Chapter 5

Sado-Masochism in The Seduction of The Young

Sadism and masochism were, to be sure, known as phenomena of human sexual behavior long before they were named after the famous Marquis de Sade and the Count Leopold von Sasher-Masoch. Both of these deviations came to their greatest zenith in England during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and continued to flourish unabated. Very likely, during the Edwardian and Victorian eras, there was a peak in sadistic practice and masochistic acceptance. But by then the sexual overtones of these two extremes (one promotes the will to master, the other the will to be mastered), and from our study of erotica during the period, we know quite well that the use of whipping was not so much in punishment as in the stimulation of lust. The Victorian era was supposedly noted for its chastity and purity, but the ironic fact is that many a young English girl or boy had her or his drawers lowered so that the cane, bitch, tawse, or any other fustigatory implement might better deliver their burning kisses on naked bottomflesh.

It is clear that such punishments came about as a result of a strongly disciplinarian society which demanded that punishment follow any crime. The recorded history shows very clearly, however, that many an innocent bottom was striped and crimsoned, not always from the owner's conduct, but rather to provide sexual excitement for the executioner. Now that the Victorian era is part of history, we still find sadomasochism prevalent, except that now it is recognized as such. It is even openly praised by many as a kind of erotic prelude or stimulant to heterosexual intercourse. There are correspondence clubs, cults and societies where sadists may meet, and also where masochists may submit themselves for punishment. However, for the purposes of this book, I propose to discuss only those aspects of sadomasochism which have to do with women who obtain their sexual pleasure by adapting corporal punishment to their program of seduction of the young male.

I draw here again from case histories compiled on the basis of discussions with my patients and also from files turned over to me and discussed with me by my colleagues in the field of psychiatry. We will discuss not only the what and the how of sadomasochism between women and boys, but we will also study the why-which is far more vital to our understanding and particularly for preventing gross deviations and injustices in the future in the training of our young.

One may ask why a seemingly normal woman with a husband and children will need to seek sexual arousal from spanking a boy and inflicting undeserved pain. We also asked why some women achieve such a degree of sexual satisfaction from watching a squirming and wriggling naked bottom under their spanking that they have had orgasm while listening to the boy's tears and entreaties for mercy. But if you doubt that such things exist in our society, read these pages and also the correspondence and exchange pages of many tabloid newspapers and magazines now widely disseminated in every city of the United States. You will find that sadomasochism has become a kind of cult in every part of the country, which appeals not only to the mature woman inclined to pedophilia, but also to men and women in every walk of life who find themselves jaded by "normal sex" and seek novel pathways for gratification.

Let us begin with a particularly unusual case history in which we find a motivation that stems from an original hostility towards the male. Psychiatrically speaking, such hostility is found in counterpart in the psyche of the rapist, who may very well actually detest women and yet by the act of rape it may be thought that this is his way of conquering them. We must always understand the overtones of the act itself, not just the commission and the technique of it.

CASE HISTORY: Dora L-

Dora L-was a forty-two year-old spinster who would go to a park or other park and watch boys, usually between twelve and fifteen years of age, select one, and then make a direct commercial offer to him. She would tell him that she would give him twenty dollars to come with her to her house and allow her to spank him.

Although she was refused by many of the "candidates" she approached, she nevertheless discovered that many of them, especially in the poorer areas of the city where she lived (Los Angeles) were quick to seize the opportunity to earn that much money even after she warned them that the spanking would be quite severe.

She took an enormous delight in recounting the details of these spankings, exhibiting another kind of fetishistic penchant which has to do with using erotic roles to recreate and re-arouse the excitement of the time. Also, she dictated her experiences into a tape recorder, and when she was referred to me for psychoanalysis, make a great point of insisting that I listen to them, which of course I did.

Let me quote verbatim from one of these, because it is vividly graphic and reveals, as perhaps even my own words could not, the degree of oppression with corporal punishment which motivated and dominated her:

I knew right from the start this boy was going to be a real good one. He was about fourteen, a little on the chubby side. When I looked at the seat of his tight jeans, I saw a nice tight round bottom. The moment we got home, I handed him the twenty dollars and warned him that he would cry a lot before he got off my lap. I saw him make a face, but I knew he would go through with it anyway.

