Chapter 4
SADO-MASOCHISM IN YOUNG MALE CONQUESTS
There are, it is true, no simple areas in the entire spectrum of sexual behavior, particularly where fore-puberty and just-past puberty boys and girls are concerned, but the most confusing of all is certainly that involving sado-masochism. A simple spanking which parent or relative may administer as immediate and impulsive punishment for such a simple offense as, for example, a temper tantrum or perhaps a broken dish incurred while scuffling, may actually trigger a sexual response in the child so that long after the tears have passed and the bottom's sting has subsided into a not unpleasant tingle, a sexual awareness remains.
We know, to be sure, the classic illustration of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the great French philosopher of the French Revolutionary era, who confessed in his memoirs that when his governess Mademoiselle Lambercier spanked him with her slipper, he had an erection and thereafter tried his best to get her to spank him again so that this delicious feeling of lustful submission could be repeated. That is precisely what we mean when we say that often the simple spanking may lead to far more complex ramifications.
It is also true that this sexual awareness may lie dormant for some years, only again to be brought to the surface by an incident well after puberty, or very often, at some time after maturity has been reached.
This is not to say that corporal punishment, or spanking, as we generally term it, is always destructive or dangerous; far from it. Most children who are spanked for naughtiness develop into perfectly normally adjusted adults who may or may not employ the very same methods of chastisement when it comes to their own children's misdeeds.
But what is generally not recognized, is that there are many instances where spankings which appear to be administered as direct punishment are really performed as a sexual act by a person who is motivated by a spanking fetish. This is why we understand that many parents hesitate to apply corporal punishment, perhaps because they are sophisticated enough in our sexually emancipated era to realize that they can have erotic arousal. A father who, for instance, turns his sixteen-year-old daughter over his lap, pulls up her skirt and pulls down her panties to administer a spanking for insolence or staying out well past curfew or even for drinking alcohol or experimenting with marijuana, may have the best motives in the world for trying to straighten her out and prevent her from making terrible social blunders. And yet the excitement that is certain to be aroused when he sees her naked bottom rub and wriggle under his hand, when he hears her tearful cries, when he has the aura of sensual submisssion even from his own flesh and blood, may have terrible dangers inherent for him as well as for the girl. Just so with a mother and her son, for both may become aroused thereby.
We also know that in Victorian England, there were many houses where men and women alike would pay a handsome fee to watch young boys and girls being spanked, caned or given the birch or a leather sole on their bare bottoms by a naked woman, or a woman clad in leather. This was a fetish. In such houses, such as Mrs. Theresa Berkeley's (she was the famous inventress of the "Berkeley horse" on which a girl could be stretched in many different lascivious positions for whipping), paying customers could themselves administer the whippings and follow up these whippings by sodomizing or ravishing the helpless young victims, or requesting the latter to perform frenching or gamahuching, on them, depending on whether they were men or women.
There were other establishments which catered entirely to the masochists who could find sexual fulfillment only after being whipped by a strong-armed woman until they shrieked for mercy and groveled at her feet.
With the passing of the years, many of these illicit and commercial houses passed from the scene, but this is not at all to say that human interest in this form of sexual stimulation has diminished. Quite the contrary; in today's times when books and magazines with copious and clinical illustrations are being disseminated throughout the land, there is today an even greater interest in sado-masochistic activities.
It is, according to some psychiatrists, the most popular perversion in this century. There are tabloid newspapers and magazines devoted entirely to the subject of whipping and spanking and corporal punishment, including correspondence columns through which persons having this interest may contact one another.
So it is no wonder then that many children become the unwilling victims of adults who actually are sexually roused by the strong urge to administer corporal punishment. The psychiatrists will tell you also that the one problem such sadists have in joining clubs is that those who are masochistic lend themselves eagerly as victims. But the sadist does not wish the victim to enjoy himself or herself. Even if he or she should be aroused in chastising the bared bottom of a willing adult who pretends reluctance at being spanked or flogged, one can only imagine how much more gratifying it would be for a sadist to have complete domination over a child so that he or she can at will, have the young bottom, see the tears of painful anticipation and the blushes of mortification, hear the entreaties and sobs and tears for mercy, while applying the hairbrush, the hand, the sole and the strap.
This nation has very high statistics in the court records of prosecutions for child beating. In almost every such case, the parent or relative concerned will testify that it was only corporal punishment as a chastisement for a sin committed by the child and was therefore justified, but the frequency with which convictions are registered indicate that the court is not convinced after it has witnessed the evidence.
From the victim's viewpoint, the actual pain of the spanking or whipping is only the beginning.
Greater harm ensues when the sexual manifestation of the punishment is such that the child cannot fail to perceive it. For an example, let us consider a male or female child lying over the lap of a male sadist and feeling an erect prick throbbing against the victim's bared belly. The child obviously must realize that something more than punishment is involved. Then there is another example of an adult who fondles and pats the naked bottom while spanking, orders the victim to assume various poses which will put his or her bottomcheeks into even lewder display, or who, between strokes or spanks, may even fondle the pussy of the girl or the prick of the boy undergoing punishment.
There is still another example concerning the woman who takes a boy over her lap for a spanking and who first raises her dress and slip so that he not only sees but lies over either her bare thighs or her tightly drawn sheer nylon hose. The proximity of his prick to her upper thighs is something that cannot escape him and will make a profound impression on an already impressionable mind.
