Volume 3, Edition 1

WELCOME!

This is the 1st edition of the 3rd year of “CP News and Spank! Report”, a QSM Publication. The theme of this edition is “Spanking as an Adult” and is dedicated to stories about punishment spankings received when one was an adult.
MISSION STATEMENT
I hope, over time, to tell stories and anecdotes regarding childhood punishments, including but not limited to, spankings at home, school paddlings, and any other forms of corporal punishments.
Please use the comments section to give me feedback, pro or con, and pass along any stories or requests you may have. You can also e-mail me at jwlewis59REMOVE@gmail.com. Together we can make this one of the top CP related blogs on the ‘net.
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QUESTION OF THE MONTH
This month’s question keeps within the theme of this edition, “Spankings as an Adult”.
Did you ever receive a spanking for punishment when you were older than 18? Who spanked you, and why? Did you find it an appropriate punishment for a grown-up or was it even more embarrassing than spankings when you were younger? Feel free to add any other details.
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Never Too Old!
Sheila Returns Home
Sheila Sussman was now 32 years old and her life was in shambles. Just a year earlier she had been the spoiled wife of a successful corporate lawyer, living in a ritzy neighborhood with him and their ten year old daughter, Sandy. Life was very good.
Then her husband confessed his “fling” with his 23 year old secretary. Sheila forgave him for that one. A month later, Jerry, her husband, decided the pressures of corporate law were too much for his psyche and up and quit his very high ranking position in his law firm. Not only that, he gave up law completely, opting instead to become a house painter. Shortly after, with the bills from their lavish lifestyle piling up, Jerry took off to be with a Bohemian type artist woman.
Sheila not only found herself a single mother, but one with no job prospects. She had left college after two years to support Jerry while he was in law school, with his promise to care for her after graduation and once he got started in the legal profession. He had done that, to such an extent that Sheila no longer wanted to return to college or work, instead living a life of relative leisure. Even the raising of her daughter was mostly left to the hired help.
Jerry refused to pay child support, citing poverty, without court orders. Sheila soon found the bills piling up even more, and her domestic help had to be left go. Waiting on the court system to hear her case, it became obvious just what she had to do, and that was move herself and Sandy back in with her mother.
Sheila really hadn’t lived with her mother since she graduated High School. She had immediately gone off to college and spent most of her time there either in school or in the company of boyfriends. She had met Jerry during her first year, spent most of her second year with him as her grades slipped, and married him after her that school year. She did some entry level work while Jerry got settled into the corporate law world, had Sandy when she was 22, and led the life of wife, mother, and social climber after that.
Her parents had been rather strict with her when she was living with them before she went away to college. Sheila wasn’t allowed to date until she was 16, and even then had very strict curfews. And her parents’ method of discipline was usually corporal punishment, used on a lesser basis as she grew older but still used occassionally.
While Sheila’s father did spank her a few times, especially before puberty, he wasn’t the main disciplinarian of the family. That duty fell to Sheila’s mother, Ann. Her father was a quite distant man, and spent most of his time working. Ann was around the house at all times, and knew when Sheila got home from school or a date. She was the first to see the report cards and notes from teachers she had brought home from school. And the amount of time Sheila and Ann spent together, at home, led to tensions and conflict.
Of course, Ann didn’t stand for much of that conflict. As a youngster, pre-pubescence, Ann would just turn Sheila over her knee, pull down her pants, and give her bottom a good smacking with her hand. As Sheila grew into her teens, Ann realized she needed something stronger, and began to use a wooden spoon to paddle Sheila’s backside when she got out of line. Either way, by the end of the spanking, Sheila had a sore bottom, was crying and dancing, and was very contrite and behaved for a good long while afterwards.
Oh, some of the memories Sheila had of going over Ann’s knee. There was the time, at 14, when Sheila saw her Math grade drop to a D. Ann got her tutoring help then, but it was hard sitting at the first few tutoring sessions after Ann paddled her harshly. Or, at 16, the time she had wanted to go out with her friends after school instead of coming right home. Ann refused Sheila permission, as she needed her help at home. Well, Sheila went anyways, but only once. Ann busted her backside for that one.
When Sheila started to date, at 16, she gravitated to older guys, 18 or 19, who had cars and money. They had no respect for Sheila’s curfew of 11 PM. Neither did Sheila, until Ann paddled her for willful disobedience. Heck, Sheila could even remember getting a rather hard spanking at 18, merely for getting a detention in school for talking in class.
Sheila always hated the spankings and that was the main reason she never returned home for more than a short visit after she entered college.
