ITC Spanking Magazine Reader’s Letters and Stories Special Number 4

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She shoved her blue and white striped cotton panties to join her jeans, comfortable under his command. Her irrationality had made it difficult for him to trust she'd accept her discipline. His cruel dice game had taught her an effective lesson.

After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise. Disliking her dilemma, she raised her arm, flipping a single die along the dining table. It bounced several times, rolling to a halt. One. Smoothing her dress over her stinging bottom, she followed him downstairs, determined to be the gracious hostess he expected. Me and my American husband husband lived in London in 1972. He had spanked me once for being careless and risking my life. He was not a spanker and I was not a spankee but the experience was overwhelming. Strolling through London we saw a JANUS magazine, and discovered we were not the only ones liking this. I hid around the corner, while my husband bought the magazine. We had a lot of fun and enjoyed spanking all through our 32 years of marriage. I am a widow now and still enjoy going across a man’s knee. Never too old for a good spanking across the knee on your bare bottom!” The army wife who had spread gossip about the husband's commanding officer's wife and, as a result, was stripped naked and spanked by her husband and the officer's wife in front of the officer;The two families are still great friends, and we visit each other quite regularly. I have never mentioned anything about that day since to Val, although I’ve always wanted to ask if she was just messing about. I suspect I’ll never get a straight answer. As far as I know, nobody knew anything about that paddling except us two. I certainly didn’t mention it to anyone. The wife who was spanked bare-bottom, and sometimes nude, by her husband in front of his friends and another couple when she was rude to him; Our latest author is Polly Jo who has recently submitted a 12-part serial called The Girl In The Striped Pyjamas.

Your forgiven." He placed the paddle on the dining table, removing his suit and underwear. His rigid manhood pointed hard at her. "Get naked, naughty girl. I'm going to cool your paddled bare butt." It's wonderful watching a happy young couple," Mrs. Davenport replied. "Thank you for your reassurance. After twenty years, our employees' futures matter." She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. Stings pretty good doesn’t it honey?” Val asked. No shit, I thought. But I certainly wasn’t going to swear – not in my current position! “Yes ma’am,” I answered honestly. I was speechless – two or three? How come I got eight? And ‘love taps’. My bottom told me very firmly that swats five and six were hard and the last two about as hard as she could manage. I am sure Val enjoyed paddling me.My ‘thing’ had always been the excitement of an over-the-knee spanking. I found the thought of being helpless, unable to move or wriggle away, terribly exciting. However, by 14 I had accepted that the chances of being turned over my mum’s knee were long gone, and it was something I was never going to experience. As we emerged into the kitchen area I asked her: “How many swats did the other boys get?”“Oh, I dunno. A couple got two and a one got three, I think. Mind you, they got real swats – not love taps like you!” She pushed my head playfully to one said, laughed and walked off.

Also at this time, the magazine began to run some "true" articles from women who described their upbringing or their current lives, always involving a healthy dose of spanking. These were even longer and more detailed than the letters, and typically they would describe corporal punishment growing up on a farm, in a large family, etc. and then the current situation the writers were in - always involving either a spanking husband or, in one memorable letter, belonging to a spanking club which had its own private island! Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap."Our latest author is Naughty Julie who has recently submitted a story called Corporal Punishment In Myanmar .

She obeyed, her skin stretching taut, swamping her paddled bottom in a storm of fresh sting. Appalled by her prospective pain, she cherished his ruthless zeal. At the far end of the basement was a table – and still lying there, where it had been left ,was the paddle. I was buzzing with hormones. It was the first time I’d seen a real paddle that had been used on children’s bottoms. It was about 20in long, including the handle and maybe 3in wide. Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems." With a bitter grimace, she twisted her wrist, casting her fate. The final die slowed, bumped its partner, settling on four.She'd rather he decide. Her savage, bare sting would be over soon, unless her next roll went against her. She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom.