A 1950s wife’s tale
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 1970s and 80s frequently had spanking and BDSM related articles. This is probably from the late 1980s or early 1990s.
The memoir itself relates to events that more properly happened in the 1960s but date from a marriage between an 18-year-old girl and a much older man in 1958. What is so interesting about it is that the woman concerned would have been horrified at the time to confront certain aspects of her marriage and would probably have shied away from anything that smacked of ‘perversion.’ So she had to find a way to dress it up so that she could live with it.
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. So when I moved from Bedford to Surrey I lost all my friends and didn’t know anybody. 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. I had pans and pans or it; I had no idea that such small amounts would ‘grow.’ Consequently dinner was a disaster.
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.
I think after that I didn’t mind so much and for a long time I think I made ‘mistakes’ on purpose.
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. Every few weeks I would ‘get something wrong’ and I would be spanked and then we would make up.
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.
Then one evening we had a dinner party with an important friend and client of my husband’s. The children were at a friends and I had taken days to prepare the blasted thing. Soufflés were all the rage back then I had even made one in the week previously just to rehearse. On the night the blasted things didn’t rise and I was in a foul mood. Not only did I smash things about in the kitchen but I swore at the client’s wife when she tried to give me some advice.
Kenton was furious. Right then and there I was scolded and sent to bed. He actually called me a brat and used the words to the affect ‘sent to bed without my supper.’ You can imagine.
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 number 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. I said if he spanked me sometimes I wouldn’t be such a fright and if I knew I would get the cane as well when I was frightful then it would help.
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.
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