But now, her situation nearly demanded she turn to her mother for help. Ann was now a widow; Sheila’s father had passed away four years previously. Ann was not the typical grieving widow. She found herself upon her widowship, after a short grieving period. She was left with a nice pension, Social Security was on the way, and her skills as a home money controller left her lots of savings. Ann had even worked outside the home, more to be around other people than for any need of money.
Sheila finally went to see her mother, Sandy in tow. She explained her predicament to Ann, and, while Ann agreed to let Sheila and Sandy move in, she let them know there would be rules and lifestyle changes when they moved in. “You’re to get a job, Sheila,” she said, “and Sandy is to go to school every day. There is to be absolutely no late night partying, and you are to remember, this is MY house, and MY things.” Sheila felt a bit intimidated, but agreed to her mother’s terms. She was happy, though, to hear no mentions of any punishments.
Things went well right off. Sandy adapted well to her new surroundings. Sheila found a job at a local craft shop; it was low pay and entry level, but still, it was the first job she had since summer work during college.
After awhile though, things began to change. Sandy began to misbehave a bit, as most ten year olds do. Sheila tried to get her under control by taking away her computer, denying her tv time, and like punishments. Ann, on the other hand, with the girl more than her mother, didn’t punish the girl but warned her numerous times she was getting close to getting a spanking. Sheila told her mother she didn’t want her daughter to be punished that way, but Ann was adamant. “I raised you that way, and you turned out OK except for a poor choice in a husband. It definitely kept you in line when you were young. This girl of yours could use more of the same.”
As Sheila thought that over, Ann added the deciding point. “And, if I can’t punish her as I see fit, well, you both can just move out. Find someone else to care for her while you work, in the meantime.”
That caused Sheila to reconsider quickly. “OK, Mom. Just be fair and don’t be too hard on her. She has never been spanked before.”
“Oh I’m always fair, and I will only give her what she can handle. Just like I did you.”
Two days later, at breakfast, Sheila noticed her Mom’s wooden spoon hanging on the refrigerator. “Oh my, what is Gramma’s wooden spoon doing on the fridge?” she asked.
Ann answered. “That’s a reminder for little Sandy here to behave or it will be used on her backside,” she said, adding, “She never wants to do her homework, just play games and goof off. I’ve warned her, any more of that and she will be doing her homework with a sore bottom.”
“That’s right, Sandy, you don’t want to know what that spoon feels like,” Sheila said, “I know its not pleasant.”
“Yes, mom, yes, Gramma,” the contrite Sandy replied, and the matter was dropped.
But it was dropped only for a few days. About a week later, Sheila slept late after a hard night at work and let her Mother get Sandy off to school. She was eating breakfast when Ann joined her.
“Well, I had to spank Sandy last night,” Ann began the conversation.
“Oh no, what did she do?” Sheila replied.
“Its not what she did, it was what she didn’t do. Her homework, I mean.”
“Well you warned her.”
“She just doesn’t want to concentrate on her school work and actually do the work. When I caught her texting on her phone when she was supposed to be doing her homework, I told her I had it with her laziness, came and got the spoon, bent her over and tanned her good.”
“Did you pull down her pants?”
“Do you need to ask? You know a spanking is most effective on the bare. Although, truthfully, I made her pull them down.”
“How did she take it?”
“Not so badly. She pulled down her pants and panties and bent over my lap quickly, didn’t fight at all. Then she held out, trying not to cry, for the first four or five whacks. But then the yelling, screaming and promising started.”
“How many did you give her?”
“I took it easy on her, being her first time and all. I gave her fifteen and she was crying a lot by the end.”
“Well, I’m sure you did right, she is getting to be such a handful.”
“When she stood up, she cried a lot more and rubbed and danced. But I told her, if she wanted to keep misbehaving, I would keep spanking her. And it would get harder and longer every time. Of course, she promised to never misbehave again.”
“That is what we all say while we are getting it, and right after too.”
“Yes, you should know all about that.”
Sheila didn’t reply to that last comment, and let the conversation fade. It wasn’t hard; Sheila actually found herself a little nervous talking with her mother about spankings, remembering the pain and embarrassment from the many she had gotten in years past. “But I’m way too old for that now,” she thought.
Things seemed to settle down after Sandy’s first spanking, and months went by without a repeat performance. All Ann had to do was mention her wooden spoon to Sandy and the girl quickly became contrite. Even Sheila realized this, and had actually threatened Sandy with a spanking a few times when she began to act up, although she had never spanked the girl.
