When the spanking was over, Kate told Kristie to sit on the picnic table bench until she stopped crying. She also informed the girl that she would have some time standing in the corner when we got home. Despite being a stern disciplinarian, Kate was also a very loving mom. She showered her daughters with hugs and kisses, liked to play and joke around with her them when they were being good, and comforted them after they had been punished. The last stroke erupted in her softest crease, a direct strike where her legs met her bum. She stamped her feet as her strangled cry filled the study. "I'm sorry," she yelled. Calming herself with her outburst, she maintained her position, her thighs on fire. Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart.

When I was 21, right after I graduated from college, I began dating Brandon, a brilliant, charismatic, confident 22-year-old. I loved how his dominant, even arrogant, personality manifested itself between the sheets. (Really, the only place I could put up with such a personality.) I didn’t have to ask for him to spank or dominate me because he did it naturally, and I didn’t feel like I was “choosing” to be submissive. But when we broke up after nine months, I knew I wanted the next guy I dated to be dominant in bed, like Brandon had been. I did a little Googling about submission and spanking fetishes and discovered it was a lot of other people’s fetishes, as well. Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!” It also transpired that it was the custom to hand out one, five or ten dollar bills to the birthday spankee – which was something else I didn’t know about. I was super-embarrassed to contemplate an actual spanking, but also pretty eager to collect some birthday dollars – this was a new twist to the story. Aunt Peggy saw my dazed grin, and said: “It’s up to you – no spanking, no loot honey-bun! Your choice!”

We'd never be perfect together unless I looked into her eyes and told this innocent woman I had a spanking fetish

The evening seemed secretive and subversive, in an exciting way, and I asked several people if they thought that spanking might be the next thing out of the closet. Having put their problem to bed, she owed them equal respect. They'd bared their souls, and she'd left them uncomfortable. Grabbing her phone, she messaged her friends 'Fixed your problem. Girls' night soon? Just us?'

I commented earlier, I started getting spanked after ten years of marriage. I've got it with his belt only a few times for more serious stuff. Wow it stings! I'm giving you freedom, Carly. You believe in strict discipline. I think you're wise beyond your years. You lied to protect yourself. You aren't a bad girl. I expect you to apologize to Miss Roberts. It will require immense humility, and I imagine hurt like hell." I don't have to speak to you," Carly said, noticing the beautiful Indian lawyer waiting outside her college gates. Yesterday she hadn't liked her. Nothing had changed. Anyway, Sunday came and there was a big snowfall. The snow delayed Mum and Dad’s return, which was disappointing, but we did speak by phone and they wished me happy birthday. The Grand Rapids crew made a big fuss of me – we went ice-skating, and there was a big birthday cake. Later on I was given my first alcohol – a glass of Christmas sherry – which made me a bit light-headed. It was a big warm family affair!I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. Perhaps because she was much older, perhaps because of her ‘donation’ (I realised later that Leanne had basically ‘bought’ me), I allowed myself to be undressed and soon I was playfully put across her knee, my bare bottom in the air. I'll appreciate your corporate apartment tomorrow night when she's beaten me." Anya had granted her its benefit while she leased her own. The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? In the ‘special interest box’ discreetly placed in a safe corner are a few various ones, in the middle are half a dozen Janus, and Kane magazines.