True Spanking Stories
Volume II
True accounts of erotic spanking, bdsm spanking, punishment spanking, discipline spanking, OTK spanking, kinky spanking, corporal punishment, domestic discipline, and spanking fetishism, with hand, hairbrush, paddle, strap, switch, and more.
Edited by
Sasha Cave
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True Spanking Stories
Volume II
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Table of Contents
19–Year–Old Girl Got Spanked in Front of Brother
French Girlfriend Begs for Hard Spankings
Trust Me—I’m Here to Spank You
Parents Rein in Their Teen Daughter
Make Your Sub Choose the Punishment
Punishment with a Switch Causes Disaster
Put Your Sub’s Punishment in the Hands of Fate
High School Teachers Paddled the Prettiest Girls
Spanking Strengthens a Couple’s Relationship, Say Two Scientific Studies
I Want My Girlfriend to Spank Me
“I’d Die of Shame”
“Some Friends Already Know”
“My Husband Told My Girl Friends”
“Liberating to Be ‘Outed’?”
“Outdoor Spanking Close Calls”
“Depends Who Caught Me”
Class Report on Spanking Got Him in Trouble
How To Spank an 18-year-old Young Lady?
The Same as When She Was Seventeen
With Hairbrush and Corner Time
Until She’s Crying and Sorry
With a Hairbrush on Wet Buttocks
With a Yardstick
With a Wet Towel
By Her Brother on the Bare
My Sister Spanked Me for Messing with Her Vibrator
Wants Husband to Spank Her Harder
Spanking Lawsuit Reveals Team–building Gone Wild
Spanking Lawsuit Could Be Moving Forward
Benefits from Judicial Punishment
Parents Walked in on Their Daughter Spanking Her Girlfriend
A Human Puppy to Love and Spank
Advice on Spanking a Human Puppy Dog
Okay to Enjoy a Casual Spanking
Getting the Paddle in Oklahoma Schools
My Girlfriend’s Sister’s Movie Theater Punishment
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Editor’s Introduction
I hope you will find True Spanking Stories, Volume II “entertaining ... fascinating ... eye-opening ... illuminating ... exciting ... erotically charged ... and a real page turner.” Those are the words of the readers and critics who saw the advance sheets.
Our previous collection, True Spanking Stories, Volume I, was enthusiastically received, both by readers and critics. Here is True Spanking Stories, Volume II, a second multi-faceted window into the world of spanking and related subjects.
Once again, in letters describing their actual experiences, dozens of men and women tell about spanking and being spanked, and their thoughts, emotions and sensations that surround the experiences.
As with Volume I, the spankings here include erotic, play and discipline spankings. Every relationship between spanker and spanked appears. For example, husband/wife and wife/husband; boyfriend/girlfriend; girlfriend/girlfriend; parent/teen; brother/sister; teacher or principal/student; sorority sister/pledge; policeman/arrestee; reformatory or prison warder/inmate. And much more.
As with Volume I, “spanking” is a broad term that covers all kinds of implements. For example: strap and belt; hairbrush; paddle; cane; switch; birch; crop—and, of course, the hand, vigorously applied to reddening buttocks.
There is every imaginable setting, circumstance, technique, detail and ritual. Corner time, before and after. Different positions. Spanking combined with other punishments. Spanking in private or in front of others.
Experiences range from pleasurable, erotic and even therapeutic, to painful and humiliating. Or, as some of the writers point out, a mixture of conflicting physical and emotional feelings.
This duality or multiplicity of emotions, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one emotion morphing to another, is one of the most fascinating aspects of spanking. Pain and pleasure, submission and empowerment, punishment and security, and of course erotic excitement and release entwined with physical pain—spanking means different things to different people.
In fact, spanking can mean different things even to one person. The spanker or person spanked can experience spanking in many contexts; two physically similar experiences can be experienced with emotions as different as night and day.
Spanking, with one person imposing submission and pain on the other, embodies power transfer, and that dynamic alone makes the experience vivid, whether or not sex is involved, and whatever the context of the spanking. Spanking can create amazing self-awareness of body, mind and feelings; it can give an extraordinary opportunity to relate to one’s own body and to other people.
That spanking can be done in so many ways, can occur in so many contexts, can engender so many feelings, reveals how multifaceted the act can be. Or should one say, not the “act,” but the relationship—between spanker and spanked, and occasionally between observer, seen or unseen, and the parties? Certainly, whether or not sex is involved, the act is rich in cultural and erotic implications and sometimes taboos.
