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Everything's Rosy For 22-Year-Old Daughter
Since Mom Agrees to Reinstate Spankings!

Dear Spanking Friends... I'm a naughty, single female & only 22, so I only just discovered that there are companies like yours that specialize in spanking. I found you via the Internet & have happily added every issue of your great Fem-Fem spanking magazines to my little collection. I like yours the best because it concentrates on my favorite kind of old-fashioned, maternalistic discipline spanking, not the lesbian stuff I see everywhere else.

I've been on-line for couple of years now & noticed that the majority of people I chat with are shocked to learn that a girl my age can still get spanked by her mother as I am, & fairly often. But you'd think I was telling a tall tale from the way people react! I've actually had a couple of people come right out & say I was making stuff up, which I'm not!  Oh, & then there are the total shitheads who tell me that I'm sick & weird because I put up with being spanked & freely admit that I hope to keep being spanked for the rest of my life. As if those assholes knew me well enough to say something like that!

Anyway, my on-line encounters are one of the reasons I decided to write to you. The other is that I've noticed very few letters from young women like me in your magazine. I figured you could use one, & I also figured I just might cut-off a shithead before I encounter him or her on-line.

Okay, so to start at the beginning, my parents were cool, but they did believe in corporal punishment. I only got swatted by mom or dad when I did something bad until I was 7, but then I got my first old-fashioned, bare bottom spanking over my mom's knee for hurling rocks at & hitting a neighborhood girl I didn't like.

I've always had a kind of explosive temper & gotten a lot of spankings because of it, but that first time came as a really big shock. I remember how surprised I was when mom hauled me over her lap & bared my bottom, but I don't remember any other details abut it except that I didn't like it at all!

I didn't throw any more rocks, but I've never been a goody-goody, so I got in trouble again & got spanked again. The cycle repeated itself enough times to where getting spanked became a sort of accepted risk of life before I turned 9. I didn't like getting spanked so it was a big deal when my mother decided to spank me, but after I'd done the crying & promising to behave bit, she'd hug me & love me again & that was the end of it.

Everyone always wants to know the gory details of how my mother spanks me, so I guess I should say right now that she has always & still does rely on good, old, over-the-knee hand spankings. Pretty square, huh? Maybe so, but me & my ass can tell you that it works just fine. Know what I'm saying? (Just in case you're not clued in, I mean that she slaps my ass until it's red & hot, & I'm kicking & crying like a naughty girl getting spanked ought to. Got it? Great!)

So anyway, when I turned 10, my mom stopped spanking me. That was fine by me at first, but after a few groundings & allowance fines I started to miss it. It was a no-brainer in my opinion: a spanking was short & not-so-sweet, but it was a much better choice than the rest. Getting grounded for days was stupid & boring, & I needed my allowance for candy & important things. My mom tended toward grounding, so I also hated the tension that I could feel from my parents the whole time I was being "punished." Being spanked hurt, but all in all it was just a hell of a lot easier for me to take.

Mom's always been really cool about talking about stuff, so I finally decided to tell her how I felt. I was still 10 when we talked about it, & I know I was a pretty persuasive kid because the outcome of the conversation was that my standard punishment went back to getting my bare bottom slapped until I was crying & sorry for being bad. I wasn't anxious to go over mom's knee then or now, but I was glad to have spanking back. It wasn't exactly painless, but a spanking was quick & it really did make me feel better when it was over with.

Mom & I had more conversations about spanking as I grew up, & the result was always the same. I wanted her to keep spanking me when I was bad, & she agreed. I knew it was kinda bizarre in a way for a kid to want to be spanked, but I really felt that going over mom's knee was best for me. I also felt spankings brought me closer to my mom, who's always been my best friend. Yeah, she spanks me hard & all that, but we talked & respected each other more than any parent & daughter I ever met. And between talking & spanking, I didn't fall into drugs, sleeping around, hating my parents, gangs, running away, & a lot of stupid stuff other kids got into.

Okay, so around my 17th birthday, Mom & I had our last discussion about spanking. I was full grown & developed, but I still argued mom out of putting aside spanking as the punishment of choice for me. She'd stopped spanking my younger brother years before with no complaints from him, & couldn't understand why I was probably the only kid in Western Ohio who wanted to be spanked at my age.