So I took him into my bedroom, took off my dress and slip, so as usual I would be wearing only my bra and girdle when I spanked him. While he removed his shirt and singlet, I scolded him and he got excited in spite of his nervousness as he looked at me, dressed the way I was.

When I asked him if he had ever seen a woman doing what I did, he said no, and then he blushed and added that he was sort of excited. I told him that if he was a good boy and took his spanking nicely, I would reward him by taking everything off and letting him have a real good look at my pussy and titties and bottom. That seemed to delight him, as it does all the boys I take to my house.

I sat down in an armless chair, called him to me and told him he was going to be spanked on his bare ass for being such a naughty little boy. I saw that he was already trembling and knew that he would be crying very soon. I got so excited I had to concentrate on unfastening his belt and pulling his pants down. Even before I pulled his shorts down, I could see he had a hard-on. His prick was rather small, but it was awfully hard in spite of his fear of being spanked.

After he had stepped out of his clothes, he bent naked over my lap. It felt so good I almost came right then. That sweet little ass was even nicer than I thought it would be. It was deliciously rounded for a boy, and smooth as silk. The skin was awfully white, like a girl's, and I knew it would redden quickly once I began to spank him.

I kept on scolding him as I ran my hands over the smooth curves of his bare ass. When I began to pat the cheeks lightly, I felt him tense his muscles under my hand. I kept doing that for quite a while, until I'm sure he thought his spanking was actually in progress and wouldn't be any harder than that. What a surprise he had coming, the lovely little devil!

I timed it so the cheeks of his behind had relaxed; then I lifted my right hand and brought it down hard. My palm covered most of the bottom-cheek, and I felt it jiggle as I held it there. He gave out a frantic little cry, and I knew that I had found a real treasure this time.

Continuing to scold him a bit more, I brought my hand down with a loud smack on the left bottom cheek. It jiggled, and he cried out, but my left arm was wrapped tightly around him to keep him in place. His lovely round ass colored beautifully as I slapped it again and again, changing from cheek to cheek. He cried and begged me to stop, but I just kept on spanking. As those lovely ass cheeks turned a bright red, he began to dance and twist and wriggle over my lap, and I thought I would lose my mind with joy. I had intended giving him a much longer spanking, but unfortunately all too soon I felt my pussy tingling and all of a sudden I was coming. Just as it exploded in my pussy, I gave him a particularly hard spank and squeezed the cheeks of his ass as hard as I could. It was a beautiful come, and maybe the best I ever had with a good sound spanking.

Well, I allowed myself lots of time to get over it, and then I began to rub his bottom as I felt my desire growing again. I really wanted to give him another spanking, but as I said before, after my first come, I just can't bring myself to do it any more.

Standing him on his feet and drawing him towards me, I kissed the hot, red cheeks of his ass. I told him he had indeed been a very good boy and I would now reward him by taking off all my clothes. You should have seen how he stopped crying almost at once, though he was still rubbing his bare ass.

His cock had got a little limp while he was crying over the hard spanking, but the minute I took off my bra, it sprang up to life again and it got even more so as I pulled my girdle down. I asked him if he was sure he'd never seen a woman naked before, and he nodded and sobbed out, "Oh yes, I never have!" and so I let him look me over completely. I even spread my legs and let him crouch between them to look at my pussy. After I gave him a few minutes to look me over completely, I sat down in the chair again.

"He looked a little afraid, as if he thought he was in for another spanking, but that wasn't what I wanted at all. I spread my legs and had him stand between them, close to me. Then I took his prick in my hand and jacked him off until I felt the warm spurt in my hand and on my belly. I kept pulling at his prick until there wasn't any hardness left in it. After I rubbed his come into my belly, as I usually do, I pushed him away and then I frigged myself until I came again.

He dressed and went home right away, and then I went to bed and slept like a baby. For days afterwards, I couldn't think of anything except the joy of spanking that ripe sweet ass of his.

A strange woman? To be sure, she was. And yet when you analyze her background, you find she was no stranger than the factors which had made her thus.

Dora had been an only child, and as far back as she could remember, her father had given her all her spankings, if she had done something wrong during the day, the mother would report it to the father hen he came home at night.

