, they weren't expecting me that early and I decided to sneak up the stairs to see what I could. I can tell you that it was some revelation!
"The bedroom door was wide open and I could see everything. Mother was seated on the side of the bed with her legs wide apart and her dress up around her waist. Completely nude, my cousin was kneeling between her legs with his head buried right in her pussy! I gasped and stood there wide eyed, but they were too occupied to notice me. His head was moving back and forth and mother was looking down at him. I noticed her hairbrush at her side. She was fully clothed except for her panties, which were on the floor, and was even wearing her stockings. 'Lick me all over young man!' I heard her tell him sternly.
"My first reaction upon seeing them was that they were having an affair. However, when I realized that mother was still mostly dressed, had the hairbrush handy and was talking bossily to him, I realized that she was making him do that to her as part of his punishment! Now I realized why he got so many more spankings than I did! And of course it helped to explain why he went along so willingly when mother escorted him to the bedroom.
"I stood there transfixed as he continued to caress her orally. As he did so, mother kept chiding him at great length, telling him how ashamed he must be at having to go down for a woman and so on. Finally, she told him to get over her knee for his spanking. As he got into position over her lap, I could see that his prick was bone hard. She began spanking him leisurely but smartly with her hairbrush. He squirmed around on her lap under the hairbrushing, but there was a lot more to it than just discomfort! He was pumping his hips back and forth over her lap with continually, shorter and faster movements. She continued peppering him with the hairbrush. Suddenly he jerked and I saw the white stuff shoot over her thigh.
"I decided to sneak away before my presence was detected. While I was a little shocked by the whole thing, I was also quite intrigued. I'm not exactly a virgin and decided that it might be amusing if I tried to get something going with my cousin. During the next couple of weeks, I did such things as let him see me in bra and pants, deliberately let my skirts hike up while around him, and left my bedroom door open while removing my stockings after school. It wasn't too long before I could tell that he was noticing me. I began making some rather obvious comments about how excited he got when mother spanked him and hinted rather broadly that I knew quite a few details.
"One afternoon when he and I were alone in the house, I decided to see what might happen. Leaving my bra and panties off, I put on a flimsy summer dress together with a garter belt and some dark nylons. Picking up mom's hairbrush, I strolled into his room and gave him a knowing smile. 'I've decided that you need a spanking!' I told him. 'And since mother isn't here, I'm going to have to give it to you myself!'
"Naturally he was completely speechless and just stared at me. I sat down on the side of his bed, deliberately pulling my dress up until my stocking tops were on view. 'Hurry up and get ready!' I told him. 'I'm going to spank you exactly like mother does!'
"I emphasized the word 'exactly' and pulled my dress up a little higher. From where he was sitting, I'm sure that he could see that I was wearing no panties. I could see that his pants were beginning to bulge a little. 'Hurry up--take all your clothes off just like you do when mother spanks you!' I urged him.
"He didn't hesitate any longer. Standing up, he quickly started removing his clothes. In a moment he was standing there completely naked with his big prick standing straight up. I quickly yanked my dress up around my waist and spread my legs apart. I pointed toward my pussy with one finger. 'Start licking it all over--just like you do mother!' I told him.
"Looking a little embarrassed, he instantly knelt between my legs and pressed his lips against my vulva. Up to that point, it had just been a little teasing game that I really hadn't expected him to go along with, but when his tongue started going all over me it was something else! My cunt was hot and sticky in nothing flat. I don't know whether mother had taught him all those tricks or whether he had learned them some place else, but he really knew how to do it. I could hear his mouth smacking up my juices, and I was nearly breathless. I pulled back from him and quickly got out of my dress. 'Go ahead and fuck me!' I told him.
"He looked considerably surprised as I stretched out on the bed, my legs apart and drawn back at the knees. I was too sexed up to even take time to remove my garter belt and hose. In a few seconds he was mounting me, and I grabbed that sleek cock of his to help him get it started. I gasped as I felt it spreading the walls of my vagina. He shoved it in nearly to the cervix and started pumping back and forth. Boy, did he ever give it to me! I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on for dear life until we both climaxed.
"That was the beginning of a delightful affair that has been going on for several months now. We both still get spanked by mother, but today it has a different meaning for me. Whereas it used to be nothing but pain and blisters as far as I was concerned, today I get all sexed up just thinking about the things my cousin and I are going to do afterward and how he is going to lick my red bottom all over for me. And when he is in the bedroom with mother, I get all sexed up just thinking about what's going on. Afterwards, we play a little game where he shows me exactly what mother 'made' him do. Needless to say, there are quite a few occasions when he and I deliberately misbehave just to make things interesting."
CASE HISTORY NO. 16.
Jack and Judy R. are 16-year-old twins who are subject to discipline at home. In their case, the disciplinary duties are handled by their mother. Her sister Paula, an attractive divorcee of twenty-eight, lives in the same neighborhood and has often witnessed the punishment sessions. In the following report, Paula discusses her sister's methods and the relationship that has developed as a result:
"For several years my sisters employed what she describes as 'preventive spankings' on her twins, Jack and Judy. Every Saturday afternoon when all the chores and housework have been done, the twins get spanked. This happens regardless of whether they have done anything wrong. If I can arrange it, I always drop over in time to watch the session. Needless to say, the youngsters would prefer that I stay away but my sister doesn't mind.
"When the time comes, my sister gets her hairbrush and marches them down to the basement. They're old enough to be extremely embarrassed about it, especially if I'm around, but they have also been strictly brought up and know that it would only be worse for them if they made any objection. In the basement, my sister gives them a brief lecture on good behavior in general and then gives them the order to get ready.
"They know what this means and Jack blushes as much as Judy does--and with good reason! He has to lower his pants and shorts, and tuck his shirttails up out of the way all the way round. These days he invariably gets an erection which is quite impossible to conceal. Judy has to pull her dress and slip up around her waist, and lower her panties. She is also quite well developed and the scene the two of them present is very interesting indeed although, needless to say, acutely embarrassing for them.
"When they are both ready, my sister hands out the spankings. Sometimes she spanks Jack first while Judy watches, and at other times she spanks Judy first while Jack watches. She doesn't take turns so the twins never know in advance who will be spanked first. Naturally, both of them consider it preferable to be spanked first rather than to have to go through the additional ordeal of watching a spanking while awaiting a session with the hairbrush.
"Before administering the spankings, my sister usually removes her dress and hangs it up to avoid mussing it. She then pulls her slip up over her girdle, and sits down with her legs apart. On such occasions she always wears service weight stockings and needs them the way the twins squirm around on her lap. She has an excellent figure and this practice of hers, together with Judy's exposure, is I'm sure the main reason Jack gets so worked up on such occasions.
"The one to be spanked stands sideways between her legs, and bends over her left thigh. She closes her legs around them to cut out any kicking. When she uses the hairbrush on their bare bottoms when they're in that position, they howl as if they were six instead of sixteen I am always amazed at how quickly their bottoms redden under the hair-brushing. Although these spankings are given just as reminders, my sister always makes it a point to spank until the tears come. That always means two very rosy bottoms at the end of the session.
"I always find it terribly interesting to watch both of them getting spanked, but for different reasons. Judy is a very pretty little blonde and has a cute, softly rounded bottom. She looks absolutely delightful being spanked until her bottom is as red as her face. It's just as interesting seeing a well built young man like Jack being spanked the old fashioned way and seeing him carry on so boyishly. He always puts on quite an interesting show afterwards tearfully rubbing his fire red bottom with both hands while his red dong sticks straight out in full view. Judy and I neither one can take our eyes off of it, and I think even my sister gives it some interested glances now and then.
"In addition to these regular spankings, the two of them are also spanked for misdemeanors during the week. These spankings are longer and harder, sometimes even blistering. For this type of spanking, my sister makes the wrongdoer strip completely before going over her lap. Naturally that makes it considerably even more embarrassing for them. Judy even has to take off her bra to shame her. Spankings like this don't occur too often, for both Jack and Judy do their very best to keep the number to a minimum. However, they do happen and I have been privileged to see a few.
"Just a couple of weeks ago, for example, both of them got it but at different times. First, Jack got spanked for getting a poor grade on his report card. My sister made him strip right in the living room before going down to the basement. With myself and Judy, who was feeling quite smug and pleased about it all (having made all A's on her report card) looking on, he was beet red with embarrassment as he reluctantly removed his clothing. Finally, he sheepishly stood erect after discarding his shorts, looking wonderfully healthy and delightfully embarrassed about his stiff penis. My sister lost no time in marching him down the stairs, with Judy and myself following.
"In the basement, my sister didn't bother to remove her cotton housedress but simply unbuttoned it down the front and let it hang open. She then pulled her slip up out of the way and sat down. Knowing that he was really going to get it and that the best thing to do was to get it over with, he meekly positioned himself over her lap in the usual manner. A moment later his white bottom was sticking up prominently between her dark brown stockings, while Judy and I stood close by to watch the whole thing.
"She really spanked him but good. I have no idea how many times that hairbrush of hers came down on his bare bottom, but it was plenty! As his bottom got red, he howled and squirmed something awful. The redder his bottom got, the harder she seemed to spank. He sobbed and begged her to stop, but she just kept putting that hairbrush to him. By the time she decided that he had had enough, his buttocks were a fiery red and nicely blistered.
"When she released him afterwards, it was quite a sight to see. Even with three females standing there looking on, he simply had to stand there-rubbing his burning bottom with both hands without a stitch on. He had lost his erection during the spanking, but with Judy and I watching him with great interest it quickly formed up again. While my sister was noncommittal, Judy and I couldn't help smiling at this reaction.
"Judy however didn't have too long to smile for it was only a couple of days later when she was brought up short for disobeying her weekday curfew. After school on the day following the offense, my sister called her into the kitchen and ordered her to get ready. With both Jack and myself present, she had good reason to be embarrassed. Crimson, she slowly removed her dress and slip and stood there in bra, girdle, panties, shoes and stockings.
"Looking prettily self-conscious, she unhooked her stockings and let them slide down her bare legs, awkwardly pulling them off along with her shoes. She hesitated a moment, but apparently remembering her mother's inflexible rules on the subject, slowly and reluctantly removed her bra. She is quite well developed for her age, and naturally always finds it highly mortifying to have to expose herself. With a resigned sigh and a red face, she then pulled down her girdle and panties with one motion and stepped out of them. Completely nude she looked petite, afraid and delightfully shamefaced.
"Naked and shivering, Judy accompanied her mother down to the basement with Jack and myself following. With her pert little bottom quivering in anticipation of the spanking to come, she nervously bit on her nails, looking quite childlike and vet grown up at the same time. In a few moments, she was in the customary position over her mother's lap, with her bare legs clamped between her mother's thighs and her bare bottom sticking up higher than the rest of her body.
"My sister never plays any favorites when it comes to discipline, and she really put that hairbrush of hers to Judy's soft gluteals. From the beginning Judy squealed shrilly as the hard hairbrush landed on her tender bottom again and again. As her hips turned from pink to rosy red, she burst into tears and cried her eyes out during the remainder of the spanking. By the conclusion, she was the distressed owner of a pretty crop of blisters on a scorching fanny.
"When the spanking ended, the stinging pain made her do an impromptu version of the twist right there in front of us all. Forgetting all about her modesty, she tearfully stamped her feet and vigorously rubbed her burning bottom with both hands. The resulting display of jouncing breasts and brunette charms was both delightful and amusing for me and extremely interesting for Jack, whose thin cotton pants were simply bulging. Afterwards, in the kitchen Judy was required to replace her clothing. This included girdle and stockings, despite the discomfort involved.
"I might explain that birthday spankings have always been traditional with the twins. While such spankings are given good naturedly, they have to be taken somewhat seriously as my sister has always felt that such spankings provide an occasion to remind the youngsters that they aren't too old to be spanked. On their sixteenth birthday several weeks ago, my sister threw a surprise party for them. They received numerous gifts and had a wonderful time. Jack in suit and tie and Judy in a party dress, nylons and high heels both looked quite adult. During the party, my sister and I kept pretty much out of sight so as not to interfere with the fun.
"When the last guest had departed, Jack and Judy were called out to the kitchen. Seeing me there and knowing what was in store for them, they both blushed cutely. They nodded and reddened a little more when my sister good naturedly asked them if they weren't missing one usual birthday suit. Everyone was in a good mood, and Judy rubbed her bottom and gave an imitation shudder at what was going to come.
"This time my sister varied her technique slightly by placing two straight-backed chairs facing the wall right there in the kitchen. Jack bent over the back of one chair, trousers and shorts down. At his side Judy bent over the back of the other chair, her party dress up well out of the way, her black panties skinned down, with black nylons and garter belt outlining her pretty spank spot.
"Hairbrush in hand, my sister walked back and forth, applying a spank to each bottom cheek as she passed. They youngsters yipped and wiggled their upturned bottoms at each loud spank, which earned them considerable teasing from their mother and myself. Her rule for such occasions varies somewhat from the traditional, being one spank per year for each cheek, plus five to grow on and five to be good on. While she hummed and kidded and took her sweet time, she also counted the spanks aloud.
"While the spankings were given and taken with the best of spirits by all concerned, it was still not a light affair. Both bottoms got nice and red in the process, but both obediently kept their rear ends jackknifed upward as their mother wanted. This doesn't mean that there wasn't considerable wriggling and shaking, especially by Judy, and it was all quite amusing to watch. By the time the birthday spankings came to an end, Jack and Judy both had red rosy bottoms and neither could hold back a few tears.
"I must admit that for some time, I have been quite stimulated by the sight of Jack's young manhood on display during these spanking sessions. However, it wasn't until last week that I actually decided to do something about it. I happened to run into Jack on the street when I was coming home from work, and asked him if he would mind running an errand to the drug store for me. When he got to my apartment, I pretended that he had picked up the wrong item.
"While he apologized, I scolded him a little and remarked that at home he would probably get a spanking for something like that. He went red and continued to apologize. By this time I was seated with my skirt deliberately hiked up to the tops of my stockings, and had my legs crossed so that he could see everything. He was beginning to notice and I told him that perhaps I should give him a spanking. Becoming quite suggestive, I asked him if he didn't think my lap would be attractive to lie over for a spanking, remarking that my nylons were quite sheer compared to the service weights his mother always wore. He swallowed quite hard and I could see a nice lump forming in his pants.
"When I repeated my question, he finally stammered out an affirmative answer. 'Well, that settles it, young man,' I told him. 'I'm going to give you a spanking. Now take off all your clothes just like you do at home!'
"He hesitated for a moment as if to see if I were really serious; then started disrobing. In a moment he was standing there completely nude with his penis fully erect. I stood up and walked over to him. 'Now I'm going to take you into my bedroom for your spanking!' I told him.
