This is an old story sent in a long time ago.
Dear Barbie,
My roommate and I decided that spanking was a solution
to our difficulties. If one of us messes up, the other one
spanks. The culprit has no say in the matter. It is a matter
of discipline so the spanker is like a parent. Up until
lately, I have received one spanking for every five that I
have given Connie. Connie is rather impulsive and a free
spirit. She very seldom thinks before she gets herself all
embroiled in something -- really too many things. She almost
never plans and seems to have no organizational skills. I
suppose one would find me the opposite. We have been reading
your publication since it started. Being a woman of the
modern times, I walked into this little "adult" store in the
city. I can't remember what statement I was making for my
feminism that day but I found SPANKING: JUST US GIRLS and
bought a copy. I had never seen a spanking magazine before.
I must say, that little store is the place for me. I just
wish there were more women there on my lunch hour and not so
many guys. I feel like I should have a big red S stamped on
my chest when I leave the store. Anyway, about spanking Connie -- I absolutely love to
do it. I had never confessed that to Connie until lately.
Connie goes after the brush or the paddle when I tell her
that she has a spanking coming and then looks so childish.
She almost cries before she is over my knees. She kicks and
squirms and begs as her bottom reddens and bounces over my
lap. We have agreed that the spanking must be hard enough to
really make the spankee sorry that she had misbehaved.
Connie is always very sorry.
Lately I spanked Connie for several days in a row. She
had given our phone number to a guy she met in a bar. He was
a real jerk and she didn't know him at all. He called and
harassed us both. I got provoked at her for not telling him
to get lost. She is too kind to tell a guy to get lost. This
guy needed to be told in no uncertain terms. He didn't take
hints. I began spanking her after a few calls because she
hadn't stopped them. I spanked her three days in a row with
the hairbrush quite hard. The fourth day, I heard her tell
him to buzz off. She threatened to call the police and the
phone company if he called again.
She was surprised when I told her to go get the oven
shovel when she hung up. She almost refused. She kept
claiming that she shouldn't be spanked this time because she
had told him to stop calling. I reminded her that I had
warned her that she would be spanked every day he called. He
called. She was about to be spanked. I did point out how
lenient I was being by using the oven shovel instead of the
hairbrush this time.
She didn't see it that way since her bottom was already
the color of tomato soup and still aching. But that was just
too bad. I spanked her with the stinging oven shovel and
really made her hop around on my lap. I probably should be
sorry that I enjoyed her discomfort but the truth is, it
really was exciting to make her take another spanking when
she was so sore.
When Connie spanks me, I don't know how she feels. She
is very quiet and stern about it. All business. She makes me
get the hairbrush or oven shovel and get across her knees.
She hardly says a word to me. She bares my bottom and then,
because she knows that I try to be stoic and not make a
sound or even move, she starts on my thighs and lower
bottom. I can't take it there very many times before I start
to yell and then to break down and cry. When I start to cry,
she moves up to my fuller bottom cheeks and makes them red.
Then she goes back to my lower bottom and thighs and really
gets a response. It embarrasses me terribly to be spanked
and I just want it over with when it happens. I will confess
that I have fantasies about it afterwards but I'm really
uncomfortable about it when it happens to me. I think I'm
just too old to be spanked. I also don't like to admit that
I deserve a spanking. It is okay for Connie to deserve one
but not for me.
Things changed the other day. I don't know if it was
because of JUST US GIRLS -- I did share the publications
with Connie or if Connie just decided I deserved a bit more.
However, we got a notice that our electric was about to be
turned off. Now I pay the bills and I do it on time. I
always have. I called the electric company after checking my
checkbook and seeing that I had written the check. Connie
insisted on looking in my car. Would you believe that the
electric bill had fallen and was under the seats?
Connie announced that she knew exactly what would
happen to her if she had been so careless and sent me after
the hairbrush. Well, I didn't have one way to defend myself.
She was right, I would have spanked her good for it. I knew
it. So I resigned myself to pay for the accident.
Connie spanked me like she always did and when it was
over, I cried and started to pull up my panties. She stopped
me. I was surprised when she said that she wasn't done yet.
She thought I needed more of a lesson than just a few
whacks. My bottom didn't think I had had a few whacks! I
felt like I was on fire.
She pulled a dining room chair to a corner and told me
to have a seat. I couldn't believe it when she ordered,
"Keep that bottom bare and sit down on that wooden seat."
I thought about arguing but remembered that I wasn't
allowed. We had agreed that the spanker decided when the
spanking ended. I also remembered that I had told Connie
that I thought anyone standing in the corner was silly. At
the moment I would have given anything to be standing
instead of wiggling on that hard seat.
She handed me a clock -- an electric one and told me to
set the alarm for one hour. I did and she put it under the
chair. I wasn't looking forward to an hour of sitting there
on that chair. My bottom was twitching and itching and
aching. I wanted to go to my room, cry in peace and rub it.
Then things got worse. We have a floor light with three
spotlights on it. I knew when she moved that behind me and
turned it on. My shadow of myself sitting in the corner was
there. I can't remember when I was so embarrassed. My pants
were bunched on my thighs. My body was outlined and the
chair was partially visible. The shadow picture, silhouette,
of me sitting in the corner like a bad little kid. I wanted
to kill her. I kept my mouth shut and let the tears run down
my cheeks.
