Modern Spankings

Edit: I scheduled this post two weeks back. At that time, Veterans Day was not on my mind. I was a safe non-combatant. Remembering the pilots I stood watch with that did not return to the flight deck. And Happy Birthday to the Marines.

Modern Spanking was the first spanking publication I bought from an adult book store. It’s by Will Henry. I have read it over a dozen times. The section on couples spanking each other was my favorite. I knew then that switching was for me. Now all I had to do was to find a partner.

Here’s a story I posted back in 2010 from the Marital Spankings section.

All of Henry’s stories were written in a documentary style. Or as the 1969 preface of Modern Spanking says “ published as a sociological treatise on contemporary morals….” This was done, I suppose, to escape censorship.

The chapters of Modern Spanking cover all forms of who spanks who: Spanking in the Home Today, Feminine Control Over Discipline, The Adolescent’s Introduction to Spanking, Spanking and the Adult Woman, Marital Spanking and Family Spanking. The story reproduced here is from Marital Spanking. It’s a simple boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, girl spanks boy and they live happily ever after.

At 22, I wanted exactly what the fictitious couple, Ed and June, in the story had. I read it enough times to make it come true as it did when I met Bacall two years later.

There is a long prolog to this section of the story that I did not ask Bacall to type. It involves Ed’s seeing sorority girls paddled and June’s sorority paddling sessions at the college where she meets Ed.

“Our own paddling activities didn’t commence sometime after my initiation into the club. One evening when we were kidding around in his car, he playfully turned me over his knees for a few smacks on the seat of my skirt. It stung nicely and I think he was a little surprised by my ardor afterward. When he remarked that he ought to paddle me more often, I didn’t discourage him. While it was embarrassing and did hurt a little, it was exciting and very stimulating.

After this, he began warming me up on all of our dates prior to our necking sessions. I cooperated completely and started wearing garter belts instead of girdles on all our dates. At first, all the paddlings were given over my skirt, but I knew that couldn’t last forever. By this time, I might explain that we were quite serious about each other and talking about getting married after we finished school.”

At this point, Ed broke in with an explanation. “Of course, I could hardly wait to get her skirt up, but I didn’t want to spoil things by rushing her too much. However, one afternoon after school when we were alone at her place, I told that it was time for the skirts to come up. She got very red in the face but protested only mildly as I took her over my knee. My heart was pounding as I began working her right-fitting skirt up in the back. Up it came over the tops of her brown stockings, revealing plump white thighs and finally trim pink panties covering her nice bottom.

She was embarrassed to death, but I didn’t overdo that first session with my hand applied directly on the panties. However, after that, it was the standard procedure for June’s skirt to be pulled up before the spanking. Of course, it wasn’t long before I had designs about getting the panties down, but she firmly told me that that would have to wait until after we were married. I didn’t argue as the sight of seeing her over my lap with her skirt up to reveal panties, garter belt and long legs in stockings was thrilling enough.

We had been dating about a year when the next development occurred. One afternoon June playfully told me that sometimes she out to give me a taste of my own medicine. Ever since I had seen the hazing sessions in our basement at home, I had often wondered what it would be like to be paddled by a pretty girl. However, I hadn’t dared bring the subject up with June, as we had always more or less pretended that I was the boss and I didn’t want her to lose respect for me. When she suggested it, I didn’t refuse but sort of dared her to try. She brought out her subdeb paddle, remarking that it would be pointless to try to spank a boy with her hand.

With her paddle wrapped in some papers, we drove out to a secluded area where we often parked. Since there wasn’t enough room in the car, we got out and June told me to bend over and grasp the front bumper. She deliberately acted very bossy as she put the paddle to me. Even through my clothes it stung smartly but in a very stimulating way. I was surprised and quite a bit embarrassed by the reaction which I couldn’t conceal when I straightened up afterward.”

June continued with an explanation. “I pretended not to notice the big lump in Ed’s pants afterward, but I was delighted. In the car afterward, I told him that from then on he was going to have to take his share of the spankings. He didn’t argue as it was obvious that this is what both of us wanted. Through the remained of our courtship, we took turns warming each other up. We rarely had a date when Ed didn’t get the paddle and I didn’t get the hand on my panties.

