In the 1960's I, like many others, stumbled across Mr. Magazine in my obsessive quest for spanking material. There wasn't much back then besides the occasional adult bookstore novel. Janus did not even appear in the US until well into the 70's. Nu-West did not even exist until 1975. Pickin's were slim. Imagine then, finding this magazine that, month after month, featured spanking anecdotes in its "Letters" section. Forget that the letters were obviously fiction and outrageously over-the-top. It was like finding an oasis in a desert.
Although I have enjoyed reading your reports about spankings for some time
now, I never through I would be writing you about my experiences. Now,
however, it seems I can no longer keep from adding my two cents.
I never knew what a spanking was until I had been dating my husband for
about six month. I had a nasty temper and often got mad at him for no
reason and always regretted it later. He warned me several times but I
never believed he would really spank me. One night I threw a shoe at
him and that was it. I was pulled over his knee in nothing flat and he
whipped my skirt up to my shoulders. Even though I had panties on, they
were very thin and I knew he could see me right through them and I was
very embarrassed. Boy, if I only knew what was coming, this would have
been a laugh.
He told me he was going to give me a tanning I would never forget and
that I was to pull my own panties down to my ankles. I told him to go
to hell and with that he told me, “Baby, you asked for this.” He
stripped my panties down and began to spank my bare behind with his hand
so hard and hot that I started to cry and yell like a baby. With this,
he reached down and pulled my panties right off of me and stuffed them
into my mouth until I was only able to groan.
He continued then to really lay it on my exposed rear end until I
thought I was on fire. When he let me get up I really knew I had been
spanked and believe me I knew it for days afterwards too. He spanked me
once more before we were married but the next time when he had me over
his knee with my skirts up and he told me to take my panties down, I
didn’t waste any time getting them as far down as I could reach.
We have been married fourteen years now and I have become a different
person. Oh yes, I still get my behind paddled regularly but I can truly
say that it has never been except when I deserved it. In fact I really
get off pretty easy. It is always the same way and he always doesn’t
the job right. He is kind to me and we have had a wonderful life
together and all of my friends envy me very much even tho one or two of
my close friends know that I am kept in line and they know how too.
Some of your readers mention others seeing them get spanked but this
has only happened to me once. My girl friend and I went to the races
not long ago and we not only both lost our household money, we stopped
on the way home and had a few drinks too many and when we got home we
were both a little tipsy. When we came in I knew my husband was furious
and he told me right there that I would get it later after my girl
friend went home.
The drinks made me a little brave and instead of keeping my mouth shut,
I had to make a few smart cracks back to him and I finally made just one
too many. All of a sudden I found myself being yanked over his knee
with my bottom sticking up in the air. As I had slacks on I at least
thought I was safe on that score but the next think I knew he had the
slacks un-zippered and had them down around my ankles. Next my panties
were coming right down behind them and there I was, bared to the skin.
Believe me, he really laid it on like he hadn’t done in years. I could
feel my bare rear turning redder and redder and my face was red too from
having my girl friend standing right there and watching the whole
thing. This was the first time since before our marriage that he had to
take my panties completely off and stuff them in my mouth to stifle my
When he let me up I just stood there in front of both of them and
bawled. My girl friend felt terrible because the whole thing had been
her idea and said she really wished her husband would do the same to her
but knew he wouldn’t and her punishment would be worse because she would
feel bad for weeks to come. My husband agreed that she needed it as bad
as I did and offered his services only if I approved. I told him I not
only approved but that I would help him. With this I grabbed her and
shoved her face down across his lap and then didn’t wait for him to take
her slacks down but I took them down myself.
My husband said he thought she had better keep her panties up but I
would have no part of this as I was still standing there completely bare
from the waist down and with my bottoms burning like fire and felt that
if she was going to get it, it was going to be just the same way I had
I ripped her panties down off her so hard that I tore them so bad that
she had to leave them at our house when she left. She has always
bragged to all of us girls about her perfect figure and how she is so
much better built than the rest of us and making fun of us that I almost
laughed as I looked at her lying there across my husband’s lap: Boy he
had the biggest, broadest target you ever saw and as he began to lay it
onto her bare behind, if it didn’t get broader it sure got redder. She
had tears running down her cheeks in front and stripes running down her
cheeks in back but though she cried like a baby, she didn’t make too
much noise as she had just seen what happened to me when I yelled too
loud and she didn’t want her panties stuffed in her mouth like mine were.