If during the squirming and wriggling he displays while he is being punished, he achieves a hard-on or is otherwise erotically roused, it cannot be considered surprising if in later life he develops a penchant for spanking, whether it be as a spanker himself or again as the victim who yearns to be punished and to suffer.
You think this is far fetched? Then let me assure you that my own case-history files are overloaded with actual dossiers of adults who have sought my own psychiatric attention to cure the desire to spank or be spanked. And without any exception, my close questioning indicates that, in their childhood, they experienced instances of spanking which had overt sexual overtones.
To illustrate my point, let me give you a few of the many case histories in my files. Each will show you clearly how an early exposure to sexually orientated spankings implanted in the victim an unnatural and lascivious interest in the theme of corporal punishment. These will be restricted to instances involving a male child and a female adult, since this theme is in exact conformity with the main subject matter of this book.
CASE HISTORY
Corry T-
The successful industrialist, Corry T., aged thirty-eight, was referred to me by a marriage counselor. He had been separated from his wife and children (who were aged eight and six) for five months and divorce action was pending. When Corry T. came to see me, he was completely frank and he explained how his wife had caught him wearing a pair of her nylon panties while spanking their naked six-year-old son. He had a hard-on at the time, and she saw that as well.
After he had told me all the details of his adult life, I changed the course of my investigation back to his childhood to determine why he had sexual arousal in spanking his own children. It was not especially difficult to know where to search for the heart of the problem, since he admitted he had spanked his children since they turned the age of three and that, whenever his wife wasn't there, he would put on a pair of her panties. Then after the spanking had been administered, he would masturbate by rubbing his cock through the nylon while staring at the reddened buttocks of the girl or boy who lay sobbing on the bed.
His own first experience with spanking was when he was about six, when he was the only child of fairly well-to-do parents who had hired a governess to take care of him. At that age, the governess who had originally cared for him from birth left the employ of his parents and another woman was hired to replace her. Young Corry received his first spanking two days after she came upon the scene. Pointing out some flaw in his conduct, the woman took him to her room and lectured him long and harshly on his improprieties. After she had finished lecturing him, she stripped him naked, then, while he waited in terrible apprehension, she pulled her dress up to the waist, so that he was able to see the tops of her stockings, her bare thighs and her panties which concealed her cunt. Then, sitting on the bed, she pulled the naked boy onto her bare thighs and began to pat his behind lightly as she continued to scold him. Despite his fears, he became aware that she had positioned him so that his prick pressed against her right thigh just above her stocking.
Then she applied the first spank, and he felt her big hand cup the cheek of his bottom and hold onto it after the spank. She turned to the other cheek and the same thing happened. It was a lengthy but totally unhurried spanking. When it was over, he was obliged to lie on his stomach while the woman remained in the room. Through his tears, he became vaguely aware that his governess had removed her panties and was kneeling astride him.
Though he didn't understand at the time what she was doing, he later realized that while she patted his bottom with one hand, she inserted a finger to her cunt in the other and frigged herself until she had climaxed.
The woman spanked him frequently after that, and each time there was a similar ritual going far beyond the mere act of corporal discipline. During his third such spanking, Corry T. informed me, his governess wore only bra and panties, so that she was fascinated by the appearance of her opulently developed body in this brief attire.
The next few spankings involved the same degree of scanty attire for her and nakedness for him. It advanced a final step a week later when, before undressing him for the regular spanking, his governess stripped naked before him. And for the first time in his life, the young boy stared at her naked titties, bottomcheeks and the hairy slit of her cunt. After she had stripped him, she sat on the edge of the bed, her thighs yawningly apart, and had him kneel down between them to get a lecture.
While she scolded him, one of her fingers played inside her pussy. She began to breathe deeply, then pulled him up, forced him over her lap, and began to spank him harder than she ever had before. When she finished, she reached between their bodies and frigged herself off before releasing him.
He innocently solved his problem by telling his mother how the governess spanked him and what she did beside spanking his bare bottom. Horrified, his mother demanded more details from the woman herself, and later that evening he heard raised voices. When he awoke the next morning, the governess was gone.
There were no more spankings, and before long Corry naturally forgot about the woman who had subjected him to such pain and humiliation. For a number of years after that, his childhood was completely normal in every respect. However, one day, when he was about fourteen, he found himself alone in the house. Passing the maid's room, he noticed a pair of black nylon panties lying on her bed.
Acting entirely on impulse, he tiptoed into the room and picked them up. As he crushed them in his hands, he felt the softness of the material, and a shiver of voluptuous excitement stirred in his being. He hurried back to his room with them, stripped naked and put the panties on. They were an extremely tight fit, and he could see the shape of his erect prick clearly through the nylon.
Without planning it, he turned his back to the mirror, bent over a little and spanked himself. He liked the feeling and so he did it again. Looking back over his shoulder, he slowly slipped the panties down to expose his bottom. When he saw the faint pink flesh, he became more excited than ever, and began to spank his own bare bottom just as hard as he could.
While he spanked, he scolded himself for being naughty, and the voice he used was that of the maid. In his fantasy, he was lying over her lap and she wore only her panties, her body warm and smooth under him.
He spanked until his hand was tired and his bottomcheeks were bright red. Then, as passion seized him, he stopped and began to jack off. He wanted to keep the panties on and jack off by rubbing his prick through them. But because he was afraid the maid would find out what had happened to the garment, he didn't dare go that far. As his spunk shot across the floor of his room, Corry T. clutched one stinging bottomcheek with his other hand and felt the warmth. A few days later he slipped into the maid's room again and this time stole a pair of panties which he intended to keep. Once again he went through the ritual of spanking himself until both his bottomcheeks were a hot, angry red. Then, pulling the nylon panties up tight, he rubbed his prick through them until his punk gushed out. When he had a chance, he rinsed out the panties and hid them away for future use, and after that spanked himself at every opportunity.