The punishment was always the same. A good sound spanking on her naked behind. When she finally left home at the age of eighteen, her father was still punishing her, making her strip naked and lie across his lap for spanking. As Dora grew older, no longer a child, she always remembered how she lay naked over her father's lap, his prick getting hard under her. As he spanked and she wriggled, he would arch and press it against her, and she would feel it throb and twitch.

During the last year she spent at home, her father found even more reasons to strip and spank her. Finally she realized that he was having an orgasm while she was pressed down over his prick.

All during that year, Dora lived in constant fear that he would force her to submit to a fucking. In spite of all the spanking he gave her, he still seemed to want to give her more. Finally she heard the sounds of spanking coming from the room her mother and father occupied. Then she peeped through the keyhole and saw that her father and mother were both naked and that her mother was being spanked. When the spanking was ended, her father stretched the mother out on the bed and fell upon her. From the way Dora told it, it was really more of a rape than a fuck. Soon she didn't peek any longer, but she still heard the sounds of spanking at least twice a week, and she herself received more than that.

Thus to Dora, the adult male became a terrible ogre, a being to be feared and dreaded. Once, when she was taking care of the eight-year-old son of a friend, she spanked him for naughtiness, and she became wildly excited, to the point of frigging herself off. And so Dora was inevitably channeled into her pattern of paying boys to submit to spankings.

We can see from her home life that it was hardly strange that she grew up with a distaste for all men. If she had not accidentally had the opportunity to spank her friend's son, she might well have become nothing more than a respectable spinster, with no sexual interest whatsoever.

Instead, tragically, despite a lengthy series of psychoanalytic consultations with me, she could not rid her mind of this obsession. Finally she stopped trying. So far as I know, as this book goes to print, Dora still hires boys to be spanked each time she feels the savage urge for a sort of subconscious vengeance against her father. Obviously, the young boy is the image of the father whom she has denigrated so she, for a change, may take the upper hand and work upon him all the shame and humiliation he once made her feel when she was a child herself.

CASE HISTORY: Wilma H-

The case of Wilma H is almost a direct opposite. Like Dora, she too is in her early forties, is quite attractive, having retained a good figure and being possessed of a pleasant personality. However, Wilma is a masochist, not a sadist; she suffers from an overpowering urge to be spanked, often as much as twice a week.

Because she has no children and her husband travels in his work as a sales consultant, Wilma has ample opportunity to go out looking for boys. She has no trouble striking up conversation with them, because she has had ample experience in this mental approach; usually making a point of letting a likely-looking young boy see a great deal of her crossed, beautifully stockinged legs, she smiles and begins to chat with him, bringing the subject around to sex in so subtle a way that he is hardly aware of just how it happened. When the time becomes appropriate, she asks the boy if he would like to come home with her and see a lot more of her. Only rarely does she meet refusal.

Then she drives the boy home, she allows her skirt to hike well up on her thighs, so he sees enough to keep his interest aroused. By the time they reach her house, the boy is usually so excited that he will do anything she asks. If he is a boy of fifteen or sixteen, Wilma asks him to neck with her. While they neck, she whispers, "Put your hands all over me, feel me up, darling." Under this stimulus, the boy becomes wild with furious desire.

If the boy is younger (and Wilma has picked them up as young as twelve), she will skip the necking and merely invite him to explore under her clothes with his hands and eyes.

When Wilma is certain that the boy has reached the proper point of excitement, she tells him she wants him to take her panties down and give her a good hard spanking. In almost every case, the boy is startled, but no boy who has ever come home with Wilma to date has refused. Before the spanking begins, she tells him, "I'm going to cry and beg you to stop, but I don't want you to listen to me. Don't stop until I give you a signal maybe like slapping your leg, or else I'll try to wriggle off your lap. You just try to make me stop-you just see if you can hold me down, a big girl like me. I'm a naughty girl and I deserve an awfully hard spanking."

She then has the boy sit in a chair while she stands beside him. She pulls her dress up slowly until she is naked to the waist, and then she lies down across his lap. She has instructed him previously to take down her panties and to do it very slowly, so she can feel the shame of what he is doing. As soon as she feels his fingers feel for the panties to lower them, she trembles with anticipation.

She was very excited!

