As he proceeded to give me a real thrashing, I just concentrated on staying position despite the extreme pain that he was creating in my bottom. After the second and third strokes he gave me a slightly longer break as I tried to come to terms with the pain. A classic caning is so much worse than the house canings I have enjoyed earlier in the year, with the combination of the longer cane, the difficult position and my ex-boss just caning me harder making all the difference. 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; Alan Bell, the owner and editor of Roue was approached to become editor of Janus and, for a short period (Janus 8-10), he was editing both magazines. As part of the new team Alan brought Peter French and Vic Barnes with him and it was Peter and Vic who took over full running of the magazine as editor and photo editor respectively from issue 11 (below). Initially they produced the magazine from offices above the shop before moving to new premises in Golden Square. The next few years were something of a golden age for Janus. Featuring artwork by Paula Meadows and fiction by writers such as Richard Manton and R T Mason the magazine set the standard for its competitors producing innovative photo stories of a consistently high quality even when censorship restrictions were at their peak. When I put the phone down, I was quite wet, and he had the effect of making me feel both excited and fearful. I also knew that I could not get out of this, and that I had to go through with it. Logically, I knew that was not the case, and I could easily say that I wasn’t going. But this wasn’t logic, I was excited about being punished and I also knew I deserved a severe caning which I was going to get at 1100hrs on Saturday.

When the last two girls had received their final canings, the organiser told the audience “I have a special ‘finale’ to finish our fun for the day – our guest Sue who I understand is not entirely a stranger to the cane is going to bend over and take a strapping as a warm up, before getting ‘six of the best’ with the cane”. The second incident took place a little later and I was very interested in Amelia Jane’s article in Janus when she talked how much more powerful a caning is when there is a genuine reason for punishment. The next occasion took very much the same format, first an enjoyable lunch, followed by a ‘house caning’ – six strokes of the standard cane bent over his desk with all clothes below the waist removed. I turned down the offer of a so called ‘Classic Caning’ which I had received twice many years ago when I was in his employ, which was reserved

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The previous account told of my experiences some years ago in my early twenties when I worked as an au pair and received a number of canings for various misdemeanours, and how ultimately I came to enjoy the experience of being caned. In the account I also told of a lunch with my ex-boss fifteen years later in my thirties when he persuaded me to return to his house and be reacquainted with the cane. On that day, I received a ‘house caning’, so called because when he had been at school there were three levels of severity – the middle level being if you were to be punished by the House Master which involved reporting to him after supper fifteen minutes before ‘lights out’, removing your dressing gown, dropping your pyjama trousers for six strokes with the standard cane.

At the end of 1980, Volume 9, Number 12 marked the 108th and last issue of the yearly volumes. It was the end of an era in more ways than one because Van, who had been very ill for some time, sadly passed away. As photo editor and producer of Janus films the legendary George Harrison-Marks (below) had been supporting Van to edit the magazine during his illness and was the natural choice to take over after his death. The editorial for Volume 9, Number 12 tells readers to look out for Volume 10 Number 1 but it wasn’t to be… 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! In truth the idea appealed but I was also very nervous. I assumed that if I agreed it would involve baring my bottom and that it would be the organiser who would actually administer the caning. A few minutes later he came over to ask if I was ‘willing’, and confirmed my suspicion that the beer mug was a collection for me to receive a caning. I felt somewhat as if the decision had been taken away from me, but I didn’t want to appear to be a spoil-sport. I told him I’d do it, provided I only received six strokes of the cane. He asked me if I wanted a strapping first to warm me up, to which I said ‘why not’.and I opted for the A framed trestle, which was padded and turned out to surprisingly comfortable. As I stretched down, the organiser asked if I minded having my g-string removed – which he did before I had answered, although I had lifted my hips slightly to make it easy for him to slide them down. I think about this moment a lot – here was I bent over with my bare bottom on display to twenty men including my ex-boss plus several waiters about to receive a strapping followed by a caning. I used to fantasise about being a stripper, and perhaps I was living out something else at this point. In March 1994 Janus saw it’s first major change of staff for well over a decade. Following the publication of its second 100th issue a new editor, St John North, took the helm. St John (who was better known to Janus readers as ‘Christian’, the husband of Sophie Fennington) would edit the magazine for the remainder of it’s run. This was undoubtedly the best and worst caning I have ever experienced. The worst because it was so painful and certainly beyond my ‘comfort zone’. It was also worse than the final six strokes I took at the party – where I had benefited from a warm-up, had a relatively comfortable trestle to bend over and had the pain slightly dulled by several large V&T’s. Here I had taken a severe caning ‘cold’, without the benefit of alcohol and having to stay in position touching my toes.