ITC Spanking Magazine Reader’s Letters and Stories Special Number 4

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Standing, she rubbed her burning bare butt to ease its fiery sting. "God, I'm sorry. I've never been more sorry in all my life," she groaned. Pressing her sex against his obvious erection, she hugged him and said, "Thank you for paddling me. I deserved tough love." I called ‘one!’“One, ma’am!” I was corrected. “One, ma’am.” I repeated obediently. “Better,” Val said. She shivered as he returned, carrying their white oak punishment paddle. Six smooth holes drilled through it increased its speed, boosting its pain delivery. His promise powering her, she hung on his next words.

Ho ho ho etc. It may have been the time for over-indulging with the Christmas pudding and watching endless repeats of Mary Poppins but that clearly hasn't put a stop to the writers of spanking fiction. Herewith the seasonal loaded list:

Janus was for many years the must buy mag for CP afficionados, the benchmark by which others were judged. Paula Russell (profesionally Meadows) was editing its excellent stablemate Februs. As a CP devotee herself Paula brought an enthusiasm and understanding to the magazine which made it much more woman friendly and pleasent to read. Sadly over the passage of years I have lost my copies of the earliest issues that I had …when the numbering was in Volume,Number format. How I wish there was some spanking library where one could go to remind oneself of those pleasures of youth! Those which I have retained seem of an extraordinarily high quality.” His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass. She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. Five or six, you keep your jeans," he said, "three or four, you keep your panties, one or two, I paddle you bare. This roll counts towards your total swats." She shoved her blue and white striped cotton panties to join her jeans, comfortable under his command. Her irrationality had made it difficult for him to trust she'd accept her discipline. His cruel dice game had taught her an effective lesson.

Unpredictable results are not comfortable. I had to assert my authority, strapping you thirty minutes before our guests arrived, risking your anger." She turned on the TV and sat down, looking for all the world like a regular mum. Only she and I knew that five minutes earlier she had paddled my bottom good and sore. He broke away. "I didn't need your attitude today. I'm relying on you tonight and expect perfection. Regardless of your performance, I'm will paddle you before bed." Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap." They had managed to persuade Val to line them all up in the basement and give them a few swats. By all accounts, it had been a real laugh. Of course it was all for fun, but apparently some of the swats Val had given had one or two of the boys hopping about holding their paddled bums.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; Her vivacious smile spun their evening into action. She teased captivating stories from the Davenports about starting their company. Their conversation bounced along, despite the Davenports being older. He pressed the paddle against her lower butt. Fresh virgin skin rested under its sure commitment. She stayed still as the powerful impact lifted her tight cheeks, sending a wave of anguish through her behind. Despite its futility, she lifted her legs to ease her agonizing bottom.