"With that I promptly reached out and grasped his hard member with my right hand. He gasped with surprise and excitement as I gripped it firmly. Leading him by his erect penis, I took him into the bedroom. Continuing to hold it in my hand, I asked him if perhaps I shouldn't remove my dress the same way his mother always did to avoid mussing it. When he nodded, I stepped back and slowly removed my dress. I was wearing only a brief half-slip, together with bra, panties, garter belt and hose. He stared at me as I unhooked the half-slip and stepped out of it. Sitting down on the bed, I patted my thighs with both hands and told him to get into position over my lap.
"He didn't waste any time lowering himself face down over my thighs and the bed. I could feel his erect penis throbbing against me. I began smacking his bare bottom very lightly with my open hand, knowing that I was tormenting him a lot more than I was hurting him. As his bottom turned a little pink, he wriggled around on my lap embarrassed but obviously delighted at what I was doing him. Finally I stopped and told him: 'Jack, I'm afraid that I just haven't had enough experience spanking to make it effective. I'll have to punish you some other way. Now, get down on your knees in front of me!'
"Without saying a word he slipped off my lap to his knees in front of me, looking a little puzzled but obviously eager to go ahead with whatever I had in mind. I raised my hips up just enough to slide down my panties, and removed them while he stared at me with wide eyes. I sat on the very outer edge of the bed and spread my legs wide apart, so that his face was just inches from my pussy. 'Now, Jack, this is your punishment. You have to kiss and lick me there! Go ahead!'
"He swallowed hard and, after a long pause, slowly brought his face towards me. Rather timidly he pushed his lips through the hair and pressed them against my vulva. After a moment, he began licking me with his tongue all over. Encouraging him verbally and telling just exactly how to please me the most, I leaned back on the bed to enjoy his caresses. Once he overcame his initial shyness, he eagerly caressed me with his tongue and I could feel his fingers exploring me all over.
"As his tongue worked between the lips of my vulva to my most sensitive parts, I just dripped and I could hear his lips smacking up my juices. It wasn't long before I knew that I just had to have that big prick of his inside me. I quickly pulled away from him and stretched out on the bed, my legs apart and my pussy wet and heaving. 'Go ahead, Jack--I can't wait any longer!' I told him.
"He practically fell on top of me and began shoving that shaft of his inside me. While I dug my fingernails into his back and hooked my legs around him, he started pumping back and forth. I twisted my hips in every direction each time he slammed forward, gasping and continually demanding more. We both came with violent climaxes and lay there breathless on the bed. It was some time before he pulled it out.
"Neither of us were in any hurry to get dressed afterward, and I told him that he would have to come over more often for my brand of 'discipline.' That was a week ago and he has been here every afternoon since then. My only regret is that I didn't initiate him sooner."
CHAPTER VI. SPANKING AND PETTICOAT PUNISHMENT
The practice of dressing boys in girl's clothes, a form of discipline sometimes referred to as "petticoat punishment," is nothing new. English publications going back many years speak of the advantages of employing girl's clothing as a means of disciplining unruly boys. And in some families, petticoat punishment has been traditional for young males. However, until recent years there appears to have been a definite decline in the use of this form of discipline. However, for some unexplained reason, petticoat punishment has made something of a comeback in recent years.
Since women who employ petticoat punishment on their male charges normally combine this type of discipline with spanking, a book on modern spanking practices would not be complete without some discussion of this phenomena. In this chapter, we will restrict our review of petticoat punishment to cases involving teenage boys. However, it should be noted that dominant women often employ petticoat punishment on their submissive husbands and boyfriends. In fact, some such male "slaves" are permanently petticoated and must wear feminine clothing at all times when serving their dominant mistresses.
At the outset, it should be noted that the traditional practice of petticoat punishment places great emphasis on humiliation--often described as "beneficial humiliation." The embarrassed culprit is required to dress in a complete outfit of girl's clothes, often including panties, nylon hose and even high heels. He is urged to act girlish--swinging his hips when he walks and taking small, mincing steps. He may be called by a girl's name. With the accent on humiliation, it is not surprising that the young man is sometimes "shown off" to visitors. Since a number of women take an unholy delight in seeing a young man attired in feminine apparel, such sessions can prove quite an ordeal for the victim.
With the return of petticoat punishment in recent years, this form of discipline has evolved in a manner similar to the modern spanking practices discussed in the previous chapters. Thus, there has been considerably more sexual activity than in former years. However, women who impose this type of discipline almost always insist that their male charges adopt a passive, girlish role in keeping with their costuming. The victim may even be required to submit to "intercourse" with a dildo or other device. He may be required to perform cunnilingus even on female visitors observing his correction. If he gets an erection, he may be punished for it. In this connection, it should be noted that some women use girdles and other tight clothing to physically prevent erections from developing.
The following case histories provide some examples of these practices.
CASE HISTORY NO. 17.
Virginia C. is a divorcee in her late thirties who has one child, a young man of eighteen. In the following report, Virginia describes her version of petticoat punishment:
"I must say that I am amused when I hear teenagers complaining about discipline. Perhaps they would be interested in knowing that in our home there is one young man of eighteen who is regularly made to submit to the ordeal of petticoat punishment. This consists of an abbreviated pink frock with puffed sleeves, pink panties, nylon stockings held up by a garter belt, and patent pumps with three-inch heels! In fact, right at this moment, my thoroughly embarrassed young culprit is standing in the corner awaiting a spanking while attired in his girl's outfit!
"It might seem surprising that such measures would be employed on a boy of this age. However, I have found that such humiliating punishments are just the thing to keep him in line. Whenever he disobeys me or violates one of my rules, I make him put on the girl's clothes and submit to my discipline. He of course just hates to put on the girl's outfit, and there are always pleas to be spared. No matter how much he pleads, however, he always has to put on the outfit, take his spanking and any other punishments I impose, and remain 'petticoat-ed' until I release him.
"I don't always spare him simply because guests happen to be present. Instead, if I order him to do so, he must appear before them attired in the shameful costume. Needless to say, some of my lady friends find it thoroughly amusing to see a boy of this age being put through his paces. He, of course, is simply scarlet with shame on such occasions, but he knows better than to lose his temper. Instead, he must swallow hard and take the inevitable teasing in good grace.
"He usually isn't spanked or given other punishments in front of guests. Instead, after a period of time standing in the corner, he is removed to the study for the spanking. Although guests can't see him getting spanked, they can hear everything--my humiliating little commands as well as his outcries. Afterwards, still red eyed and smarting, he must suffer the indignity of going out and facing them. To add to his mortification, they can usually tell from my flushed and pleased expression and wrinkled skirt what my shamefaced culprit has been required to do.
"I have several close lady friends who are permitted to watch the punishment sessions. Needless to say, this increases the shame considerably. The most usual visitor is a young widow who lives next door. Others who have seen him punished are his music teacher, one of his school teachers and two members of my bridge club. I don't suppose I need to say that they all find my methods highly interesting. A couple of them have even let me know that they would be glad to take over if I had to go out of town for awhile.
"I administer all spankings in the old-fashioned over the knee style, as I believe that is by far the most embarrassing position. Before sitting down, I lift my skirt to around my stocking tops and then sit down with my legs apart. At my command, he must endure the humiliation of gathering his little frock up to the waist while I skim down his panties. He then stands between my legs and bends over my left thigh. I then clamp my right leg round him, leaving his bare hips jackknifed upward over my lap in exactly the right position. "I then go to work with the hairbrush, supplementing each stroke with scolding, shaming comments. I don't count the spanks. In short order, I have a red bottomed and tearful young boy-girl. As the hairbrushing continues and each stroke adds more heat to his already stinging bottom, he yelps and cries and pleads with me to stop. I finally pause with the hairbrush and ask him to describe just exactly what he will do if I do stop spanking him. He knows what I mean, too! Even when we're alone, he has difficulty actually saying it. When one or two of my friends are watching, I sometimes have to keep putting the hairbrush to him until he says what I want.
"When I release him, he slides off my lap to his knees in front of me. I pull my skirt and spread my legs apart. Normally, I will have removed my panties before the session. He must then endure the humiliation of paying tribute to my feminine charms! He, of course, is just crimson with shame when he has to do that and naturally it's quite amusing and delightful to watch him shamefacedly caressing me with his tongue. It's doubly humiliating for him if one or more of my lady friends is standing there smirking and tittering. I always make him bring me to a climax. He must wear his girl's outfit until bedtime afterward and, needless to say, he looks thoroughly shamefaced and penitent during this time."
CASE HISTORY NO. 18.
Marge G. is a 35-year-old schoolteacher, who has a very dominant personality. Her 17-year-old nephew, who has been living with her for four years, has been brought completely under her control. Marge uses her own version of petticoat punishment, mixed with spankings and sexual humiliations, to keep him in line. Here is Marge's report:
"At least once a week my nephew is required to report to me attired solely in a shamefully brief chemise, bearing my old sorority paddle, and humbly request correction. This has been going on for four years now, and will continue indefinitely. Indeed, my blushing and very downcast penitent is standing in the middle of the room this minute, self-consciously tugging at the hem of his short chemise that ends much too high for boyish modesty! He is delightfully embarrassed, of course, and he knows that he is going to be much more embarrassed by the time I get through with him this evening.
"A couple of noisy training sessions after he first moved in with me soon convinced him that it was better to submit quietly when ordered to do so. When instructed to strip and put on his training chemise and fetch the paddle, he always does so meekly and without question despite the intense humiliation involved. As I indicated earlier, this occurs at least once a week and sometimes more often. I make no exceptions even in the summer when we're on vacation, as a training session can easily be held in a summer cottage or motel room.
"There is no set pattern to a training session, so he never knows quite what to expect when he blushingly reports to me in his brief attire. I usually schedule a training session to last from seven to ten p.m. During this time he is required to obey a series of humiliating commands without question, being subjected at all times to continual supervision, bossing, scolding, ridiculing and very cutting comments. Foot kissing, paddling and sex discipline are essential parts of any session.
"A training session usually commences with a very humbling foot kissing ceremony. When I slip off my pumps and stretch out my stocking feet, he doesn't have to be told what to do. Despite the deep humiliation he obviously feels, he submissively kneels before me and abjectly begins kissing my stocking feet all over. This can go on for up to ten minutes, and he knows that he had better not overlook one square inch of my feet. Needless to say, I have plenty of cutting comments for him as he performs this humble task.
"After this, I have a number of games designed to humble him thoroughly. I have numerous tricks for him to perform and he never knows what to expect next. One of my favorites is to make him circle the room a dozen times or more girl-style, that is, on tiptoe with short, mincing steps and swinging hips. Although it embarrasses him nearly to death, my paddle is there to encourage hips that don't wiggle enough so he always puts on a very amusing show despite himself. I also use mirror punishments. He is required to stand looking at himself in a full length mirror, marching in place in his shameful chemise. I may add lipstick and make him kiss his own image in the mirror.
"Under my close supervision, he may then have to do a very embarrassing series of exercises. The most embarrassing exercise for him, however, is the one that begins with the command 'Play with yourself!' Standing in front of me, he must stroke his penis until it is rigid. While he blushes warmly, I order him to be sure and keep it stiff like that for the rest of the rest of the session to show how much he approves of my training. Of course, from time to time it will start to dangle and I'll give him one of those looks that means he had better start using his hands on himself again.
"Following this comes the humiliating order to bend over the hassock. The little chemise is so short that it doesn't even get in the way, so I work on the completely bare bottom. I have a strong right arm and the smack paddling that ensues is a long, hot burning session for his bare nates! I can assure you that he is no hero about having his bottom set on fire. As his bottom turns bright red, there are howls and tears and frantic pleas for mercy. I keep up a running fire of comment, chiding him about his reaction to the spanking. By the time I finally stop I have a young man with a thoroughly reddened, burning, throbbing pair of buttocks who can neither sit down nor stand still!
"I make him remain in position over the hassock while I bring out a large red dildo I keep handy. He really howls when I promptly dilate his anus with it, sticking it several inches into him. Telling him that now he knows how some poor girl feels, I warn him not to let it slide out under any circumstances. I hold it there until he reaches back with one hand to hold it himself. "I then strip off my panties and stretch out on the couch with my skirt up to my waist. He must crawl to me and abjectly start kissing my pussy. While he is doing that, he must use one hand to hold the dildo in place and the other hand to play with himself! I have a mirror arranged so that I watch him playing with himself. By this time I already pretty worked up and wet between the legs, and it doesn't take him long to bring me to a delightful climax. He has been taught to hold back his own climax until I am ready for mine so that I can enjoy the sight of his spurting fluid.
"I always bring the training session to a close with another foot kissing session, and for this I usually remove my hose."
CASE HISTORY NO. 19.
"I have long been interested in the subject of feminine domination. In the West last summer I was lucky enough to witness a 17-year-old boy being given strict discipline by his sophisticated stepmother, a pretty young woman whom I took to be around thirty-two. She turned out to be one of those modern young women who believe in the 'total' effect in discipline--punishment uniform, special punishment rules, spanking and sex humiliations. A lady whom I was visiting and another lady observed the discipline session.
"When the three of us arrived, I will never forget the sight as our attractive hostess led us into the living room. The young man was there, standing meekly in the center of the room. He was attired in what I later learned was his regular punishment uniform. This consisted of a girl's white blouse with long, frilly sleeves, white kid gloves, tight black skirt that came only to midthigh, black nylon stockings over clean shaven legs, and patent leather pumps with very pointed toes and three inch high spike heels. His dark hair had been done up in little braids and tied with various colored ribbons. He wore bright orange lipstick and a pair of overly large earrings.
"The sight of a well developed young man in such outlandish attire caused the three of us to break into laughter, and there were a number of cutting comments. He blushed furiously, but said nothing and remained standing meekly. As I had not met our hostess before, she suggested that we all sit down and get better acquainted. As we sat around talking, none of us could take our eyes off of him. He of course was keenly aware of our attentions and was delightfully embarrassed by them. The conversation soon got around to our hostess' ideas on discipline, which she discussed frankly and in the most intimate terms. Needless to say, he blushed scarlet during this discussion.
"We were soon given a demonstration of how well trained he was. Our hostess produced a sorority-type paddle and, tapping him lightly on the hips with it, ordered him to walk for us. She very pointedly reminded him to act real girlish--to swing his hips when he walked and to take very short steps. Shamefaced and blushing hotly, he began circling the room, doing his best to follow her instructions. The sight of a boy trying to walk so girlishly was quite amusing, of course, and the three of us couldn't hold back our smiles and amused comments, which only added to his embarrassment. I was surprised that he could walk so well in heels, but it was obvious that his stepmother had trained him very well.
