Back in the 60’s and 70’s there was a soft core skin mag called Mr. There was nothing extraordinary about it, it was one of many “men’s” magazines that featured a few nudes, a centerfold photo shoot, some “manly” articles and a short story or two. But as most spankophiles of that era may recall, it sometimes delved into the spanking fetish. The editor must have been into spanking to feature it in some way in nearly every issue for almost two decades. It did this mainly in its Letters feature, and each issue might feature one or two letters of the type I’ve reproduced here. These were always fun to read and some enthusiasts of TTWD collected issues of the magazine solely for the letters. I have no doubt they were written by the magazine staff, but it’s fun to pretend they were real. In fact, many bear the unmistakable style of the famous spanking erotica writer, Will Henry. Fortunately some of these ended up being posted on the internet which is where I found them some years ago. From time to time I’ll share more.
Stills and art—Thanks to http://www.punishedbrats.com; Nu-Westleda.com and Benson.
I was most interested to read the letter in your November issue from the woman who cast a dissenting vote on the subject of spanking teenage daughters.
I don’t doubt that corporal punishment, if carried to extremes, can cause possible psychiatric damage to children. But my question is this — how can you hope to control healthy, spirited youngsters if you don’t occasionally resort to the oldest form of domestic discipline?
Let me cite my own case. I am the mother of two high school age daughters. Both are pretty, popular and full of fun. But, frankly, they are both still children in many ways. My husband and I are aware of the temptations they face. There have been altogether too many instances in our neighborhood where girls have gotten into trouble simply because they were allowed to run wild. My husband and I long ago decided that this wasn’t going to happen to our children.
When the girls were younger I handled all matters of discipline easily enough. Five or six swift swats on the seat of the pants were generally enough to put a naughty girl on an even keel. But by the time they reached their teens this became a physical impossibility. I was no longer strong enough to do the job, and both girls resisted me freely, which made the situation worse than ever. I felt they were losing all respect for me, and for my husband because he allowed the situation to go on.
The older girl, who was at the time I am discussing fifteen, was especially a problem. She was extremely popular with boys and I think this popularity went to her head. Both her manners and her school work began to suffer. Furthermore, she was setting an example for her younger sister that I didn’t like.
We tried a number of forms of punishment — withdrawal of allowance, halting of dating, etc, but found no improvement at all. Finally, my husband drew the line. He called both girls together and told them that they were either going to improve their behavior or they could expect some thorough spankings.
I don’t think the girls believed him. My husband is a large, strong man but generally very gentle and courteous.
Three nights later our older daughter attended a school dance with a boy who is old enough to drive a car. Before they left, my husband explained that he expected Angela back no later than 11:30. She looked at her father a little oddly and said that they would “try.”
By midnight she still wasn’t home and my husband was both worried and very angry. He stormed downstairs to the rumpus room and returned carrying a ping pong paddle which he laid on the arm of his easy chair.
It was well after 12:30 that we finally heard the car pull up in the driveway. Without a word, my husband rushed out of the house and soon returned dragging a very flustered young lady behind him. I don’t think that she had ever imagined that her father would ever carry out his threat. But in a moment, party dress, high heels and all, she found herself stretched out, face down, across his knees.
What followed was certainly a far more thorough spanking than that young lady had ever experienced. My husband delivered four or five good swats with the paddle which set her to yelling and kicking. The more she kicked, the angrier he got, and in a moment he pulled up her skirt and really got to the seat of the matter. There was no more kicking after that and when I led the sobbing girl to bed she was a thoroughly chastised young lady.
While we don’t have a mantle piece in our home, my daughter could certainly have used one that day. She was certainly in no hurry to sit down on anything. But on the whole, I don’t think that the pain she experienced was comparable to the embarrassment.
Since then there have been other spankings in our house — not many, but enough to do the job. My younger daughter received a very thorough paddling for being sent home from school because she was smoking a cigarette.
What has been the effect on the girls? Marvelous. Their behavior has improved immensely they are more courteous and, I think, happier. Not, of course, that they have developed into angels. But now they think twice before they misbehave, because they know the paddle is hanging right behind the pantry door and they know that their father will apply it whenever and wherever necessary.
Actually, I think they prefer a paddling to the nagging kind of punishments that go on for days or weeks afterward. A spanking is something that’s over with soon and there are no lingering effects, except for a temporary soreness.
While corporal punishment may not be the answer in every home, it has done wonders in ours.
Mrs. A. E. New York
Dear Mr. Sheldon:
I am a London girl, aged 22, and am a graduate of a University in England. I recently saw your article on corporal punishment in an old issue of “MR” and thought you might like to hear of my own experiences.