As with True Spanking Stories, Volume I, the letters in True Spanking Stories, Volume II were hand-picked from thousands of others, to offer a rainbow of diverse experiences, thoughts, feelings and sexuality, as well as writing styles. Still, I favored vivid accounts of spanking and the writers’ emotions. I have edited as little as possible, mainly for spelling, grammar and punctuation. Some “foreign” English, such as Scottish, British and Australian, has been translated into American English and spelling. In many cases, names of people, schools and towns have been changed for legal or privacy reasons. Otherwise, I let these spanking letters speak for themselves.
I hope you will find this collection as enjoyable and fascinating as I found the task of choosing the letters.
— Sasha Cave, Editor
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19-Year-Old Girl Got Spanked in Front of Brother
— Daphne B., San Bernardino, California
I am a 19-year-old woman and a sophomore at University of Southern California. I have a brother who’s fifteen and sister who’s fourteen and have never gotten along with either.
Our parents were strict, and strongly believed in corporal punishment for children and teenagers as the quickest and most effective means of discipline and correction.
Recently, I was home from college for a weekend visit. I had brought my boyfriend George along with me, to show him around my town. It isn’t much of a town, but we had milkshakes at the very first McDonald’s restaurant only twenty minutes away, and we also watched sport parachute jumping nearby. Those are the main tourist attractions around here.
When we returned to my home, my brother and sister were there, along with my brother’s girlfriend Joyce. She was so pretty and nice I couldn’t figure out what she saw in my brother. Maybe opposites do attract. I wondered whether I should drop a word in her ear if I found her alone.
Soon I got in a three-way argument with my siblings, who always stuck together against me. They used gutter language first, but unfortunately I was the one my mother overheard. She summoned my father and they both ignored my protests. George had been outside when it happened so he couldn’t back me up. I think Joyce wanted to speak up for me, but wouldn’t go against my brother.
In front of not only my brother and sister, but my boyfriend George and my brother’s girlfriend Joyce, my father ordered me to pull my cutoffs and panties down and bend over a sofa with my butt up in the air. He asked them all to stay and watch “what happens to young ladies who don’t act like young ladies.” Then, leaving me horribly exposed, he sent my sister to fetch his paddle.
You would have thought she’d rush to get the paddle, but she took as long as she could, to drag out my ordeal. I was mortified as my siblings gloated over my predicament. George and Joyce, though sympathetic, looked on in amazement.
My father uses an oak paddle. It’s hard and heavy, and has three lines of holes drilled in it. It causes agonizing pain, with a burning surface smart morphing into deep muscle pain. Bent over as I was, my butt muscles were drawn tight, which makes each stroke worse.
My father, with everyone watching, gave me a cruel shellacking with his paddle, hitting me again and again across both shaking, burning buttocks. Each smack made a loud splatting noise. As I always had, I screamed, cried and begged, but none of that did me any good. All I did was provide a better show for my audience. My father gave each stroke only when I was quiet and still. By the end I was a mess, shaking and sweating all over with the pain, and crying until I had no tears left.
My brother and sister were grinning and almost jumping up and down in enjoyment. (I couldn’t see them behind me, but that’s what George and Joyce told me later.) George and Joyce were horrified, and Joyce was also upset by their sadistic enjoyment of my ordeal. In fact, George and Joyce kept asking my father to stop, telling him I’d “had enough” and was plainly sorry, but he kept at it. My buttocks ended up a shocking deep red, and I can’t even describe the pain.
When my father finally finished, he left me over the couch for five minutes more, in the same wide-open position with swollen butt exposed, as a lesson to my siblings, before letting George and Joyce help me up. In fact Joyce had to help me pull up my clothes.
Joyce wanted to put wet ice bags on me, but one of my father’s rules is that there is no relief after a paddling. I was in so much pain I could barely sit at dinner, and also had to listen to my siblings’ stupid comments and teasing. But right after dinner, Joyce, as if on the spur of the moment, invited George and me over to her house (and pointedly did not invite my brother.) Joyce put me on her bed, pants and panties down, got ice and plastic bags from her kitchen, and George and she held wet cold packs against my swollen behind. That helped some.