"Under the watchful eye of our hostess, he slowly circled the room a number of times. She finally sat down and, removing her shoes, extended her well groomed stocking feet. At her command he walked over to her, whereupon she snapped her fingers and pointed toward her feet. Without hesitation he knelt before her, took her stocking feet in his hands and started kissing them all over. While the three of us watched with great interest, she leaned back in her chair and haughtily watched as he blushingly kissed her stocking feet repeatedly. The foot kissing session went on for what must have been ten minutes, and by the end of that time he must have kissed both feet all over several times.
"The workout with the paddle came next. Scarlet with shame, he was led to a chair in the center of the room arid compelled to bend over the back of it. Our hostess promptly lifted the short skirt, revealing pretty black panties and garter belt. Of course, there were murmurs and pleased comments from us visitors, which I am sure he was very much aware of. With deliberate slowness, our hostess , I began working the panties down from his hips, chiding him about having his bare bottom smack paddled in front of three women.
"The bare bottom paddling that followed was something to see, I can assure you. Our hostess was obviously quite experienced with the paddle, and each well placed swat landed with a loud smacking sound. He bore the correction very submissively, but cried like a little boy throughout. When the paddling came to a halt, his bottom was fire red and obviously burning up. Although I watched the correction with my heart in my throat, I thoroughly enjoyed it and I am sure that my two companions felt the same way.
"After replacing the boy's panties and allowing him to straighten up, our hostess turned to us with a wide smile and announced: 'As you can see, this young thing admires feminine clothes so much that he loves to wear them. But he also admires feminine charms so much! Now, each of you is invited to take him into the spare bedroom, where he'll be delighted to show you how much he admires you!'
"Naturally, the three of us just shrieked at this announcement, while the boy flushed deeply and stared at the floor. My two companions were quick to take advantage of this offer. Each of them spent about fifteen minutes in the spare bedroom with him, and returned looking happily flushed with their skirts a little wrinkled. Between trips to that room, he was scarlet and could look no one in the eye.
"Finally it was my turn to be alone with him in the spare room. He kept his eyes averted as I gave him a knowing smile. Grasping the hem of my skirt and slip, I slowly pulled them up to my waist and asked him if he would mind getting me ready himself. He quickly knelt in front of me and removed my shoes, stockings, girdle and panties. Keeping my skirts up out of the way, I stretched out on the bed with my legs apart.
"Without hesitation, he knelt on the bed between my legs and lowered his blushing face to my pussy. He began kissing me all over, and it was obvious that his stepmother had really trained him well in this area. Slipping his hands under my hips to hold me up slightly, he began tonguing me all the way up and down from my vulva clear back to my anus. Naturally, it didn't take much of this to get me wet and breathless. As I began working my hips back and forth, he used his fingers to pull the lips of my vulva apart and plunged his tongue between them. I promptly went off with a bang, squeezing his head between my thighs and holding him there until I calmed down. He meekly replaced my clothes for me afterward, looking flushed and never once looking me in the eye.
"Afterwards, a bridge table was set up for the four of us in the living room, and we were waited upon by our appropriately attired boy-girl. He served refreshments, lighted our cigarettes, emptied the ashtrays and so forth, just as efficiently as any maid. He of course was delightfully shamefaced throughout, but just as meek as can be imagined. We visitors couldn't help teasing him considerably, and there were several very pointed remarks about the intimate way he had serviced us in the bedroom, which naturally added to his embarrassment. Despite all of his mortification, however, I did notice that the front of his skirt did show a distinctly unfeminine bulge, which I suppose was proof of his approval of his stepmother's methods."
CASE HISTORY NO. 20.
"My long time friend, Janet, is a widow of around forty, who is rather well off financially. She is the domineering type, and is a firm believer in strict discipline for adolescent boys. She has put her ideas into practice with her son, who is going on seventeen and is a tall, well matured boy. I can certify that he is under extremely strict discipline at home. While spending a week visiting them last winter, I was privileged to witness an incident that revealed the full extent of her control over him.
"In my presence one afternoon Janet informed her maid, Lola, that the boy was to be punished for disobedience. I listened closely as she told Lola that he was to be put into his 'punishment uniform' as soon as he arrived home from school. I might explain that Lola is an extremely attractive young Negro girl in her twenties, who works full time as Janet's maid and has her own room in the house. While working she always wears a very trim black maid's uniform that is fashionably short, black hose and heels with white apron and cap.
"The boy arrived home around four, and Lola immediately took him in hand. They were gone for some little time, and it was difficult for me to suppress my curiosity when Janet remarked that it was customary for Lola to assist with disciplinary matters. Around five Janet suggested that we retire to the den for a pre-dinner cocktail. A few minutes later the boy appeared, followed by a smiling Lola. To my astonishment, I learned what Janet had meant when she had referred to his punishment uniform. It was that and then some!
"He wore a huge red hair ribbon and earrings, and was heavily made up. He had on a white taffeta blouse, trimmed in lace. His trousers were extremely short, skintight and appeared to be of black velvet. On his long, clean shaven legs he was wearing girl's black nylon stockings held up by a black garter belt. The trousers were so short that they failed to cover the stocking tops or the supporters. To top it off he had on high heeled, pointed toe black patent leather pumps.
"He was scarlet with shame beneath his makeup as he entered our presence. What a sight he made! I could hardly restrain my astonished gasp as he blushingly walked over to where his mother was seated, his eyes riveted on the floor. Needless to say, it was readily apparent that Janet really had him under strict control and that she really knew how to get results. I couldn't think of any costume that could possibly make a boy his age look and feel so sissyish, so unmasculine and so undignified; particularly when seen by a visitor such as myself.
"While he stood shamefacedly in front of his mother, she sat there with her shapely legs crossed lecturing and chiding him at length. While she scolded him, Lola stood quietly at one side, looking extremely pleased about the whole affair. I had been paying so much attention to the boy that I had failed to notice that Lola was carrying a bright red wooden paddle. Ordinarily that would have astonished me, but after seeing the boy's costume it wasn't so unexpected.
"When Janet concluded her lecture, she ordered him to walk up and down and turn for us. His velvet pants fit his hips like a glove, and the spike heels caused him to mince as he walked. His face was beet red even through the makeup, and he couldn't have looked more embarrassed as the three of us watched him parade back and forth. I might add that it was evident that he had been trained to walk as easily on high heels as any girl. His mother must have made him walk for five minutes in front of us, and it must have seemed a lot longer to him.
"Next, Lola placed a chair out in the middle of the room. To my surprise Lola herself sat down on the chair, paddle in hand, her legs apart and her short skirt riding up several inches to give a pretty picture of nyloned ebony legs. I gasped as I realized that Lola was going to administer the spanking! As he slowly walked over to the young maid, the boy suddenly broke his silence and begged to be taken to his room. In reply his mother told him that humiliation was part of his punishment, and that he was going to be spanked on the spot.
"While he stood there scarlet with shame, Lola deliberately unfastened and lowered the short pants. Beneath them he wore pink nylon panties! They were almost diaphanous and the outline of his maleness was quite apparent. Lola then calmly patted one nyloned knee as a signal for him to get into position. With deep humiliation written all over his face, he lowered himself over her lap. As he groaned with despair and I watched with astonishrnent, Lola began to peel down the pink panties! Soon he was completely bare from garter belt to the tops of his stockings. His clean shaven bottom looked almost girlish. (I later learned that Lola shaved his bottom before every spanking!)
"I sat there transfixed as she completed the preparations. From Lola's practiced attitude, it was apparent that she was quite used to all of this. She promptly went to work with that red paddle, smacking first on one side and then the other with firm strokes that smacked loudly against his bare flesh. I was amazed at how quickly his bottom reddened under the smacks. Although he squirmed as the paddle was put to him, he did his best to take it without losing his composure.
"As his spank spot began to get good and red, he started wriggling and gasping more and more. Finally, he burst into tears and began kicking his legs like any well spanked youngster. What a sight he made with his long legs outlined in the black nylon stockings! As Lola continued to put the paddle to him, he begged her to stop and promised to do anything she said. It was really a revelation to see what that paddle could accomplish.
"Before she stopped, his bare bottom was a fiery red. Finally the spanking was over, but the indignities weren't. He tearfully slid off of Lola's lap to his knees in front of her. Her uniform had worked up over the darker parts of her stockings, exposing a couple of inches of bare thigh, but she made no effort to pull it down as she looked down at the boy with a knowing smile. Janet stepped forward and regarded him with a severe expression on her face. 'Show Lola how much you appreciate the paddling!' Janet told him. 'Kiss her feet!'
"Sniffling and looking quite embarrassed, he meekly kissed Lola's feet just above the vamp of her shoes. 'Now kiss her lap!' Janet ordered him. Looking quite flushed, he kissed the heavier part of her nylons. At a nod from Janet, Lola spread her pretty legs and pulled her uniform up to her waist. To my surprise, she wore no panties. We all stared at the tuft of kinky black hair and the pink lips that were quite apparent. 'Kiss her down there!' Janet demanded.
"While I watched with amazement, he slowly leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Lola's pink cunny! He started to draw back but Janet stopped him. 'No, keep doing it!' she ordered. 'Kiss and lick her all over down there until she tells you to stop!'
"I was too dumbfounded to do anything but stare as the shamefaced boy paid tribute to Lola's dusky charms. Sitting on the outer edge of her chair to give him full access, Lola looked thoroughly pleased and occasionally moved her hips in response to his caresses. Janet returned to her chair and resumed her earlier conversation with me as if nothing were happening, although I couldn't take my eyes off the spectacle in front of us. Once he began he never lifted his face from Lola's ebony nest, and from time the sucking and smacking sounds were quite audible. Finally, Lola jerked spasmodically and abruptly pushed his head away.
"As he obeyed Janet's order to get up, his erection became apparent to everyone. While we all stared at him, Janet angrily announced: 'What do you mean by that? Lola, take him out and see to it that he gets rid of it! And don't you give him any help either!'
"'Oh, don't worry about that,' Lola laughed. 'I like to see him doing it to himself!' With that she promptly escorted the hapless boy from the room. It was several minutes before they returned. Lola was grinning and he was looking very sheepish and flushed. His uniform was back in place and there was no sign of an erection.
"He was compelled to leave the punishment uniform on for the rest of the evening, and was required to remain in our presence. I was so fascinated by his attire and lowly status that I couldn't take my eyes off of him, much to his mortification. While I said nothing to him, his mother and Lola both continually made comments designed to remind him of his shameful status."
CHAPTER VII. MARITAL SPANKING-- THE SPANKED WIFE
In the previous chapters we have reviewed modern spanking practices relating to teenagers. In this and the following chapter we will review modern adult spanking. In recent years, there has been a marked increase of interest in adult spanking. Many married couples now settle their disputes by spanking. Other married couples employ spanking as a means of sexual foreplay, having found that their sexual ardor is considerably more intense when one or both of them has a fire red bottom.
In many homes, husband and wives have an equal partnership when it comes to spanking, with each spouse taking and administering a spanking as the occasion demands. In other homes, however, one of the spouses is in command and disciplines the other as he or she sees fit. Today, significantly, many women are in control of their household and spank their husbands whenever in their judgment they deserve it. In the following chapter, we will review marital spanking and the spanked husband. However, in this chapter, we will restrict our review of marital spanking to the more "old fashioned" homes where the husband is in charge.
It of course is not surprising that marital spanking and sex are closely related. As noted above, spanking is sometimes usually simply as a form of sexual stimulation. In other homes, sex is employed as a form of making up after the wife has gone through a hot, burning spanking session. And a number of men employ sexual acts as a part of the discipline itself. The punished wife may be compelled to perform fellatio or may be required to submit to anal intercourse. Or she may be required to humiliate herself by self-manipulation.
In the following case histories, we will see examples of these practices.
CASE HISTORY NO. 21.
Mildred T. is a 34-year-old housewife who lives in an upper middle class suburban neighborhood. Her husband is a successful business executive. In the following report, Mildred describes her husband's unusual disciplinary practices:
"I must say that I have to laugh when I hear young girls complaining about their spankings. I am 34 and have been married for ten years, but my husband does not consider me too old for discipline. I am kept on a very strict demerit system. A list of current demerits must be kept in a black punishment book, which I have to carry in my purse at all times. Accounts are settled on Wednesday afternoons, which he has off from work.
"When he arrives home from work shortly after noon, I am expected to be in 'punishment uniform.' This is a deliberately unflattering outfit consisting of a plain brown cotton dress, which must be worn with a too tight girdle and brown stockings that have runs in them. By way of stark contrast, I must wear spiked heel calf skin pumps. My hair must be done up in tight pin curls, and all make up and nail polish must be removed. I must be carrying my punishment book in my hand.
"Believe me, I not only look simply awful but I feel the same way. The dress is absolutely skinfitting and sometimes I think I'm going to split right out of it. I have to take short steps and even have to lift the dress slightly for doing such things as going up and down stairs. Besides being too tight, the dress is also much too short and ends a good four inches above my knees, which might be all right for a young girl but not for a woman my age. In addition, the girdle is so tight that sometimes I think I can't stand it.
"I am expected to have his lunch ready for him when he arrives, and serve it to him as a maid would. He treats me as he would a waitress. When he has finished he takes my punishment book and retires to the study while I clean up the kitchen. When I am done, I have to report to the study. After ten years of marriage, I still dread what is going to happen to me when I go in there. "I must explain that he uses a rather complicated system with the demerits. Each demerit means five penalty points. Each penalty point must be paid for with one spank of the hairbrush. In addition, for each fifteen penalty points, I have to pay one forfeit. A forfeit may be anything he says it is, and invariably it's something to make me feel ashamed or embarrassed. I never know in advance what the forfeits will be and, believe me, I do some nail biting! As an average, I usually have about fifteen demerits to pay off. This means seventy-five spanks and five forfeits.
"In the study, I have to kneel in front of him while he announces my sentence. I must then open up his pants, take out his penis and kiss it to show my approval. He will often lean back and make me kiss it and lick it until it has worked up hard. He then takes me down to his basement workshop for the spanking. To insure my cooperation, my wrists are bound firmly in the small of my back. Up until then I can keep up a pretty good front, but once I find myself helpless I simply go limp and just have to beg and plead and cajole. By the time we get down to the basement, I am nearly ready to melt and my knees are simply jelly.
"I am escorted to a plain wooden chair and must kneel on it facing the back. My dress is then lifted in back and the hem pinned to the shoulders to keep it out of the way. While I continue pleading and begging, rough masculine hands unhook my garters and unceremoniously yank down my girdle. My panties are pulled down along with it. Then cool water is applied with a sponge to my bare hips until they are glistening wet and I am shivering both from fright and discomfort.
"He then takes me over his knees for the spanking. He uses a flat wooden hairbrush and really knows how to use it. Even at my age, I'm no heroine about it and I don't see how anyone could be. It stings and burns like fury and I simply have to yell my head off when that brush is being put to my bare and wet bottom. In no time I am in tears and sobbing like any child getting spanked, and I just have to squirm and kick my legs back and forth. It's a horrible feeling lying there knowing that you're helpless to prevent the blistering you're getting.