When I was aged 18 my parents went abroad and I was placed in the care of a spinster aunt who was a schoolmistress. I attended the local University and for a time led a very gay life and skipped some classes.
Unknown to me one of my lecturers knew my aunt very well and when he met her in the street he expressed his regret that I had been ill and unable to attend classes. This of course came as a great shock to my aunt as I had not been ill at all. To make matters worse I had gone to a dance that night and came in very late.
My aunt had stayed up waiting for me and she demanded an explanation for my behaviour, which she said, was disgraceful. She told me that I was wasting my father’s money and that she would write and tell him what a disappointment his daughter was. I pleaded with you not to do this and asked her if I might be punished some other way. She said that I deserved a proper spanking and that I should go to her room at once.
I meekly went to her room and obeyed her instructions to take off my skirt and girdle and lie over the bed. I thought she would use her hand or a hairbrush, but she said it was to be the strap. From as drawer she took out a heavy leather strap which when it was uncoiled was about 2 feet long. After a brief lecture she told me to take my panties right down, then when I was ready, the thrashing commenced. It was terribly painful and I was soon howling. She did not stop, however until I had received 15 strokes. Afterwards she was very kind and tender towards me.
For a time, things went pretty smoothly and my work picked up. She tutored me in French and I appreciated her help. One night while she was tutoring me she said that I had been slacking off in my work and must be punished. She sent me upstairs for the strap and I fetched it for her. I undressed when she told me to get ready, and lay down on the couch. Again I got a lecture, and was told that my punishment would be more sever as I was now a year older. I obeyed when she told me to take my panties down, and on this occasion I received 20 strokes of the strap.
These were the only two occasions when I got a thrashing and believe me, unlike one of your correspondents, I did not relish the prospect of having more.
- C., England
Dear Mr. Shelton:
My wife and I live in a Michigan city. I am a junior executive in a professional business and have an annual income in excess of $10,000. Your reports have been enlightening as far as spankings between married couples are concerned. We have a different approach to this and perhaps your readers would be interested.
Shortly after our marriage, we discovered quite by accident that spanking aroused us sexually and usually led to relations. It happened this way. After the honeymoon was over the usual husband-wife disagreements developed and we found ourselves going for days without talking to one another. One day I made the remark – “Why torture ourselves this way? When one of us has done something wrong, why not agree on some form of punishment and get it over with in a hurry?”
My wife agreed and after some discussion we decided to revert back to the punishments received when we were children in the form of a good old fashioned spanking. It is true that there was some embarrassment the first time this form of punishment was used, but when we discovered that it did work and cutting our arguments short and even led to a happier married life we decided we had taken the right step.
As some of your other letters have mentioned, we have a form of ritual we go thru. If my wife has done something wrong she is punished to coincide with the degree of her wrongdoing. For example, she has always taken so long to get dressed when we are going out that we always arrive at the function we are attending late. Tardiness on either side draws 25 spanks. In this case, (after we returned home from our evening our) she admitted she should be punished.
Even though she was dressed in a cocktail dress the punishment was delivered immediately. This is where part of the ritual comes in. She must stand before me and raise her skirts to her waist. I then pull her panties down around her knees and take her across my lap. She then has her choice of being spanked with my hand, a hairbrush or a ping-pong paddle. I then proceed to whack her for the full 25 cracks without mercy. It is not unusual for her to be crying like a baby by the time I finish.
When I am to be punished it is somewhat different. Since I am a man, I must strip and lay on the bed or sofa. She then usually ties my hands with nylon and whips my bottom with a belt. We have discussed getting a whip for my spankings but have not made a decision on this yet. The reason for my being tied of course is that I am much stronger than she and there is always the possibility that I, in anger, would strike back. My wife never hesitates to lay on the 25, 30 or up to 50 strokes with all of her might. 25 strokes or over will quite often bring me to tears.
I realize that our system of punishment is most likely not the usual. However, we do now feel as though it perhaps is not abnormal. We both firmly believe that spankings have helped our marital life. I hasten to add that we are very much against severe beatings or brutality, I would never think of striking my wife in anger.
Both my wife and I have tried to think back o anything in our background that might contribute to this enjoyment of spanking. I cannot remember anything unusual along this line happening. My wife has one teen-age experience that she recalls. I will quote her.
“I was never spanked as a small girl and received my first spanking at the age of 17 when I went to live with an older sister. This was the first tip-off that I might look at spanking as a punishment a little different than most people. Shortly after moving in with my sister, I arrived home quite late from a date. My brother-in-law was quite furious and practically insisted that I receive some sever punishment.”