George and I found an excuse to cut our visit to my home short. Back at school he confessed his feelings. He said he felt horrible seeing me suffer, but was excited in a weird way. I wasn’t completely surprised; I’d gotten an inkling of his feelings already. In fact I’d gotten excited when I’d seen my brother and sister punished, and when I’d once walked in on a girlfriend being punished with a belt. George was turned on remembering and talking about me being paddled, and we had sex again and again.
Another bit of good came out of the horrible paddling. Joyce, that little sweetie, was so disgusted with my kid brother’s behavior that she broke up with him. She’d told him he should have admitted to my parents that he and my sister started the argument and used bad language first. She’d also told him it was disgusting to see him and my sister gloating over my pain. She told me about their break up when she phoned two days later to ask “how your butt is doing.”
She said my brother is pissed off at me for breaking them up! She’s going to visit me at school soon and I’ll show her around and talk to her about college choices and relationship choices. I wonder if it will feel like having a little sister, but a nice one instead of my mean one.
Punishments like the one I got were not unusual in my family. In our
teens, all three of us kids must have gotten paddled every month or
two. And our father always did it the same way, buttocks bared, the
nasty wood paddle flattening and reddening the child’s buttocks
again and again until the kid was blubbering and
repentant. Regardless of who happened to be present. The
threat of the paddle certainly encouraged perfect behavior,
especially when company was present.
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What a Girl Wants
When I do something that upsets my husband, he takes me “in hand.” He takes me to the bedroom, sits on the bed while I stand in front of him, and talks to me about my misbehavior. Then, after telling me I’ve “been a bad girl and need to be punished,” he orders me to pull down my jeans and panties.
Maybe I nervously hesitate and he tells me, “Fine, I’ll do it for you, and you’ll get extra punishment for disobedience.” He’ll pull me right up to him and do it himself. Unbuckle the jeans, unzip the zipper and work the jeans down. Then hook his fingers into the panties and work them down too, until everything is puddled around my ankles, binding my legs. Then he puts me across his knees and spanks me with his hand, hard, steadily, until I’m crying, promising to be good and pleading with him to stop. He still keeps spanking while lecturing me until I can hardly cry any more. But no matter how bad it hurts, I want it not to end.
When my husband finishes, he makes me hobble to the corner, while he supports my waist so I don’t fall. Then he makes me stand there, pants and panties down, buttocks on display: hot, bright red, maybe marked.
He may get himself a drink, come back and sit on the bed admiring his work while talking to me about my behavior. He tells me I’ll get worse for future misbehavior. He reminds me if I say a word, rub myself or move while in the corner, I’ll get “another punishment I don’t like.” Meanwhile I’m incredibly excited and hope that when my time is up he’ll throw me onto the bed and screw my brains out any way he wants.
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French Girlfriend Begs for Hard Spankings
— Henri St.-Pierre, Marseilles, France
[Editor’s Note: This letter is translated from French.]
I dated a woman once, a secretary in a firm of lawyers. After we got to having sex, she insisted I spank her every time just before we had sex and sometimes after. She even liked to be spanked before she gave me a blowjob if possible. It was like spanking was the switch that turned her from “off” to “on.”
This woman, whose name was Yvette, said she couldn’t get excited and wet for sex unless she was spanked hard and she even liked a little spanking “for dessert” after sex. She was a beautiful, slim, dark-haired girl but with green eyes and with large high breasts for her size but small nipples. When she got even a little bit excited her nipples would get much longer and hard. “From BB’s to bullets,” she said. In cold weather when she had on some kinds of shirts or sweaters her nipples stood out like two carbine rounds and men would look twice at her on the boulevard as she walked by.
She kept her hair short and roughly cut like a boy’s, what we French call a “gamine” or “street urchin” look but she was all girl and totally sexy. Because of her I am always attracted even now to women who wear their hair that way. But the woman must have a certain kind of face to make the gamine look work. If she’s fat it looks terrible.
I spanked Yvette many times. Although I had never spanked a woman before, I came to enjoy spanking her almost as much as she enjoyed being spanked. She had no interest in spanking men and that was fine with me. But she told me she’d had girlfriends and she had spanked them as well as them spanking her, but she could take a harder spanking than they could, and enjoyed it more.
Because I enjoyed spanking Yvette so much I came to feel guilty for enjoying “hurting” a woman and also embarrassed and confused because I was worried if my feelings were normal.
With time I got more comfortable with all the spanking. But the more times we had sex the harder she wanted me to spank her and I got guilty and confused again. Even though she was the one who kept demanding I spank her harder and longer and even though it was her big turn on, it bothered me a lot.
