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Conquered By His NNL Neighbor!
Letter 2 of 2  (back to letter 1)

Dear Jack.... Thanks for your encouraging letter & the complimentary issues of NNL. They were appreciated, but not necessary. I can’t tell you how great it felt to see my letter in NNL #25. I hope you’ll decide to print this one too. Finally having something to write about has been unbelievable, but having people to share it with who really know what it’s like to go over a real spanking lady’s knee makes it even better.

A lot has happened since my first letter explaining the circumstances behind my divorced neighbor’s decision to spank me like she did her teenaged boys last August. I’d only been over Janice’s lap one very memorable time when I wrote before, but that number has risen to six unforgettable spankings in the five months since. Janice has become my closest friend & very much my trusted, strict big sister.

You were right about making my second spanking worse by not telling Janice what I’d done right away, Jack. I’ll never do that again. Janice got mad about what I’d done, & madder still that I’d hidden the truth from her. Not only was the second spanking worse than the first, Janice sentenced me to a third, separate spanking even before I bent over her knee for the second. That was just awful!

I really was serious when I said being spanked by Janice scared me, & she hasn’t given me a reason to change my mind. I swear I got religion that second time around. Knowing what was coming, & knowing I would be enduring a third ordeal no matter what I did— Janice made that point very clearly!— was awesomely intimidating. Janice had turned me into a sobbing, embarrassed mess the first time, & I had the feeling she was even more determined to teach me a lesson that second time. I actually was so scared that I thought about resisting for a short time, but I felt I really did deserve to be spanked, &, deep down, I wanted the reality of the experience for future erotic use. I have few erotic feelings while I’m over Janice’s knee, but the memories & fantasies those awful minutes inspire are worth it.

Anyway, Janice seemed more comfortable the second time, which is to say she showed even less hesitation about baring & spanking her grown-up, bad boy neighbor. I felt totally juvenile while she scolded me & undid my pants, & totally humiliated when she stripped them down, mindless of my enforced nudity.

I used to find pleasure fantasizing about how brilliantly embarrassed I would feel in those intense moments before a spanking, but I assure you all that even my active imagination did not come close to the real thing. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Janice is a thorough scolder, so I must stand there like a partially nude, trembling, statuesque tribute to my naughtiness & what I am about to receive for it. Janice firmly believes in the emotional aspects & ceremony of punishment, & has an evil talent for finding ways to make sure I feel it too. Besides taking her time between baring me & putting me over her knee, she always insists on inserting an additional between the sentencing & carrying out of whatever just penalty she feels I’ve earned. Since Janice assumed her disciplinary role, I’ve suffered as much as 2 days worrying over a spanking I’ve got coming, & as little as 15 minutes with my nose in a corner & pants at my ankles. Waiting to get spanked is nearly worse than the spanking itself. I want to get it over with & stop thinking about it, but I just can’t until the time & place of Janice’s choosing.

Because of Janice’s boys, all of my spankings have been administered in my house, which is roughly 75 yards down our wooded road from Janice’s. She, I, & her boys are great friends, & I know they suspect nothing when Janice says she’s heading over for a visit. I spend many evenings at Janice’s too, & the boys spend a lot of time playing their video games, so almost any evening of her choosing can turn into a hellishly hot night for me.

That’s how it was the second time. Janice made me wait for almost 3 hours before coming over. I had chickened out of a face to face confession & told her what I’d done on the phone that afternoon. There was a very long, dreadful moment of silence, followed by a short, heated chastising, & then Janice said, "I’ll be over at 7:30 sharp, Charlie. Be ready to explain yourself... And get a sound spanking."

Janice hung up before I could gather my wits. Both my brain & knees had turned to instant jelly at her foreboding promise. I was really about to go over Janice’s knee again. It wasn’t aother of my many fantasies. And I was a lot more terrified than turned on.

I know we all like specific details when it comes to discipline sessions, so I’ll say again that Janice was more determined & comfortable that night, which translated into me getting a spanking I shall never forget. It wasn’t only because of the painful punishment spanking she administered, either, although I was one very sore & sorry man well before she stopped. It was more because she managed to fulfill my innermost desire by creating an atmosphere of real firm, maternal concern that made me feel like one of her sons. I truly felt I deserved the spanking, & that Janice was spanking me with only the noblest of intentions.

Actually, that’s how I felt after the fact. The during was a little different, since Janice decided to forego a hand spanking warm-up in lieu of the broad back of her hard hairbrush. I’d endured mostly a hand spanking the first time & only briefly felt the brush, so I wasn’t prepared at all for its burning, stinging smacks right from the start.

