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My husband recently discovered your excellent publication at the
Janus shop in London. He was quite excited to find such a refreshing magazine amidst the
many more men spanking women publications & hurried it home so we could read it
together.
We particularly liked the magazine because it featured women like
myself who carry out bare bum smackings as a normal routine to make sure our naughty men
behave. There are very few publications like yours here in England. Most of those that do
deal with Dominant women tend to lean towards canes, crops, & leather. My husband,
Bartholomew, & I find these too exotic to enjoy.
When I first met Bartholomew some 21 years ago, I found out that
his mum was quite strict with him & his brother. We were both 18 when we began keeping
company, but Bartholomew was very insistent on having me home at what he called a
"proper hour." This was always by 11:00, which I found to be much too early. I
lived at home as did he & had a time in requirement. But that wasn't till
the stroke of 12. At first, I said nothing, but I wondered if Bartholomew could possibly
have an earlier time in than mine. He denied it at first when I asked him about it, but I
could tell he was not being honest. I insisted on the truth. He admitted it then,
& when
I pressed him, also admitted that the penalty he would receive if he was even one minute late was a sound smack bottom over his mum's lap!
I had my own bum smacked by mum as a child
& young lady, so I
could certainly understand his apprehension. But I found the idea of 18 year-old
Bartholomew still subjected to his mum's smack bottoms a dilly. An intriguing dilly, I'll
grant you, but a dilly nonetheless. Bartholomew was fully grown, after all. Insatiable
curiosity overcame me, & I forced Bartholomew to tell me every intimate, embarrassing
detail of his mum's methods. He refused at first, but when I threatened to tell all of his
chums at the pub that he was still smacked by his mum, he relented.
He told me that his mum had always turned him
& his younger
brother over her knee & thoroughly smacked their bare bums with her hand or a hairbrush
when they misbehaved. He said that he had considered her guidance quite normal as a child
& young man, but he had thought he had outgrown such juvenile treatment after achieving
his 16th year. At my urging, he said that he had not shared his opinion with his mum,
&
so was quite surprised when he'd started a fight with his younger brother & been ordered
to his mum's room. He was always sent there for smackings. He told me he had protested,
but his mum had told him that as long as he lived in her house, he would have his bum
smacked when he misbehaved. Bartholomew has always had a deep respect for his mum,
& I'm
sure that he didn't argue as strenuously as he claimed, but in any event, he confessed
that his 16 year-old bum was well & truly smacked.
I had not previously thought much about spanking, but
Bartholomew's confession intrigued me completely. I asked him if his mum had bared his
bum. He blushed & said yes. I asked him if she had turned him over her lap for the
smacking. He said yes again. I asked him if he cried while his mum smacked his bare bum?
He said no, but he blushed like a school boy so I knew he was lying. I told him so,
&
then something made me say the sentences that would eventually lead to the relationship we
share today.
"You are lying, Bartholomew! Your mum isn't the only woman
who can smack your bum, you know! Tell me the truth this instant or I
shall turn you over my knee!"
Bartholomew looked over at me in surprise, but his mum had taught
him well. I think he could see that I wasn't teasing. He lowered his eyes, blushed some
more, & then whispered that he did cry-- he just couldn't help it when his bum was being
smacked!
Bartholomew didn't want to, but I made sure our conversation
continued until I had learned all about his mum's methods & every smack bottom he had
received from age 16 to present. I was stunned when he told me his last smacking had been
only three weeks prior to that evening! I was innocent sexually, but not so that I didn't
realize that the subject was arousing me greatly. The evening ended at 10:30, as usual,
but I couldn't stop thinking about Bartholomew's mum smacking his bare bum for the rest of
that night. By the time I drifted off to sleep, I decided that I wanted to smack his bum
too.
Straight away, I began teasing Bartholomew with smacking threats,
& gently patting his bum & telling him he had better behave if he didn't want a good
smacking. Bartholomew would blush & protest, but only half-heartedly. His mum had indeed
taught him well. I became certain that Bartholomew would not resist if I decided to be
firm with him, but I was a little dizzy over the thought of actually smacking his bare
bum. I thought about it constantly, & made him recite detailed accounts of his & his
brother's smackings. I couldn't get enough of them!
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Bartholomew would blush like a bashful boy when I scolded him or
made him answer my inquiries, but he always obeyed. Actually, he fell right in line
&
obeyed my every decision. I grew to like his compliance quite a bit. In fact, I grew to
expect it.
I suppose that is why I finally decided to show Bartholomew who
was the boss one Saturday night. He had spent the afternoon with his pub chums yelling
over an important football match. (That's soccer to you Americans.) I'm sure he joined his
chums in beating their manly breasts & downed a few pints, but he wasn't sotted when he
came to pick me up. He was, however, all too bold & cheeky for his own good.
My mum & dad were out for the night,
& Bartholomew insisted on
staying at my flat instead of going to the flick we'd been planning to see. He wanted to
pet me up, you see, & I wasn't having any of it. I really did want to go, & wasn't at
all pleased by his ungentlemanly approach. His pub chums had had a very bad influence on
my normally well-mannered man!
Bartholomew sulked
& pouted like a spoiled little boy denied a
piece of candy, & kept at it until my patience was completely gone. Without really
thinking about it, I grabbed Bartholomew by the ear & hauled him to his feet.
"You've gone
& earned yourself a good smacking now,
lad!" I said as I marched him over to the nearest straight-backed chair.
Bartholomew sputtered protests
& resisted as much as a lad being
tugged by his ear can, but straight away I sat down on one of the chairs & tugged him
down across my knee.
