Stranger than fiction


Quite a while back A Voice published a well-received short story entitled Janice and her awakenings with Aunt Alice. It was about an innocent girl who was introduced to spankings at the hands of her Aunt as an adult during the 1960s.

Well just to prove that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, if you believe this tale, here is a recently unearthed snippet taken from the now defunct LSF.

About 10 years ago [this puts it into the late 80s or early 90s –Ed.] some of the girls were talking in the office about the trouble they got into as kids at home. One girl got locked in a cupboard, would you believe, but another girl said she used to hide in a cupboard when she was in trouble because her dad would give her a good hiding.

This led to a discussion about who did and did not get a spanking when they were kids. One of the girls went very quiet, which was fatal in this company and it was teased out of her that she was sometimes still spanked. She was only about 19 or 20 so I didn’t think this was such a big deal, although she was made fun of a lot at the time.

I didn’t volunteer this at the time, by the reason I didn’t think it was so odd was that an Aunt spanked me when I was 22.

This was the 1970s and I went to live with her to save money after college. We got on alright, but she had all sorts of little rules and was always scolding me about things.

One of the main things was coming home late and going out drinking. You can imagine that as an ex-student living in London I wasn’t often in a listening mood.

Then one night I went to a party with a girlfriend and two guys we didn’t know. It was south of the river somewhere, Blackheath I think, I was living in Islington at the time.

My girlfriend scored, I didn’t and ended up alone and abandoned. It was daylight and raining before I phoned my aunt out of desperation. She was angry and a bit cold on the phone, but she came and fetched me in her old Ford Anglia.

I went to bed as soon as we got in, but the next day my aunt came and sat me down and gave me a good talking to. I felt really small by the time she was finished, I really hadn’t thought about her at all. She said that if I didn’t have any consideration for her then I should move out. There were a lot of tears from both of us and I promised that I wouldn’t do it again.

Three months later, I did what amounted to an action replay.

“Sorry, I forgot,” was about all I could say. I have to say that I felt really sick about it, which might help understand what happened next.

“Sally I am going to help you remember.” It was really odd how she said it.

I said I was sorry again and that I would do anything.

“I am going to leave you to think about it for a while and then when I come back I am going to smack your bottom.”

I don’t remember what I said, but I was very flustered. I have to say at this point, although I couldn’t quite believe it, I knew that it would really happen. We talked about it a bit more, I may have protested a bit, I am not sure, but she was very calm and firm. She told me to get into my night things but to leave the lower half off and then she left.

It seemed like ages after that and I remember that I kept standing up and sitting down, not even pacing. Eventually I got into my pyjamas and put the bottoms on. Then I took them off again. I may have done this more than once, I felt really silly.

When auntie came, I had them off and was laying face down on the bed. She was holding a slipper, one of my uncle’s I think. She told me that when she was my age she was sometimes spanked and that my uncle had spanked my cousins until they had left home.

I was really blushing and I didn’t know what to say, but she just sat on the bed and told me to stand up, which I did.

It was really embarrassing, silly and uncomfortable going over her lap. I really didn’t think about it hurting.

“Will you stop going to parties with strange boys and call me if you are out late?”

I started to answer but she didn’t wait. The slipper slapped down and it really hurt right from the first. She spanked the holy crap out of me for a really long time. She didn’t even stop when I started crying.

Afterwards she gave me a hug and asked me if she would ever need to do ‘that’ again.

I promised her she wouldn’t.

“We’ll see.” It was a really mean threat.

It never did happen again, but I thought about it a lot and stated reading about spanking and looking out for films after that, which is how I came here.

This is a particularly good snippet because although it reminds me of Pats & Peeves, it is also warmer and less truncated than the style used there. It doesn’t mean that it is true, but it is at least believable.


2 Responses to “Stranger than fiction”

  1. 1 Karl Friedrich Gauss

    Nice snippet.

    The LSF was quite the active and fascinating forum. Of course *I* never posted there, but it was great to read.

    I sometimes wonder what happened to the person who used to post there under the name of “Gretchen”. She and her boyfriend lived somewhere in the Texas, Arizona, New Mexico area and were grad students or something, possibly in music. She told many wonderful tales of their mutual adventures.

    I’ve been away, and I see you’ve posted lots of great stuff in my absence, DB!

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