With this spanking background, we could hardly wait to give each other a bare bottom initiation on our honeymoon. On the first night at the motel, I promptly went over Ed’s knees and blushed hotly as my skirts were lifted and panties lowered to the knees. I nearly melted as he gave me my first hand spanking on the completely bare bottom. Afterwards, when I was down to my garter belt and hose, I initiated Ed. The sight he presented as I lowered his shorts for him indicated that things would be very interesting later one. He bent over the side of the bed and I showed him what the paddle felt like on the bare bottom.

With this beginning, spanking has been a regular part of our life. We use it both for erotic foreplay and settle quarrels. Normally, both of us get a good dose of our sessions. Unless we are in a hurry, we go through the routine of preparing each other for the spanking. I usually strip him completely and he peels me down to garter belt and stockings. These days I get the paddle in addition to his hand, and neither of us stops until our bottoms are afire.”

More Will Henry

Rollin left a comment on  “A Blast From The Past”:

Your readers should know that numerous Will Henry and Ken Harding books are available in electronic form from olympiapress.com for the princely sum of $1 each.

Following up his tip I did a Google search on the site looking specifically for Will Henry and Kenneth Harding.

Some of the hits contained excerpts, so if you are interested.

Confessions of a Spankee by Kenneth Harding.

Suburban Spanking by Will Henry

Modern Spanking by Will Henry

 

A Blast From The Past

Herimone has posted some oldie spanking stories by Kenneth Harding. Thank you Herimone! We have posted two stories by Will Henry over the years and today we are sharing my all time favorite of his. [Careful readers will note the apparent mismatch of pronouns. We refers to Bacall’s keying it, while my refers to my, not her personal favorite]

All of Henry’s stories were written in a documentary style. Or as the 1969 preface of Modern Spanking says “ published as a sociological treatise on contemporary morals….” This was done, I suppose, to escape censorship.

The chapters of Modern Spanking cover all forms of who spanks who: Spanking in the Home Today, Feminine Control Over Discipline, The Adolescent’s Introduction to Spanking, Spanking and the Adult Woman, Marital Spanking and Family Spanking. The story reproduced here is from Marital Spanking. It’s a simple boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, girl spanks boy and they live happily ever after.

I bought Modern Spanking at an adult bookstore when I was 22. I wanted exactly what the fictitious couple, Ed and June, in the story had. I read it enough times to make it come true as it did when I met Bacall two years later.

There is a long prolog to this section of the story that I did not ask Bacall to type. It involves Ed’s seeing sorority girls paddled and June’s sorority paddling sessions at the college where she meets Ed.

“Our own paddling activities didn’t commence some time after my initiation into the club. One evening when we were kidding around in his car, he playfully turned me over his knees for a few smacks on the seat of my skirt. It stung nicely and I think he was a little surprised by my ardor afterward. When he remarked that he ought to paddle me more often, I didn’t discourage him. While it was embarrassing and did hurt a little, it was exciting and very stimulating.

After this he began warming me up on all of our dates prior to our necking sessions. I cooperated completely, and started wearing garter belts instead of girdles on all our dates. At first all the paddlings were given over my skirt, but I knew that couldn’t last forever. By this time, I might explain that we were quite serious about each other and talking about getting married after we finished school.”

At this point, Ed broke in with an explanation. “Of course, I could hardly wait to get her skirt up, but I didn’t want to spoil things by rushing her too much. However, one afternoon after school when we were alone at her place, I told that it was time for the skirts to come up. She got very red in the face, but protested only mildly as I took her over my knee. My heart was pounding as I began working her right-fitting skirt up in the back. Up it came over the tops of her brown stockings, revealing plump white thighs and finally trim pink panties covering her nice bottom.

She was embarrassed to death, but I didn’t overdo that first session with the hand applied directly on the panties. However, after that it was the standard procedure for June’s skirt to be pulled up before the spanking. Of course, it wasn’t long before I had designs about getting the panties down, but she firmly told me that that would have to wait until after we were married. I didn’t argue as the sight of seeing her over my lap with her skirt up to reveal panties, garter belt and long legs in stockings was thrilling enough.