His fantasies were alternated so that on one occasion he would be receiving a spanking from the maid, and on the other he himself would be spanking a naughty child. But invariably both sets of fantasies and spankings ended with his jacking off. Throughout the years of adolescent and young-male courtship, he tried to interest his girlfriends in spanking and being spanked, but none showed any interest. A few even thought he was depraved or "queer," so soon he stopped trying to introduce the subject in his contacts with them.
When he got married, he kept his penchant for spanking a secret from his young wife and they lived together quite happily. Often when he was alone, however, Corry T. would strip naked, take a pair of his wife's panties and repeat this childhood ritual of self-punishment and frigging off.
After his children were born, he encouraged his wife to spank them for naughtiness and showed her books which tried to prove that spanking was the best form of discipline in the uprearing of children.
Although he didn't spank the children himself, he made a point of being present when his wife did it. But soon, just watching wasn't enough; it was vital that he take a more active role.
And from the very first time that he spanked one of his own children, he discovered the thrill he had guessed would be there. While his wife was at home, he spanked them only mildly and was careful to make certain that she didn't notice how big a hard-on he got almost the moment he took the child over his lap. Later, he found as many opportunities as possible to spank his children when his wife was out. And in such spankings, he would strip naked, put on the nylon panties, and spank the boy or girl hard.
After the spanking, he would fondle the heated bare bottom while he masturbated in his panties. When his wife finally caught him, she threatened to report him to the police. As a compromise, he agreed to leave the house and not come back. It was at this point that the marriage counselor referred him to me for treatment.
His wife was quite understanding and agreed not to go ahead with the divorce proceedings, pending the outcome of treatment. For a while it seemed that understanding the reason for his problem would help Corry T. overcome it. After about a month, he returned home, having assured both his wife and me that he was a healthy normal man. Unhappily, just a week later his wife caught him jacking off again in nylon panties while fondling the freshly spanked buttocks of the girl.
They are divorced now, and Corry T. spends as much time as he can seeking for some mate who will share his interest in spanking. Thus we can see how the accidental and unfortunate entry of a sadistic and probably fetishistic governess into his house when he was only a six-year-old boy corrupted and diverted his entire life.
CASE HISTORY Carl L.
Carl L.'s parents firmly adhered to the theory of keeping their children shuttered from the influence of other children in the little Connecticut village where they lived. The result was that the boy spent most of his time playing with his sister and female cousin, both of whom were about six years older than himself.
Inevitably, one of the girls' favorite games was playing house. Occasionally they would let him play the role of the father, but almost invariably he was called upon to play the baby. Carl resented the role, but he found that if he wanted to play with them, he had to accept it. When he was only four and his sister and cousin ten, they decided that from time to time the baby should be spanked. Carl angrily protested, but when they offered to take off their bloomers and let him look at their pussies and play with them, he readily agreed. The unused barn behind the house provided an ideal locale for their games. Almost daily, Carl would have his pants taken down by one or both of the girls, and would then go over the lap of the "mother" of the moment to have his bare behind spanked.
The two girls never spanked him very hard, but they always scolded in a motherly way. After the spanking, both girls would fondle his cock and balls, and then when he indignantly demanded his rights, would raise their skirts and allow him to take down their bloomers.
He was only moderately interested in their pussies, which of course were tiny and undeveloped, but he never tired of watching and rubbing their chubby little bottoms. What he liked best was to rub his face against the satiny cheeks of their behinds and even learned to kiss the tempting globes. In time, as the girls grew older and developed other friends and interests, this game of house was quite forgotten. But the impressionable boy retained the memory, as we shall see.
One day, when Carl was about fourteen, he went to call for his boyfriend to come out and play. As he walked toward the back door of his friend's house, he suddenly pricked up his ears when he heard the distinct sound of slapping, the characteristic sound of a hand making impact on bare flesh. As he told me recently, he could still recall clearly the feeling of excitement which swept over him as he halted beside the bedroom window from which the sound was coming. He heard the crying and pleading of his friend's twelve-year-old sister and he would have given anything, he told me, to see her being spanked on her naked behind.
Growing bolder because of the desire which seized him, he finally moved closer to the window and peeked around the side of the curtain. And there, in the bedroom, the mother sat on the edge of the bed with the girl lying kicking and squirming across the maternal lap. The girl's skirts were tossed high over her back, her panties were rumpled down around her knees, and her mother's hand fell again and again all over the plump bare bottomcheeks which by now were a brilliant red shade and bouncing and jiggling wildly over the impact of the spanks.
Disregarding the danger he ran of being caught, Carl stayed at the window, all agog till the spanking ended and the girl was allowed to pull up her panties and weepingly leave the room. Then he walked around to the back door, and, after a brief pause was about to knock on it when it opened, and the mother looked at him with a strange expression. She told him that Harry, his friend, was away at the time but that he should come in and wait. A moment later, the woman sent her still tearful daughter to the store, a trip which would take at least an hour because the store was at the far end of this little Connecticut village.
No sooner was the boy alone in the house with the woman than the latter confronted him with the accusation that he had been listening outside the window while she spanked her daughter Phyllis, and he shamefacedly admitted this was so.
"Tell me now, I'll bet you did more than listen, young man," the mothr said severely. "I'll bet you looked into the room and watched Phyllis getting her bottom tanned, didn't you?"