Almost invariably she has to tell the boy to spank her harder. If he seems reluctant, she threatens to scream and throw him out of the house. In time she gets the spanking she wants. If the boy is big and strong, a hand spanking is enough. With a small boy, she offers a wooden-backed hairbrush, and tells him he must swing it hard until both her bottom cheeks are very red. During the spanking, she cries like a very small child, kicks her legs up high, promises to be a good girl and usually uses a childish phrase, "Oh please, please don't any more, Daddy, please don't spank my poor sore ass, I'll be such a good girl! Oh no more, not on my poor sore red ass, Daddy!"

In time, the spanking is over, and a tearful Wilma stands with her eyes blazing with passion and humid with tears. Soon after she has rubbed her reddened bottom cheeks, she strips naked as she had promised the boy she would. After she is naked, she offers her young executioner a choice between a fuck and a frenching. Although she prefers frenching, she reports to me that the boys usually prefer fucking, as being something they have hard about but have never experienced.

What made Wilma debase herself to a mere child, just as you have read, you will ask. As a child, she was never spanked. She knew other children were, and she assumed that her parents didn't care about her. For some reason, she seems to have equated spanking with affection. She would go out of her way to get into trouble, just to see what it would be like to be spanked by her father. She would be punished in other ways, but the non-spanking policy in her house was adhered to very strictly.

Indeed, a few times she begged her father to spank her, rather than deal out the other punishments she would receive, such as shortening her leisure time or cutting off her allowance, but he refused. He and her mother explained they didn't believe in spanking.

After a while, Wilma forgot about it, or at least she thought she did. One day while alone in the house, she stepped out of the bathtub. While reaching for a towel, she accidentally saw herself in the full-length mirror, as she usually did. For a while she admired her sleek, white bottom cheeks, and suddenly was surprised by a strong desire to slap them, and she did so. The sensation was extremely pleasant. Quickly drying herself, she ran to her room. Once there, she gave herself a hard spanking. With each spank, she pretended that her hand was that of her father, and she begged for the spanking to stop, only to hear her own voice gruffly imitating that of her father, saying, "You've been a very naughty girl and you're going to get a good hard spanking on your naked ass." I quote her actual terms.

After that, whenever she found herself alone in the house, Wilma would spank herself. She bought a wooden backed hairbrush because it could smack harder than her hand. Before long, she ended each spanking with an enjoyable and prolonged frigging until she came furiously.

In time, self-administered spankings were not enough. She had boy friends aplenty, but she was ashamed to let any of them know her desire. One day, shortly after she had gotten married, she was sitting in the park and noticed a boy looking at her exposed thighs when her skirt was drawn back from a gust of wind. Smiling, she asked him if he would like to see more. The fifteen-year-old boy grinned, winked and said, "That would be just great!"

She led him deep into the woods and then she made her offer to him. If he would give her a hard spanking on her bare bottom, he could do anything he wanted to her. And so Wilma got the first real spanking of her life that day, and she was delighted to reward him by stripping naked and allowing him to fuck her. Thus her hobby began. The spankings she had craved for so many years were available to her now, and she had found an infallible way to obtain them.

While she had been ashamed to ask a grown man to spank her, she felt very differently about the boy. If he were inexperienced, he would be so overpoweringly eager to see and fondle her naked body, he would do anything she wanted and not think her "queer" because his desire would surpass his personal thoughts about her-such was her reasoning.

This was, you will agree, a most unusual case. Perhaps the soberness of her parents in not making certain that she knew they loved her began it all. There are many parents who, while they are ideal mentors to their children and provide them with every comfort, sometimes will withhold that little extra affection or that punitive slap which lets the child psychologically understand that he or she is really deeply loved. How ironic, then, that if Wilma's father had given her just one spanking somewhere during her young girlhood, she might today be happy and uninhibited, not burdened by the obsession of wanting to be punished and degraded!

CASE HISTORY: Clarissa N-

Clarissa N-, twenty-six years of age, unmarried, runs a women's specialty store with two other women, goes out on dates and is fucked from time to time. From a quick and cursory study of her present life, one would see no deviation in it, but it exists, all the same.