"He counts the spanks out loud in a steady voice, pausing briefly between strokes. He spaces the spanks evenly and seems to know every sensitive nerve in my buxom posterior. Long before it's over I don't think I can stand it any longer, and between sobs and gasps I beg him to have pity on me. I have never had a spanking that didn't leave me burning red all over and often I've been thoroughly blistered.
"When the spanking is over, my girdle and panties are promptly replaced and the stockings hooked up. Oh, the agony of a tight girdle on a hot spanked bottom! That always brings a fresh flood of tears. The worst is yet to come, however. A plain chair is placed in the center of the room and, leaving my hands tied, he makes me sit astride the chair facing backward. That is really awful.
"I am then blindfolded securely and my ankles are tied to the chair. Finally, I am gagged with a rubber ball on a dowel stick. That gag is really terrible and forces my mouth wide open, requiring me to bite on it constantly. I have to stay there for up to half an hour while he works around his workshop. Believe me, sitting there bound and helpless on a spanked and girdled bottom leaves me feeling utterly miserable. Despite some impatient remarks from him, I sniffle continually.
"Finally, he comes over to me and removes the gag, but leaves the blindfold and bonds in place. I am ordered to open my mouth and, in a moment, I feel his erect penis sliding into it. I have to keep it in my mouth while he uses his hands to manipulate my head back and forth. Even if it is my own husband doing that to me, it is still a scary, humbling thing to have to take a man's thing in you that way. In no time his prick is slippery wet from my saliva and really sliding back and forth in my mouth.
"He finally clasps my head firmly with both hands and lets go right in my mouth, the warm sticky fluid splashing against the roof of my mouth. As many times as I've taken it this way, I still gasp and nearly choke trying to get it down. He holds it in my mouth, demanding that I swallow it all before finally pulling it out.
"After that I have to pay off whatever forfeits I have coming. As I said before, I never know in advance what they will be. He's always thinking up something new and is a real genius when it comes to discovering something that will make me squirm with shame, embarrassment or discomfort. If the weather is nice, he will sometimes take me for a ride. How I hate those rides! For instance, he may drive me to another side of the city and make me go into a supermarket or drug store.
"I have to go in the punishment uniform, sometimes with certain changes. At times I have to roll my stockings down to my ankles. Sometimes it's no girdle and stockings--and you can just imagine how I jounce with tight dress and heels on. I always get plenty of upraised eyes, and I'm a picture of blushing embarrassment in that skimpy and short dress. It's bad enough facing strangers when I'm that way, and I am always scared to death that I'm going to meet someone I know. To add to the problem, there's the matter of getting in and out of the car in that short, tight dress. It's absolutely impossible to do so without exposing stocking tops and even garters and bare thighs. My husband has a very cute little habit of deliberately letting me out of the car at a place where I'm sure to attract attention.
"Another of his favorite forfeits is to have me go for a walk in a public park. While he watches from a safe distance (pretending not to know me, of course), I have to walk around with an exaggerated sway of the hips. That attracts plenty of attention, as you can well imagine. Even worse, if I do not swing my hips enough to satisfy him, he will make me take a second stroll through the park and this time without a girdle beneath my dress. That way I don't need to make much effort--I can just feel my hips bouncing and jouncing against that thin dress, and I can also feel all those masculine eyes on me.
"By the time I have finished one of these public appearances, I am shaking like a leaf. I might add that if I refused to pay off a forfeit as he demands, it would mean a very rough session of anal intercourse later on. It took me only a few experiences early in my marriage to make me realize that I definitely didn't want that big hard prick of his splitting my rearend apart. Once in awhile I forget and then I nearly die when he gets out the vaseline and starts dabbing it between my buttocks. I cry like a baby when he rams it into me, and always swear that I'll do anything to avoid that again."
CASE HISTORY NO. 22.
Judy W. is a 23-year-old airline stewardess whose older sister, Linda, is married to a dominant male. In the following report, Judy discusses her sister's experiences and her own views on the subject:
"My older sister, Linda, who is 27, is married to an older man who runs her life with an iron fist. When they were married several years ago, he even insisted that the word 'obey' be put back in the wedding ceremony. I live nearby and visit them often, and am aware of many aspects of their relationship which are unknown outside the family. I should explain at the beginning that Linda has to follow a detailed set of rules which are almost like a military manual of conduct. Linda's offences may range from having dinner three minutes late to neglecting to polish her husband's shoes. During evenings and weekends, her husband exacts penalties for all infractions.
"For the slightest offence, Linda must always put on a discipline costume. This consists of white, peasant style blouse and ridiculously short skirt that barely covers her hips. With this she must wear full fashioned black nylons and white pumps. The skirt is so short that her stocking tops and bare thighs are constantly on display, and even her panties show when she walks or moves around. Naturally, Linda finds that abbreviated outfit highly embarrassing. She is very self-conscious in it and continually tugs at the short skirt. Linda has full but shapely legs and plump hips, and does look very provocative in the outfit. I love to tease her about it, and she blushes furiously when I do although I have never heard her complain about being disciplined this way.
"She often has to wear that outfit on at least three evenings a week. He will sometimes call her from the office during the day, and order her to meet him at the door that evening attired in the discipline costume. It is not unusual for her to have to spend an entire weekend so attired. At the least, she can expect to spend Sunday afternoon and evening in the costume.
"While so attired, Linda is often soundly spanked. Much to her embarrassment, her husband doesn't hesitate to go ahead with a planned spanking even if I happen to be around. He will often make her bring him the paddle and meekly ask him to spank her. She always blushes scarlet when she has to do that, and looks scared to death. Sometimes he will make her stand in the corner, holding the paddle, for a half hour or so before the spanking with instructions to think about what is going to happen to her. I have seen her standing there like that, and if you want to see someone practically melting with fright you should see Linda standing there waiting to be smack paddled.
"She is always draped over his knee for her spankings. Linda's frantic and sometimes even tearful pleas to have her modesty spared and to be treated gently are never honored. The short skirt is always turned back out of the way and the panties are lowered to around her knees. Linda is always scarlet with humiliation when her plump buttocks are exposed like that, but she has never been able to talk him out of spanking her completely bare.
"He always spanks her good and hard. Although I am used to seeing her put through her paces, I still watch drymouthed and a little breathless. When he turns her bare hips a bright scarlet, she howls and cries and kicks her legs and wriggles frantically. She always exposes herself fully on such occasions. Linda says the paddle hurts something awful, and she just has to carry on like that as embarrassing as it is. He doesn't stop spanking her until her buttocks are a flaming red, and sometimes he keeps putting the paddle to her until she is blistered.
"After a spanking he marches her to the nearest corner, and makes her stand there facing the wall. She has to leave her panties down and hold her skirt up so that her red bottom is fully on display. She is absolutely forbidden to rub her bottom or cover it in any manner. I have often seen her standing there, crying softly with her exposed bottom appearing to glow from the heat of that paddle. When she is permitted to leave the corner a half hour later, she is still sniffling and looks very subdued.
"Besides the spankings, he has various ways of putting her through a training session, as they call it. He has a collection of various bondage devices to use. He even has an all-leather 'training harness' which she must wear now and then. This harness leaves her completely immobilized, and there is a headpiece with a leather gag to silence her. The most she can do when she is in the harness is to hop around the room like a frightened bunny.
"During those training sessions, Linda has to perform fellatio to a climax at least once. I haven't seen this, of course, but Linda has told me about it. I have been present on several occasions when my brother-in-law, with an obvious bulge in his pants, has marched Linda into the bedroom and closed the door. They are in there for several minutes, and when they return he always looks quite pleased while Linda is blushing furiously and hanging her head.
"My brother-in-law often asks me if I think that girls should be spanked and put through training session, and I always say that it's fine for other girls but I don't need it. However, he says that girls need it whether they know it or not. After four years of experience, Linda says that she agrees with him. I've often asked her about it and she simply says that if her husband says that she should be spanked and trained, then she should be. I'm to spend my vacation with them this year at their summer cottage, and my brother-in-law says that he is going to start training me then. I don't know whether he is kidding or not, and I'm scared as well as curious."
CASE HISTORY NO. 23.
Denise P. is a buxom brunette housewife of thirty who is subjected to old fashioned discipline from her husband. In the following report, Denise discusses her husband's unique method of what might be described as "unmilitary" discipline:
"Although I am a housewife of thirty, I will be the first to admit that I required discipline. And my husband is the type of man who sees to it that I get it. I am not complaining but, believe me, he is strict. I must admit that I went into it with my eyes wide open. Right after we started going together, he told me that I was the type of girl who needed a lot of discipline. He was rather surprised when I agreed with him. My training started soon after we agreed to go steady. When he ordered me to bring him my sorority paddle, I did so weak-kneed and scared to death. I soon learned that he really knew how to use a paddle, and I was burning like fire when he let me up despite the protection of slacks and panties. I might add that during that first paddling, I was very much aware of that lump in his pants.
"Shortly after we were engaged, I got my first bare bottom paddling. A gal's first bare bottom workout is something to remember, at least mine was. In our sorority in college as a pledge I had gotten paddled on the panties by the older girls, but that was nothing compared to this. I thought I would die with humiliation and fright when he lowered my panties. Then came my first experience with the maple paddle applied directly to the bare flesh. Wow! like most girls, I'm rather plump back there and very tender, and that paddle burned like fire. I was flaming hot and simply screaming when he decided that I had had enough.
"He was really sexed up with me tossing and twisting bare across his lap like that. And when the paddle stopped landing on my bottom, I realized that I was pretty worked up and that my pussy was really dripping. Up until then we had kept our feelings under control, but this time it was impossible. He took me right on the spot. With my hips still hot and glowing, I really twisted around on the couch while he pumped it to me. After that, we both realized that sex and spanking really went together, and I looked forward to the paddling sessions despite the pain involved.
"After we were married, he decided that a discipline uniform would be appropriate. As a result, he went to a war surplus store and bought an old khaki WAC winter uniform, deliberately one size too small. That old uniform is way too tight and way too short, ending about six inches above my knees. With it I have to wear black service weight nylon stockings and brown WAC oxfords. I have to wear very heavy makeup. It goes without saying that I feel quite foolish and uncomfortable in that outfit. I might add that I am not allowed to wear a girdle, although I'm the type that definitely needs one. Moreover, the skirt is so short that my stocking tops and garters show at the slightest mistake.
"On punishment nights I am expected to be in uniform when he gets home from work. Usually I have to wear it the entire evening and it's all k.p. and no privileges. Ordinarily, he waits until well after dinner before calling for the paddle. I have to bring it to him and he takes me into the study. I nearly melt when he sits down and pulls me face down over his knees. My skirt is slowly rolled up around my waist, and my panties are peeled down to my knees. There is an anxious pause and then my bare hips get paddled but good.
"Unless a girl has experienced it, I don't think that she could possibly know how it feels to have a hard maple paddle applied to her completely bare buttocks. And that's particularly true when it's done by an expert like my husband. He really knows how to use that wrist action that makes that horrible loud splat that the paddle makes when it connects with plump feminine bottom cheeks. The sound is so distinctive that I think that even if you have never heard it before, you would immediately recognize it if you happened to overhear it.
"I am a hopeless baby once the bottom warming gets under way. However, my husband is very strong and I am held firmly in place throughout the proceedings. I am given extra punishment if I try to reach back to protect myself, so I have learned to grab his trouser legs and simply hold on for dear life until it's over. However, I can't keep from wriggling frantically and kicking my legs back and forth. Every smack of the paddle brings a shriek and after only a few I am crying uncontrollably.
"The paddling is administered very slowly to allow the full burning effect of each whack to sink in. I am usually across his knee for five to ten minutes per session. Before it is over, I have a pair of buttocks that are flaming scarlet on both cheeks and feel absolutely burned up. The final smack is the hardest of all, and always produces a fresh crop of tears and frantic squirms.
"Of course, it's a great relief when the paddling is over, but that doesn't necessarily mean that the punishment is over. Sometimes he gets a little carried away and we have sex right away and forget about any more disciplining. But at other times, I will be given exactly three minutes to retire to the bedroom and exchange my garter belt for a good tight girdle. Putting on a girdle when my hips are burning like that is sheer agony. The girdle feels twice as confining, and in no time I am feeling very prickly and itching uncomfortably.
"I am usually still crying when I return to the study. I have to stand in front of him and lift my skirt to the waist to prove that I am properly girdled. Still holding my skirts up, I am then usually sent to stand in the corner where I may have to remain indefinitely. To have to stand there with my smarting bottom confined in that tight girdle is very uncomfortable, to say the least. I am often still sniffling a little a half hour or so later. However, after all of this I am really heated up for the sex that follows, and my burning hips really squirm around under him."
Where a wife is subject to spanking as a form of discipline or a form of sex play, other females living in the same household can sometimes expect the same type of discipline. In the following two case histories, we will review a couple of examples.
CASE HISTORY NO. 24.
Thomas G. is a successful salesman who lives in the Southwest. In the following report, he describes how he disciplines his wife, stepdaughter and sister-in-law:
"I happen to be a man who believes in the efficaciousness of spankings for women and girls of all ages and shapes. I have found this to be the case with my buxom wife, age 39, a longlegged sister-in-law, age 28, and a pretty stepdaughter, age 19. All are spanked regularly, whenever in my judgment it is warranted. The severity of a spanking will vary somewhat, depending on the offence and various factors. It may simply be an informal pantie-warming with an open hand as a reminder. Or for more serious offences, it may be a girdle and panties down with the hairbrush applied to the bare bottom. Or it may be a much more formal affair, with the embarrassed victim in punishment uniform for a specified period prior to the pantie-lowering ceremonies and the application of hand and hairbrush to bare nates.
"However, at the outset I should say that I don't believe that spanking should be the only form of discipline employed. There are other forms that can be extremely effective. One of my great favorites, both because of its aesthetic effects and the great embarrassment it causes, is called the Exhibition. For this type of disciplining the culprit is fully clothed, including nylons and high heels.
"The victim is required to stand in front of me and, at my signal, grasp the hem of her skirts with both hands and slowly raise it. Up it comes revealing pretty stocking tops, white thighs and supporters, and finally girdle and panties. When her skirts are gathered above her waist, I hold them in place with a wide leather belt. This leaves her pretty charms on view for all to see, usually at least for an hour and often for an entire evening.
"The effect on the victim, of course, is total embarrassment with pretty blushes combined with downcast eyes. This form of discipline is most effective on my sister-in-law. She is a tall, attractive brunette who is quite modest. She is absolutely scarlet with shame when she goes about feeling male eyes feasting on her long, stocking-clad legs and feminine underthings. My stepdaughter is also delightfully ashamed when exhibiting herself. My wife is less embarrassed about my seeing her, but at her age she is quite embarrassed at having to appear before the whole family that way.