We had been dating about a year when the next development occurred. One afternoon June playfully told me that sometimes she out to give me a taste of my own medicine. Ever since I had seen the hazing sessions in our basement at home, I had often wondered what it would be like to be paddled by a pretty girl. However, I hadn’t dared bring the subject up with June, as we had always more or less pretended that I was the boss and I didn’t want her to lose respect for me. When she suggested it, I didn’t refuse but sort of dared her to try. She brought out her subdeb paddle, remarking that it would be pointless to try to spank a boy with her hand.

With her paddle wrapped in some papers, we drove out to a secluded area where we often parked. Since there wasn’t enough room in the car, we got out and June told me to bend over and grasp the front bumper. She deliberately acted very bossy as she put the paddle to me. Even through my clothes it stung smartly but in a very stimulating way. I was surprised and quite a bit embarrassed by the reaction which I couldn’t conceal when I straightened up afterward.”

June continued with explanation. “I pretended not to notice the big lump in Ed’s pants afterward, but I was delighted. In the car afterward, I told him that from then on he was going to have to take his share of the spankings. He didn’t argue as it was obvious that this is what both of us wanted. Through the remained of our courtship, we took turns warming each other up. We rarely had a date when Ed didn’t get the paddle and I didn’t get the hand on my panties.

With this spanking background, we could hardly wait to give each other a bare bottom initiation on our honeymoon. On the first night at the motel, I promptly went over Ed’s knees and blushed hotly as my skirts were lifted and panties lowered to the knees. I nearly melted as he gave me my first hand spanking on the completely bare bottom. Afterwards, when I was down to my garter belt and hose, I initiated Ed. The sight he presented as I lowered his shorts for him indicated that things would be very interesting later one. He bent over the side of the bed and I showed him what the paddle felt like on the bare bottom.

With this beginning, spanking has been a regular part of our life. We use it both for erotic foreplay and settle quarrels. Normally, both of us get a good dose of our sessions. Unless we are in a hurry, we go through the routine of preparing each other for the spanking. I usually strip him completely and he peels me down to garter belt and stockings. These days I get the paddle in addition to his hand, and neither of us stops until our bottoms are afire.”

A Promising Curve

The second spanking publication I bought was Modern Spankings, by Will Henry. Copyright 1969. [Yes, I was a young lad back then] I never spent a lot on spanking literature or movies, but this paperback was my all time favorite. It’s a compendium of fictional case studies of almost every type of spanking relationship; parent/teen, marital spanking, everyone in the family spanks and gets spanks. This book served me well as a masturbation companion. I was a randy fellow in those days and intercourse twice a day was sometimes just not enough.

While stories of paddled sorority pledges were of significant interest, my favorite “case studies” were in the marital spanking section, especially those about couples who switched and spanked just for erotic purposes. I had no idea I would soon meet a young woman who would share my interest. My number one story was about Ed and June. They were dating when she was under going pledge training. Ed was interested in hearing about the paddlings the girls got and June discovered she was “more ardent when my bottom was still smarting and prickling from the paddlings dished at the hazing sessions”. Soon enough, she was over Ed’s knee for smacks on her skirt prior to all their necking sessions. [There’s a word from yesteryear] After more dates, her tight-fitting skirt came up to reveal the tops of her stockings, white thighs and trim pink panties. [That brings back some fond memories for me]

Well wouldn’t you know it, after about a year of dating, we find out that June decided Ed should get a dose of his own medicine. She got her sorority paddle, bent him over and acted very bossy as she put the paddle to him. Ed revealed that “the paddle stung smartly through my clothes in a very stimulating way and I was quite a bit embarrassed by the reaction which I couldn’t conceal when I straightened up”. [You too huh Ed] June relates “ I pretended not to notice the big lump in Ed’s pants afterwards, but I was delighted”. Through the remainder of their courtship, they rarely had a date when Ed didn’t get the paddle and June did not get his hand on her panties. [How sweet, they saved themselves]

It concludes, “With this spanking background, we could hardly wait to give each other a bare bottom initiation on our honeymoon. On the first night at the motel I promptly went over Ed’s lap and blushed hotly as my skirt was lifted and my panties were lowered to my knees. I nearly melted as he gave me my first hand spanking on the completely bare bottom. Afterwards, when I was down to my garter belt and hose, I initiated Ed. The promising curve he presented as I lowered his shorts for him indicated that things would be very interesting later on. He bent over the side of the bed and I showed him what the paddle felt like on the bare bottom. [A promising curve is what it’s all about]

You want to hear about Alan and Jackie?