Sheila began to settle into her new life. She had gone out with some of her co-workers after work a few times, and began to do that more often. During one of these nights out, she had met a man she really liked, and they had a few dates. He was a bit younger than her, but was divorced and had two children of his own, who lived with their mother. He seemed to be a decent guy, and Sheila considered herself lucky to have him.
But those late nights out with the girls or with her new man had Sheila falling back into old habits. She tried to sleep later on those mornings after she had been out, but her mother wouldn’t allow it, insisting she rise early to get Sandy off to school or just to feed her breakfast on weekends. Showing her lack of sleep, Sheila was quite cranky on those early mornings, and Ann let her know her attitude wasn’t appreciated.
“Don’t forget, young lady, that you are living in my house,” Ann lectured her. “If you want to live life your own way, you’ll have to live it in your own house.” Sheila knew that was impossible right now and pulled in her horns after that stern warning.
A few weeks went by, and Sheila slipped back into her old habits of late night partying with her friends. One morning, she was especially cranky, having only about three hours sleep. She even chewed out Ann. “I don’t know why you can’t let me rest, I worked last night,” she hollered while getting breakfast ready for Sandy.
“Young lady, don’t you take that tone with me,” Ann snapped back.
“I’ll take any tone I want, I’m a grown woman,” Sheila yelled.
Ann didn’t lose her temper when Sheila talked back. She calmly waited a few seconds, then said, “I suggest you shut up now, Sheila. We will discuss this after Sandy leaves for school.” The rest of breakfast passed silently; then Sandy got dressed and walked to the bus stop.
Finally Ann broke the ice. “Sit down, Sheila. We have something to discuss, now.” Sheila did as she was told. “What is the reason for all this attitude, young lady?” she began.
“I’m very tired, Mom. Its hard balancing motherhood, a job, and a potential new man in my life,” Sheila answered.
“I know it can’t be easy. But you have to understand, raising Sandy is your primary responsibility. Then your job, and lastly your social life. Especially these nights out with the girls from work. I’ve told you time and again, to eliminate that, and to restrict your time with Mitch. But you won’t listen, and try to pass your responsibilities onto me. And I’ve told you many times, I’m not going to do that.” Ann was, as always, taking charge of things.
“You know this is my house, and I have my own life. I’ve raised my kids, that part of my life is over. It sounds like you can’t accept that. I’m afraid, Sheila, that you should find a place of your own for you and Sandy.”
Sheila knew she was cornered now. “I can’t afford one, Mom, you know that. My pay is low and I’d have to find someone to watch Sandy when she gets home from school, when I’m at work. Please don’t throw Sandy and I out into the street.”
Ann thought for a second. “Well, I won’t do that, not now. But you have to learn there are consequences for not following the rules.” She paused. “I’m hesitant to take this step, but I think you’ve convinced me it is the right way to go.” Again, Ann paused. “You deserve a spanking, young lady.”
Sheila didn’t say anything at first, she though her mother was kidding. But looking into her eyes convinced her she was serious. “Mom, I’m over 30 years old. I’m way too old for a spanking.”
“You may be that old, but you’ve not been acting like it lately. You’re acting more like a bratty teenager, and, as we both know, when you were a bratty teen a spanking always changed your behavior.”
“Mom I just don’t think this is right.”
“I will put it to you this way, young lady. Either accept a spanking or look for a new place to live, and be out of here in a week.”
Sheila didn’t answer, she just stared at her mother. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I have to get ready for a luncheon, ” Ann said. “I will give you some time to decide what you want to do. Give me your decision by this time tomorrow.”
Sheila just nodded. On one hand, she couldn’t believe this. She hadn’t been spanked in over 15 years, and knew of no other girls in their 30s who were still spanked by their mothers. She felt she was an adult and shouldn’t have to put up with such treatment.
On the other hand, she knew she couldn’t leave, that her mother was supporting both her and Sandy. At least until the courts ruled on her divorce settlement, she figured she was stuck here. She knew she would have to take the spanking.
All that evening at work, all Sheila could think about was her impending spanking. What would her mother spank her with? When she was a teen, it was always that wooden spoon. She also figured she would have to bare her bottom for it, as Ann always spanked on the bare. “Of course you have to pull down your pants,” she would say when Sheila protested. “I’m not spanking your pants, they did not misbehave.”
Sheila also remembered her mother’s spankings being smart affairs. Everytime her butt rubbed against her slacks, she knew it would be sore for the next few days. When she went to the deli for lunch, she knew the guys there were checking out her butt, as they did every day. She wondered what they would think of her fine butt being spanked.