Clarissa was visiting her older married sister one afternoon, when the latter's son, then eight years of age, came home from school much too early. After his mother began to question him, it developed that he had slipped away from the playground during afternoon recess. Hearing this, Clarissa's sister promptly lowered the boy's pants and shorts, pulled him over her lap, and began to spank him very soundly.

Clarissa had never seen a spanking being inflicted and could only vaguely recall being spanked herself when she was a very small girl. But as she watched the crying boy squirm and kick over his mother's lap and heard the crisp sounds of palm meeting bare flesh as well as his cries and supplications, she began to tremble with excitement.

Soon after the spanking ended and the boy ran from the room tearfully rubbing his burning seat, Clarissa excused herself, went to the bathroom where, promptly lowering her panties, she frigged herself, closing her eyes and recalling the scenes of the boy's punishment.

So it was inevitable that, a few weeks later, when her sister complained about not being able to have any sort of vacation with her husband because of the children's presence, Clarissa generously offered to move in for a few weeks and look after them. Before the very first day of her new supervision was over, the eight-year-old boy found himself being scolded for a breach of discipline following Clarissa to her room. There, with trembling fingers, she dragged down his pants and shorts, pulled him over her lap and upturned his pink-skinned, chubby bare seat. Even before applying the first spank, her pulses were hammering. And when her hands fell for the first time on his naked behind, she shivered with sensual excitation, for this was more delicious than anything she had experienced with a man.

As the spanking continued, little Henry's cries grew louder, his legs kicked with more feverish energy and his warm, inflamed naked behind jounced and bucked about over her lap. Nearing the hot urge of pussy-come, Clarissa finished off the punishment with a quick rain of spanks, then ordered the weeping youngster out of the room. Locking the door behind him, she yanked down her panties and frigged, achieving hot come in only a few moments.

The next day, she found a pretext to spank Brad, the ten-year-old boy, on his naked behind; the thrill was even greater, and once again she frigged herself to come after the punishment had ended.

Clarissa constantly sought some way in which she could justifiably sentence the oldest boy, Doug, fifteen, to a naked-bottom spanking, but his behavior gave her no cause. At last, after ten days, when she and Doug were watching TV after his younger brothers had gone to bed, she realized her chance. Unknowingly, she had let her skirt furl up to expose bare thighs above her stocking tops, noticing it only when she discovered his ardent stare fixing on her legs.

Instead of tugging down her skirt, Clarissa began to chat confidentially with Doug, and elicited the admission from him that he liked looking at her legs and would love to see more. Also, he blushingly averred he'd never seen anything more of a woman than her legs, in just such a surreptitious way as he had used with Clarissa.

Clarissa drew a deep breath, then leaned towards him: "Doug, I'd love to put you over my lap and spank your big naked bottom. If you'll let me do that, I'll let you skip school tomorrow and you can see me bare-naked. How's that?" As he gaped at her, hardly believing his ears, she rose, lofting her dress to her waist and smiled knowingly as she saw his eyes fix on her nearly sheer panties, observing the thick dark muff of pussy hair at the crotch.

And so it was agreed. The next morning, as soon as Henry and Brad had gone off to school, she and Doug hurried to her room. There, removing everything except bra and panties, Clarissa stripped him naked, draped him over her bare thighs, and spanked him till her hand stung. Despite his wails and tears, she kept spanking till his bare behind with a violent, dark red.

Then, as he tearfully stumbled off her lap, she rose, drew off her bra and panties and held out her arms to him. "Feel me all you want, dear," she huskily murmured. Sniffling, the brown-haired, sturdy youngster moved to her, his hands fumblingly rubbing her pert pear-shaped tittie and slipped down to grasp and squeeze his achingly stiff prick. But, instead of jacking him off, she lay down on the bed and murmured, "Come fuck me, darling!" Doug clambered onto the bed, crawled over her, and she took hold of his throbbing shaft as, yawning open her cunt with her other hand, she guided him to enter her for his very first fuck. Though only a few groaning digs made him spurt his seed into her seething sheath, she achieved the longed-for hot come.

Before the vacation ended, Clarissa spanked him three more times, each time letting him fuck her as his reward. Also, she taught him how to suck her cunt, and he proved most adept with lips and tongue. When his parents came back, Clarissa still managed a few stealthy spanking sessions with him. However, when this proved too difficult to arrange, she began to pick up boys at random, offering them the privilege of fucking her in return for spanking their bare bottoms.

