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Official Sharon Green Site Opens

As usual CF Publications and ABCD Webmasters are working hard to bring you the absolute best in the world of spanking. And with this issue of OTK, we have some really exciting news.

Many of you have been aware of Sharon Green for years. She has published extensively in the fantasy/sci-fi/and romance genres. In the early through mid 1980's she published two series of books with pronounced BDSM and spanking elements. For many years, these books have been completely unavailable. But Sharon, with her friend Bethany , has opened Sharon's official website, at www.sharongreen.info.

On this site, one of these two classic BDSM series, her five part Jalav Amazon Warrior series is available in its entireity. In addition, Sharon's first "spanking" novel, Princess Brat is available. All 11 chapters are being sold for the amazingly low price of $12.95. We also have a brand new book by Sharon, Shadowborn.

The connection between ABCD Webmasters and Sharon Green is also still strong. Currently, two exclusive novels of Sharon's are running on Bethany's Woodshed, Queen Brat , which is the sequal to Princess Brat, and Parallel Worlds, a story about researchers who can transcend dimensions - and are suddenly trapped in a very different place. Another one of Sharon's novels, The Party, is currently being offered on ABCD Webmaster's erotica site, Wicked Velvet.

EMILY AGAIN

Good old "Name withheld" is back with another episode in the adventures of one of ourfavorite teenagers. As promised, there was one more instance where the youngster would assume the penitential "bottoms up" position. This incident also involved a classmate of Emily's, Joan__also 15. On occasion Joan would stay with Emily for the weekend, with me in charge. I knew that Emily had told her friend about the bare_bottom paddling she received three months ago. Since then, the lanky teenage had regarded me in a curious way. One particular Saturday in October, I overheard the girls discussing the topic of spanking. It seems that Joanie was extremely excited about the spanking I'd given her friend, waiting to learn every detail. After a few minutes of discussion, the point was clear: Joan wondered if I would spank her! Emily thought I would if the crime was right, saying I wasn't a pervert or anything (which made me feel good). Together they formed a plot. Being Saturday night, they'd be going out. On purpose, they would stay out after curfew without calling. (Knowing I'd be mad and would want to tell their parents, spanking would come up as an alternate punishment, which they would accept.)

Both girls began their preparations as the night approached. To my initial dismay, they both came downstairs attired in dress pants, since I favored raising up dresses myself. They both looked cute, all dolled up for the boys. As planned, 2 AM rolled around without word from the two teenagers. Minutes later, a flash of light in the driveway told me the time had come. I tried to be mad, lecturing and questioning the two nervous girls. When I brought up the part about telling their parents, Emily dropped the bomb.

"A spanking," I said, feigning surprise. "I know that Emily is spanked," I added, "but what about you, Joan?"

Turning red with embarrassment, eyes wide and full, Joanie spoke "Ye..Yes I have..., My m...mother still spanks me... once in awhile... but nn...never by father."

"Mmm," I spoke, "since it's a spanking you want, it's a spanking you'll get. Since there were two of them, I decided to spank them together. Casually, I instructed them to lower their pants and bend over the sofa, whose height would put their backsides at the perfect angle. Saying I'd return in a few seconds, I made for the basement, in search of the spanking implement: a red, hard rubber coated, ping_pong paddle. Making for the door, I could see Emily already loosening her belt, fumbling with the pant's latch!

Returning with the paddle, I was greeted by a most interesting sight. The two girls were duly bent over the sofa, pants around their ankles, bottoms up. However, instead of wearing the expected panties, they both wore the then new type of pantyhose which included a special one_piece panty section blended into the leg part. The legs were flesh toned, while the panty part was cream colored, beginning at mid_thigh. The "panty portion" in this type of underwear is only a few thread thicker than the hose. If the girls were not wearing conventional underpants beneath it (Emily and Joan were not) their behinds are as good as bare. Thin and translucent, it reveals every bounce, wiggle, and detail of the female posterior.

"Soooo, matching undies, how nice," I said. "They're the latest," said Emily, turning her head up from the sofa.

"And quite revealing," I added, tracing the beauty mark Emily had on her left buttock. "And you Joanie," turning my attention to the other girl, "it seems your bathing suit was quite short this summer, you can still see its outline." She remained still, breathing hard.

With the initial fun over, I got down to the task at hand. I instructed both girls to grasp the pillows of the sofa and hold on. If they let go, the guilty one would receive extras. They also had to count each whack.

