Letter from a reader
My husband and I have been reading your stories with enjoyment,
but also with wonderment. I'm confused. I don't know what to think of
my situation. I am willing to admit that I enjoy reading
these your website very much. I'm not so willing to
admit some other things that reading these things make me
wonder about. I have always thought of spanking as
discipline until lately when my husband found your site online.
I always felt that I deserved a spanking when I got one. Then it
was always like an extra touch of forgiveness that making up after
the spanking was so nice. I guess I was simply naive, but I never really
thought about this. Here I am thirty-five and admitting to
being such an innocent. Instead of trying to figure it all
out, I'm going to tell you my story.
My most memorable spanking happened several years ago
about two days before my wedding. I have three sisters and
two of them were already home with their husbands, waiting
for the wedding. One of my sisters and I have a difficult
time getting along when the stress is high and believe me,
right before a wedding in the home of the bride, stress is
My sister and I got into it. That wasn't too unusual,
but in the middle of the fight, and it was getting to be a
fight, my mother walked in. She said, "Upstairs."
My sister and I looked at each other like we couldn't
believe what was happening. I don't know why we wouldn't
believe it, since my mother spanked all of us as long as we
were at home and then occasionally has spanked my married
sisters after their weddings when they were home on
vacation. Maybe it was because all the relatives were there.
We obeyed her. It was a long walk upstairs. We each
went to our rooms and left the door open. That was the way
it was done in our house. I heard my mother coming up the
steps. I heard her walk down the hall past my room and on
into hers. I couldn't hear her in her room because of her
carpet but I knew she was walking across to her dresser to
get the dreadful hairbrush.
I soon heard her in the hall again. As she got to my
room, I held my breath. I don't know if it is worse to hear
a spanking first or to get it first, but when mom has the
hairbrush and is ready, I never am. I want to put it off as
long as possible.
She passed by room and went to my sister's. I could
hear her scolding my sister like she was a little kid
instead of a twenty-five year old woman who had her own
home. I heard her order my sister to take down her jeans. I
heard my sister sob and I knew that mom was taking down her
panties. We all do this little gulp when our panties go
I could hear the noises that made me know that mom was
putting Janice over her knees and making her stick her
bottom up for a good, sound spanking with her hairbrush. We
all hate the hairbrush. It really hurts forever.
Mom has had us all watch the others get a spanking in
the past but generally she has us each wait in our own room
with our door open so we can hear. While watching the other
sister get it is embarrassing for the one getting it,
hearing and imagining, and knowing that you are next is much
worse. Mom makes the punishment much more memorable by doing
it this way.
I winced and jumped and rubbed my bottom as that
hairbrush slapped against my poor sister's bottom. I heard
her cries of pain and knew that I would sound just like her.
I wiggled and wished that I could just run away. I hated to
be spanked. I hated to get one with a sister and have to
wait for it. I just hated it.
Finally I heard mom ask Janice if she had started the
fight. Janice cried and begged even as she admitted that she
had. One time one of us didn't admit to being the instigator
and Mom gave us all such a working over until we told that
all of us admit to our faults these days. It just isn't
worth it not to.
I heard Janice coming toward me down the hall. She was
sobbing. She was also scuffling in her jeans and hurrying.
She opened the bathroom door. I knew what she was doing.
Getting the razor strap. She would be strapped because she
had started the fight.
I heard her go back to her room. She was really crying.
We all hate the strap. I heard Mom tell her to get off her
jeans and panties and get up on the bed with the bolster
under her tummy. Each of our beds had its own bolster for
this very purpose.
I heard Mom ask her if she would rather have the strap
across her bottom or hold it. That was terrible. Either we
got to look at it or feel it. I never knew which was worse.
I knew that my sister was over that bolster with her rump up
and her legs spread as far as she could spread them. Her
bottom and everything else was facing the open door. We all
hated that because anyone who wasn't being spanked was
allowed to come upstairs and stand in the doorway. In this
case, I heard Janice's husband come up the steps.
Then I heard Mom tell Janice that she would be back to
finish as soon as she had talked to me. I knew what that
meant. Janice would lie there and wait and listen. It was
terrible to know that Mom was coming back for a session with
the strap. I felt sorry for Janice but I forgot to feel
anything but panic as Mom came into my room and I was on the
receiving end of a scolding and then told to take down my
It was just as bad as it always was. That hairbrush
doesn't give an inch and the burning sting is enough to make
a girl beg and cry from the first stroke. Mom believes in
making a naughty girl know how displeased she is.
I was crying and stomping when Mom finally let me up
and said she hoped that she didn't have to do that again
before the wedding. She assured me that she would give my
husband-to-be a hairbrush as a gift, just as she had her
Then I had to keep my panties down around my ankles and
shuffle out to the hallway. I faced the wall and kept my
bottom on display while Mom went back to complete my
sister's punishment. Janice really screamed as the strap
crossed her cheeks. I wiggled from one foot to the other and
wished that my brother-in-law wasn't standing in the
hallway. Of course, I knew it was going to get worse. I was
sure that Mom would make us do everything that she always
made us do. And she did.
It wasn't long before my sobbing and gulping sister was
leading the way down the steps. My Mom had allowed me to
pull my pants up far enough to get down the steps. Once down
stairs with our bottoms as red as apples, we bent over the
couch back, side by side. We would be required to stay in
this position for the next half an hour. If someone came in,
it was only right that we be embarrassed. As Mom explained
it, we didn't mind showing off so that we had to be spanked,
we could just show ourselves afterwards too.
My fiance walked in during my half hour over the couch
and I was mortified. I hadn't planned to tell him about this
part of my life. I was hoping that he would take the
hairbrush gift as a joke. I had little hope since my other
sisters were sure to talk, but I was going to try it.
Since so many of the family were coming in for the
wedding, I met all too many of them bottom end first that
day. It was totally humiliating. Needless to say, I kept my
stress under control until after the wedding. Once spanked
and bottom up on that couch were enough for me.
I have been married about thirteen years now and my
husband does spank me. Some people would find it odd to
learn that my mother spanks me too. We live far enough away
that I don't see her real often but she visits us from time
to time and whenever she stays a week, it never fails, I end
up bottom up.
My husband admits that he loves to watch Mom spank me.
I just feel pain and embarrassment when it happens. However,
after a spanking from Mom, generally toward the end of the
stay, we really make love frantically. Often, I get another
spanking because I have been such a bad girl that my mother
had to spank me. It would seem that my bad behavior is a
reflection on my husband.
Reading your website makes me wonder if I would like
to find a "mom" who likes spanking who could play spanking
games with my husband and me. But I don't know, when you
play these games, do you really get a hard spanking like my
I guess what worries me the most is, are mom's
spankings some kind of perverted sexual thing? I don't know
what to think.
Anyway, I do get some easier spankings now that we are
reading your stories. I'm glad we found them. A spanking
that isn't so hard really makes me wet, especially when I
know that the whole purpose of this spanking is to turn me
on. It is all so amazing!
There are all kinds of spankings. Why not just enjoy
the ones you can and not worry!