She dates much less frequently now, finding her sexual "kicks" mostly from the boys she lures to her apartment, whom she spanks and then offers herself to for fucking. She has tried spanking girls, but told me that it was only moderately satisfying and that she rarely does it now.

As we study her case, we see no traumatic experience early in her life which could have evoked her obsessive penchant for young boys; we must conclude that it was the sight of her eight-year-old nephew's spanking that somehow triggered her motivation.

CASE HISTORY: Margaret H-

Margaret Hwas married fifteen years, was thirty-six at the ime our case history begins, had a nine-year old boy, and was reasonably happy with her husband, though the latter's sex drive had begun to lag the past four or five years.

Neither parent believed in spanking as a disciplinary measure. But one day, Jack, her son, was especially irritating in a temper tantrum; and when nothing else seemed to work, Margaret decided to break the rule and spank him. As Jack cried and promised to be good from now on, Margaret experienced a strange sense of exhilaration. First she believed it to be satisfaction in having found a way to control the youngster, but before long she had to admit to herself that her feeling was one of deep sensual excitation.

The more she thought about the episode, the more she was convinced of this: his reddening bottom cheeks, the way they jerked, twisted, weaved and bounded over her lap, the crisp intonation of each spank, the feel of his firm satiny flesh under her castigating palm, the anguish of his cries and piteous promises.

When she realized this attunement, she at once stopped spanking Jack and sent him out of the room. Then, slipping her hand under her dress, she began to stroke her pussy. Then again forcing herself to drive away the specter of lust, she went out of the room, nervously agitated in her frustration.

This excitement lingered many days; even though she was again incited to punish the boy the same way when he misbehaved, she resisted, fearing the shame and unnaturalness of being aroused bv her own child.

Having turned to this pseudo-masochistic sexual release status, Margaret sought the help of a popular tabloid newspaper devoted mainly to corporal punishment and domestic discipline. As she flipped through the pages, she observed a large section of personal advertisements inserted by those who wanted to be spanked or to spank others. After she left her girlfriend, she bought a copy of the newspaper on the stand, went home and pursued it carefully. She discovered two advertisements by men in the same city (Kansas City, Missouri) who sought dominant female partners.

She wrote to the more likely candidate, a man of twenty-five, explaining her interest. A week later, he wrote back lengthily and excitedly of how he loved to be scolded and spanked by a strong woman. He included his phone number, and Margaret nervously dialed it. A secretary answered the phone, and as Margaret waited for the man to come on the line, she began to regret her impulsiveness and was about to hang up. Just then he picked up the phone. Nervously at first, she identified herself. She detected his excitement as he quickly arranged to visit her the next morning at nine-thirty.

Margaret slept only fitfully that night, and hurried to answer the door when the bell rang. As she opened the door, she saw that the advertiser for domination was a handsome, black-haired young man whose eyes glistened with excitement so they fixed on her. They chatted noncommittally for a time, and then she was in an armchair while he stood beside her chair, pleading that he would be a good boy from now on and begging her not to spank him. She felt a mild excitement grow in her, but it was not so strong as when she had punished her own son.

When he was naked, she saw that his prick was large and fully hardened, his thighs firm and muscular and hairy. As he draped himself over her lap, she began to scold him as her left arm tucked in his waist and her right rose and fell. But very soon, she knew it wouldn't work. Spanking her son and hearing his entreaties, had been real, convincing. This was mere simulation, and he was actually enjoying the spanking. And the scolding seemed so artificial as well.

Much too soon to please him, she stopped and told him to get up. He begged her to go on, but she told him why she couldn't and he understood. However, since he had cooperated, she agreed to strip and let him gamahuch her. Later, she jacked him off to come and told him that if she ever changed her mind, she'd call him again. She knew she wouldn't; it had been only the mildest pleasure for her throughout.

Margaret pondered on how to solve this problem for a week, and then a new solution unexpectedly presented itself. Stan, the ten-year-old boy from next door, threw a ball through her basement window. Calling him to the door, she scolded him and was surprised at the feverish intensity with which he pleaded for her not to tell his parents. When she wanted to know why not, he just looked at her like he was real hurt.