"As a variation of this, there is the upside down skirt. The hem of the skirt is lifted up and pinned to the shoulders of the victim's blouse. Her arms are left inside the skirt and she is helpless as well as embarrassingly exposed. This can be quite effective and attractive, although it has the disadvantage that the victim cannot do anything useful during the period of confinement. About all she can do is look charmingly embarrassed, and this they all manage to do quite well.
"The punishment uniform which I mentioned earlier is reserved for the most serious offences. This consists of the following: diaphanous white blouse worn without brassiere or anything else beneath it, brief black pleated skirt hemmed to end at mid-thigh, black panties and garter belt, black nylon stockings and black or white spike pumps. The aesthetic effects can be well imagined, and the punitive effects are not hard to imagine either. Between self-consciously tugging at their short skirts and trying to conceal their sagging breasts that are quite visible beneath the skimpy blouses, they don't have enough hands to do the job.
"But of all the forms of discipline, spanking is by far the most effective and most interesting. By the time I begin to escort the offender to the study, she is usually as limp as a sack with fright and embarrassment and often there are tears as well as the usual last minute appeals for clemency. As I indicated earlier, the spankings vary a great deal depending on circumstances. There are some pantie-warming reminder sessions, particularly for my stepdaughter. However, in most cases I much prefer to spank on the bare even for light offences.
"When she is being prepared for a bare bottom spanking, the blushing culprit must stand between my knees with her skirts rolled up quite tightly around her waist and hold them there while I prepare her for the correction. I deliberately take my time about it, unfastening stockings and rolling them down before slowly peeling down the panties. All of them blush delightfully when their brunette charms are unveiled. When the panties have slithered down to the victim's ankles, I make her stand there in front of me while I chide her and cup my hands around the plump and pretty target. They all wriggle and squirm delightfully.
"With such pulchritude on view right in front of me, there is always a lump in my pants by this time and all of them are very much aware of it. Before taking the victim across my knee, I lean forward and plant a firm 'punishment kiss' on her pink groove. They all tremble and wriggle cutely at this intimacy, and all three of them become a little moist between the legs before I remove my lips from their charms.
"I then stretch the culprit out face down over my lap, holding her down firmly with my left hand pressed against the small of her back. I don't believe in spanking overly hard as a feminine bottom is extremely tender and sensitive. It takes very few spanks with hand or hairbrush to leave her bottom blushing on both sides and simply burning up. None of them can take it without crying and swinging their pretty legs furiously. I generally stop when the victim's bottom is a pretty shade of scarlet and she is tearfully promising to do anything I say.
"After the spanking, we have an intimate making up session. I should explain that I think we're all quite sophisticated about this, and all of us agree that some type of sexual activity is appropriate at this point. Naturally, that is to be expected between me and my wife, and we normally have intercourse after a spanking session. With my sister-in-law and stepdaughter, however, it is somewhat different. I have never had intercourse with either of them, and my wife has asked me not to although she agrees that some sex is acceptable at this point.
CASE HISTORY NO. 25.
In the following report, a housewife describes her and her sister's experiences with discipline:
"I am 27 and have been married for four years. My two older sisters, Barbara (29) and Eunice (32) board with us. Contrary to what one might expect in this day and age, my husband runs the house with an iron fist. Even at our ages, the three of us are very well acquainted with the subject of modern domestic discipline. I have been subject to spanking and sex discipline since our marriage four years ago. However, until a couple of years ago, my two sisters were foot loose and fancy free. Then an incident occurred that changed the whole picture.
"Shortly after they started boarding with us in our new home, my two sisters started to try to make trouble between me and my husband. They often criticized him around me for the spankings, and were particularly critical of his 'dirty' practice of requiring me to perform fellatio as part of the spanking ceremonies. I might add that while both Barbara and Eunice are rather leggy, attractive women, they have always been rather old maidish in their thinking and practices. Eunice, in particular, was quite outspoken about the indignity of going down for a man.
"At first, I didn't realize what my sisters were up to, and kept falling in with their schemes. My husband also did not realize what they were trying to do at first, but he caught on quicker than I did. The climax came when my sisters managed to partially convince me that he was having an affair with another woman. When I accused him of this to his face in front of my sisters, he became livid with rage.
"Hardly before I realized what was happening he grabbed me and pulled me face down across his knees. He had never punished me in front of them before and while I pleaded with him not to humiliate me, he held me helpless and pulled my skirts up above my waist. While they stood there watching the whole thing, he yanked my panties down to my knees. With my bare bottom sticking up like that in front of everyone, I thought I would die of shame.
"Then came the spanking. He used just his hand but that was more than enough, believe me! Every time his rough hard palm came slamming down against my tender flesh, it felt as if a hot iron bar had been placed against me. From the very first spank on, I lost all dignity. I howled and squirmed and kicked my legs furiously, and between pained shrieks begged him to stop. He just seemed to go on and on, and sometimes I thought that he was never going to stop. It got so that after each spank, I didn't think I could stand the next one. When he finally stopped, I was sobbing uncontrollably and my poor fanny and thighs felt afire from my garter belt to the tops of my stockings.
"As soon as he released me, I slid to my knees between his legs. Tut it in your mouth!' he demanded.
"I hadn't even imagined he would make me do that right in front of Barbara and Eunice, and gasped with astonishment and begged him not to make me do that in front of them. He insisted, threatening to spank me until I complied. I knew he really meant business, and haplessly surrendered. While my sisters watched with horror and fascination, I undid his pants and pulled his big stiff penis right out. Eunice and Barbara both shrieked as I lowered my mouth submissively over the head of it.
"To my surprise, it was only a moment before he pushed me away. In a tone of voice that none of us had ever heard before, he then ordered Eunice to come to him. Scarlet with embarrassment and trembling with fear, she obeyed him without once removing her wide eyed gaze from his erect penis that was still sticking right out of his pants. Between sobs I begged him to spare her this humiliation, but he wasn't listening. Grimfaced, he turned her face down over his lap. Eunice was too frightened to even struggle. While she wept with humiliation, he calmly proceeded to lift her skirt and slip to the waist, then unhooked her stockings and pulled down her girdle and panties.
"The spanking that followed was long and hard. Eunice shrieked with pain as he brought his hand down repeatedly on her bared buttocks, first on one side and then on the other. It was her first spanking, of course, and she was not prepared to be a heroine about it. Howling and crying, she kicked her long legs frantically and twisted furiously about on his lap in a futile effort to escape his hand. Crying her eyes out, she pleaded with him to stop. Her plump buttocks were fire red and I knew how she felt.
"As he continued spanking her, he began telling her exactly what she was going to have to do, deliberately using quite rude expressions. When Eunice at first tearfully refused, he spanked all the harder and told her he would keep it us as long as necessary. Finally, with a humiliated sob, Eunice capitulated.
"We all watched as she slipped off his lap to her knees in front of him. Tearfully, she stared at his stiff member while he threatened her with more paddling if she didn't submit. Knowing what she was going through, I couldn't help sympathize with her. However, at the same time I must admit that I was rather pleased at my husband's masterful handling of my old maidish sister, and thought that this type of humbling experience might be just the thing she needed.
"While Barbara and I watched, Eunice haplessly opened her mouth wide and brought it down over the tip of his cock. She shuddered visibly as it came in contact with her mouth and lips. As we watched, the head disappeared inside her mouth. She gulped and swallowed hard, and I knew exactly what she was experiencing. Her eyes closed and her face beet red with shame, she began moving her head back and forth. He didn't try to hold back and rose slightly out of his chair as he spent himself right in her mouth. Gasping and nearly gagging, Eunice instinctively drew back and collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Barbara, who by this time knew very well what to expect, cried haplessly as she went to her fate. Holding her firmly over his knees, he quickly pulled up her skirts and jerked down her girdle and panties. He didn't play any favorites with her, and made her spanking just as sound as mine and Eunice's had been. While she howled and writhed miserably across his lap, he applied his hand to her exposed bottom until her flesh was crimson and obviously aflame.
"Afterwards, he pushed her to her knees in front of him and demanded that she take it in her mouth. Looking very shamefaced, she tearfully obeyed. His prick was semi-rigid and soon worked up hard right in her mouth. As her brown head began bobbing up and down on his lap, her deep humiliation was quite obvious. In a short time, she likewise discovered what it was like to take a man's climax in her mouth.
"Believe me, the three of us were in a mess afterwards. Red eyed and crying, we all continued to rub our poor bottoms as I stepped out of my panties and Eunice and Barbara took off their girdles, panties and stockings. We all fled to our rooms to console our tingling bottoms and our feelings. After I began to feel a little better, I felt quite relieved when I realized what my sisters had been up to and that my husband obviously wasn't having an affair. While I had mixed feelings on the subject, I had to admit to myself that I was rather pleased that Eunice and Barbara had gotten the full treatment.
"My two sisters' faces were very red around me and my husband for the next few days, but neither gave any indication of wanting to move out. Since then the discipline has been as strict for them as it has been for me. When any one of us is at fault, my husband simply sits down on the nearest chair and pulls the culprit face down over his knee. Regardless of the offense, we are always spanked like real babies on the completely bare bottom. And no matter what we're wearing, my husband always prepares us himself. My husband never spanks with anything other than his hand, but that is more than enough. We all cry and nearly get hysterical when his sturdy palm sets our bottoms afire.
"Afterwards, the victim has to perform fellatio right then and there with everyone watching. By this time, both Eunice and Barbara are rather accomplished fellatrixes although both simply blush for hours after they have had to humble themselves this way."
CHAPTER VIII. MARITAL SPANKING-- THE SPANKED HUSBAND
With the modern woman becoming more assertive and independent, it is only natural that in a great many marriages the wife is the dominant partner. Many wives set up definite rules for their mates to follow, and in many such homes there are specific punishments for all violations. In numerous cases such punishments include spanking and humiliations, including sex discipline. The following case histories furnish some examples of these situations.
CASE HISTORY NO. 26.
Bob R. is a successful contractor. He met his wife, Ruth, in England while in the service a few years ago. Even before their marriage Ruth, a dominatrix, introduced him to "English-style" discipline and still employs it on him. In the following report, Bob describes his experiences:
"I first met Ruth when I was in London in the service several years ago. She is a brunette with a full shapely figure and a commanding personality. At that time, she lived alone in an apartment. On my second visit to her apartment, I accidentally discovered a long, pencil thin cane in the closet. When I questioned her about it, she laughed and said that she was accustomed to giving 'schoolboy punishment' to her boyfriends when they misbehaved. I was quite intrigued although I really didn't take her too seriously.
"On subsequent dates, she brought up the subject of corporal punishment on several occasions. She explained that her teenage brothers at home were still caned by their mother. Knowing that I was an American unfamiliar with such practices, she explained in detail what schoolboy punishment meant. In addition, she would often tell me that she thought that a fellow never got too old to profit from the cane. Although she seemed quite serious, the whole idea was so unreal to me that I could hardly take it seriously.
"Then came the evening when my tardiness caused her to miss a concert she had been looking forward to hearing! She was in a cold fury when I got to her apartment. I swallowed hard when I saw that cane sitting on the table! She icily rejected my attempts to apologize, and told me that I could either leave at once or submit to her punishment. When I hesitated, she demanded that I leave immediately. I spent several minutes trying to talk her out of it, but she remained adamant. Finally, I gave up and told her I would submit.
"The next few minutes were so unreal that I felt I must be dreaming. She ordered me to bring the cane to her and request punishment. In a daze I obeyed while she stood there glaring at me, hands on her hips and her lips set determinedly. At her direction, I reluctantly walked over to the artificial fireplace with her following me. Facing the fireplace with my ears burning, I heard her tell me to disrobe completely. Scarlet with embarrassment, I obeyed. Then came the command "Bend over!" and I found myself gripping the fireplace grate.
"Right then and there, I received my initiation. Up until then, it had all been dreamlike but the very first application of the cane changed all that! It felt as if a hot branding iron had been placed against my bare flesh. I had never felt such pain and could barely keep from crying out. In all I received a dozen cuts of the cane. It was indescribably painful and I sobbed heavily from the second stroke on. By the time it was over, my buttocks were aching and burning terribly. But to my surprise and embarrassment, I had an erection! I couldn't explain it then and I still can't.
"'I'm quite pleased that you obviously approve of my discipline!' she remarked quite matter-of-factly as she glanced at my erect penis while I stood there in red-faced embarrassment. 'Don't put on your clothes yet. I am not quite finished with your discipline.'
"Having no idea what she might have in mind, I stood there feeling foolish. 'Down on your knees!' she ordered abruptly.
"Swallowing hard, I obeyed. Looking as quietly self-confident as she had throughout the session, she slipped off her heels and walked over to me. I could see the bright nail polish under her dark brown stockings. 'Kiss my feet, Robert!' she demanded.
"It was very hard for me to bring myself to do such a thing, but I leaned forward and kissed her stocking feet quite abjectly. 'That's good,' she told me. 'Now come into my bedroom where I shall make you my sex slave. And be sure to keep it stiff for me all the time. I like that. It shows my power over you!'
"Not knowing what was in store for me, I preceded her into the bedroom. She was still carrying her cane and acted quite bossily. While I stood there watching with fascination, she began disrobing. She removed everything but her brown stockings and garter belt. Her figure was even better than I had imagined it would be. Picking up her cane, she stood there with her legs apart and looked quite sternly at me. 'Kneel to me, Robert!' she demanded.
"As I quickly sank to my knees, she walked over to me until my face was just inches from her brown haired charms. Not waiting for her command, I pressed my face against her. As my tongue began working up and down the pink crevice, I could feel her tremble with delight and the moisture began to flow. 'Very good, Robert,' she told me. 'Now you may make love to me. However, if you make the slightest mistake or if your timing is the slightest bit off, I must warn you it will mean another thrashing later!'
"We were both highly aroused by this time, and she responded passionately to my lovemaking. How she could be so charming and feminine and yet be such a strict taskmistress was a mystery to me. While we caught our breath on the bed afterwards, she quite candidly told me that we would have to do things exactly her way if I wished to continue seeing her. That meant getting the cane whenever in her judgment I deserved it, and that I would be a sex slave at all times.
"Despite this warning, I continued dating her. After that first experience, she more or less assumed full command of our relationship, and soon demonstrated that she really know how to give the orders. At the same time, she was completely feminine and very pleasant. In no time at all, I was brought fully under her control. She used her cane whenever she wished and required me to be extremely servile in sexual matters, kissing her feet and performing cunnilingus and anilingus at her command. I must admit that I found her bizarre ideas quite thrilling.