It then began. I alternated between girls and cheeks, the paddle resounding off the ill protected behinds. "Whack ; ouch.. one .. whack .. ohhhh .. one," and so forth. With only the thin film separating paddle from skin, it was like "getting it on the bare." They both yelped, cried out, and shifted their weight, causing their behinds to dance. The cream color of the panty faded to pink, and later red, reflecting the warm state of their buns. By the end, both were crying moderately, and rubbing at their seats. Since Joan had gotten up twice, she would receive 4 extra whacks, this time across my knees. Joan begged to be let off the extra dose, but I remained firm. I sat down on another chair, motioning for Joan to assume the required position. Seeing it was of no use to beg off, the kid simply removed her pants totally, rather than hobble around with them bunched up about her ankles. Awkwardly she squirmed over my knees, apologizing for her behavior. Now for the second shock of the night. Before I could sense what was happening, Emily darted over to her friend's side, hooked her fingers in the pantyhose waistband, and brought it down to mid thigh with one swift jerk. Joan shrieked, but my hands instinctively locked her in place. "Extra whacks on the bare," Emily announced.

"I'll get you for this," responded Joan, making no real effort to escape my grip. I was amazed at how red her butt already was, but gave her 4 sharp stingers anyway. She cried and kicked, getting off my lap quickly, massaging her bottom once more. She never lost her sense of modesty and stood with her back to me and Emily, gingerly replacing the underwear. When it was over, Emily kissed me good night, but Joan, beet red, ran quickly upstairs. That was the last time I spanked Emily and Joan.

ABCD Webmasters, in conjuction with numerous authors, is in the process of opening a consortium of spanking story sites from which a wide variety of romantic, spanking and BDSM erotica will be sold. There will be literally somthing for every taste.

The consortium doorway is located at The Spanking Corner. The actual store from which the stories are sold for instant download is located on this site.

"Feeding" The Spanking Corner are several sites - and more are being added. The Spanking Playhouse features explicit age play erotica. Erotica by Don Winslow is a site dedicated to just Don's works. Don is the author of the famous Ironwood series, published by Blue Moon books. Also part of the consortium is The Best of Bethany's, a site where books which have been completed on Bethany's Woodshed members' area will be offered for sale, and The Best of Wicked Velvet, where full length erotica novels, originally carried in Wicked Velvet's members' area will be sold. (Warning: Novels on Wicked Velvet are romantic erotica. The amounts of spanking in these selections varies.) Other sites are coming soon!

While traveling the highways and byeways of Spankingland, one meets many familiar people. There is the teenage girl who just can't get in by curfew (often because she is discovering the joys of teenage love), or who can't avoid smoking where she is going to get caught. There is the secretary who mixes the mail for two business rival clients. There is the wife who can't resist flirting with her husband's boss. There is the sister who must somehow answer to her brother-in-law. There is... but you get the idea.

Two features stand out about these familiar personages. First, they are predominately spankees, the reason for this is the subject of another essay. Second, they are onomastically diverse, any old female name serves (although generically of course, they are all from the teenybopper to the grand mother "young lady).

I would like to consider a character who violates both these strictures. First, he is a spanker, second he has a name, it is Uncle Henry. Uncle Henry, never Hank, appears in numerous independently written stories to visit corporal chastisement upon a visiting teenage girl. Uncle Henry lives on a farm, the girl is from the city. She knows her mother or older cousins have been spanked by UH, but teenage girls, especially those in spanking stories, being what they are, she manages to get into trouble. Usually she has to wait a while, during which she imagines/hopes that he didn't mean it, or that she will at least get to keep her panties up, against all know precedent. Of course, hope, apologies, even prayers are in vain and she undergoes a workmanlike, bare bottom spanking from UH which hurts and embarrasses her even more than she had thought it would. She emerges chastened, and vowing to be a good girl from now on. The reader may have his doubts and hopes.

The point is not the similarity of the plot, this is endemic in spanking literature, there are, after all, just so many devices to get a teenage girl or grown woman spanked. CF has published several thousand spanking stories, I have no doubt that a determined literary critic could sort them into fewer than 100 basic types. But the recurrence of the spanker's name. What is it that drives Uncle Henries into farming? (City Uncle Henries seem no more frequent in spanking stories than other names, although I should mention that one of the first Uncle Henry stories I read, 25 or so years ago in Janus, featured a visiting Uncle Henry who was a schoolmaster, but I've always suspected that he had a farm on the side in Kent or one of those other English places.) Why are Uncle Henries quicker to reach for the paddle than Uncle Bobs, or Uncle Teds, or Uncle Larries? What would be involved in changing my name to Henry?

In the past, I inquired about how readers came to realize that spanking is exciting. I have received two replies which will be run in future issues. Here is Connie's recollection of her first spanking.

