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

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.

Thanks Wendy! You inspired me to go have a long talk with my Mom. She stopped turning me over her knee when I was 15 & I've missed it ever since. That was last week. Today, I was marched into her bedroom & spanked for the first time in 5 years. It was kinda awkward at first & as awful as always at last. But in between getting my bottom bared, climbing over Mom's lap, & having her slap my seat until it was on fire & I was crying hard, I felt soooo good that I had nice little orgasm. I can't wait to be naughty again!! -- Anonymous