"By this time we both realized that we were heading for the altar. Ruth made it plain that marriage would mean even more strict discipline for me. We were married on the full understanding that she was to be in charge on all matters. A few weeks later, I was shipped back to the states and Ruth came with me. Needless to say, she brought her cane with her. During the five years that we have been married, I have been a complete slave."
CASE HISTORY NO. 27.
Katherine G. is an extremely beautiful former showgirl of thirty-two. A statuesque brunette who is over six feet tall in her stocking feet, she has an extremely commanding personality. She became interested in domination as a showgirl when she met a number of submissive men. She is now married and keeps her husband under her full control. She also has a 17-year-old nephew under her control. In the following report, Katherine describes her methods:
"My husband is four years my junior. Before we were married three years ago, I made it quite plain to him that I was a dominatrix. We were married on the express understanding that I was to be in charge and that the was to be disciplined whenever and however I deemed it necessary. Our two week honeymoon was a 'hairbrush initiation' period for him with a bare bottom session across my knees regularly once each day. Before and after each spanking, he was trained to kiss my feet and to perform cunnilingus exactly as I desired.
"When my nephew who was then fifteen started boarding with us a couple of years ago, he also knew in advance that I was to be in charge and that he would be subject to my discipline. I even put him through a two week 'hairbrush initiation' as I had done with my husband. This included sex discipline as well as spanking. He was blushing and embarrassed throughout the two weeks, but at the same time was very cooperative and eager to obey. By the end of the training period, he and I had a quiet but firm understanding about what was to happen whenever I was displeased with his behavior.
"By this time, of course, I have matters fully under control. When something comes up that displeased me even slightly, I take the offender aside privately and tell him that he must accept my punishment. On such occasions I try to be firm but feminine and always wear a nice dress, hose and heels, and have on fresh make up.
"The spankings are always administered in the privacy of the basement recreation room. I keep my old fashioned wooden hairbrush down there for that purpose. I take the hairbrush and sit down in the middle of the leather couch. The culprit is required to strip completely and kneel before me. Both of them are flushed and a little excited by this time. I make the victim kiss my shoes and stocking feet abjectly. At times I prolong this for some time, even making him remove my shoes and kiss my stocking feet all over.
"I then pull up my dress to around my waist and spread my legs apart. As I never wear panties, I am fully exposed. The culprit is required to kiss my long legs all the way up my nylons, then my bare thighs and finally my pussy. I always make it a point to tell them to be sure to kiss each pussy hair. I might explain that I haven't shaved down there since my showgirl days and have a very full growth of hair. They both use their lips and tongues all over me and in a short time I am smacking wet. Normally, I prefer to have them get me real sexed up without bringing me to an orgasm, which really gets me in the mood to spank all the harder.
"When I am ready, command the victim to get over my knees. They both have pulsating erections by this time and I can feel them pressing against my thighs. Once the culprit is in the right position across my knee, I proceed to administer a good sound spanking with the hairbrush. I have a good strong right arm that can land a spank that really gets results in a hurry. After a few spanks, masculine pride is forgotten and howls, yelps and frantic squirms begin to accompany the bottom warming proceedings. And it isn't too long before legs are kicking and the tears are flowing freely. I don't count the spanks, but I believe a spanking should be good and sound to get results. Long before it is over, I am listening to frantic pleas for mercy and promises to do what I say. After five minutes over my knee, bare hips are thoroughly reddened and sometimes blistered and my wriggling victim is promising anything if I will only stop.
"At the conclusion of the spanking, the tearful victim must immediately kneel at my stocking feet once more and resume kissing my girlish charms all over. By this time the session has worked me up to a fever pitch, and it doesn't take long for me to reach a nice climax once a masculine tongue gets inside my pussy. Afterwards, for my amusement the culprit is required to stand in front of me and masturbate himself to a climax. They are both highly excited by this time and, despite the mortification of having to play with themselves, quickly erupt while I watch them with a knowing smile.
"Afterwards, there may be more sex or even more discipline, depending on my whims."
CASE HISTORY NO. 28.
Hal P. is a college graduate, age twenty-seven, who has an excellent job as a junior executive. He is under the full control of his 25-year-old wife, Doris. However, his situation is quite unusual in that he was first brought under control by his future mother-in-law, who still participates regularly in disciplining him. Here is Hal's report:
"I have a very beautiful but demanding young wife, who wants her own way and knows how to get it. I also have a buxom and charming mother-in-law of forty-five, who is likewise adept at getting her own way. During two years of courtship and three years of marriage, I have been brought completely under their control, and I do mean completely! And this includes old-fashioned spankings administered by both wife and mother-in-law as well as other humiliations!
"My mother-in-law is an attractive platinum blonde who stands 5'4" in her stocking feet and weighs about 140. She is more muscular than plump, with broad shoulders and hips and heavy but shapely legs. She is very chic and loves to wear modern style clothes, including very short skirts and patterned stockings. She has a highly domineering personality but is very tactful, and can take complete control of a situation without making it obvious.
"My wife Doris is a junior version of her mother, blonde and very well built. She has a plump but also trim figure, with full but very pretty legs. She also loves to wear short skirts, and often wears black or textured stockings. She really looks like a dream and has a personality to match. At the same time, she is really the boss and no one knows it better than I. If she wants something, I know I had better produce or else.
"My mother-in-law began asserting herself over me shortly after Doris and I started going together. She began by telling me what to do at times and warning me about things, such as staying out too late. I had had no strong feminine influence before and, contrary to what one might expect, did not resent her but in fact admired her for being so assertive. When Doris and I started going steady, her mother became even more assertive. Several times right in front of Doris, I stood there blushing while her mother delivered a no-nonsense pointed-finger scolding.
"On such occasions, she would often conclude the lecture by telling me that what I needed was a 'real old fashioned spanking.' Although I blushed beet red, I never dreamed that she was really serious. Then came the day I don't suppose I'll ever forget. It occurred over an incident that took place on a Saturday afternoon. It was more or less the straw that broke the camel's back, coming just after one of those scoldings that I mentioned before. This time there was no scolding. Instead, Doris' mother asked me to step into the spare bedroom with her. She closed the door behind her. She had never done this before, and naturally I suspected that something was in the wind.
"In a rather quiet but determined tone of voice, she told me that the scoldings obviously hadn't worked and that it was apparent that stronger measures were necessary. She then told me that if I wished to continue going with Doris, I would have to take the spanking she was going to give me. Despite all of the comments I had heard in the past, it still struck me like a thunderbolt. I could tell that she was serious and there wasn't any point arguing with her. Since I was wild about Doris, there was no alternative. Blushing beet red, I told her I would take the spanking.
"As she started to pull a wooden chair out to the middle of the room, I could feel my heart pounding wildly. In a haze, I saw her bring out a mean looking wooden paddle. Although it looked formidable, I was more humiliated than scared. I kept trying to tell myself that it would be over quickly and that, at my age, it wouldn't hurt too much. She stood by the chair, paddle in hand, and directed an appraising eye at my trousers. 'Drop your pants, young man!' I heard her say.
"I was too stunned to disobey. Mechanically I obeyed, flushing scarlet with embarrassment and feeling weak in the knees. As my trousers slid down to my ankles, she seated herself on the chair. With dismay and utter humiliation, I realized that she actually intended to take me over her knees. I had half expected to be told to bend over the back of the chair, which would have been a little bit adult, but going over her lap like a kid was just too mortifying.
"Scarlet with shame, I got into position over her knees. I found myself arched on my stomach over her capable lap, my feet extended in one direction and supported by my hands which were pressed downward on the floor. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I held my breath, hoping that the spanking would soon be over with. It was not. Instead, there was one final preparation which I had never dreamed she would dare take.
"With a sudden shock, I felt her hands at the waistband of my shorts, drawing them downward. With a horrified gasp, I pleaded with her not to do such a thing to me. She simply ignored me and continued pulling them down with deliberate slowness. I thought I would die of embarrassment. Finally, she pulled them down to around my knees and my mortification was complete.
"Then came my first spanking. I had absolutely no idea that a paddle could sting and burn that much when applied by a well built woman. She was not the least bit gentle about it, and every swat of that paddle cracked and popped. It wasn't long until I was simply burning up. The pain was so intense that I simply had to give way to tears and yelps despite the embarrassment. As I squirmed about on her lap, her dress worked up over her stockings and to my extreme embarrassment I quickly developed an erection! Knowing that she could undoubtedly feel it pressing against her, I knew my face was as red as my bottom.
"The sudden realization that Doris could hear everything made it even worse. I didn't know if I could ever face her again. Finally, the spanking came to a halt. Tearfully replacing my clothing, I did my best to conceal my erection. She said nothing but gave me a self-satisfied smile, pulled down her skirts and left the room. The minute she left, Doris came in. I made quite a sight--red-faced and tearful with a noticeable bulge in my pants despite myself. Doris was quite understanding at the time, although she still teases about how exquisitely embarrassed I looked at the time.
"I soon learned that there would be more spankings if I continued seeing Doris. It was about a week later when Doris' mother again asked me to step into the spare bedroom with her. This time, to my embarrassment, I developed an erection while lowering my trousers. She noticed it and walked over to a closet, telling me to get my shorts down. My cheeks burning, I dropped the shorts and stood there as she came back from the closet carrying a rubber prophylactic! Red-faced and as embarrassed as I was excited, I stood there while she calmly and quite expertly rolled the rubber down over my stiff penis, remarking matter-of-factly that that would come in handy in case of an accident.
"She then pulled the chair out to the middle of the room again. Before seating herself, she reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt nearly to her hips, revealing pretty stockinged legs and milk white tapering thighs. As she sat there, I couldn't help staring at her attractive lap. At her command, I stretched out across it with my rubbered penis pressing firmly against her cobwebby nylons. That second spanking was just as hard as the first, and while twisting and squirming around on her plump thighs I climaxed right into the rubber.
"Afterwards she held me across her lap for a few moments, and remarked that she was quite pleased that I obviously approved of her type of disciplining. She then added that perhaps I was now ready for some more intimate discipline. While I gasped in dismay, she quite frankly told me that she expected me to go down for her! I had never done such a thing before, and didn't know whether or not I could. She allowed me to slide off her lap until I was kneeling between her thighs. She was wearing a garter belt but no panties, and I found myself looking right up into her vulva.
"While she held her legs wide apart, I leaned forward and pressed my face against her cleft. She reacted with a pleased twitch and I began licking her all over. In no time she became damp and sticky and I could feel the hair smearing my face as I worked my tongue back and forth. It was a good thing that I was still wearing the rubber as I climaxed again! In a short time, she became quite excited and began telling me exactly how she wanted to be caressed. I followed her instructions to the letter and she soon reached an orgasm.
"Following that, of course, I was completely under her domination and there were other similar sessions in the spare bedroom. Doris soon became aware of all the details, and was quite intrigued by them. Naturally, it wasn't surprising that she soon began insisting that I give her the same 'treat' I was giving her mother. Of course, I complied.
"Around this time, Doris and I began talking seriously about marriage. Doris agreed to accept my ring, provided that we would have an engagement period of at least a year and that I would remain under discipline during this time. Although I wanted a much shorter engagement period, the following year proved to be both exciting and interesting. There was no let up in the discipline, and I learned to accept it as a regular part of my life. Shortly after we became engaged, Doris' mother decided that it would be a good idea for Doris to learn how to use the paddle. I nearly died with embarrassment at the next spanking session when the door was left open and Doris stood there watching the whole thing with obvious approval, including the cunnilingus afterwards. Thereafter, Doris was a regular witness at the spanking sessions.
"After she had witnessed a number of spankings, Doris was permitted to take over with the paddle. She had been waiting for the chance and made the best of it. While her mother supervised, she really set me on fire with the paddle. Afterwards, her mother stood there watching while I paid tribute to Doris' charms. After that, Doris and her mother took turns dishing out the spankings. They soon made it a rule that regardless of which one had spanked me, I still had to perform cunnilingus with both of them afterwards.
"As the year long engagement began to draw to an end and we started to make wedding plans, it was understood that this type of disciplining would continue after our marriage and that this meant my being under the control of both Doris and her mother, who was going to live with us. Doris took the paddle along on our honeymoon and found several occasions to use it. During the three years that have elapsed since then, Doris and her mother have kept me under very strict control."
CHAPTER IX. INITIATION PADDLING
In the previous chapters, we have reviewed modern spanking practices largely within the context of the family situation. However, no book on spanking today would be complete without some discussion of initiation paddling. While hazing on the college campus has declined in recent years, there is still considerable hazing in high school organizations and private clubs. The case histories in this chapter will illustrate some of these practices.
CASE HISTORY NO. 29.
In high school a few years ago, I belonged to a subdeb club where spankings were handed out to the pledges. Our subdeb club consisted of approximately two dozen members, coming equally from the junior and senior classes. As was the case with the other clubs, new pledges were chosen from the sophomore class each fall. The pledge "training" period lasted from October until formal initiation the following May. In between, the pledges could expect regular periods of hazing as the price of membership. There was considerable prestige in belonging to one of the clubs, and no pledge would ever think of quitting a club because of the hazing.
In our club the pledges met regularly once a week with the actives. Generally much meetings were devoted to planning parties, performing chores and learning the club rules and customs. The only adult present at these meetings was Miss Jones, a young gym teacher who was the faculty supervisor of the club. There was always some hazing at these meetings, and sometimes it was a real ordeal for the pledges.
Special costumes for the pledges were mandatory at such meetings. Each girl was required to wear a large green hairbow, a white blouse, a black skirt hemmed to end at least six inches above the knees, black stockings rolled down to the knees, and mismatched high heels. Girdles, bras and slips were forbidden. Make up had to be applied very heavily. There were many variations from time to time, depending on the whims of the actives.
At each meeting, rule infractions by the pledges during the preceding week were discussed by the actives. Every infraction was punished in some way. The spankings were the worst punishment, of As the final item of the meeting, the pledges were lined upland the victims to be spanked were announced. As a dozen anxious bottoms waited, the victims' names were slowly read out. There were generally three or four at each meeting, sometimes more.
The other pledges would then be sent home. The victims would then be given a chance to chicken out, as it was called. Although they were always scared to death, the loss of social prestige in being blackballed left a girl little choice. Consequently, no matter how proud or haughty she might be, a girl could do nothing but swallow her pride and meekly answer "Yes, miss!" when the pledge mistress asked her if she agreed that she should be spanked.
At this point the pledges' arms would be tied behind their backs, and one at a time they would be escorted to the woodshed, as it was called. This was a private room in back where Miss Jones held forth in the presence of several actives who acted as witnesses. I must explain that Miss Jones was an athletic young woman, who was as capable as she was willing to hand out the punishments. She brought her own paddles to the sessions, and believe me she knew how to use it!