“My sister agreed and sent me to the bathroom for her long handled hairbrush. As I handed it to her I realized what was going to happen and found myself tingling from head to toe. She sat on the sofa and in front of my brother-in-law raised my skirt and lowered my pink panties to around my knees, then pulled me across her lap. She really pounded my bottom with that hairbrush and although I found myself crying and perhaps didn’t realize it at the time, I’m sure I enjoyed the stinging sensation as the hairbrush connected with my bottom.”
“To be real honest, I must also admit that I liked rather than resented my brother-in-law watching me get spanked. When my sister finished spanking me, she ordered me to stand in a corner like a little girl with my skirts high. This I guess, makes me somewhat unusual, but I agree with my husband that our spankings have helped make our marriage a great deal happier.”
- L. S., Michigan
Dear M. C. and W. L. S. –
Your two reports highlight the sharpest division that appears to exist among those adult who find spanking a subject of interest and worth writing about. Many, like M.C., report no sexual element and may even go on to accuse those who do of being “abnormal.” Many others, like W.L.S., state that spanking is a part of their sex lives, and in their turn may go on to accuse those who admit no such connection of being naive, and/or deluding or hypocritical.
Mr. Shelton states that he is not prepared to theorize on either side at present. Life experiences are varied-this he is becoming convinced of more than any other single thing-and both points of view may well be equally true for the differing individuals involved, more report may help to establish it.
Mrs. J. M. writes of “slippering” in the school she attended as a girl. A cane is more efficient than a slipper. One method used by English disciplinarians is to make the unruly one bend over from a standing position and grasp the legs just above the ankles. The seat is bared and six or eight hard strokes with the cane are given across the buttocks. I once heard of an English girl of 14 or 15 who was soundly caned by her mother for complaining she was too old to be spanked. (The girl had been getting hand spankings). The mother reported that the girl made no further complaints for fear of getting another caning.
I miss your “Wild Wild World” page with the occasional items about corporal punishment as practiced in other countries.
- C., Texas
Until last Friday I would have sworn that your letters on spanking were just so much imagination – not that I didn’t enjoy them!
Earlier in the week we were informed by the juvenile authorities in an adjacent town that our two daughters, 16 and 14, had been apprehended along with about ten other girls of similar ages in some rather serious shoplifting. We found out later that it was their “sorority.” We are well-to-do and the girls certainly had no need to steal except for “kicks.”
As you may imagine, my wife and I were horrified that our pert, lively young girls would do such a thing. What to do about it? Honestly, my wife became almost sick with worry so we decided to consult our pastor. His advice was almost as shocking:
“You know I was born in Germany.” He said, “and my parents were pretty strict with my four sister, my two brothers and me. Any misbehavior was immediately dealt with by having the culprit or culprits lay across the end of the bed with our bottoms bared for a few dozen swats with the “klop-peitsch,” a six tailed strap like a cat-o-nine tails. None of us ever saw the other get it, but we sure could hear it!” He went on to tell us that none of his brothers or sisters ever had many repeats of the same offence.
He also informed us that he still occasionally spanked his own two daughters but that he had substituted a razor strap as less vicious, and that he favored the more traditional over-the-knee position as more satisfactory. He made a point of advising us that it should always be a sound paddling and on the bare. We were even more surprised to find that his teenaged daughters were still so punished, because we always considered them model girls.
He went on to tell us that he had already advised another set of parents to try the same remedy on their three girls – they were part of the same group! Unable to find a razor strap in the local stores, we hit upon the idea of stopping at a shoemaker’s where we bought a strip of sole leather about a quarter inch thick, three inches wide and about seventeen inches long.
The shoemaker grinned as he cut it: “Do you want me to shape a handle?” he asked. Then, noticing our discomfort, he said, “Don’t be embarrassed, folks, I just figured that somebody was going to get a good spanking with this. It’s just like the one I use on my kids, and it sure keeps them in line! Shucks, folks, I make quite a few of these!” We agreed to let him shape a handle at the thicker end and put in a hole so that it could be hung on a nail. Finished, it looked terrible enough that just the sight of it should be enough to keep our girls in line. we thought.
That night when the girls were ready for in their shorty pajamas, we brought out the strap and told the girls what was coming. Talk about shock! Both girls were sassy, defiant, incredulous, and finally, contrite and scared as they saw that they weren’t going to talk their way out it. We decided that it would be extra punishment for the older girl to see her younger sister get it first, with the knowledge that she was also going to be strapped like that.