She wouldn’t even go out after work that night, telling her friends she was not feeling well. She went home and straight to bed, although she slept fitfully, nervous about her fate. Finally morning came, and Sheila tried to be as pleasant as can be, hoping her Mother would let her off. But deep down she knew she was in for it, as Ann never threatened a spanking and didn’t deliver one.
At last, Sandy was prepared for school and left for the bus. Sheila went back to the kitchen and sat down, having another cup of coffee. Ann finally started the conversation.
“Well, young lady, it is time. Have you made a decision?”
“Yes, Mom. I know I can’t afford to leave, so I’ll have to take the spanking.”
“Very well.” Ann stood and took the wooden spoon off the refrigerator.
“Mom, can’t you please reconsider? Please, give me one more chance.”
“I’m sorry, Sheila, but you used up all your chances. You need something more, and I’m the one to deliver it.”
Sheila hung her head and nodded. “Now let’s go to your room and get this over with.”
Sheila stood and walked down the hall and into her room. Ann followed right behind, spoon in hand, and closed the door behind them. She sat down on the bed and ordered Sheila to stand in front of her.
“Now I know you’re probably shocked to be going over my knee at such an advanced age. But I’ve never accepted a smart mouth from you, or any of my children. The next time you feel like mouthing off, remember how you feel right now, and how you’re going to feel in a few seconds, and ask yourself, is it worth it?”
Sheila nodded in silence. “Very well then, pull up your nightie, pull down your panties, and bend over my knee.” It was the same order she had heard many times before and thought she would never hear again. She didn’t even bother with protesting it being on her bare bottom. She just wanted this done and complied.
Ann adjusted her just a little once she was over the knee, and very soon Sheila felt the spoon tapping her backside. “Remember, this is for talking back,” Ann said, raising the spoon and bringing it quickly down for the first whack.
Sheila tried to take the spanking like a “big girl”. It took five swats before she grunted a little as the sting intensified. A few more whacks and Sheila began to squeal; then, finally, on about the tenth whack, to cry aloud. It may have been 15 years, but Sheila soon remembered that a spanking hurt!
Ann ignored Sheila’s cries and continued to whack her butt with that spoon. Sheila tried to reach back and block the blows, but Ann quickly gathered her hands and pinned them against her back. Sheila felt totally helpless, legs waving, hands pinned against back, held in place, with that wooden spoon cracking her bare bottom. In between cries, Sheila promised to be good, all the things any kid says when getting it. But Ann kept the spanking going, sometimes with fast swats, sometimes slow.
Finally Ann slowed the pace and gave Sheila three last swats, all very hard. Then, as usual, she stopped spanking and held Sheila in place. It took Sheila a few seconds to realize the spanking itself was over, and Ann let her up.
Like any kid after a good licking, Sheila stood up, letting her panties fall to her ankles, and grabbed her stinging bottom with both hands to rub out some of the awful sting. She shifted from one foot to another, doing anything she could.
“Now are you going to smart mouth me again, young lady?”
“Oh no, Mommy, I’ll never do anything bad, ever again.”
“Well if you do, you can expect to get another spanking.”
“I won’t, Mommy. You won’t have to spank me, ever again.”
Ann smiled at that one. She heard that every time she had to spank one of her children, and the only reason they never got spanked anymore was because they had moved out.
“OK, sweetheart, I hope I don’t have to paddle you, ever again, either.” Ann got up to leave the room. “Now just relax the rest of the day, your punishment is over.” Ann left and Sheila laid down on her bed, crying and rubbing her butt. She left her panties down so her butt could cool.
Sheila finally got up, showered, and got dressed. She went out to the kitchen and found her mother having a cup of coffee. She joined her and they had a long talk, covering everything from mothering to the punishment she had just endured. It was the first heart to heart she had had with her mother in a long time, if not ever.
During the next few days, although her butt hurt, Sheila felt cleansed. She paid more attention to her job, more attention to her daughter, and generally happier. She did beg off a date with Mitch, saying she didn’t feel well, but promised him she would make it up to him.
And for a long time afterwards, all Sheila had to do was look at the refrigerator and see that wooden spoon hanging there, and know she was never too old to go over her mother’s knee for a sound spanking.

* If you have any similar experiences or stories, you may either comment or e-mail me at jwlewis59REMOVE@gmail.com.

PHOTO OF THE MONTH

Sheila discovered that even a grown woman can benefit from a trip over Mom’s knee on occasion.

