Spanking Letters from Scandinavia

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I was so chuffed to see my first story published on Maman, I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot and the memories fresh – so here is what happened next! My mum has a regular line she uses: “You were such a cheeky, funny, handsome, naughty little boy – how did it go so wrong?” Thanks, Mum! She'd warned him her period was approaching. It wasn't an excuse. Life and business continued. She appreciated his decision. She deserved this beating. Needed it. Her constant delivery of pain ceased.

The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. I would like to get the opinion of some readers on this question: Has a mother a right to spank a daughter who has passed her twentieth year? I was twenty last December and since that time she has turned me over her lap three times and spanked me soundly with a hairbrush. Though I realize she chastises me for my own good, and despite the awful sting of the hairbrush on my anatomy, I love her most dearly but still I think twenty should be beyond the spanking age. I wonder if there are other girls my age who still receive spankings from their parents. May G.Here's another listing of spanky goodies, so do make your way to the LSF to read your favourite spanking stories... not just the recently loaded ones, as there are over 27,000 others too! I wonder how long it would take to read every single one of them ... Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours. A fake? Not necessarily. About seven years earlier, a young woman signing herself "B.J." had written twice to a Free Press advice column about being dominated by her mother; she gave their ages as 23 and 41 and stressed how charismatic her mother was. After the first letter, B.J. apparently showed the columnist's answer to her mother, which made her very angry. (There are two major papers in Detroit, the Free Press and the News, so someone whose mother read the News could write to the Free Press and at least hope that she wouldn't see it.) B.J. recalled that her mother had given her a spanking at age 18, and that had kept her in line ever since. (The columinst basically said to get out of there, but the column was discontinued before we could get more of the saga.)

Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. Opening his other palm, he revealed two green dice. "You'd rather I imposed my judgment on you, but you're going to gamble on your punishment. Roll one die to decide your protection." Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump.

Wives Spanking Naughty Husbands

I am a woman, 30 years of age. I have had a couple of serious love affairs: At ages 19 and 21. No one was hurt, they just faded away. The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. In March, 1947, Nancy Pearce wrote to Ursula Trow, Editor of the Teen Temptest" column of American Weekly the following..."I am a so called bobby-soxer of 15 years, and I have a very old fashioned mother. I came home rather late from a dance the other night. She made me lie across her lap and then she spanked me very hard with a hairbrush". Last night I stayed out rather late at my club, and when I returned home I received the surprise of my married life when my wife handed me the first spanking I received since my boyhood days.