When he nodded, getting redder than ever, she said with a curious smile, "Well, you seem extremely interested in spanking, young man. Perhaps I ought to take you into the bedroom and give you a good one."
Carl told me that to his own surprise as well as the woman's he suddenly blurted out, "Yes, please!" Before he could change his mind, Harry's mother was leading him to the very room where she had just spanked Phyllis. In complete control of the situation, she sat down on the bed and began to unfasten his pants. When they dropped to his feet, she began to lower his shorts. His face burned with embarrassment at the thought that she would see his cock and balls, but his excitement was now such that nothing mattered than soon he would be lying over her lap, exactly as Phyllis had been, receiving a good sound spanking on his naked bottom.
The woman paused for a moment as she saw the size of his hard-on. Then, touching it lightly with one hand, she drew him down over her lap. Scolding him in a warm voice that was little more than a whisper, she patted his behind lightly for a little while, and then suddenly delivered a stinging slap. Once she had begun, she spanked with increasing fury, and Carl was soon crying and kicking his feet as his behind seemed on fire. Yet, as he told me, "I didn't want her to stop, ever!"
When she finally did, she stood him between her legs, holding him with one hand and rubbing his burning bottom as she talked to him. In answer to her questions, he told her about the game he used to play as a child and how he had never actually been thoroughly spanked. When he got to the part of how the girls would reward him for taking his spanking, Harry's mother laughed and then stood up in front of him. She slowly turned her back, lifted the hem of her skirt and slip and lofted them above the waistband of her panties. Smiling over her shoulder she said to him, "Well, since I spanked you, you may as well collect your reward this time too, Carl dear."
Nervously, Carl pulled down her panties and stared in awe at the magnificence of the mature, naked quivering bottom. Then quickly he began to rub his face against the ripe cheeks, covering them with kisses. As he kissed, the woman bent a little more, and with one hand opened up the globes of her behind. Carl guessed what she wanted, and his next kiss was applied to her asshole. As she wriggled with passion, he kissed even more ardently. Just about that time, as he told me, they heard Harry coming into the house and the mother quickly replaced her clothes. She whispered to him, "On Saturday morning I'll send Harry and Phyllis away on an errand that will keep them away until well past lunch time. And if you want another spanking and want to see me all bare-naked, you come here about nine o'clock!"
Carl counted every minute of the two days that remained until Saturday, and he got up very early. Hurrying toward the house, he stopped short of it and hid behind a clump of trees until he saw the boy and girl leave. The moment they were out of sight, he knocked on the door and the smiling j woman welcomed him. They went at once into the bedroom where she removed her dress and slip. Under it, she wore a brassiere, panties, garterbelt and silk stockings, and Carl began to tremble at the sight of her.
Without wasting any time, Harry's mother turned on a stern look and said, "You've been a very naughty boy, and you're going to get a good sound spanking on your bare behind. Now take your shirt off and come to me!"
As he did so, she continued to scold him and then took down his pants herself, waiting for him to step out of them before she pulled down his shorts as well. When she did this his stiff prick jiggled excitedly. She took it in her hand boldly and caressed it in a gentle frigging motion. He said to me, "You know, she used the pad of her thumb just above my scrotum, and moved it back and forth up to the tip, over the lips, and then back again, and even down over my balls. It made my cock throb like anything."
As she saw the tears in his eyes, the woman sensed that he was just dying to receive a spanking, so she ordered him to lie down over her thighs "with your naughty bare ass up so I can spank it good and hard till you learn your lesson, Carl!"
Carl obeyed quickly. Though he was already sobbing and pleading with her not to spank him, they both knew that he wanted it more than anything else in the world. Again her palm began to land solidly on his naked seat, and as he writhed, his erect prick rubbed against her bare thigh. She kept spanking till both his bottomcheeks were a beet red, and between spanks she scolded and kept reminding him of the color of his bottom: "And how do you like that, you naughty boy? And that-and that one too! I'm going to spank that bare ass of yours until it catches fire ... take that and that! My, Carl, you should see how red your big ass is ... but it's going to be even redder before I'm finished with you. You're going to get spanked as you never have before. Every inch of your bare ass is going to be flaming red, and this is going to help it, and this one too!"
When the lengthy spanking and monologue had ended, Harry's mother had him stand between her legs. As he watched, she unhooked the catch of her bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes widened as he stared at the fully developed titties with their dark, stiff nipples. A moment later, she was rubbing his inflamed behind with both hands as he sucked each nipple in turn, gasping as he felt them harden and throb in his mouth.
"Now you can take my panties off, right off, and then you know what to do," she whispered. He didn't need a second invitation. He lowered her panties and then began to caress and kiss her behind.
This time, however, Harry's mother knelt on the bed with her bottom arched up towards him. Without waiting for her to do so, he put his hands to the globes, yawned them apart, then pressed his mouth against her asshole. As he kissed it, he felt her shuddering with an excitement that matched his own, and heard her moans of passion which he instinctively understood. At last she pulled herself away from him and turned over on the bed onto her back. "Kiss me here, Carl," she panted as she put thumb and forefinger to her pussy and parted the lips, "lick me until I come! Lick my pussy good and hard or I'll give you another spanking!"
Pressing her face between her parted creamy thighs, Carl began to mouth her cunt. He wanted to bury himself, he explained to me, into the sweet warmth with that strange, tangy odor. Before long, her thighs were rubbing his face excitedly and she was coming towards the point of love-gush. After she had caught her breath when the climax was over, she explained it all to him.