SPANKING CLASSICS
From the CP News and Spank Report Archives Reprinted from Letters Magazine, July 1987
Public vs. Private Spankings
My husband and I read your magazine every month and really enjoy it. I am writing in reponsse to the letter entitled, “Paddling Pleasure.” I totally disagree. The reader said that the spankings he got in front of people were the ones that were exciting. When I was growing up, I always felt that the spankings I got in private were the ones that were exciting.
I only received one spanking in front of other people. It was in our living room, and a friend of my mother, my older sister and Daddy were present. I had asked my mother if I could go somewhere, and she said, “No.” I said something smart to her.
Mother grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over her lap. When she pulled my shorts down, I felt my face go red, and when she started pulling my panties down, I pleaded with her not to. The whole room had gone quiet and I knew that everyone was watching. The air felt cool on my bare bottom. I looked down at the floor. I could already feel tears forming. I waved my legs up and down once.
When Mother put her arms across my back, I knew it was going to start soon. The first smack stung and sounded very loud. The second stung worse and I started crying out loud. The second stung worse and I started crying out loud. Mother was spanking me across my butt, and the smacks were coming down hard and fast. I cried, squirmed and waved my legs up and down, but Mother held me down and kept the smacks landing across my butt.
Finally, Mother stopped and stood me up. I just stood there with my shorts and panties around my ankles, crying. I held my butt with both hands. Through my tears I could see my older sister and mother’s friend smirking, and Daddy was smiling. I just felt embarrassed and ashamed. I felt no pleasure. Finally, Mother pulled up my panties and shorts and sent me to my room.
On the other hand, on several different occasions when I was spanked in private, I got very sexually turned on.
Just a month before the humiliation I just described, I got a very exciting spanking from Mother. I had gotten in trouble at school, and my teacher sent a note to my mother. Mother took me to my room. She asked me about what I had done at school, and after I told her, she lectured me about it. Then she said, “I am going to have to spank you, honey.” She helped me take off my dress, the she very gently stripped me birthday-suit naked. I felt very excited standing there in front of Mother. Mother told me that after she spanked me, she would put a nightgown on me and put me to bed.
Mother then went and sat down on the chair by my closet. I slowly walked over to her, and it was really exciting. Mother laid me down across her lap. After she rubbed my bottom for a couple of minutes, she put her arm across my back and said, “This is for your own good, honey.” Then she started spanking me.
At first she was kind of easy, but the smacks quickly got hard. I started waving my legs up and down and squirming. I bravely took those first half-dozen smacks, but then I started crying. Each smack seemed to add to the pain in my butt, until it seemed like my whole butt was full of pain. After that I could feel my face wet with tears. Even though I waved my legs up and down and squirmed, Mother held me down and kept on spanking! When she stopped spanking me, she held me down over her lap and said, “Now, calm down. It’s over. It’s over now!”
When Mother let me up, she held on to my arm and led me over to the dresser. She got a nightgown and put it on me. Then Mother helped me into bed and told me to stay there until suppertime. After I stopped crying, I started getting excited again! Then I fingered myself to not one, but two orgasms.
I think what made it exciting was being naked and lying over Mother’s lap waiting for it to start. The feeling of helpless anticipation was alaways exciting. Then after it was over, as my butt was cooling, I got excited. It also used to give me a thrill to expose my pussy when my panties were pulled down.
The last spanking I got was just four years ago. I had gotten drunk, and the next morning Mother bawled me out and told me she was going to send Daddy back to my room to spank me. Boy, that started my stomach muscles quivering!
Daddy came back and sat down on the side of my bed. I went over to him and he pulled my pajama bottoms down to my knees. I got a real thrill out of him seeing my pussy. Then he dumped me over his lap. The first smack stung so bad, I couldn’t make a sound. I screamed when the second one landed, and started crying with the third. After that I cried, squirmed, waved my legs, yelled, and finally screamed. But Daddy kept right on spanking! By the time it was over, I had kicked off my pajama bottoms and my butt was hurting beyond belief!
True to form, as my butt cooled down, my pussy heated up! I had two really good finger-fucks that morning. I couldn’t sit comfortably for several days, but I got several more good finger-fucks out of it.
Oh well, I hope you and your readers enjoy my letter. And please print more letters on spanking!
Ms. J.B., Kentucky
NOTE: Letters Magazine didn’t respond, but I will. This is a wonderful letter. One can almost see and feel the spankings J.B. got that she describes. And it is refreshing to hear a woman acknowledge what sort of “kink” she enjoys.

Any response? You know the drill, comment or e-mail!*

*The next edition of “CP News and Spank! Report” will be released in July, 2013. Sparks fly from fireworks and hot spanked bottoms!