I don’t have to tell you that the pleas and promises were numerous and frantic, especially after I had the fourteen year old over my knees and started to peel down the shorty panties! The pleas and promises became even more frantic as they turned into howls and tears and uncontrollable squirming and tossing as I laid on that strap –hard – for about thirty smacks. That fanny looked like the setting sun when I finally let youngster up to clutch her bare behind with both hands in a vain effort to rub out the sting.
Still rubbing, with tears streaming down her eyes and cheeks, she watched as the sixteen year old take her place over my knees, but only after I grappled with her to do so. She was still protesting that she was too old to be spanked when the strap reached her upturned bared bottom. If anything she howled even worse than her sister. I hate to admit it, but it made me actually feel good to give our Miss Smarty-Pants her comeuppance! For good measure, she got about six more than her younger sister before she too, danced around rubbing her bottom.
Afterward, we hung the strap in the girl’s bedroom in plain sight, with the promise that any further misbehavior would result in another bare-bottom over-the knee session with the strap. And, believe me, if either girl gets too far out of line, that’s exactly what she’ll get!
Naturally, my wife and I were worried as to just what would be the effect – if the girls hated me for spanking them, etc. I can only say they’ve behaved like angels all week. Perhaps the best endorsement of our new “spanking policy” came in the telephone conversation between our younger daughter and one of her girl friends, which my wife happened to partly overhear. Daughter was saying and, according to my wife, almost proudly: “…Gee, I wouldn’t take a chance on doing that! Daddy would paddle me good with the strap if he found out! Count me out!
If that’s the effect spanking has, we’re sold! The strap will hang handy from now on!
I greatly enjoyed your feature on cinema spanking and hope that you will run similar articles in the future. It’s too bad today’s movies don’t feature some of these present snotty actresses getting taken down a few notches. My own personal nominations for on-the-screen spankings are the Redgrave sisters, Raquel Welch, and Brigitte Bardot. One thing I would like to point out is that the present trend toward nudity and scanty attire in the movies (as well as in real life) could make for some great spanking scenes. One problem the actresses would have is protecting their rear ends while still making the spanking scene look realistic.
If Brigitte Bardot got walloped in the nude or Raquel Welch in her famous bikini it would be a great scene; however their bottoms might require some attention afterwards. In fact, a shot of them sitting on a pillow after getting spanked might be the real facts of the mater. I have seen a number of movies in which I would have loved to see some female bottoms get smacked that were asking for it – Barbarella, Blow-up, Cactus Flower, The Owl and the Pussycat, to name just a few.
I really get annoyed by off-the-screen spankings on TV. They really infuriate me. I recall an episode of I Spy a few years ago in which Mary Jane Saunders got the seat of her tight slacks spanked by Robert Culp. She was playing the part of a spoiled teenager really well, and it would have been a great climax. Only trouble was it all took place out of sight. I guess TV thinks that spanking is too violent!
I don’t watch TV much anymore but I too can recall good spanking scenes – Westerns, comedies, etc. I really wanted to see Marlo Thomas get walloped in That Girl in one episode when she got arrested by the police in a raid on a party and they thought she was a stripper. She was in a tight, revealing leopard skin suit and her shapely rear was just right for spanking.
I suggest you run more spanking articles as you have been pretty deficient lately.
My husband is a regular reader of your magazine, and I’ve followed the items on spanking with interest. A spanking I received about ten years ago taught me a lesson that I never forgot, which I guess is I’ve stayed interested in spanking as a form of punishment.
At the time, I was in the spring of my senior year in high school. I had excellent grades and had been accepted by colleges. I had been very popular and was considered rather pretty by my classmates, so I had a pretty good opinion of myself – I thought I could do whatever I wanted. One week our English teacher told us to write a poem as a class assignment. I was busy with other things that week, so I decided to cheat and turn in a poem from a girl’s magazine. I figured he’d never read that kind of magazine, so I’d be safe.
I still don’t know how he found out – someone must have told on me, I guess. One day in class he told me to meet him after school. When I walked into the room after school, he had a copy of the magazine and my poem right there together, so there was no point to denying anything! He was very direct in telling me that I would fail English and wouldn’t graduate. I broke out in tears at the humiliation of not graduating and not getting into college.
He blew up and asked me just what I thought would happen to a cheater? He said, “Maybe when you were in grade school the teacher would just have paddled you and made you re-write the paper, but you’re 18 now and you’ve go to live with the consequences of your actions. You know the penalty for cheating in this school.