She said she wanted to “feel swollen” and “see welts and be as bright colored as the red on a new flag.” She’d make me hold a mirror where she could see her derriere, and then say things like, “More, harder, especially on the left side, toward the bottom.”
I worried she’d feel I was taking advantage of her crazy feelings to enjoy hurting her. So I felt stranger and stranger even though it obviously turned her on and she wanted to be spanked so much every time we were together.
We started off with my spanking her with my hand over panties. No one heard of thongs then, unless you were visiting a beach in Brazil. But that was just to get me used to the idea. Next it was hand spanking on her naked bottom. “More,” she would say, “til I am hot and red.”
Then we moved on to a big wooden hairbrush and a small wood paddle she got from a sex shop in Paris. That was not enough for her.
Next we changed positions and she would bend over a settee back, with legs spread. That exposed every part of her buttocks for punishment. I could reach the sensitive inner areas along the canyon of her behind. Also I could see her vulva and her puckered anus button while I spanked her. She got excited by exposing herself like this.
She liked to be spanked with a short strap with one end cut into three tails, known as “le tawse.” She also liked the English rattan cane. She even knew which trees you could cut shoots or branches from and spank her with a group of these tied at one end for a handle but swinging out at the other end and leaving many painful stripes. This was known as a “switch.” Once we were on vacation and she had forgot to bring anything, so we stopped at a store and she bought a meter long wide plastic measuring stick and we used that.
When Yvette was bent over she liked me to aim so I could get the inside of her buttock mounds as well as the main part. She’d spread her legs wide as she could and bend over tight as she could and urge me to “get everywhere.” She even wanted me to spank her “between her derriere,” meaning on her anus. Just with my hand, though, not a punishment instrument. She also sometimes bought a package of heavy rubber bands and had me shoot them at her anus and pussy and she’d cry out when I got a good hit. That made me feel weird.
Yvette also liked the martinet, a small whip with many leather strips, that French parents use on their children. More than two hundred thousand martinets are sold in France every year.
One time Yvette got a towel, folded it double, soaked one end of it, wrung it out, and bent over so I could hit her with the heavy wet end. It made her buttocks bright red very fast and she was crazily excited. She brought a stick of butter from the Frigidaire and said I must take her in her behind. This was years after the famous movie Last Tango in Paris, which made rectum sex even more popular for years in France, although it had always been popular even before.
French women are more relaxed about rectum sex than some other countries like the U.S. Even French teenage girls are. When a French woman brings her lover a stick of butter and then lies down or bends over something, everyone knows what it means. I have found that women who like being spanked often like rectum sex and women who like rectum sex often like being spanked. Maybe the same nerves are affected or psychologically the man is controlling the woman and dominating her and “punishing” her in both acts.
With the tawse Yvette wanted both buttocks well covered in red stripes that overlapped. She also liked the cane. She wanted many welts that were raised so she could feel them with her fingers and wince with pain when she rubbed or slapped them. With the switch she wanted her bottom covered in many thin red welt lines. Her favorite words were, “More!” and “Harder!” and “Make me feel it!”
Yvette would cry and yell a lot during spankings. So much that she would put a small towel in her mouth so neighbors wouldn’t hear her screaming and call the gendarmerie. She said “spanking is not a release for me unless I yell and cry until I can barely catch my breath. But that doesn’t mean ‘stop’.”
We used a “safe word.” “De Gaulle” was our safe word to tell me to stop spanking. Yvette used it to keep me from quitting too early. As long as she didn’t say her safe word, she wanted me to keep spanking.
Yvette liked costumes sometimes, when we had time and were at her flat. She liked to dress as a schoolgirl or schoolboy (!) and have me wear a suit with tie like French school teachers do. She liked to dress in an examination gown and have me wear a doctor’s white coat with stethoscope and give her a breast exam. Then I’d spank her as “a bratty patient.” She liked to be a troublemaking fifteen or sixteen year old punished by a gendarme for graffiti or vandalism and she had a gendarmerie coat and hat for me. I have found that some women who enjoy being spanked enjoy costumes and role-playing, others don’t.
As Yvette demanded harder and harder spankings she finally “burned me out.” Englishman Shakespeare says in one of his plays, “Woman! Will thy fires never be quenched?” The sex was great but she wanted to see big welts and then she demanded blisters. She wanted to “feel it for days.” I couldn’t understand how she could sit at work. Then she wanted me to use a thin strap and spank her right on the anus button and pussy! I did it just a little but was afraid I’d hurt her.
