Spanking Letters from Scandinavia

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She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her. For example, in 1913, a husband went before a Brooklyn magistrate and asked if he could spank his wife if she interfered with his spanking of their child. The magistrate decided that spanking the wife was the way to handle the situation. Tom laughed and my mum was laughing at my predicament, knowing full well how sensitive my behind must already be from our earlier encounter. Then, I heard Tom’s mum say ‘come here, birthday boy’ and I presented myself for my second spanking of the day.

Of course, the boy of 2 years receives more spankings than the others, and I give him about 20 or 25 rather sharp spanks with a very light ruler. All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink.I would be too embarrassed to have a verbal discussion of my problem, but I know I have been in need of help for years. Disliking her dilemma, she raised her arm, flipping a single die along the dining table. It bounced several times, rolling to a halt. One. 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.

In 1913, a Cleveland judge decided it was okay for a father to spank his daughter, age twenty-five, with a shingle, of all things. From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. She obeyed, her skin stretching taut, swamping her paddled bottom in a storm of fresh sting. Appalled by her prospective pain, she cherished his ruthless zeal.Again, in 1916, a New York judge rules that a husband could legally spank his wife if she refused to kiss him.

When married couples weren’t busy spanking each other, they often turned to their children. I’m not talking about small children, but their adult children. No sooner had Devery left the podium than a sixteen-year-old girl approached him and said she deserved a spanking because her mother did not know that she was at the ball. Not wanting to disappoint, the police chief put the girl over his knee and did as she requested.The stories are true as are the spankings. These are consensual but very real domestic discipline spankings. “Consensual” for us, means that my husband has asked to be held accountable for his actions and misdeeds and has consented to receiving actual punishment spankings accordingly. There are no warm up swats, no rubbing his butt or long pauses between swats during the spanking. And the swats are coming hard and one right after another. It is a rough experience for him. I commend him on being brave and tough enough to take what I dish out. Because let me tell you…it is oftentimes very harsh. The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope. We finally got home, I carried the bags inside then came out to say good bye to my sister in law and I apologized for speaking rudely. After that my wife told me to go inside and wait for her. I was near the front door as my wife was saying goodbye to her sister then said I'm going to go get him in line." 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. Last night I stayed out rather late at my club, and when I returned home I received the surprise of my married life when my wife handed me the first spanking I received since my boyhood days.

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); Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions.Your forgiven." He placed the paddle on the dining table, removing his suit and underwear. His rigid manhood pointed hard at her. "Get naked, naughty girl. I'm going to cool your paddled bare butt." Lowering her in his powerful arms, he lay her on their dark cherry wood floor. Tiny repeated ripples stole her conscience sex as he settled beside her.