Janice must have known from experience how I’d react to the brush, because she pinned one arm & both my legs before cracking her hard brush against my soft, bare seat. I’ve become sort of used to how a spanking really feels over the last four months, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

The first few painful shocks of whatever implement is attacking my ass don’t hurt at first. It’s like my nerves are so surprised that they store the information until my brain figures out what’s going on. By then, at least the way Janice spanks, several more slaps have landed, increasing the stored sting until, finally, all of the painful energy is released in one screaming wave! At that point, all my nerves & brain functions are totally centered on that part of my anatomy that doesn’t usually feel the wind blow or much else for that matter until I’m over Janice’s knee. Then it feels plenty!

My first, instinctive reaction when the screeching pain in my ass overwhelms me is pretty normal, I think. I try to get away from it! Unfortunately, as any guy who has been over an experienced lady’s knee knows, there is no escape, especially if your legs are pinned under the stronger leg of your spanker. When Janice doesn’t pin my legs, I take full advantage of the opportunity to do my best impression of "air running." Kicking & scissoring your legs doesn’t slow a spanking much at all, but it does allow your body to vent some of the steaming energy being spanked into your butt. It also allows your ass to evade the spanks to some small degree. But none of that’s possible when your legs are pinned. That pins your lower body & butt too, naturally, which means there’s no chance to evade or ease whatever sting Janice decides to spank into me. (Trust me, guys, if a lady spanker pins your legs, she’s decided to teach you one very, very unpleasant lesson!)

I still had foolish illusions of appearing brave back then, so I bit back my yelps & squeals for as long as I could, but eventually, as the brush kept on stinging every inch of my ass, I set about singing my own embarrassing rendition of the naughty boy anthem. You all know how that goes— ouches & gasps lead to squeals & pleas, which in turn lead to yelps & pleas, howls & pleas, etc. Janice commented once that I’m very vocal during a spanking. She also said I’ve proven to her that 32 year-old bad boys take spankings just like her 14 & 12 year-old boys do, & benefit as well from them too!

I really do think I’ve benefitted greatly from Janice’s spankings, & I really don’t care anymore how I look or sound while I’m getting one. Janice believes with all her heart that spankings are intended to inspire a tearful cleansing of the soul, & I always bare mine along with my bottom when she’s spanking me. It embarrasses me that I carry on like a kid when I’m getting spanked, but it also makes me feel closer to Janice than I’ve ever felt to anyone before, including my parents & relatives. I let down all my guards, inhibitions, & pretensions when Janice is spanking my ass, & she still likes me & treats me like family— in more ways than administering spankings!

I always lose track of time & space when I’m over Janice’s knee, so I don’t know how long she spanked me that second time or the third, fourth, etc. All I know is that it’s always long enough to reduce me to tears, promises, & garbled pleas for mercy.

Janice always makes me stand in a corner after a spanking. I’ve told her how humiliating it makes me feel, but all she says is that’s exactly why she insists on it. I feel a lot of emotions while I’m in that corner with my bare, sore ass throbbing away & sticking out, but mostly I feel like a grateful little kid: pampered, protected, & oh-so-thoroughly punished.

I know you can understand that, Jack, & I think the vast majority of men & women out there do it too. I know for me those positive feelings, along with the sexy undertones, are the reasons I’m into spanking in the first place. Janice & I have never been intimate sexually, & I hope we never are. Naturally, I have fantasies about her using her hand to relieve me & so on, but real sex isn’t worth the risk in my opinion. I’ve been stuck with just fantasies from the time I was a kid to that night Janice first spanked me, & I sure don’t want to lose what I’ve got know, which is a best friend, surrogate mother & family, & more happiness than I’ve ever known.

I had almost stopped believing women like Janice actually existed before she fell into my life, but I have no doubts now. In fact, I’ve started wondering just how many others like her there must be? If it wasn’t for the purely unplanned chain of events that led up to my first spanking from Janice, I probably would have never said a word to her about wanting to be spanked, & never known the agony & ecstasy of a session over her knee. That makes me think about how many times in my life I’ve encountered women who would have done what Janice is doing right now in the same circumstances? There’s a decent crop of divorced mothers where I live, & I’m sure some of them hold the same spanking beliefs as Janice!

Pretty much the only secret I’ve kept from Janice is this magazine & how deeply my desire to be spanked runs. We’ve talked about my spankings at length, & while I’ve told her it does me good & thanked her for doing it, I haven’t said anything else. Janice has commented that she sees no reason to stop spanking me, so I think I’ll leave things like they are.

Thanks again for being there to listen. I’ll write again in a few months or if something I’d rather not happen happens sooner!

Yours Truly, Charlie, state withheld by request

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Thanks for another great letter, Charlie! It sounds like your friendship with Janice just keeps getting better & better! We're not there, so we can’t say what you should do about your spanking secret, but Janice sounds so exceptionally in-touch with naughty boy needs, our guess would be that she’ll understand— & give you one real good spanking for not telling her sooner! Still, we can understand your hesitation to rock the boat. You’ve fallen into a living, full-blushing-color dream! Congratulations & good luck!

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