Paddle Peach2

An old spanking story by Will Henry

This is excerpted from Modern Spanking by Will Henry, Viceroy Books, 1969. Stories like this fueled my passion for spanking during the 60’s.

Edna R. is a 46-year old housewife who has had considerable experience with spanking both as donor and as recipient. A tall (five feet, ten inches) brunette, Edna is meticulous about keeping her girlish figure and is often mistaken for a much younger woman. Here is Edna’s report about her spanking activities:

“I have had many years of experience with spanking both as spanker and spankee. I received spankings at home from my father until I was in my twenties, and my husband took up where he left off. I can still expect a spanking or two a week. I also spank my two daughters, who are now 20 and 18. In addition, I’ve both given and taken paddlings in connection with club initiation stunts. While others may disagree with me, I feel that spanking adds a certain spice to life. It’s intimate and more than a little sexy, but it’s also a very effective form of discipline. I know that I, for one, do not regret any of the experiences I have had, and I am looking forward to more in the future.

“When my husband is at home, I am expected to wear a pretty dress of combination sweater and skirt, nylon hose, high heels and pretty un-dies Girdles are forbidden as house wear. I have always worked to keep my figure trim, so I have no objection to dressing this way. The dresses and skirts I wear around the house these days are hemmed to end three-four inches above my knees, which is considerably shorter than I would wear publicly or even if we were expecting guests. The girls kid me quite a bit but I am used to that.

“When my husband decides that I am to be spanked, I am called into his study and the door is closed. Our daughters never witness my spankings, although they may be present in the house when one is administered. The study is far from soundproof and they can easily hear what is going on even with the door closed. They of course have known for a long time that I get spanked, and think nothing of it although they can rarely resist kidding me a little after a session.

“As many times as 1 have reported to the study for discipline, I still bite my lip and feel weak in the knees. As soon as I have closed the door behind me, I am required to grasp the hem of my skirt or dress and gather it up around my waist both in front and back. I must then walk over to my husband, who is seated on a leather couch. Despite the privacy and my many previous experiences, I still blush furiously and feel thoroughly ashamed as I walk to him with my panties and long stockinged legs on view. I might mention that my husband has adopted the same practice my father used to employ on me, even when I was a big girl in my twenties.

“As I stand in front of him facing him directly, he begins working my panties down off my hips. 1 still go absolutely scarlet when he completely exposes me this way, and having to hold my own skirts up so that he can see everything makes it twice as embarrassing. He is never in a hurry at this point, and always pauses for a good eyeful while I stand there crimson with shame and feeling completely ridiculous. It’s almost something of a relief when he finally turns me down over his lap, and I feel his forearm clamp down firmly on the small of my back.

“The discipline starts with a hand spanking, followed by the hairbrush. The hand spanking begins slowly and lightly, and is often accompanied by a scolding to make me feel juvenile. He knows how to raise the temperature in my bottom very slowly and evenly: It isn’t long before I am beginning to feel very warm and tingly. In spite of all the experience I have had, I still feel completely childish and deeply embarrassed at having a masculine hand applied to my upturned and completely bare buttocks. The hand spanking continues until my bottom is rosy, and I am blinking back tears and squirming considerably.

“After this warming up, the hair brushing commences. With the very first spank of the brush, I have to howl and squirm furiously. He applies it briskly and usually alternates from one cheek to the other. As that brush raises the temperature in my bottom very rapidly, the tears come and I find myself crying and carrying on just as I did as a teenager years ago. My husband never stops a spanking until the sight of my thoroughly reddened bottom convinces him that he has gotten his point across.

“Following one of those hairbrush workouts, my bottom is afire. My husband long ago adopted my father’s old rule prohibiting me from rubbing my posterior afterward. I have to stand in the corner, using my hands to keep my skirts up and leaving my panties down so that everything is showing. Standing there while my fire red bottom gradually cools off can be quite a trial, and there are times when I am just simply dying to rub myself back there. My husband usually makes me stand there from ten to fifteen minutes, which is sufficient time to get my tears under control. He then replaces my panties for me, and we kiss and make up.