"Do you want to fuck me now, darling?" she asked. As he told me, he didn't really understand what she meant by that term, till she explained it to him. "Come Ue on top of me and I'll help you. You put your prick into my cunt, darling, just where you've kissed, and then you push it in and out until we both come. Now do it, and I'll help you," she explained.
As he mounted over her, he reached under her to clutch her bottomcheeks, squeezing them deliciously. By accident one of his fingers crept into her asshole, and she began to wriggle and groan in a way that made it even more exciting for him. All too soon, he felt himself spurting into her cunt, and collapsed on her as she held him and whispered, "That was lovely, oh how nicely you fucked me, you wicked boy! I'm going to have to spank you harder the next time so you can fuck me even longer, dear."
Later, Harry's mother and he talked of the many exciting things men and women could do together, and she planned to have him come every Saturday morning. These meetings went on for more than four years, Carl told me, until her husband found a better job in Schenectady, and so she was obliged to move and leave him for good.
But of course by then Carl's tastes had been fully developed, and his natural reaction was to find a girl who could satisfy him. Soon he found one that was willing to give all that she had, and she was not only lovely but also uninhibited. But when he asked her to spank him, she laughed and said, "Oh for heaven's sake, Carl, stop all that nonsense and just fuck me before I get angry with you!"
To his dismay, he felt his prick growing limp. He fumbled a little, rubbed himself against her, but the girl pulled up her panties and started off in disgust, saying, "I never want to see a queer like you again!"
He made other attempts with other girls after that, but it invariably had the same result. The girl would be horrified at the suggestion or she would simply giggle and give him a few light taps on the bottom, but that wasn't enough, hardly enough to give him a hard-on. When he began to earn money on a job, he was going to the nearest city each time he could afford it and hire a whore after he had first explained to her what he needed and become certain that she would give him a good sound spanking. Of course, after the spanking, he was able to maintain a tremendous hard-on and could fuck gloriously.
Each time he had relief in this way, Carl found a temporary enjoyment. But after it passed, the feeling of guilt and shame of consorting with a whore came over him and his confidence began to wane even more. What Carl really wanted was a wife who would understand his needs and take care of them.
Finally, on his next trip to the city, he found a whore in her early forties who, after the shock of hearing him propose marriage, decided it was exactly the kind of insurance she needed. They discussed it at length and were married a month later. Carl and his wife went to live in a town of New Jersey where they were not known, and at last Carl decided he had worked everything out to perfection. But that perfection lasted less than seven weeks. By then, his wife had begun to take advantage of the situation. Besides working at his regular job, Carl came home to find himself doing the housework as well. Since she relished the dominant role, the woman would thrash him more frequently and even more severely than he wanted. Instead of a simple handspanking, she assembled a collection of paddles, straps and switches, and she took pleasure in making him dance in agony as she whipped him around the house until he gamahuched her.
Only rarely did she permit him to fuck her. Usually after she had her come when he gamahuched her, she would pick up a switch and lash him while she ordered him to jack off in front of her.
Less than a year after this marriage, Carl drove his car into a viaduct, and the report of the coroner was accidental death. Having consulted with him a few years prior to that tragic accident, I shall never be convinced that it was anything but suicide. My belief is that the car didn't go out of control at all, as the coroner's report stated, and that the accident was either conscious or subconscious suicide. My feeling is that poor Carl had a death wish because he discovered that even after he had achieved what he believed to be a dream-fulfillment, it fell far short of his ecstatic hopes. Thus we see that the female seductress-Harry's mother-warped him for natural intercourse by being more interested in her own spanking fetish than realizing it could boomerang and cause one in his own psyche which would render him impotent unless spanking was always a natural and associative part of fucking. This is what they call a pathological fetish, and its dangers are readily apparent when we understand the tragedy of Carl L.
CASE HISTORY
George C
George C. was only fifteen when he discovered the excitement of spanking. He was playing in the attic of his home in Springfield, Illinois one afternoon when he happened to look out through the small triangular window. Through the bedroom window opposite, he heard the sound of a scolding voice.
Looking closely through the dusty pane, he saw Marcella, the thirteen-year-old girl who lived next door, standing in front of her father with her head bowed and an expression of anguish and suffering on her face.
With a shudder of excitement, the boy saw the girl begin to undress. His heart began to pound wildly as she continued to take off her clothes until she stood absolutely naked in front of the father, and George just couldn't believe his good fortune.
Seconds later, he saw the father seize the girl by the elbow, drag her across his lap, put his left arm around her waist, and tuck her in closely to him, rubbing his right palm over her shrinking bare milky bottomcheeks, and then begin to spank her.
The sound of the sharp spanks and the girl's cries came through the windows clearly, especially after George raised his an inch or two. As he looked through the crack, he saw the redness of her naked bottom and thrilled at the sight of her squirming, kicking, and weaving as the father went on spanking and scolding. Finally, the punishment ended, and Marcella picked up her clothes and stumbled out of the room, her reddened naked bottomcheeks jiggling with every step.
George was just about to turn away from the window when he suddenly stood petrified at what he saw. The father was standing and had taken out his prick which was far more erect and bigger than George had ever seen or imagined, even more so than his own.
While he watched, the man began to jack off. Quickly, George took his own stiffened prick out and began to imitate the father. George saw the man give his prick a final squeeze and then watched as the white, viscous spunk shot across the room. A moment later, the boy also ejaculated, but as usual he put his left hand over his cock to catch it so as not to make a mess.
