ITC Spanking Magazine Reader’s Letters and Stories Special Number 4

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Ho ho ho etc. It may have been the time for over-indulging with the Christmas pudding and watching endless repeats of Mary Poppins but that clearly hasn't put a stop to the writers of spanking fiction. Herewith the seasonal loaded list: Great to see so many others with happy memories of Janus. I first came across a copy in a newsagent in Islington in the early 70’s. I still remember the front cover with a “schoolgirl” bent over with skirt turned up clearly ready for punishment. I became a regular visitor to both Green’s Court and Old Compton Street, the shop usually was fairly busy with fellow devotees browsing and deciding which issues to buy. I still have many of the early “Volume” and “numbered” series and the quality is excellent. Like several contributors I also found the readers’ letters very enjoyable. While one can now relax at home browsing through spanking material on the internet and even chatting to fellow enthusiasts, it doesn’t have the same buzz as a visit to the shop. Happy days.” She turned on the TV and sat down, looking for all the world like a regular mum. Only she and I knew that five minutes earlier she had paddled my bottom good and sore.

Our latest author is Naughty Julie who has recently submitted a story called Corporal Punishment In Myanmar . She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise. You look fantastic," he said, hoping to imbibe her with spirit as he watched her full effect arrive in their spacious living area.She'd rather he decide. Her savage, bare sting would be over soon, unless her next roll went against her.

His hardness drove her pride sky high. Her sex soared up the window, lifting her mind over the city. Flying on his flawless love, she flung her arms wide against the glass, and screamed, "I love you."

But then I turned to the "Letters to the Editor" (with the motto "Want to give the Editor the business? Here is where you can"), and my eyes popped out. There was a very long, descriptive letter from a husband describing how he had come to give his wife weekly disciplinary "whippings" (for some reason the writer avoided calling them spankings, but they clearly were) after learning the ins and outs of disciplining a wife from his neighbor. The first whipping was given because his wife was exposing herself to the neighborhood by going outside to hang up the laundry (no fancy clothes dryers for them) wearing sheer underwear. Why the wife would want to show her lacy undies off to the neighborhood was never explained - I guess it was just assumed that all women were exhibitionists, but the spanking, using birch and paddle, was vividly described. Facing their long dining table, she rubbed one die between her fingers. 'Five' would provide protection against the blistering oak, although five thunderous swats would be furious punishment. Maybe one vicious swat on her bare skin fitted her crime. Janus was for many years the must buy mag for CP afficionados, the benchmark by which others were judged. Paula Russell (profesionally Meadows) was editing its excellent stablemate Februs. As a CP devotee herself Paula brought an enthusiasm and understanding to the magazine which made it much more woman friendly and pleasent to read. Sadly over the passage of years I have lost my copies of the earliest issues that I had …when the numbering was in Volume,Number format. How I wish there was some spanking library where one could go to remind oneself of those pleasures of youth! Those which I have retained seem of an extraordinarily high quality.” It turned out that while we’d been away from the house, the children from the visiting family had discovered a spanking paddle in the basement. Apparently they had been given permission to look through some old boxes for some reason and had found the paddle.

She shoved her blue and white striped cotton panties to join her jeans, comfortable under his command. Her irrationality had made it difficult for him to trust she'd accept her discipline. His cruel dice game had taught her an effective lesson.They had managed to persuade Val to line them all up in the basement and give them a few swats. By all accounts, it had been a real laugh. Of course it was all for fun, but apparently some of the swats Val had given had one or two of the boys hopping about holding their paddled bums. She shivered as he returned, carrying their white oak punishment paddle. Six smooth holes drilled through it increased its speed, boosting its pain delivery. His promise powering her, she hung on his next words.

It's wonderful watching a happy young couple," Mrs. Davenport replied. "Thank you for your reassurance. After twenty years, our employees' futures matter." The Davenports departed, well nourished and infused with confidence. She relayed her private conversation with Mrs. Davenport to Mark. His sharp leather signatures delivered fiery pain. She analyzed her interactions, struggling to discover a single polite one. His uncompromising toughness pulsed pleasure into her sex, clearing spaces in her mind for genuine remorse. Thin rectangles of penetrating heat replaced fading strokes, keeping her bottom ablaze and her conscience clear. He was beating her without debate. She deserved it. Strapping her hard, he was leaving her lowest curves - on which she would sit - untouched. We are rather late posting this and deserve to be thrashed mercilessly with a wet noodle:o) Anyway, here are the items that have been loaded over the past 10 days or so. Enjoy! I got an extra long hug from Val when we left. She whispered in my ear: “I’m gonna miss you the most.” I must say, the feeling was mutual – although I did miss the Mustang too.It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. The army wife who insisted on wearing micro-miniskirts without panties in public and who was spanked by her husband with a ruler to get her to wear underwear (come to think of it, there seemed to be a lot of letters from military men in this era, when Vietnam was just winding up); She stared at her feet. It was tough to hear. Stealing a glance at the paddle due to punish her, she flinched. Without a word, she bent low over their bed. Placing her forearms on their white comforter, her weight of responsibility lifted from her shoulders. Her thin chiffon dress pulled tight over her bum, only a g-string beneath. Their discipline strap would hurt her. She hoped so.