I know my mom as well as she knows me, & I could tell she was worried about me being kinky or crazy, so I told her how I felt. Well, most of it anyway. For the first time, I admitted that getting spanked turned me on a little, but only because it made me feel loved & cherished, not because I was a pain freak or anything like that. (It actually turns me on a lot, but that's not the only reason I like to be spanked!) I told her about friends of mine who were clueless & worthless because they're parents were the same way when it came to paying attention to their kids, & honestly told her that I thought her spankings were what kept us from drifting apart.

Mom was skeptical as could be, but she finally said that she loved me & would always do what was best for me. And if that meant spanking me, then that's what she'd do until I told her I felt differently.

Well, my feelings haven't changed & I still live at home, so I still get spanked from time to time. My last spanking was a couple of weeks ago, & as always, mom took me into her bedroom, yanked down my pants & panties & turned me over her knee. She waits to do her scolding until I'm bare & helplessly hanging over her knee, & believe me, I listen good & hard.

As much as her spanking me is my idea, I almost freak with fear & dread every time I lay over her lap & wait for mom to start slapping my ass. Oh, I probably should have told you sooner, but mom's 5'4" & about 120 soaking wet, & I'm nearly 5'9" & 150, so it sort of looks weird when I'm hanging over her knee. But otherwise, size doesn't matter much when your getting your bare bottom slapped hard by a square woman like my mom who believes naughty daughters should always cry hard before their spankings end. My mom's always thought that, but between you & me, I think she spanks me harder now because she thinks I might like it if she doesn't.

I'm proud of the way my mom spanks me, but I'm also proud of the way she's always loved, respected, & taken care of me, my brother, Dad & our dog, Spike. Oh, & just in case some shithead's reading this, I am not weird or crazy. I don't think every parent should spank, or every kid get spanked. Just like in my family with me & my brother, some kids grow up best by being spanked & some don't. The same holds true for grown up kids & adults. As anyone who reads magazines like this or surfs the net knows, there are people into some really weird shit out there, but I'm not a shithead, so as long as they're having fun, I say it's cool.

It'd be a kick to see my letter in your magazine so I hope you'll use it. If you do, I'll write again & provide more gory details about some of the memorable spankings I've gotten from my wonderful mom. -- Peace, Wendy, OH

FABULOUS FEEDBACK!!

Dear Friends... I really enjoyed the letter from Wendy. She's a remarkable young woman, but it seems to me that her mother is even more remarkable. She is the one responsible for creating the open, understanding & supportive mother-daughter relationship that allowed Wendy to admit her preference for spanking punishments to continue throughout her life. Obviously, without her understanding & agreement to fulfill her daughter's rather unusual request, Wendy would not be the happily spanked daughter she is today.

I'm like Wendy in that I came to value being turned over my mother's lap for bare bottom spanking punishments. But unlike her, my mother & I didn't have the kind of relationship where I felt comfortable telling her how I felt when I turned 17 & she decided I was too old to be spanked.

In my mind, I wasn't too old, of course, but because I wasn't able to open up to her, I've been left with only an unrequited longing for maternal discipline & memories of what to me was an intensely emotional & intimate bonding experience with the most important woman in my life. That's what I remember most about my mother's spankings, not the shame, pain, tears, or erotic undertones.

All of those things were always there & always pleasant, but it seems to me that becoming too old to be spanked was the beginning of the end of the intimate, child-parent phase of my relationship with my mother. I wasn't a child anymore, I was an adult, & that naturally pushed me away from my mother. I loved her with all my heart until the day she died & always knew I could trust her with my life. But there were many things I kept from her because adult daughters just don't talk to their mothers about some things.

Turning to mother for old-fashioned guidance, punishment, & the protection I felt because of them was definitely one of the things I couldn't talk to her about. I've often wished I did & wondered what she would have said & done if I had been as honest with her as Wendy has been with her mother.

Wendy's letter started me wondering again, & although I'll never know the answer, I think my mother just might have been as understanding as hers. I'm sure my mother would have had trouble understanding why being turned over her knee & being bare bottom spanked until I cried like a little girl means so much to me, but I think she would have turned her loving blue eyes to me & proven what she always said about doing anything she could to make me happy.

Wendy sounded grateful for having such a wonderful mother, & if I can presume to offer a touch of advice, I hope she never takes her or her love for granted. -- Mrs. E.