He had, as we know, initiated himself in the thrill of onanism long before. Later, he tried to understand what had happened. Though he himself had never been spanked, he understood that many children were and that they considered it a rather inevitable although painful method of punishment.
But all this had been changed for him in this one sudden and unexpected vision he had seen. There was something in the way about Marcella's father's forcing her to strip naked and the look of excitement on the man's face as he had spanked her.
And then too, after Marcella had left the room, the father had taken out his prick and it was very hard. George reasoned that spanking the girl had made it that way for the man. Hence, from that moment forth, the boy looked on spanking not as a form of punishment, but as something extremely exciting. And he made up his mind that before long, he would find a chance to try to spank a girl and learn for himself the mystic pleasures attendant on this unusual game.
A few days later, with the urge to spank a girl still strong in his mind, George watched his own fourteen-year-old sister Alice and Marcella vanish into his sister's room as they so often did.
Previously, he had been only mildly curious about what they did there when his parents were out of the house. But now a look of excitement came over his face as he realized that what they were doing could give him just the excuse he needed to spank a girl.
Hurrying outside to call to Alice that he would be gone for an hour or two, George scrambled around to the back of the house and quickly and noiselessly climbed a tree near his sister's window. The blind had been drawn, but not all the way.
Through the opening under it, he saw a writhing mass of naked flesh on the bed, as the two girls were beginning to play lesbian games. He didn't wait to see anymore, but got down from the tree and crept quietly back into the house.
Since he wore gym shoes, he was able to tiptoe silently to his sister's door and to push it open without making a sound. He caught Marcella and Alice naked in the act. Marcella had her hand between Alice's bare thighs, while Alice was cupping Marcella's titties in both hands; the two girls were kissing ardently.
"Well now, you two, this is real nice," he told them as they shrank back on the bed and uttered a cry of shame. "You'll really have some explaining to do when I tell dad and mom and Marcella's father what I found you doing!"
"Oh no, you wouldn't!" Alice wailed.
"I sure would. And you, Marcella, it wasn't long ago that you got a real tanning from your father, and I saw, yes I did, from the attic window. I saw you had to take off all your clothes and go over your father's lap, and I saw how you got your big bottom smacked until it was awfully red and how you cried and carried on so."
"Oh, you nasty horrid boy, you're just too mean for anything!" Marcella wailed, one arm huddling over her titties, the other palm clapped over her pussy as she drew her knees up to her young breasts and tried to make herself small and invisible on the bed.
"That may be so, and sticks and stones may hurt my bones but names won't hurt me at all. But you two are going to get a real thrashing, you watch and see," he jeered.
Both embarrassed naked girls begged and pleaded with him until at last George triumphantly said, "All right, maybe I won't tell. But you can't get away with this without getting punished, and you know it. So if each one of you will let me spank you on the bare behind, I'll keep my mouth shut, and that's a promise."
There was a storm of protest, but before very long, seeing that he meant exactly what he said, and dreading a parental spanking far more than what he could do to them, Alice was first to volunteer. Stark naked, she lay across his lap with her bare pink-skinned seat upturned, his left arm against her bare waist and his right hand coming down hard on her plump round bottomcheeks. And in spite of her crying and kicking, he spanked until both of the cheeks were a vivid pink.
Marcella was next and she submitted almost without protest or complaint. She had tasted not only her father's hand but also his belt and she knew that George's hand wasn't going to hurt her that much. However, before the boy finished, Marcella was crying quite satisfactorily, as far as he was concerned.
After he had finished the spanking and left the room, George went into the bathroom, his stiff prick in his right hand, and was beginning to jack off when he heard a knock at the door. Alice called to him.
Sticking his prick back into his pants, he opened the door and looked into the faces of two naked and very confident-looking girls. They had just compared notes and come up with a plan to get revenge. For one thing they would tell about how he had peeked while Marcella was being spanked by her father. In addition to that, they would both swear that George had put his hand up Marcella's skirt and tried to pull her panties down. Then it would be he who would be spanked.
Realizing that the testimony of two would outnumber his own and that Alice was a very convincing liar who had got away with a great deal in the past, George saw no choice but to let them spank him.
They led him back into the bedroom, and in a matter of minutes, he was naked. One of them fondled him and felt his prick and balls, giggling about what they found, and discussing it. Alice took him over her lap for the first spanking, and though it hurt more than he expected, George felt a strange sense of excitement even while the tears rolled down his face.
When it was Marcella's turn, she spanked him even harder, and George really cried out this time. But just as the smacks stung more than during Alice's punishment, his erotic arousal was even greater.
Marcella at last allowed him to get up, and then both girls stared at his hard-on. Then they began to discuss how a boy differed from a girl, and before long they were frigging themselves with their fingers and then frigging each other, while George watched with his mouth agape.
When they finished, each girl took turns jacking off his prick until finally, with Marcella holding it, he spurted, his semen spattering on his sister's titties and belly.
It was soon time for George's parents to come back home, so all three got dressed. In the days that followed, George tried to interest both girls in a return performance, but they both refused. They had satisfied their curiosity and they saw nothing pleasant about the idea of spanking or being spanked.
But this fetish had its indelible imprint on George's mind and he just had to be spanked again. Ideally, it ought to be a mature woman who would do it to him if only he could find some way to arrange it.