After it was all over, we all had a drink together, and both my
girlfriend and I agreed that we had gotten just what we deserved and
would much rather have it this way and over with, than to have to listen
to a bunch of bitching for the next few weeks. My husband covered my
friend’s race losses for her so she wouldn’t have any trouble at home as
she had already paid for that.
I wondered how my friend would feel in the morning but when we had
coffee together the next day, standing up I might add, she agreed that
she thought more people should use that method instead of the verbal
fighting and struggling that some wives get. And this I think, is he
whole reason behind spanking and not a sex stimulant as some of your
writers suggest. Sex has never followed a spanking at our house and my
husband doesn’t connect the two together at all and neither do I.
Believe me, I like it this way and just hope the next fourteen years
are as wonderful as the last fourteen. And even though my husband has
never spanked anyone else again, my girl friend still mentions it
occasionally and says how lucky I am to have such a wonderful husband
and wishes so much that hers was just like mine.
Hope this adds something worthwhile and of interest to you other reports.
J. E. M., California
This letter from W.S. in your October issue seems to take a very
reasonable attitude about corporal punishment, but anyone who is
“surprised that correspondents don’t have much difficulty in spanking
strong and lively teens” would appear to be confused about the purpose
of a spanking – which is to convey the idea that the laws and orders are
to be obeyed in this world, or the law-enforcers can call in all the
help they need.
If a spanking takes the form of a short but intensive crash-course in
obeying an extremely arduous and embarrassing series of orders, the
teen will find it MUCH easier, by comparison, to comply with ordinary
everyday rules and regulations in the future.
This applies whether the culprit is eight or eighteen. The idea of
“too-big-to-be-spanked” is a mighty poor preparation for a world in
which the law enforcement authorities will fine, imprison, or even
execute a lawbreaker, without regard to age, size, sex, or anything else
of the kind.
The mere prospect of being taken to the spare bedroom is enough to
deter our four young ladies from most of the illegal temptation. If and
when the prospect isn’t enough, she can get effective assistance in
learning to make up her mind in an improved direction.
For example, she can choose between obeying the order to bring her own
hairbrush to the punishment room or of having someone else bring a strap
for her. And if the sentence was to be spanked with the strap to begin
with, she can choose between bringing the strap from my dresser drawer,
or of having me bring the rubber hose for her.
She can choose between getting the spanking stool from the closet (it’s
just and ordinary folding-type kitchen stepladder) and setting it up for
herself, or of collecting her spanking over the foot of the bed,
head-down with her father’s help.
She can choose between taking off her skirt and slip, or her slacks or
of having them taken off with her father’s help. After outer insulation
is off, one way or another , she can choose between taking down her
pants at her mother’s order, or of having them taken down for her, and
having the strap substituted for the hairbrush, or the hose for the strap.
She can choose between keeping her grip on the far rung throughout her
spanking, and having the punishment distributed equally across both
targets, or of letting go in an effort to protect her bottom, and then
having the rest of her spanking administered on one buttock at a time,
with the full remaining count applied to each. And she can always
insist on having her father needed to come in and hold her down.
She can choose to keep her feet together and on the floor at all times,
or of keeping them off the floor and pointed toward opposite walls at
all times – and having her father “assist” her to obey the order, if
She can remember to interrupt her howling long enough to count out each
spank, loud and clear, or of having the omitted spank repeated until she
does count it. (After just one experience in having a 24-swat sentence
extended to twice that number, for forgetting to count, all four girls
have remembered to count!)
She can elect to go directly from the stool to the radiator cover, and
present her sensitized bottom to it’s wood-mesh surface for a
five-minute mediation period, or she can have the spanking repeated and
then do her sitting – with her father’s “encouragement,” if necessary.
If she’d care to resist the sitting order twice, she can easily arrange
to have her father see her being spanked between her buttocks with the
rubber hose. Each of our four daughters has had to have that happen
exactly once, and never again! After that, they have learned to obey
the first time.
So, in answer to W. S’s question as to how it is possible to spank a
strong and lively teen without difficulty – one does this by
increasing the penalty, just as the penalty is increased if one resists
any law enforcement officer in the performance of his duty.
That’s the way it is in the world our girls will have to live in; they
might better find it out now than later.
B. C. D., Chicago
Dear JEM and BCD – Thank you both for taking the time to share your
experiences and opinions with your fellow readers. If past experience is
any guide, both of your statements are detailed and specific enough to
arouse considerable discussion both pro and con – among our readership.