Spanking Letters from Scandinavia

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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.) 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! Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems."

I do get it "out of the blue" as you wrote so I'm always trying to be a great husband or behave myself knowing I can end up over her lap anytime. Of course it was different, because it wasn’t my mum. But once I was dangling over her knee, the experience felt very similar. At least I was now dressed in jeans, so I had a little more protection for my rear end. Given her lengthy attitude, it was a just punishment. Ache would deepen, disciplining her for several days. Your forgiven." He placed the paddle on the dining table, removing his suit and underwear. His rigid manhood pointed hard at her. "Get naked, naughty girl. I'm going to cool your paddled bare butt."His sharp leather signatures delivered fiery pain. She analyzed her interactions, struggling to discover a single polite one. His uncompromising toughness pulsed pleasure into her sex, clearing spaces in her mind for genuine remorse. Thin rectangles of penetrating heat replaced fading strokes, keeping her bottom ablaze and her conscience clear. He was beating her without debate. She deserved it. Strapping her hard, he was leaving her lowest curves - on which she would sit - untouched. This one was published in the Detroit Free Press in July of 1971, in an advice column by a Dr. Loriene Chase: So, in my daily effort to bring you the odd and interesting from our collective pop culture past, I couldn’t very well leave this topic alone. It had to be explored. And explore it we shall… 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.

The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” 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. When I wrote the post, I had been disapointed that I didn't have a more-recent mainstream newspaper letter to include.Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise. Combat Casey was a comic that took place during the Korean War. Casey was a rough-and-ready fighting machine…. who evidently liked to spank the hell out of women. The Davenports departed, well nourished and infused with confidence. She relayed her private conversation with Mrs. Davenport to Mark.