By the time summer vacation arrived, he was still burning with a desire to be spanked, but the outlook for it was more bleak than ever. His parents had decided that he would spend the summer on the farm owned by their friends. He believed that if he couldn't find anyone in town to spank him, there was even less chance of finding someone at an isolated farm where no one except those friends knew him at all. So he left for his vacation with a very heavy heart.
But a few days after his arrival, his joy knew no bounds as the woman of the house, whom he called Aunt Nellie, concluded a scolding of her eleven-year-old daughter Joyce by dragging her roughly by the wrist into her bedroom.
A few moments later, George heard the clear distinct sounds of a hand spanking a bare girlish bottom. At once he got a hard-on. Since his friend Tom and the boy's father were out finishing the chores, there was no one to disturb George's enjoyment of what was going on.
He tiptoed to the bedroom and listened. There was a small crack in the hinge side of the door which allowed him a narrow view of the bedroom. Through it, he could see Joyce kicking her legs, but he couldn't quite see her bottom nor could he see the hand coming down on it.
He was so absorbed in this punishment that he almost forgot to move away when it ended. Hearing footsteps, he rushed back into the kitchen just a few moments ahead of Aunt Nellie and hoped that she hadn't caught him peeking.
He still had a hard-on, so he kept his hands in front of him and hoped that the strange look his aunt was giving him was merely in his imagination. Feeling the surge of excitement in his cock, he thought how horrified the woman would be if she knew how it had come about.
"Haven't you ever been spanked, George?" she asked in a very quiet and strange voice.
"No," he answered quickly. He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell about his interest, but he didn't know how.
"You seem extremely interested in it," she pursued.
"Tell me what it's like," he blurted, and at once blushed at the enormity and audacity of what he had just said.
Her voice grew calmer now, and softer, and she described in detail how she had removed Joyce's clothes to expose the girl's bottom, draped her across her lap and spanked until both cheeks of that lovely bottom were a vivid red.
"It really stings a lot, you know," she went on. "Doesn't that frighten you, George?"
"I-I don't know," he lamely replied.
The others returned to the house so the subject was dropped. George had a great deal of trouble getting to sleep that night, so much so that he wasn't able to find repose until he jacked off while he tried to imagine the sounds of the spanking he had heard earlier.
The next morning after breakfast, Aunt Nellie asked if she could have George do some chores around the house in the morning. The husband agreed, and took the boy Tom out into the fields with him.
George sensed that something was going to happen, but he didn't yet dare to believe that his dream was about to be realized. But when Joyce was sent over to the next farm to play with her girlfriend and stay there for lunch, he really began to feel excited. Either that or Aunt Nellie was going to give him the dickens for being so interested in Joyce's spanking.
But as soon as they were alone together, the woman took him by the arm. There was a strange expression on her face as she began to walk him into her bedroom.
"Now then, George," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "we might just as well get down to business."
He couldn't control his trembling, and he didn't even try. Her soft hand was against his waist, drawing him even closer to her as she sat.
A few minutes later, he felt her unbuckling his belt and dragging down the zipper of his pants. They fell to his feet, and his stiff prick poked at the front of his shorts. A moment later, his prick was liberated as the woman tugged down his shorts and began to rub his asscheeks with a light, exciting and very rapid movement.
"I'm going to turn you over my lap now, George," she said in the same strange husky voice, "and give you a hard spanking on your naked ass. It's going to burn and make you cry. Are you afraid? Tell me!" As she spoke, both her hands cupped and squeezed his naked cheeks.
"Oh yes!" he almost sobbed. It was what he had longed for and yet now that it was about to happen, he really was afraid.
"That's good," she laughed softly. "A boy ought to be afraid when he's about to be turned over a woman's lap for a naked-ass spanking."
With this, she released her hold on him, arched herself up on the bed, and jerked her dress high above her thighs. As he glanced down, George saw long shapely thighs with the tabs of a garter belt holding her nylon hose taut in an unwrinkled caress.
Then her hands lowered him across her thighs, and he shivered as he felt her bare thighs against his naked belly. She adjusted him so that the tip of his prick rubbed against one thigh, his bottom well arched up to her right.
Then, wrapping her left arm around his waist, she patted his bare behind a few times, then raised her hand high. It came down in a stinging spank which drew a little gasp from him. Even as he felt the warmth creep through his behind, her hand came down again.
The long-awaited spanking was underway, and there was no turning back. As Joyce's mother spanked him with the same measured cadence, he could hear the deep breathing above the sounds of his own sobs and groans and cries. And under him, he could feel the warm, naked woman flesh and the soft nylon as he wriggled under the stinging spanks, his belly and prick rubbing and sending more hot flashes through him than the spanking itself was doing.
Finally, it was over. Her hand rubbed and comforted his flaming bottom, pressing him even more tightly against her body. He went on sobbing awhile, but even while he sobbed, George knew that he had just experienced the greatest ecstasy of his young life. He loved the spanking; he would want it repeated again and again and again.
Yes, he told himself, he would be glad if she'd decide to spank him all over again. He looked up at her and smiled through tear-blurred eyes, and she gave him a strange smile and murmured, "I knew that you were enjoying it. And I know also that you're going to enjoy spanking me on my bare behind."
He uttered a gasp, his body stiffening as he realized what she had just said. The thought of spanking the bare bottom of a fully grown woman was something he hadn't even dreamed of. But it was to be much more than a daydream.
When she stood him on his feet, she rose before him, her eyes humid and misty, slowly lifting her dress up to her thighs. This time, in addition to her nylon-sheathed legs, he saw filmy white nylon panties, snug around her behind, tight against her cunt.