The spankings were always administered in the same manner. No matter how grown up she was or thought she was, the hapless pledge went face down over Miss Jones' knee like a naughty child. Her short skirt was then raised to clear the waist, completely exposing her panties. Next, Miss Jones would pull the panties up very taut and carefully smooth the wrinkles out of them. She always took plenty of time about it, and with the assembled actives watching and sniggering and looking very pleased about the whole thing, it was a real ordeal for the anxious victim.
When the preparations had been completed, the spanking was handed out. Miss Jones applied the paddle vigorously against the tightly stretched panties. In no time at all she would have her victim yelping and squirming with her nyloned legs swinging back and forth and her pointed toes tapping on the floor. She would usually apply around thirty or more spanks, and that was more than enough! I will never forget the times she set my own panties on fire, and I think that the other girls who went through it also have some warm memories.
CASE HISTORY NO. 30.
During my college days some ten years ago, I became quite interested in the subject of paddling and had a number of interesting experiences. In our sorority the traditional maple paddle was still very much in vogue, despite official pronouncements to the contrary, both for punishment and hazing. However, it was always administered with discretion and never too severely.
Having come from a modern home, like most of my fellow pledges, I will never forget my terror when two severe looking senior girls took me in hand for my first "spanking." The word spanking was always used, I learned, since paddling was technically illegal. I nearly died when I learned that panties were the only protection allowed. What a picture of blushing shame I made holding my skirt and slip up under my arms and awkwardly undoing my hose and removing my girdle! I was absolutely petrified when I had to bend over, hands on my knees, my pantie-clad bottom sticking up so vulnerably.
Oh, did they ever set me on fire! Thin panties were absolutely no protection against their hard maple paddles, and each time one landed it felt as if I had backed up against a hot stove. After each had given me a few swats, they released me. With my poor bottom aflame, I tearfully learned to say the traditional "Thank you, miss, for spanking me!" to each of those grinning girls.
In the weeks that followed, my fellow pledges and I had numerous experiences. It was not at all uncommon to see a pretty young pledge with tears in her eyes tenderly rubbing the seat of her skirts or shorts as she emerged from an active's room. At dinnertime, there was always one or two girls who seated themselves very gingerly. Most girls thoroughly dreaded a spanking, and strictly adhered to the rules to avoid them as much as possible.
But try as one would, it was not possible to avoid the hazing sessions where one got paddled simply for being a pledge. On Saturday evenings after hours, it was common to catch pledges as soon as they came in from their dates and hustle them down to the chapter room for a group paddling session. Most of these sessions were good natured, and one suffered more from anticipation of what might happen more than from what did happen. Still, it could be quite an ordeal.
The pledges would be lined up, and ordered to remove their girdles and hose. Then they had to bend over with their dresses and slips pulled up out of the way so that their panties would be on display. The actives would then go up and down the row of pantie-clad bottom, applying their paddles with plenty of zing. They usually made you remain bending over like that for what seemed like an eternity, and most of the time was spent anxiously awaiting the next smack of the paddle. While it wasn't too rough, most pledges were blinking back tears and some would be actually crying by the time the session finally ended.
What a relief it was to get the initiation behind me and know that I had seen the end of those hot burning paddling sessions! The following fall I learned that it was much more blessed to give than to receive! During the next three years, I wielded the paddle on numerous occasions. As a senior, I was elected pledge mistress and had the duty of punishing pledges for various offences against the rules. During the fall and winter of that year, I often handed out several paddlings a day to the anxious bottoms of my young charges. Although I was never mean about it, I must admit that I never minded putting a cute young thing through her paces.
CASE HISTORY NO. 31.
In our private girls' club, new members are still hazed in the good old fashioned way. Getting initiated recently two pretty airline stewardesses, Kim and Pat, were hazed in the traditional manner. Both are 23 and college graduates. Kim is tall and blonde while Pat is brunette of average height, and both have nice figures.
On Hell Night we all gathered at one member's apartment for dinner and the traditional ceremonies. Kim and Pat were required to attend wearing their blue airline uniforms. Upon their arrival they were taken by Irene, the initiation chairman, to the bedroom for what we knew would be some interesting costume changes. While this was being done, cocktails were served to the assembled members. An initiation is always an exciting affair, and all twelve members were present.
Soon the bedroom door opened and out came Irene, followed by Kim and Pat, being led on dog leashes. They were still wearing their airline uniforms, minus their jackets, but with some modifications designed to make them blush scarlet. It was readily apparent that they were wearing absolutely nothing under their white blouses, and their blue skirts had been pinned up over their stocking tops. In one hand they carried an open umbrella and in the other their bras and girdles, which they had been required to remove. (Irene had loaned them garter belts to hold their stockings up.)
Of course, everyone howled with laughter as Irene brought the two embarrassed girls out and led them around on leashes. The teasing was terrific and they blushed rosily, and I could tell that both of them were about ready to sink through the floor. Someone produced a make up kit and both were promptly made up in a very exaggerated, severe manner. For her pre-dinner cocktail, each was given straight gin.
While the members were having their second round of drinks, someone got out a jumping rope and required Kim to skip rope in front of us. How she jounced with nothing on beneath her blouse! She was only too well aware of the sight she was making of herself and blushed furiously. Next it was Pat's turn, and she blushed even more than Kim had as she went through her paces.
Next, it was time for dinner and Kim and Pat learned how to eat a "square meal" while seated on the outer edge of their chairs. There was considerable tormenting and teasing in the manner that only girls are capable of. After dinner both girls were required to lick their plates clean. Following this, each was required to perform a number of stunts while everyone enjoyed their after dinner drink.
Finally came the coup de grace, the paddlings, which are the highpoint of every initiation. It came as no surprise to Kim and Pat, as throughout the evening two shiny new paddles each bearing one of the girl's names had been on display, and various girls had commented about what they were going to be used for. From time to time, I had seen both girls take a quick look at the paddles, and it was apparent that they were both quite frightened.
Kim and Pat were required to bend over until the fingertips touched the floor, keeping their legs straight. By this time both of them were scared to death. While the others laughed and applauded lustily, Irene slowly hoisted their skirts up out of the way, exposing pantie-clad bottoms. In the bent over positions, the panties were stretched skintight over their girlishly plump bottoms, making two very interesting targets.
Then the paddlings began. Each member was permitted to apply two swats to each of the girls, and they all made the most of it. Believe me, girls are never lenient with other girls at times like that. The paddles cracked and popped as they landed on the thin panties. Kim and Pat both cried, but both managed to stay in place throughout the ordeal. Before it was over the fiery red of their bottoms was clearly visible through their thin panties, and you could tell that they were simply burning up. When it was over, their hands flew back to rub their burning bottoms and they practically danced around the room in an effort to cool off a little.
This concluded the hazing, although of course Kim and Pat couldn't sit down for the remainder of the evening. After they had dried their tears and rearranged their clothing, they were congratulated for being such good sports and were welcomed to full membership in the club. They each had a couple of martinis to help take the sting out of their aching bottoms, and were also given paper bags to carry their girdles home in.
CASE HISTORY NO. 32.
As a sorority pledge a decade ago, I was paddled frequently by my senior roommate and big sister, whose name was Audrey. I had never been spanked at home and, strange as it may seem, found the paddling sessions as exciting as they were painful. Audrey was a flashy redhead, very pretty and popular. But she didn't mind the least bit about using her paddle on me, and any misadventure on my part was reason enough for her to paddle me. I both dreaded and looked forward to those exciting sessions.
Audrey generally waited until bedtime when I was in my pajamas before administering a paddling. I had to bend over, touching my toes with my feet slightly apart. This stretched my thin baby doll pajama pants skin tight over my buxom posterior. Audrey, who was an athletic girl, could swing the paddle hard enough to simply scorch my tender bottom. I usually got from five to fifteen whacks, depending on various circumstances. She always took plenty of time about it, and it was five to ten minutes before I would be allowed to straighten up and console my smarting bottom with both hands.
When I was to be paddled during the day, Audrey would make me assume the position. She would then lift my skirt and slip, and apply the paddle to my skimpy panties. If I were wearing a girdle, she would make me take it off. After I had been under her control for about a month, Audrey decided that it was time for me to be paddled bare although the sorority rules specifically provided that pledges were entitled to some covering. The next time I bent over with my skirts up, Audrey herself slipped down my panties. While I gasped with surprise, she began to apply the paddle to my bare seat. Gee, did that ever sting! Even though it was much more embarrassing and painful, I found it twice as exciting to be paddled on the bare.
From then on, all paddlings were administered on the bare skin. Audrey would lower my panties or pajama pants after I was in position. While I made a show of pleading with her to spare me this embarrassment, I secretly took an exquisite delight in this part of the ritual. While we never discussed it, I am sure that Audrey thoroughly enjoyed having a cooperative pledge who would submit to being paddled on the bare. As I said, this was against the sorority rules and she could have gotten into some trouble if I had reported her.
Over the years, I gradually lost track of Audrey, but I never forgot her paddle and our many sessions. However, last fall I had a chance to visit Audrey and her husband in their home in the East. While Audrey was showing me around their spacious house, I noticed her old paddle hanging from a hook on the wall in their bedroom. To my intense surprise, I suddenly developed a strong urge for a repeat of one of those sessions we used to have. Observing me looking at the paddle, Audrey kiddingly asked me if I remembered how she used to make me squirm. Blushing, I asked her if she thought she still could. With a quiet smile, she unhooked the paddle from the wall.
"Bend over, kid!" she told me, just as she used to say.
Trembling with excitement, I assumed the position. I blushed and squirmed as Audrey slowly worked my gray wool skirt and white slip up in back, revealing my girdled posterior. Audrey's fingers brushed against my thighs as she unfastened my stockings, and I watched them sag limply down my legs. My excitement grew as she undid my girdle and gave it a firm yank down out of the way. Next came my panties, and I shivered with embarrassment and excitement as Audrey slowly drew them down off my hips. The cool breeze from the window wafted across my bare buttocks as I waited for the paddling to start.
The first splat of the hard paddle landing on plump flesh felt like a lick of fire. I squealed and involuntarily wriggled my hips. Slowly but skillfully, Audrey put me through my paces just as she used to do. The smarting pain quickly reduced me to tears but the old excitement returned as whack after whack set me on fire. Squirming furiously I managed to stay in position until Audrey decided that I had had enough. Afterwards, I cried on her shoulder for several minutes while she comforted me. The paddling episode brought back a lot of memories for both of us, and we reminisced happily for some time.
Recently I received a letter from Audrey telling me that her husband had been transferred to the city I am living in, and that they would be moving here shortly. Happily, I wrote back and told her that I hoped she would have a special housewarming for me. I underlined warming and Audrey replied that she expected to have more than one housewarming for me.
CHAPTER X. MISCELLANEOUS CASE HISTORIES
CASE HISTORY NO. 33
At the present time I am working as a free lance newspaper reporter and photographer, and also do part time modeling. Since graduation from college I have boarded with my Aunt Sue, who is 27, and her husband, Bill, who is 27. They have a very nice suburban home, which has a spare bedroom that I am using as my room.
When I moved in with them, I hung my old sorority paddle up on the wall of my room. Although paddling is generally dying out on the college scene, there are still a few coeds who get warmed. I was paddled several times as a pledge. As an upper-classman I put several pledges through some brisk workouts. I will admit that I always got something of a kick out of warming a pair of tightly stretched panties, but I never overdid it.
After hanging the paddle up as a decoration, I thought nothing more about it. However, a couple of weeks later Sue asked me to speak to her privately in my room. When we were alone, she explained that she and Bill had had a serious dispute, but that they had both agreed that each of them had been in the wrong. She then went on to say that both of them deserved some punishment for their actions. Rather embarrassedly, she explained that they had tried paddling one another, but that it hadn't worked out too well. She then asked me if I would be willing to use my sorority paddle on them!
Well, of course, you could have knocked me over with a feather! At first, I thought that she was just kidding me. But she was quite serious, and emphasized that they wanted a third party to do it so that it would be impartial. Naturally the prospect was just too intriguing to turn down; although at first I just couldn't believe that it was really happening. I kept asking Sue what the gimmick was, but she kept insisting that she was not kidding.
After she had convinced me that she was serious, I took the paddle down from the wall and we went to the study where Bill was watching television. I asked him if he were ready to take his spanking. He embarrassedly replied that he was. Of course, I had never paddled a fellow before, but I can't say I wasn't looking forward to it. I looked around and found a chair for him to bend over. I insisted that he drop his trousers and, after some discussion, he reluctantly complied when Sue sided with me. He then bent over the back of the chair, protected only by thin boxer shorts.
Just as I was ready to begin, a surprising thing happened. Sue stepped forward and before he realized what was happening, she yanked his shorts right down to his knees! Of course, he howled with protest but it was too late to protect his "modesty." I took aim with the paddle and the disciplining began. The paddle landed with a loud splat on bare masculine buttocks, and he automatically yelped as I pressed the paddle against him for a few seconds. As I withdrew it, a light blush appeared across both cheeks. Until then I had been anxious, but now I relaxed and decided to give him a workout that he would be a long time forgetting. I did exactly that.
Taking a long interval between applications, I carefully put the paddle to him again and again. I will admit that putting my first male victim through his paces was quite a thrill. How he howled as the hard maple paddle set him on fire! Finally, he broke into tears and begged me to stop, telling me that he just couldn't stand it any more. Of course, I knew that he could and proceeded to show him. When I finally decided that he had had enough, his bottom was a florid shade of scarlet and I knew that he was simply burning up. When he straightened up to replace his clothing afterward, I was both surprised and delighted to see that there was one very positive sign that he approved of my paddling!
Next, it was Sue's turn to be disciplined. She was pale and her lip was trembling, but she made no protest as she bent over the back of the same chair. I turned back her skirt and slip, revealing shapely, stockinged legs and pantie-clad bottom. I didn't have to ask Bill to take the next step. Wiping his eyes quickly, he stepped forward and lowered her panties while she moaned.
I had never paddled a girl bare before and it was quite an experience. From the very first whack on, Sue cried and howled and wriggled her rotund posterior furiously. Her progressively reddening bottom told me that she wasn't exaggerating. From time to time, I glanced at Bill. I could tell that he really appreciated the way I was giving Sue's cute bottom equal treatment, and that he wasn't going to make any effort to interfere. I finally stopped but not before Sue's charming sit-upons were a deep shade of red and she was weeping profusely.
Afterwards, there were kisses all around and everyone agreed that it had been quite a session. They both told me that I had done a terrific job in tanning their hides, and that they had had no idea that a sorority paddle could sting so much. While we had a drink afterward, they both stood up throughout and continually rubbed their sore spank spots. However, no one was in a bad mood and there was a lot of kidding back and forth.
Sometime later it was suggested that I referee all family disputes. Here's the way it works. When they have a disagreement, I hold court and decide who is at fault. The offender is then paddled bare bottom style. On a couple of occasions, I have found them both equally guilty and paddled two bare bottoms.