She frowned for a moment as she thought it over, then she proposed that satiny flesh under her castigating palm, the anguish of his cries and thus save from the dreaded strap. It was agreed, and a few minutes later, Margaret's quivering fingers stripped the tearful boy naked from the waist Jack and sent him out of the room. Then, slipping her hand under her dress, she stroked her pussy. Then again forcing herself to drive away the specter sensual bliss her nature so demanded. His bottom was a flaming red when she felt her own come approach. As she rubbed and squeezed the spanked cheeks of his squirming bare behind, her body writhed in the hot gush of pussy juicing.

Closing her eyes a moment to recover from the furious orgasmic bliss, she at last pulled the sobbing boy's clothes up, gave him milk and cookies and let him go back home. This experience calmed her overwrought nerves for a few days, and then the hidden obsession began to build up its tensions anew.

About a week later, Stan came over to her house to ask to play with her.

She was quite flustered about this and asked Stan to come in, again gave him milk and cookies and began to chat with him. She slyly drew the topic of conversation round to sex and learned that he had never seen a woman naked.

"Stan, if you'll let me spank you," she wheedled, I'll take off all my clothes right in front of you and you can look at me all you want."

"Huh? You-you mean it, Mrs.-Mrs. H--? " he gasped incredulously.

"Of course I mean it. Just look right now, dear," she coaxed as she stood up and slowly lifted dress and slip up to her waist. "Now come look and you can feel all you want too!"

The boy blinked, gulped, blushed, then moved forward, his eyes big as saucers. Soon his little fingers were prodding the crotch of her panties, poking at her belly the soft white flesh of her inner thighs.

Then, keeping her clothes uptrussed, Margaret lowered Stan's pants and shorts and drew her down over her thighs. She gave him a particularly hard spanking, and he cried piteously. But this gave her a hot come far more powerful than anything her husband had provided in the past few years.

A few minutes later, she stripped naked and let him play with her titties, bottom, pussy and legs. By the time he left, Stan had forgotten the pain of the spanking, and had, indeed, agreed to take other such punishments in the future. But even that wasn't enough for the now fully obsessed Margaret H-' Soon, she had seduced the thirteen-year-old newspaper delivery boy who accepted a sound spanking in return for fucking her. This time, besides tasting the sweet hot gush of girl-come when she spanked his naked seat, she had another and almost as powerful orgasm as he thrust his rigid young prick furiously back and forth inside her cunt. The knowledge that it was his very first fuck added to her excitement, too.

After that, Margaret began to wander along streets, through parks and playgrounds, in search of boys. She offered them money and fucking. Though she scared off a few, many were only too delighted to accept such an exciting offer from a handsome, mature woman, even though the idea of being spanked in itself was not especially pleasant. Margaret preferred her boys between thirteen and fifteen, since then they were still young enough to cry and act quite childishly during punishment, but later mature enough to manage a good hard-on and fuck her, as well as gamahuch her and accept on occasion a good frenching-something she eventually added to her sexual repertory.

Since I myself had a few consultations with Margaret, I may say that I found nothing in her own childhood, adolescence or early young adult life to explain the arousal she obtained from spanking boys. Moreover, though she offered her young partners fucking and frenching, I am convinced these phases of activity did not overly excite her: they were solely the means of enabling her to get the boy to agree to be spanked. I feel that if she had enjoyed a more vigorous sexual life with her husband, this penchant would not have developed. When one considers the risks she ran in luring boys home to spank them and go beyond that seeming innocuous game into adultery and deviation, one wonders indeed why a wife and mother would gratify this singular desire without deeply rooted cause. Margaret herself could never satisfactorily explain it, save that doing it to her own son seemed to initiate an urge that eventually could no longer be quelled. Perhaps, it may have been the subconscious impulse to incest; though she had refused henceforth to chastise her own son, her further essays with other young boys may well show that inwardly she sought to break that age-old taboo and that these boys were the sublimatory substitutes.

CASE HISTORY: Maralyn A-

Maralyn A was eighteen when her widowed mother married. Her stepfather was forty-two, had an eight-year-old daughter Phyllis and an eleven-year-old son Larry. Though Maralyn was still a virgin, she often dated and allowed her boy friends to neck. Also, she frigged herself to come after many of these dates, especially if they had had passionate necking sessions.

