I don't really know how to explain this. I am 22 year old successful student in the UK. I am about to start a training contract with a top firm of UK lawyers.

I pull quite a lot in nightclubs when I am out (that means I kiss a lot of girls - I spent 5 months in the US and I know the difference in language). Yet I know that my friends would probably not understand me if I told them I enjoy being spanked. Am I a bit sick that I like spanking ? Do I have a problem ??

You probably get loads of e-mails about stuff but is would really appreciate it if you could spread some light on all this for me. I don't mind if you use this letter but please don't use my name !!

- Worried in the UK

Dear Jacqueline,

It was so sweet of you to print Todd's little letter of how we met. For your readers information, they can find this letter in the letters section volume #1. Anyway, Todd was so excited that I had to give him a little spanking to calm him down! It worked. It always does. Of course, he gave you his "poor little me" version of things! He still pretends to be the innocent little boy who never does anything wrong. Don't they all! He neglected to mention that he had been warned many times by both his mom and me not to play ball near the house. When he broke my window (again!) I decided to take more "direct" action. It's remarkable how a well smacked bottom improves the hearing. It certainly did in Todd's case; he never broke another window!

As you suggested, I thought it might fun to tell you about that first night that Todd mentioned. He wanted to write it but I told him no, I wanted to give my version of things. Then he got all silly and sulky and threw a little tantrum. I won't stand for that, so I sent him to his bedroom where he got a painful reminder that Mommy will not tolerate that sort of behavior. That's why he's standing with his nose to the wall and red bare bottom on display while I type! He looks so cute, and I wish Jacqueline that you could see him now. The pants of his pale blue jammies around his ankles and top not quite covering his poor little sore behind! It's his own fault of course, and I'm sure that you've had to deal with similar situations yourself.

After my divorce I had this desire to go back and see everyone I'd known during my marriage. I'd made a lot of good friends in those early days and Todd's mom was one of my closest. When Todd arrived at the house I was a little suprised. I'd known him when he was a boy, awkward, sassy but good at heart. Now he was a fully grown and quite handsome young man. He was still a little awkward, but in a cute, boyish sort of way! My type in fact. I felt a little guilty about walking in on his birthday, but when they insisted that I stay I was more than happy to. When Todd and I were left alone it seemed natural to talk about the past. I felt in a mischievous mood and couldn't resist mentioning the spanking that I'd given him. He blushed! My more dominant / maternal instincts immediately sensed the "naughty boy" in him. You can tell, right?

As we spoke, I found myself wanting to put this young man over my knee and smack his bottom again! Giving him a Birthday Spanking was a perfect excuse. Even though I would have loved to pull those tight jeans down, I satisfied myself with delivering twenty six solid swats that certainly made him squirm! I enjoyed myself and I think that he did too. As he got up all red faced and rubbing, I knew that I had to get this guy alone. I guess that I dropped some pretty heavy hints!

I spent the following day as nervous as a kitten. When he rang, I managed to keep my voice steady and arranged for him to call at eight that evening. I told him not to be late or I would be very displeased with him. I also said that I hadn't yet decided what to do about him not telling the truth the previous day. That wasn't strictly true. I had decided of course. I was going to get his pants down and spank his little bare bottom!

I swear that I heard him gulp at the other end of the line as he promised not to be late. Of course, he was. One of Todd's more infuriating habits is his tardiness. He never wears a watch even though I've bought him several. Stuttering and stammering excuses he arrived at eight thirty. I let him in, sat down and listened to his pathetic and wild explanation as to why he was late. Eventually I cut in.

"I've heard enough young man. Still not telling the truth, are you? I can see that you haven't learned one thing from that spanking I gave you all those years ago. Obviously sterner measures are needed. Come here, Todd."

I no longer felt nervous. I was in control. I knew it and so did Todd. He shuffled slowly over to me like a naughty little boy who knew he was gonna get it! But this was no little boy's bottom I was about to spank; it was a twenty-five year old adult rear that I was going to have the pleasure of turning red! As he stood in front of me, I undid his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. Dressed in a cute pair of white pants, he squirmed as I scolded him about telling the truth, being on time, disrespect, breaking windows. Anything I could think of! I patted my lap.

"Over you go, young man. I'll show you what happens to naughty boys." I was now in full flow and in charge of the situation. It all felt so natural. He made a few whining noises but did as he was told.

Once he lay stretched across my knees, I wrapped my arm around his middle and shifted him over until he was nicely bottom up! I was going to enjoy this. I raised my hand and brought it down with a loud smack across his stretched white pants. He yelped and kicked, so I did it again, and again, and again! I loved the feel of my hand connecting with his tight little bottom. His yelps and cries were music to my ears! By the time I decided that his underpants had to come down, he was actually crying softly. It didn't stop me, if anything it spurred me on. I told him that he was a bad, bad boy who deserved to be spanked on his bare bottom He howled as I slowly pulled his underpants to his knees to reveal a red, blotchy ass that was hot to the touch.

I then gave him the spanking that I knew he wanted, needed and had come for. For the next ten to fifteen minutes I kept bouncing my hand off his bared bottom. I gripped his wriggling body tighter as he jerked and cried and kicked his legs up and down. It was one of the most exciting and satisfying experiences of my life, and I enjoyed the sense of power and control it gave me. However, let's be clear about this he could have got up at any time but he didn't. He didn't want to.

Eventually I stopped, lifted him up and sat him on my knee. I wiped his tears and hugged him close as he settled contentedly into my breasts. I'm sure that he would have stayed there all night, but I felt that he needed a little corner time to reflect on what had happened. He protested a little until I told him that I had a hairbrush ready for disobedient little boys. Off he scooted to the corner. I told him to leave his pants down until I came back. What a picture he made. Nose to the wall, rubbing away at his hot and sore little bottom! I went to the kitchen to calm down and make a coffee!

When my knees had stopped shaking and my heart was pounding a little less, I went back with a drink for each of us. Todd was still facing the wall looking so cute! As I entered, he turned his head a little and smiled. I smiled back but told him to keep facing the wall. I was supposed to be punishing him after all! I put the cups on the table, undressed and slipped into bed. I lay quietly for a few minutes absorbing all that had happened. It had been a powerful and revealing evening. Deciding that Todd had been punished enough; I told him that it was bedtime. He turned; I pulled back the sheets and patted the bed. Trotting over, he carefully slipped under the covers and lay on my chest. But we didn't go to sleep straight away. He was a very naughty boy!

Love, hugs and spanks

Laura & Todd
Rockford, IL

I have a thought that I will pass along to you because of your interest in spanking. Say that a young man comes before you for a spanking. When he sees you wearing pants, he is disgusted and tells you that women wear skirts and/or dresses but pants are for men. Naturally, you will spank him extra for his attitude, but why not treat him to a really good spanking by using six individual knee positions.

You would first decide how many spanks will be considered a full spanking. Then you multiply that number by six, one full spanking over each knee position. By the time you have finished his punishment, he will learn to like your knee positions and deserve to be spanked that way whenever you feel like wearing pants. You can make him actually love being put across your pants. Just a thought for you to consider. If you don't like this idea, just forget it and forgive me for trying.
- Harold