CASE HISTORY NO. 34.
Julie and I have been going steady for nearly two years. We are both seventeen. Julie's parents are separated and she fives with her Aunt Mildred, who teaches girls' gym at our high school. Julie has often told me how strict her aunt was, but I didn't realize the full extent of it until last summer. Mildred is twenty-eight and brunette. She is pretty but in a rather hard, severe way. She is of medium height, slender but with firm, lithe muscles. She invariably wears blouses and straight, tight skirts that display her shapely legs to best advantage. She wears horn rimmed glasses and keeps her hair done in a tight bun. In other words, she is strictly business and looks the part.
Last summer Julie and her aunt invited me to spend the summer vacation with them at their cottage in Michigan. The first week Julie and I had a real ball, although I could tell that her aunt did not approve of the hours we were keeping. One evening we came in around two a.m. Her aunt was waiting up for us and looking very grim. She promptly ordered Julie to go to her room.
As soon as Julie had left, her aunt grasped me by the arm and I could feel her nails dig in slightly as she gave me a tightlipped look. "I've tried to be reasonable with you," she told me sternly. "But it hasn't worked. Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!"
With that she started marching me toward her room. At this stage, I was just too bewildered to know what to do. I had no idea what she intended to do as she closed the door to her room. She marched me over to her vanity table and picked up her hairbrush. Suddenly I realized what she intended to do, and was that ever the shock of my life! While I gasped with astonishment, she gave me a freezing look and demanded that I drop my trousers!
I naturally refused. Calmly but firmly, she told me that if I wished to stay at their cottage and continue going with Julie, I was going to have to take a good sound spanking right then and there. I could tell that she really meant business. I tried to stall but finally did as she asked. I was beet red with embarrassment as I found myself standing there with my trousers down around my ankles, while she stood there patting the back of the brush lightly against the palm of her hand.
Finally, she sat down and patted her knee for me to get over. Awkwardly, I obeyed, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and--I must admit--a little scared. To my horror I felt her hands working my shorts down off my hips! I thought I would simply die with embarrassment as I found myself lying there completely bare across her lap. As if to rub it in, she calmly asked me if I were ready for my spanking. With a lump in my throat, I braced myself and replied that I was. I gritted my teeth as I saw the shadow of the brush being raised in the air.
The first spank of the brush landed on my bare flesh with a loud smack, and I bucked with surprise and pain at the smarting blow. While I gritted my teeth determinedly, she went to work vigorously spanking both my buttocks and upper thighs. She really knew how to lay it on, and I was amazed at how much a hairbrush could burn and smart. The prickling, burning, itching sensation made me gasp and involuntarily squirm around on her lap, much to my embarrassment. I expected her to stop after awhile but she went right on putting it to me. Finally, I had to bite my lips to keep from crying out and my eyes were brimming with tears. Gasping and flinching, I begged her to stop.
In reply, she spanked all the harder. Despite all my efforts, I finally had to cry out just like a youngster undergoing a spanking. My humiliation was twice as bad when I realized that, with the thin walls of the cottage, Julie could undoubtedly hear me crying and carrying on. I thought that she could probably even hear the loud smacks of the hairbrush landing on my bare bottom. I could just imagine her amused smiles at the thought of her big, strong boyfriend getting spanked and carrying on like a baby.
Mildred finally released me and I was aflame. Sobbing bitterly, I quickly replaced my clothes and retreated to my room. Next morning at breakfast I had to take a deep breath before sitting down, and I kept my eyes averted to avoid their knowing glances. Neither Julie nor her aunt made any comment about the incident, and of course I was grateful for that.
After breakfast Julie asked me to take a walk with her. When we were alone, she gave me an affectionate kiss and told me that she sympathized with me completely. She explained that Mildred was very hard on her when it came to discipline, and that she knew how much that hairbrush could sting and burn. "Now that you're one of the family, so to speak," she told me. "I hope it will draw us both closer--I mean both of us getting the same spankings when we misbehave!"
I was considerably surprised by this comment, and when I questioned Julie about it she explained that her aunt had been thinking about it for some time. She added that she was quite proud of me, admitting that she had been afraid that I would "chicken" out and that would have meant that we would not have been able to see each other again. After first, I was inclined to think that Julie was just leading me on.
However, later that day her aunt drew me aside and confirmed what Julie had said. I thought up more arguments than a Philadelphia lawyer, but she refused to change her position. Since then I've been subject to the same discipline as Julie. Her aunt is very hard on both of us and we both get it but good whenever we misbehave. It has been a real comedown for me, but her aunt tells me I have no choice if I wish to continue seeing Julie. To make it all the more embarrassing for me, I have recently been developing quite obvious erections while over her lap for a spanking. She chides me about it unmercifully, telling me that it just proves that I like to be spanked by a woman and that I need to be spanked all the harder because of it.
CASE HISTORY NO. 35.
My interest in spanking goes back to my high school days. I grew up in a more or less rural neighborhood where the discipline tended to be fairly strict, although in my own home it was not. One of my friends in high school was a fellow who lived with his aunt and uncle on a nearby farm. One day when he and I were talking generally, the subject of discipline came up. I was considerably astonished when he confided to me in strictest confidence that he was still getting spankings from his aunt! Since we were both almost seventeen, I could hardly believe my ears but he assured me it was true.
When I recovered from my surprise, I found the whole idea very interesting and pressed him for details. With great reluctance and embarrassment, he gradually filled in the details after repeated questions from me. I first learned that he was spanked with the hairbrush while over his aunt's knee like any kid. It took quite awhile but he finally admitted that the spankings were always given on the bare bottom. That was really a surprise, considering his age. He said that his aunt insisted on spanking him that way, and ruefully admitted that you hadn't really been spanked unless you had been spanked completely bare.
In the days that followed, I found myself practically overcome with curiosity about what a spanking would feel like. The idea of being spanked bare by a woman seemed to me the ultimate in indignity and embarrassment, and I kept trying to imagine what it would be like. My friend's aunt was a well built woman, and it was apparent that she could really lay it on with a hairbrush. I would try to place myself in my friend's position, wondering what it would be like to bend over her knee with my pants and shorts down.
I kept questioning him about his experiences to find out more about the subject. I learned that she always spanked him very soundly, making him stay across her knee for up to five minutes while she spanked him long and hard with the hairbrush. He admitted that he couldn't take it without crying. I later learned that he was not even permitted to prepare himself for a spanking--his aunt did it for him even at his grown up age! That really got to me, as I could hardly imagine that kind of indignity.
The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. I finally got to the point where I actually wanted to get spanked to find out what it was like. I don't know what I felt like that but somehow the idea of being soundly spanked on the bare bottom by a woman was both frightening and exciting. I often saw my friend's aunt, and whenever I did I couldn't help imagining what it would be like to be over her knee for a spanking. At first, it was mostly daydreaming and I never thought of it as actually happening.
One day when I was once more questioning my friend about his experiences, he laughed and said that he should have his aunt give me a spanking to satisfy my curiosity. I swallowed hard and, trying to keep calm, said that it might be a good idea but that his aunt would probably be against the idea. He laughed again and remarked that, if he knew his aunt as well as he thought he did, she would probably think it was a great idea. Without trying to sound too interested, I told him that I couldn't help being very curious about it.
The next day at school he told me that he had talked to his aunt about it, and had let her know that I was curious about experiencing the same type of spanking he got. In reply, she had remarked that I really did need to get spanked, and if I did not get it at home it might be a good idea if someone else did the job. When he more or less dared me to go to their home after school, I knew that I had to go. I couldn't think of anything else the rest of the day, and by the time school was out I was in a complete state of nerves. When school was out my friend remained to play ball, saying that it was best for me to go alone.
By the time I got to her place, I was feeling very light-headed and my knees were weak. When she opened the door, I went beet red and stammered some greeting. She seemed a little surprised but obviously pleased, and invited me in. Immediately she asked if what her nephew had told her was true, and with my eyes lowered I admitted that it was. She said that there was no point in wasting time, remarking that she felt that I really needed some discipline and that she hoped it would do me some good. With that she ordered me to accompany her upstairs to the sewing room, where I knew the spankings were always administered.
Overcoming a last minute impulse to back out, I went up the stairs with her. Scared is hardly the word for it. I had never been so scared in my entire life. In the sewing room, I quickly spotted the old fashioned wooden hairbrush that was kept there for this one purpose. It was well rounded and obviously very efficient, particularly when swung by a well built woman like her. She closed the door and pulled a chair out from the wall. Standing by the side of the chair, she told me to come to her.
She wasted no time with explanations. While I stood there scarlet with embarrassment, she quickly and efficiently unfastened and lowered my pants and shorts. Believe me, I thought I would die with mortification, and not only looked but felt ridiculous as I stood there foolishly tugging at my shirt-tails and blushing furiously. Many times I had imagined that situation, but in reality it was even more embarrassing than I had imagined.
She reached for her hairbrush and sat down on the chair. Clumsily and feeling ludicrous, I lowered myself across her lap. She quickly pulled my shirt-tails up out of the way. The humiliation of lying over her lap was intense, and it was accompanied by the frightening sensation of having nothing to protect my bare bottom from her hairbrush. I had also imagined this situation many times before, but in reality it was even more embarrassing and scary than I had thought it would be.
In a moment the first spank of the hairbrush landed on my completely naked bottom. Did that ever sting! She began putting the hairbrush to me good and hard. I had never dreamed that a hairbrush could smart that furiously. After the spanking got started, she seemed to spank harder and harder. I had no idea that a woman could or would spank that hard. The tears came and I had to howl despite myself.
With my bottom on fire, she spanked up and down my legs nearly to my knee. By this time I was simply burning up all over and had no dignity left. To my embarrassment, I suddenly realized that I had developed a full erection while twisting about on her lap! It was impossible to conceal it from her, of course. Finally, the spanking came to a halt.
She watched closely as I struggled to replace my clothing afterward, doing my best to keep her from seeing my erection. To my surprise, she got up and gave me a warm kiss and hug, pressing me against her. While I gasped with astonishment, she ran her hand down over the front of my pants and grasped my bulging penis. I had had no previous experience and came right in my pants. She realized what had happened and, giving me another kiss, sent me to the bathroom.
She was in the kitchen when I came out later, still smarting and prickling from the thorough spanking she had given me and somewhat embarrassed about the reaction I had shown. Some cookies and a glass of milk were on the table for me. I found that the spanking hadn't hurt my appetite one bit. When I finished my snack, I awkwardly stammered out to her that I felt much closer to her because of what had happened. She gave me a big hug, told me that I had shown a wonderful attitude and she was really pleased about the way I had taken it like a man. As we walked to the door, I admitted to her that I was jealous of her nephew. Laughing and giving me a playful smack on the seat of my pants, she told me that there was no reason for me to be jealous for she was planning to give me quite a few more spankings in the future!
From then on until I went into the service at nineteen, I was under her domination and loved every minute of it. Because my parents were away from home a lot, she began visiting our home when they were out. Whenever she came, her sturdy hairbrush would be in her handbag. It wouldn't be long before I was face down over her knee getting a sound spanking on the bare bottom. She taught me to perform cunnilingus for her after every spanking, and then would permit me to have intercourse with her.
In the service I met and later married a buxom, strong-willed brunette. When she heard about the discipline I had been receiving, she took to the idea like a duck takes to water. She had me go right out and buy her a solid wood hairbrush and she lost no time trying it out. After I had been most thoroughly set afire, she directed me to perform cunnilingus on her. That was before we were engaged, and when we were married we had an express understanding that my wife was to be the boss. That was over four years ago and my wife still has me under very firm control.
CASE HISTORY NO. 36.
I am the rental agent for an apartment building, and often collect the rent in person. One of our apartments is occupied by a young couple in their mid-twenties. Kay, the wife, is a gorgeous blonde who must be around 6'2" in her stocking feet. When I went to their apartment sometime ago to collect the rent, I made a most interesting discovery.
Kay answered the door, looking quite embarrassed as she opened it just a little to see who was there. The reason for her embarrassment became apparent when she opened the door the rest of the way. She was wearing a white blouse with a little pleated black skirt that ended just below her hips, revealing white thighs and black nylon stockings held up by black supporters. Her platinum blonde hair was done in braids and fastened with ribbons of various colors. She wore spike heels that made her even taller. To say the least, I was astounded to find her in such an unusual and revealing outfit.
Closing the door hastily once I was inside, Kay blushingly explained the situation. It seems there was a little matter of her spending too much money on a new dress, and that as a result her husband had prescribed "punishment dress" for an indefinite period. I, of course, was fascinated and pressed for more details. Kay was understandably embarrassed but invited me to sit down. She indicated that she preferred to stand because of her short skirt. I knew what she meant, for even as she walked a glimpse of her black panties was visible.
She explained that her husband was definitely the boss, and that she preferred it that way despite the embarrassment and discomfort it often caused her. She revealed that embarrassing costumes, such as the one she was wearing, were just one of her punishments. She added that he often punished her in front of visitors, even going so far as to require her to invite some of their friends to witness the disciplinary sessions. She also remarked that since her husband would find out that I had been there to collect the rent, I might get an invitation to see her put through her paces. She blushed prettily when I told her I wouldn't miss that for the world.
Sure enough Kay called that evening and, in a quaking voice, asked me if I would like to come over to have a drink and to see her punished. When I arrived, Kay answered the door still wearing the same costume and looking both scared and embarrassed. While her husband and I sat on the couch, Kay fixed us both a drink. After serving us, she meekly went to a corner and stood there, her face to the wall. When I looked surprised , her husband explained that when she was undergoing discipline she had to stand in the corner until called for.
We had an interesting conversation while Kay stood there, head lowered. Finally he called for her and she meekly walked over to him. He ordered her to put on a march record on the record player and to do a punishment march for us. When she swallowed hard and pleaded to be spared, he threatened to spank her. Haplessly Kay followed his instructions. He made her march "Spanish Step" style, lifting each knee as high as possible with each step. With her long legs, it was quite a sight to see. During the entire time the record was on, which must have been twenty minutes, Kay marched back and forth in front of us, making a revealing and very leggy picture. She blushed scarlet the entire time, but never once questioned her husband's authority.
After this, she was told to fix us another drink. While he and I sipped on our drinks and talked at length, Kay waited anxiously in the corner. Finally, at her husband's command, she blushingly walked over to him and lowered herself over his lap. Without further ado, he pulled her skirt back and proceeded to lower her panties. While I watched in fascination, he smacked her pretty bottom briskly on both cheeks with his open palm. Kay squealed, wriggling her buxom hips and prettily kicking her long, stockinged legs with frantic jerks that exposed all of her feminine charms. He didn't stop until her attractive bottom was as red as her face, and the tears were flowing quite heavily.