One evening while her mother and stepfather were at the theater, Phyllis began to annoy Maralyn with her whining and temper fit. Finally, in exasperation, Maralyn pulled the little girl over her lap, took down her panties and spanked her hard. That night in bed, Maralyn discovered that she was as excited as she was during a "necking party," and frigged herself to sleep.

She also began to think about her stepbrother and hoped that she might get the chance to spank him too.

A week later, once again while her parents were out for the evening, Larry broke a dish while playing in the kitchen, and she scolded him, forced him over her lap, lowered his pants and shorts and spanked him vigorously. This was even more exciting, and though she kept on spanking Phyllis whenever the latter was naughty, Maralyn went out of her way to find reasons to spank Larry.

About a month later, her stepfather went to Larry's room to say goodnight, found the sheets pulled off the boy, and, in readjusting them, discovered that Larry's bare bottom was still quite red. The next day, he called his son aside and asked him what had happened, learning in due course that Maralyn had spanked the boy almost every time he was out for the evening.

The stepfather kept this to himself and waited till he and Maralyn were alone in the house, then confronted her with Larry's confessional. "So you like spanking my son, do you, Maralyn?" he chuckled, eyeing her narrowly. "If you want to know what I think, you get your kicks that way-don't you? Come on, out with it!"

Maralyn blushingly lowered her eyes and nodded. He chuckled again: "Don't be ashamed, Maralyn girl. Fact is, I understand it very well. You see, I like to spank myself. Only, I go for older girls-a girl like you for instance. No listen. I'll let you spank Larry whenever you want, and in exchange, I'll expect you to take a good bare-bottom paddling from me every so often. How's that sound?"

Maralyn looked down at the floor, blushed even more hotly, then slowly nodded. "Great!" he exulted. "All right, young lady, come over to me this minute!"

The pretty brunette hesitantly approached. Her stepfather grasped her by the wrist, drew her down over his lap, rolled up skirt and slip and then lingeringly took down her panties, draping them exactly at the hollows of her nylon-sheathed knees. Then, after luxuriatingly caressing her quivering, flinching, creamy ass with his right palm as he tucked in her waist with his left arm, he began to spank.

He spanked her jouncy oval bottom cheeks long and hard enough to make her cry and kick, but later she agreed it was worth it. Even when it came to the point that he ordered her to strip totally naked for her spankings, she still found it worth the price.

Gradually, Maralyn lost her interest in dating fellows of her own age and devoted more of her time and attention to Larry. Nor is it surprising that the spanking sessions with her virile stepfather eventually led to her agreeing to let him fuck her. And when Larry reached puberty, Maralyn injected a strong sexual note into spanking him. She began by lifting her dress to have him lie over her bare thighs. Later, she removed her dress and slip entirely, wearing only bra and panties when spanking time came around, and she noticed that he always got a hard-on when he had to lie over her lap with her scantily clad that way. Soon, she was stripping naked to spank him, then encouraging him to fondle and kiss her naked charms. Before long she permitted him to fuck her, then taught him how to gamahuch her burning cunt.

Still later, she encouraged Larry to bring his friends to the house and offered them the same deal that had so delighted Larry. When she talked to them, she would lift her dress to show off her creamy thighs above her nylons, and she was never refused.

She is now twenty-five and rarely dates, showing little interest in men. Though it is obvious that she still searches for boys to give her sexual gratification by being spanked in return for her favors of yielding her cunt to be nicked or gamahuched, she refused to discuss it-I have tried on several occasions to aid her with psychoanalysis and in vain. True, she evidences shame for what she does, but she will not accept professional help in breaking the habit, and I doubt that he ever will.

Her greatest danger is her feeling of guilt and shame. The human mind, if thus constantly besieged by such feelings, may become irreparably damaged. She has, it appears, yielded to the more immediate and certain more powerful urges of her body. The sadomasochistic syndrome has full hold of her

Today, in our sexual revolution, we have come to see that ingenuous games like spanking can be utilized by both partners as a kind of foreplay to rouse each other to spontaneous, eager passion. As such, it is not harmful, being the means, not the end, to sexual fulfillment. But for Maralyn, I fear the means itself is the end; and this is the way to perversion.