I don’t think he meant to suggest anything when he mentioned paddling – in our school system corporal punishment was common in grade school but unheard of in high school – but he set my mind buzzing I knew I was in deep trouble, and I’d settle for anything that wouldn’t destroy my whole future. I begged him to give me a chance. I told him I’d never cheated before (which was true) and that I would submit to any punishment if he would let me graduate. Then, trembling, I made the suggestion, “I know I’ve acted like a child. If I promise to re-write the assignment and never to cheat again, couldn’t you give me some punishment that won’t wreck my future? I’ll even take a paddling if that’s what you think I should have.”
He looked rather startled at this suggestion. He thought about five minutes and finally said, “As you know, we don’t normally spank students at this high school. But since you’ve always had a good record and since you yourself suggested it, I am going to make an exception. The conditions are there: first you will do the assignment properly; second, you will report to this room after school everyday this week for a spanking; third since this punishment is not in our rules, it must be kept confidential or the bargain is off and you will not graduate. The reason you get spankings every day this week is that I want you to realize that cheating isn’t something you make up in one afternoon.”
I remember those words as if it were yesterday – it was only Monday, so I had been sentenced to five spankings! But his logic made sense so I agreed without argument. He told me to come lie across his lap. As I lay there over his knees, staring at the floor, I felt him reach for the hem of my skirts and pull it and my slip up over my waist. I hadn’t expected this and started to protest but quit when he pointed out we could call the spanking off and I wouldn’t go to college. Then another problem came up. Fancying myself very grown up and sexy, I had a collection of colorful underwear. This day I was wearing frilly panties that were bright red, with a garter belt that matched. You can imagine how I felt lying there displaying my red panties, bottom up, to a handsome forty-fivish teacher who was about to spanking me! My face was fiery red from embarrassment and fear. I remember the window was open and the breeze coming in over my bottom cooled my thighs between my panties and stocking tops, making a contrast with my flushed face. But I was not to be cool anywhere for long.
He saw my panties and said, “I don’t know who you planned to display this underwear to. Since you obviously didn’t expect to be displaying them to me, I will ignore it today. But you should know that I think you’re too young to wear sexy undergarments, and if you wear such underpants here again, I’ll take them down before I spank you. I assure you that I’ll make your bottom red enough without red panties!” Then he proceeded to spank me, and he was true to his word. After ten spanks my bottom was on fire. His hand came relentlessly down on the nylon seat of my panties for a total of about sixty spanks. After he was done, he lowered my skirt and said, “Take about five minutes to compose yourself.” Tearfully, I got up and stood there. My bottom burned so much I ignored modesty and pulled my skirt up to rub my seat, I wanted to pull down my panties to cool off, but that would have been too embarrassing.
When I came in for my second, on Tuesday, my teacher had a wooden paddle. It must have been an old frat paddle finding a new use. I actually welcomed it, even though it would hurt more, since it seemed less embarrassing than having his hand on the seat of my panties. This time I bent over his desk for the paddling. You can imagine that I was sure to wear plain white panties so that he wouldn’t make good his threat to pull them down after her lifted the hem of my skirt up to my shoulders. I got 25 spanks with the wooden paddle and it hurt as much as 50 with the hand. I went to the Ladies’ Room to compose myself. I looked in the mirror, and my seat was so red my white panties looked pink in the reflection.
The next two days were the same. I made only one mistake – on Thursday I wore a girdle. I figured it protect me, and didn’t violate his rule against sexy underwear. Well, I was wrong about the protection. He paddled me over the girdle, and it stung like crazy. An elastic girdle make a spanking hurt worse than one given on the bare bottom (some of your readers who spank their wives, take note!) I had to take the girdle off after I had gotten my 25 spanks.
I made my worse mistake on Friday, my last spanking. Without thinking, I put on sheer black panties and a black garter belt. I realized my mistake when I got to school, but it was too late since I couldn’t get home and had nothing to change into. When I reported to my teacher that afternoon and bent over his desk, he blew up again as soon as my skirt was lifted. He put down his paddle, grabbed me around the waist and sat down in his chair with me across his knees.
As I lay there trembling, my skirt and slip pulled up so the hem was on my shoulders he said, “I warned you about sexy underwear.” Then I felt his hand in the waistband of my black panties and the next I knew they were being pulled down around the tops of my nylon stockings. His hand came down on my bare bottom. I guess he gave me 100 hand-spanks. I was thrashing about for the last 50 or so, but he held me firmly. That bare spanking was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.
When it was all over, I thanked him of my own free will. Even though I was sore for a week, I was grateful – he taught me a lesson I will never forget, and saved my future. My husband still spanks me now if I need it (and he always takes down my panties!) but that one experience in high school taught me never to cheat in anything.
Mrs. M.B.K., Connecticut