I didn't know an hour could be so long. The alarm went
off finally and I jumped. Connie was right there with the
oven shovel. I saw it as she told me to stand up and come
over to her. I reached for my panties again but she told me
to leave them alone. She had me bend over and grab my
ankles. Then she told me that she was examining my bottom. I
heard her at the lights and could see my silhouette bent
over. Those spotlights were on my butt. I thought about
straightening up and killing her but I held on to my ankles.
She came to my side and ran her hand over my bottom. Then
she circled my waist and told me to get ready. She wanted me
to understand how upset she would get if our electric was
cut off and she couldn't have hot water or lights or TV. She
smacked my bottom with that oven shovel until I couldn't be
still and she couldn't hold me.
She ordered me to sit myself down again. I tried to
balk but she swung the oven shovel with deadly aim. I sat
down to protect myself. She handed me the clock and I set it
for the next hour. There wasn't a doubt in my mind about
what was going to happen when the clock alarm went off the
next time.
I will admit that I was wishing that I hadn't been so
hard on her over that phone call.
The hour was terrible this time, much worse than
before. I couldn't be still. I couldn't stop crying. And I
couldn't stop begging her to let this be enough. I was
really a baby about the spanking. First time I hadn't taken
it like a "man" until it was almost over.
By the time ten o'clock came I was relieved to have her
order me to bed. I had been bent over and spanked three
times. My bottom was tired of the hard wood as well as the
pain. I was miserable and very, very certain that I would
take the electric bill to the window and never mail it
again. My relief at being ordered to bed was short lived
when Connie followed me down the hall with the announcement
that she was going to tuck me in. She carried the oven
shovel with her so I had a feeling what she meant. I was
right.
Then came the next embarrassing scene. She ordered me
to get ready for bed. I have never undressed in front of a
woman before. So, I undressed. I know that my face was
almost as red as my bottom. Then she asked what I wore and I
know I got even redder. I mumbled that I didn't sleep in
clothes. She smiled and tapped the oven shovel to her hand
and told me to come to her then. She was sitting on my bed.
I was over her knees again in no time. I was also begging
her to go easy on me.
I started to yowl and cry with the first smack. I don't
know how many I received but it was plenty. Then she
informed me that we would talk about the late payment the
next evening after I got home from work. She wanted the
receipt and she wasn't finished with my punishment yet.
I kept saying "No... No more... No!" but she simply
left the room and closed the door.
All day I wondered if I would be spanked again. Sitting
was next to impossible. I don't know how I had done it the
night before. I was a nervous wreck thinking about more
spanking. Connie was certainly teaching me a lesson all
right. I would never spank her every day again.
When I got home, I handed over the late fee card with
the stamp to prove that the electric had been paid. Connie
looked it over and told me to get the oven shovel. I started
crying right then. I begged her not to spank me any more. I
was asked if I would rather have the hairbrush. I got the
oven shovel.
She made me undress myself again and then bend over. I
looked around and watched her move the floor lamp again. I
hated it. I hated that light. I hated her. I hated the way I
was feeling. What I hated most of all was that along with
the pain, I had had the most wondrous feelings all day. I
was so hot. I couldn't imagine it. But it was so. I hoped
that she wouldn't notice. At least that she wouldn't
comment.
She read the late fee which came to $10.65. She said,
"So, $10. Okay, here we go." She swung that oven shovel and
connected with me 10 hard swats. I shook and yelled. I
begged her. I stood up when we reached ten and she grabbed
me by the ear. "What do you mean leaving position, young
lady. You still have the 65 cents to account for."
She bent me over. She grabbed my waist and then with
her hand, she gave me sixty-five swats. At least I assume it
was sixty-five. It felt like two thousand. With her hand. I
had always thought that a hand could do little. Well, if one
is already so sore that she feels raw, a hand is a lot.
"Now, to your room, young lady. No supper for you
tonight."
I cried all the way to my room. I threw myself down on
the bed and beat on it with my fists and kicked my feet. I
hurt so much and I knew that touching my bottom was out of
the question. I didn't realize that she had followed me
until she spoke.
"I'll be in to tuck you in later, honey. Then this will
be over, this time."
I looked up and screamed but she went out the door and
paid no attention to me. I may not have had to sit on a
chair with a spotlight on me this evening but it certainly
wasn't a good evening for me. When she finally came in to
tuck me in, I begged her like I have never begged before.
She only used her hand but believe me, it was enough. She
didn't say anything about the room's aroma but I know that
she had to notice. I'm not sure that either of us will ever
bring that up.
While I'll be more careful about how many times in a
row I spank Connie, I am looking forward to the next time
she is in trouble. That young lady is going to sit in a
corner with a spotlight on her. Let's see how she likes it.
I have now subscribed to JUST US GIRLS and THE BOTTOM
LINE. I also got a list of all the spanking stories from CF.
I find it incredible that these are available. Thanks for
making it possible.
DH
New York
Dear DH,
Glad you discovered the spanking material. Now it is
time to discover the spanking community. There are many of
us in Spankingland. Since you are in NYC, you should watch
out for another party, maybe in the spring and come join the
other folks who like to spank and be spanked. We like to
talk about. One of my friends said that what he liked about
Spankingland that it is filled with folks that he would like
to be friends with even if they didn't like spanking. I
quite agree.
Hope you have recovered some from the electric bill and
I bet it has been paid plenty early since this happened.
Perhaps you could have it taken automatically from your
bank. It might be safer for you. Poor Connie, I guess she is
in for it. From what you told us at the beginning of your
letter, I imagine she has already experienced the corner
treatment. Maybe she'll write us a note.
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