"Well, George, are you going to spank me or are you afraid to look at a woman's bare behind?" she taunted.
With trembling hands, he began to pull down her panties. His movements were awkward, but he at last managed to drop them to her knees. Then, remembering how she had done with him, he sat down on the edge of the bed, drew her slowly over his naked lap, adjusting her. As she moved her body, the smoothness of her naked flesh rubbed over the heat of his prick and caused him to shudder with new waves of lust.
Her lush white milky bottom was uparched in lascivious invitation. Raising his right land, he slapped one cheek and felt an exciting shudder in that long satiny flesh yielding to his hand.
His hand came down on the other cheek, and he heard her sob, and it was more in passion than in pain. The faint pink flush on her naked white skin grew in intensity as he spanked with growing confidence while she bucked and twisted and wriggled over his lap, the movements of her body, making his hard-on almost intolerable.
Then there was a break in the pattern of her crying after a little while, and it took a few moments before George could make out what she was saying.
"N-now ... now. Give it to me, George!"
It was too much. Vaguely, he knew what she meant, but it was something he had never thought about or experienced. Yet, the words that came incoherently and sobbingly out of her panting mouth made him shudder with excitement.
She slid off his lap, and then they tumbled onto the bed together. Her legs yawned wide apart, and he stared at the furry, moist cunthole. Her arms tugged him impatiently, until at last he found himself lying between her straddled thighs, her hand guiding the stiff, aching manhood of him towards her moist snatch.
Then he was inside of her; his prick was enveloped in the tight warmth. Just as soon as he began to move himself backwards and forwards, Aunt Nellie wrapped her arms around him, arched her body up on the bed and moaned and sobbed as she had her come.
He instinctively pressed himself against her and waited until the storm subsided. He felt her body rock with passion, felt the muscles of her cuntwalls grip his deliciously trapped prick, and then felt the soft juice of her come laving his aching tool.
When her breathing became reasonably normal, he drew his prick almost all the way out, then pushed it back slowly and evenly, until their bellies rubbed together.
As passion maddened him, he began to lose control and knew that he was about to spurt. Digging in feverishly, he drove in to the hilt in a single last final thrust and felt himself burst into her in what felt like torrents.
Collapsing on the woman, he was still resting, his breath coming in great gasps, when the door was pushed open and he heard the husband begin to shout.
What followed was a kind of blackout in George's mind, as he later told me. There was a long walk across the yard to the barn. There he and Aunt Nellie were tied belly to belly, facing each other, their wrists tied over their heads to a heavy beam.
For a long time, they were left alone there together while they waited for the man to take his revenge. Each tried to comfort the other, but their words faultered and then trailed off; and they swayed there, groaning, concentrating only on their own individual fears of what was to follow.
When the husband returned, more than an hour later, he was drunk, and there was a piece of leather harness strap dangling from his right hand. He began to curse vilely, and then to lash both of them with the strap.
Although he screamed in pain, George was stunned to realize that his prick had become hard again under the painful thrashing. Despite the fact that his cheeks were raw from the whipping, he was more aware of the delicious sensations as his prick rubbed against the belly and the pussyfur of the woman to whom he was tied.
Just before the lashing ended and the man stumbled out of the barn, George felt his entire body stiffen, then explode as his spunk splattered against Aunt Nellie's loins and belly.
When he was finally untied, he had learned that pain and pleasure were inseparable. Yet despite that cruel experience, George remained at the farm for the rest of the summer. Even though the husband kept a close watch on his wife, the boy and the woman managed a few more delicious sessions of spanking and fucking in the woods far from the barn. Twice more they were discovered, and twice more George was tied up in the barn and whipped. The first time, he maintained a hard-on throughout his lashing, and jacked off as soon as he was alone. The second time, he actually spurted his essence while the man was thrashing him.
What, you may ask, causes such a reaction in a boy of this tender age who is so singularly initiated into sexual activity? There is no set answer. However, since I know exactly what has happened to George who is now twenty-eight years of age, I may be able to clarify the questions you have about him.
As he grew, the urge to be whipped grew with him. After he had finished high school, he went to work. Through the correspondence columns of specialized tabloid papers, he began to write letters to others who shared his interest in the joys of whipping and spanking. When he was twenty-five, he married a woman twenty-three years old whom he met during a meeting of a spanking club at a country cottage during a weekend orgy. He and his wife are now active participants and they spend their spare time traveling to various cities all over the United States where they meet people whom they first became acquainted with through correspondence.
You may ask what the future holds for them. I cannot hazard a guess. At present they seem ideally happy, but theirs is not exactly the type of secure marriage which seems destined to last despite all adversities. Marriage requires strong bonds of love and compassion; theirs seems to be held together by their communal interest in pain, suffering and the sensual and sexual aspects of corporal punishment. Such a marriage can dissolve tomorrow, or, singularly, it can last indefinitely.
But at best, George, thanks to his introduction into sex with pain, has been channeled into a path which is insecure and mysteriously complicated, and where he will find few of the compensations that are to be procured in the conventional marriage which has home, children and a stake in the community as the ultimate goal.
Decidedly, he has been warped so that he cannot have sexual intercourse without the ecstasy of the whip, either giving or receiving it. This is an extremely rare case, for usually one is a sadist or a masochist, but not both. Yet George's conditioning, as we have seen, included both the active and the passive roles. Perhaps because of this, so long as he can find gratification with his wife, the marriage may last. If it should fail, we can point back to his early initiation and say that his emotional instability-which of course could not be calculated at that time-was what destroyed him.