I had completely lost my temper
& started to smack Bartholomew's
bum through his trousers as though he was a boy, not a 20 year-old young man. I smacked
him vigorously until my hand hurt, but Bartholomew didn't cry or carry on like I expected
him to. He whined & ouched, but I knew from what he'd told me that he needed to be
kicking & carrying on to make the smacking a memorable success. And I was determined to
make Bartholomew's first smacking at my hand very memorable indeed!
I stopped smacking
& ordered Bartholomew to stand. His face was
as red as could be, but his bum wasn't, so I ordered him up to my bedroom with the promise
that I was going to take my hairbrush to his bare bum for the real smacking he had earned!
Bartholomew pleaded
& protested as he followed me upstairs, but
follow me he did. I knew then that I could give him the thorough smack bottom I planned
that night, & whenever I decided to in future. It was quite a delightful feeling of
power!
Bartholomew lingered in the doorway while I gathered up my
hairbrush & went to sit on my bed. He was blushing furiously, his eyes peeking at me
quickly as if he didn't want to look but couldn't help himself. He really did look like a
big, naughty boy about to get a bare bum smacking. I felt dizzy as I looked at my naughty
man, but I was anxious to proceed, so I crooked my finger at him & pointed at my feet.
He came, very slowly & whimpering for me to let him off, but he came.
I was giddy
& nervous as Bartholomew obeyed my command & took
down his trousers. I blushed a bit when his manhood appeared before my eyes, but I liked
what I saw for the instant it took my embarrassed man to dive over my lap. His bum
captured my attention then. It was beautiful! I had to play with it for a minute, but
Bartholomew wasn't over my lap for a diddling. I remembered everything he had told me
about his mum's smackings & my own unpleasant smacking memories.
"You're in for a jolly good smacking, my boy!" I scolded
as I picked up my hairbrush. "How dare you be cheeky with me!"
Bartholomew was crying bitterly by the time I stopped smacking his
bright, bright red bum. I actually smacked him harder & longer than I had intended to,
but I couldn't help myself. Something came over me as I smacked Bartholomew's bum. I heard
him howling & felt him wriggling. I saw the brush smacking into his bouncing bum
& the
redness that bloomed all over both cheeks. I felt flushed with power & sexiness. I
wanted to smack his bum forever!
Bartholomew collapsed across my lap when I stopped. He cried
loudly & reached back to rub his bum. I felt a touch of guilt & fear while we both
calmed down. I worried that I might have gone too far, but as soon as he could speak
again, Bartholomew began apologizing & promising saintly behavior in future. His words
made my heart fly! I had just smacked my naughty man's bum & he was begging me for
forgiveness! The love I already felt for Bartholomew blossomed tenfold. I decided then
&
there that he would be my husband. And my lover. Bartholomew & I actually became
betrothed that night, & shared each other's virginity as well. After his bum cooled, it
turned out he was as sexed up as I.
My mum-in-law
& I became good friends before Bartholomew & I
exchanged vows. We talked about him a lot, of course, & eventually the subject of his
upbringing came up. His mum told me that he had always benefited from her firm hand, but
she was hesitant to tell me that Bartholomew was still smacked over her knee straight
away. I knew what she was hinting around, & so I told her what I knew, & that I had
already followed her example several times! She seemed relieved & laughed heartily. We
chatted about smackings, & then his mum told me that Bartholomew's father had not been
immune from the very same treatment until his passing! He didn't take smackings any better
than his son, she said, but she thought smacking him had been a major reason for their
happy marriage.
Bartholomew got a jolly good smacking on our wedding night because
he'd behaved quite badly with his pub chums & the doxy they hired to toast his last
night as a bachelor. That was the first official smacking of our marriage, but most
certainly not the last! Bartholomew has spent many hours crying his way through smackings
over the years, & we couldn't have a happier marriage. He knows where the line between
marital partnership & punishment is, & that when he crosses it, he will be taken to
our bedroom to have his bare bum smacked like a bad little boy.
I've made sure that Bartholomew's fearful respect for smackings
has remained healthy. He hates being told he's earned a hand smacking & gets positively
wide-eyed when I pick up my hairbrush or a nice paddle I found in a small shop some years
ago. I have taken to slapping Bartholomew's thighs for serious transgressions, & have
him stand in the corner after a smacking when it suits me. I am the woman of the house,
& in our house, this woman rules. I am pleased to say that because of that & my belief
in smacking my husband's bum, I have a well-mannered mate who loves me as dearly as I do
him. I really think that more women should try smacking their mates for punishment, or
simply for play if their sex lives have gone sour.
Bartholomew
& I have also enjoyed play act smackings for many
years (he especially since they're all pleasure!) but I'll leave them for another time
&
letter.
We both look forward to seeing future issues of your excellent
publication. I do hope you will be sending more to England now that you've appeared here?
Yours sincerely, Beatrice, N. Yorkshire, England
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Thank
you for the fantastic letter, Beatrice! It's a huge pleasure to hear from a Lady Spanker
from across the pond, especially one who so truly appreciates the punitive & pleasurable
benefits of a good, old-fashioned, bare bum smacking included marriage!! Of course, I
totally agree that more women should consider smacking their mates for punishment
&/or
pleasure, & hope that your testimonial just might help coax one or two more to give it a
try. I also hope you'll write again to tell us more about your enduring marriage to
Bartholomew & the old-fashioned methods that have made your union a happy one. I'm sure
you've many smacking stories to share after so many years together. And to think it all
started with Bartholomew's very wise mother... A very wise woman if you ask me! Thanks
again!
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