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Following up on the post about bridal spanking traditionshere as an overview of various spanking traditions pursued once the bride is safely married. Margaret was married at 19 in by her own admission she had no idea about life and did not know what to expect from married life. In twenty quid was a lot of money, I think maybe much more than a weeks wages then. Despite being a wife, I was still a teen, so I stopped off at the record shop.


Not sure where this is from. It may have been published in the original Privilege booklets when they were still produced in A5 or else it was from an article in Forum magazine another A5 booklet which back in the s and 80s frequently had spanking and BDSM related articles. This is probably from the late s or early s.

The memoir itself relates to events that more properly happened in the s but date from a marriage between an year-old girl and a much older man in I was no stranger to corporal punishment in my youth; it was just never a big deal. Dad used a slipper and Mum had a short green stick that she used to wrap around my legs or bum. So when Kenton and my parents made getting a spanking or a bit of stick a condition of marrying him, I saw no problem with it.

Kenton was more than 20 years older than me and worked in a bank in the city. In some ways this made it easier to adjust to my new life; although in other ways not so much. For instance on one occasion early on in our marriage, Kenton asked me to cook dinner for a client and his wife. I was no great shakes as a cook but nevertheless decided to prepare one of the new fashionable curries that were in all the magazines. Unfortunately I had no idea how to cook rice.

In those days telephone calls were very expensive and Kenton had told me not to use the phone without his permission. So because I had no friends nearby I had no one to ask about the rice. In the end I made far too much.

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That night Kenton told me off for about 10 minutes and then put me across his knee and spanked me until I cried. I thought it was horrible, but afterwards I had a strange warm feeling that made making up so much better. One other thing happened after about two years of marriage.

After a big row I went home to mother. Mum and Dad were not impressed and phoned Kenton to come and get me.

After that Kenton got a cane. It was not at all like the stick my mother used to have and I had to get half naked and kneel up on the bed. Nothing had ever hurt so badly and afterwards I had marks that lasted for days. Making up was a good as ever and Kenton promised that he would only ever use it if I was really bad.

So the pattern was established for our life. This went on until I was in my 20s and the first of our children arrived. Then as these things do, I had little time to provoke him and he I think settled down with his well-trained wife. The children were at a friends and I had taken days to prepare the blasted thing.

Kenton was furious. Right then and there I was scolded and sent to bed.

After they had gone I was made to get up and take my nightie off. Then I had to bend over the bed for a harsh caning. I got a tremendous of strokes and I was really crying after. The funny thing was, making up was every bit as good as it had been before and we talked about it. It was jolly difficult to arrange around the children, but I have to say it worked for us and I was spanked and caned until I was 44 when Kenton sadly died. Thanks for sharing that no-doubt true and believable story.

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I wonder how many times this sort of story has been repeated throughout human history. When I was a young boy I knew for certain of two women spanked by their husbands. We boys used to talk about it but thought nothing of it as it was clear men were in charge and our own backsides were slippered, belted or caned often enough.

I thought that was a lovely kind of story and it is good to imagine relationships like that.

I am sad that Kenton died. There are quite a few elegant Americans — and more than a few women who apreciate a firm hand I promise you. You may surprsie yourself if you try. I do like the sentence: Mum had a short green stick that she used to wrap around my legs or bum. Was the stick green as in freshly-cut and bendy?

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I wonder. I am spanked by my husband. My son and daugher in law enjoy such a marriage too. She does not work outside the home but they do have 4 children and she can be spanked by my son and is from time to time. It did wonders for their marriage although we were quite against it at first. The whole initiative came from her. I love to spank my wife.

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I surprised her when she was not expecting it. We are alone in the living room, I will walk her over to an armless chair, sit down and motion for her to stand between my legs. She is now figuring out what I have in mind. I bend her over my left knee and put my left arm over her back to restrain her.

She resists and I grab her arm with my left hand. I raise her skirt and pull down her panties. She knows she is going to get it! I begin to spank her with my right hand. She protests and begins to squirm so I tighten my grip on her arm and squeeze her legs between mine. I begin to spank her harder and harder with my hand.

After a few minutes and about 20 hard firm smacks with my hand her bottoms are starting to turn a nice pink color. She says to stop, but I just tell her to be quiet and that it is over when it is over!

After a few more minutes and another 20 or so hits with my hand, her bottoms are becoming nice and red! She again protests and squirms a bit more, but she is helpless to escape my firm grip. She starts to sob. I place the cold wood softly against her bottoms and rub it slight so she can tell what is about to happen. She lets out a little moan.

I tell her to take a deep breath and hold still. I tell her that she will get 15 very hard swats spaced 3 seconds apart and that she is to hold still until completed about 45 seconds from now. The first strike lands as she lets out a little yelp.

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One-two-three seconds and I hit her the second time. She cries out in pain. Three second later and hit 3 brings a louder cry. Every 3 seconds another hit. After hit 4 she is really squirming to escape but to no avail as my grip on her is too tight. After hit 5 she is starting to sob uncontrollable and her squirming is getting worse.

After hit 6 she is crying and sobbing and the tears are flowing. Hit 7 smacks against her extremely dark red bottoms and she is no longer resisting, but instead capitulating and in acceptance of her situation. As hits continue to land on her bottoms every 3 seconds, her dark red bottoms turn to black and blue with welts by hit

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Andrew and April were an upper class couple in their mid-thirties, living in a modern flat in Battersea, London.


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My wife of 8 hours stood in the corner of the hotel room, nose firmly pressed into the corner, the hem of her skirt pinned well-up her back.


It was quite a scene.