We eventually broke up. There were other problems as well as the spanking issues. But I still run into Yvette now and then, we live only a block from each other and shop at the same places and go to the same cafes sometimes, and are still friendly. We get together a few times a year for a spanking and sex just for nostalgia and old times’ sakes.
I’ve had other girlfriends who enjoy spankings, some a little bit and some a lot. I now know that many women enjoy a spanking but are shy to ask for it. They fear the man will think them abnormal. But there are ways to find out a woman’s special interests in a nonthreatening way. It is better for the man to find a way to bring up the topic. Then the woman can pretend to go along with his wishes and “see how she likes it.” When she has really been dying all along to tell him, “Put me over your lap and spank me with my hairbrush, paddle, etc., until I’m the color of tomatoes and shaking and crying like a baby, and I’ll do anything you want.”
My present girlfriend enjoys a spanking now and then. But it’s just one of many sex interests for her and not an obsession. She doesn’t want to be spanked as hard, long or often as Yvette does, and does not want welts or bruises. So I don’t feel guilty, embarrassed or weird and we get along very well.
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Cousin’s Painful Punishment
[Editor’s Note: It is interesting how many formative spankings (and other sexual experiences), for both men and women, occur with cousins. Again and again, letters describe how even a single erotically charged incident, typically one cousin seeing the physical punishment of another, led to a lifetime interest in spanking (and sometimes in related interests like washing mouths out with soap, humiliation and voyeurism.)
Why? I have some theories. Often cousins spend a lot of time together. That fact alone increases the chance that something “interesting” will happen between them, or that one cousin will see it happen to another. Too, cousins may already be comfortable with each other and each other’s bodies, with a history of playing doctor, skinny-dipping, playful birthday spankings, and kissing games at each other’s parties as they approach and reach their teens. That increases the chance that cousins may experiment in spanking each other.
Also, if spanking does happen, spanking interaction with a cousin (whether giving or getting the spanking or both), or seeing a cousin spanked, is more exciting than if a sibling were involved. Therefore, it makes a much more powerful erotic impact. There might be a similar erotic impact in seeing a friend spanked, but this probably happens less often. It is more likely that an aunt or uncle would allow their niece or nephew to see their child being spanked, than that a friend’s parents would allow another child to watch theirs being spanked.]
I was not spanked as a boy or teenager, and had no particular interest in the subject until I was fifteen. But one warm July day, a month after my fifteenth birthday, I saw a scene that made a powerful emotional and sexual impression. So much so, that I have been fascinated by spanking, and physical humiliation of females in general, ever since.
My family lived a few blocks from my maternal aunt, her husband, and their two daughters, ages fifteen and sixteen. Our families had always been close. Especially since my aunt and uncle had no sons, and I had no sisters, only a brother eight years younger than me. So my kid brother and I were almost like sons there, and my parents treated their two nieces almost like daughters.
I was thick as thieves with both girls. Being almost the same age and living near each other, we’d always attended the same schools as well, and often been in the same classes.
That day I bicycled over to play Scrabble with the girls and arrived just as my aunt was getting ready to punish the older girl. I’ll call her “Kimberley,” or “Kim” here; that isn’t her real name but Kim was embarrassed enough by the incident without me making her punishment immortal in print. The younger girl was “Barbara Ann,” like in the Fifties song. Everyone called her “Barb.”
Kim and Barb usually were great with each other, but this time they’d gotten into a stupid argument, which ended with 1) Kim using four and five-letter Anglo-Saxon words that she didn’t learn in English class; 2) Kim also using the Lord’s name in vain; 3) Kim urging Barb to do acts which were physically impossible as well as inappropriate for a 15-year-old; 4) Kim shoving Barb; and 5) My aunt being drawn from the yard by the noise just in time to hear some of the language and see the shove.
Kim was frantically apologizing to her mother and sister, but my aunt was adamantly telling Kim to “expect punishment.” I knew the girls got punished, of course. Now and then my aunt would tell me something like, “Don’t come over for an hour, Eddie. The girls are being punished.” If I was visiting and one of the girls misbehaved, they were punished after I left. But, surprisingly, I didn’t know the details of the punishment. I’d never seen a punishment. My aunt and the girls did not volunteer the information, and I was too polite or timid to ask.