Although I was never, consciously, turned on when my father spanked me, I began at a very early age to be definitely turned on by seeing or hearing other children spanked, and this happened more often in my childhood than it does today. Gradually, I began to be stimulated by envisioning myself being spanked by someone other than my father, and these fantasies intensified after puberty, when my father was no longer spanking me. Soon, these desires became as unchangeable a part of me as the color of my eyes truly.

Another factor that I have often thought important in the development of my orientation is that I was always punished for any kind of sexual play or activity. Unfortunately, I turned out to be rather precocious in this respect at an early age. Attitudes were still pretty puritanical during this time. My very first spanking, in fact, came as a result of what was taken as a sexual interest (although it was quite innocent), when I was three and a half years old. I remember it vividly, which in itself probably foreshadows my later development of this need.

I remember it as though it were yesterday, sitting on the sofa in our living room. It must have been around bedtime, because I was wearing those pajamas that children used to wear that cover the feet and have a buttoned flap in the back. I was playing with my doll, and was, at this time, comparing her anatomy with my own. This ended up with my unbuttoning the front of my jamies and reaching down between my legs, because my doll did not look or feel like I did there. I was oblivious to my parents reading nearby, until I heard my mother say "Look what she's doing." My father threw down his newspaper, stood up and towered over me, as all adults must seem to tower to children that age. "I guess it's time she learned what will happen when she misbehaves," he said to my mother. He then picked up a folding rooftop that fitted over my small dollhouse, and pulled me off of the sofa. He unbuttoned the flap of my pajamas, leaving my little bottom bare. The rooftop made an excellent paddle, as I soon learned to my sorrow. At first I thought my Daddy must be playing some kind of a new game with me, but soon I was screaming, because those smacks hurt so very much. In no time at all, my bottom must have been scarlet. At one point, I recall looking over at my mother through my tears. She had just the slightest smile on her lips, and I have since wondered if she was enjoying the scene, but I don't believe so now, because she never showed any such tendency later on, and in fact, would sometimes prevail upon my father to stop whipping me, when she thought he was too severe. I imagine it was just because it was my first spanking, and it may not have been as hard as I remember it to her eyes. Or, she may have been remembering her own childhood spankings. When my father had set me back on the sofa, he said "Little girls do not play with themselves down there. It is very naughty." Later, when I calmed down, I was put to bed by my father with much hugging and kissing. As a man once said to me, "Good God! How could you not have developed these tendencies.

Patrick McGrady, in a 1972 book called The Love Doctors, interviewed Dr. Rose Franzblau, at that time the advice columnist for the New York Post, read by about a million New Yorkers. Dr. Franzblau told McGrady about Spanking Clubs where parents meet to discuss methods of corporally chastising their children, often bringing their teenage children to use as demonstrations. While McGrady seems sceptical, Franzblau is quite convinced. Much as I would like to believe, I cannot bring ourselves to and can only marvel at the good doctor's gullibility and wonder if I could interest her in this great bridge I have for sale.

STANDARDS

Many of you have first come to OTK through an ad we run periodically in the New York Review of Books. Although the ad is worded essentially the same as the ads we run in publications such as Corporal and the Fetish Times which are more clearly "into" our stuff, it is reasonably discrete. Recently, in our never ending battle to bring the gospel to yet more people, we sent in the same ad to the National Star, a publication much like the National Enquirer, but not quite as sophisticated. We received a letter from their advertising standards comittee informing us that they regreted that our ad did not meet their standards. We may appear in the NYR, but it appears that we have blown our chances to appear next to articles on dogs which talk to UFOs.

SS submits the following from an advice column called Generation Rap by Helen and Sue Bottel!? Dear Helen and Sue: You didn't believe "Enforcer" who described how he kept his wife in line with repeated spankings and demands that she obey his every wish. Well, I'm "Enforcer's" wife and I can tell you that he's real. It was a second marriage for both of us. I was 27, an attractive, well_built woman with a good job. He is a successful professional, nine years my senior. Shortly after our wedding, he announced he was to be undisputed head of the house and I the submissive wifee. He said he's make all decisions and I was to obey instantly without argument. My training, he added, would be via a strap, since he planned to accomplish this lifestyle as qauickly as possible. lSo every infraction of his rigid code meant a leather strap sting my bate buttocks. There were no token punishments__he said it was necessary to be cruel to speed my training. After two years and several hundred whacks I achieved his idea of a perfect wife. Now I'm only whippeed about three or four times a year. On the other hand, I have had eevery luxury, charge accounts, fabulous vacations, household help, trips around the world, and a large bank account in my name. I could leave hime and be financially well off. Our sex life is great, though I was programmed to please, this also by the strap. I do love this man and wonder how he can be so generally good to me, yet punish me so severely. However, he did accompplish his goal, and on the whole my good life is worth the pain, even if often I couln not sit down easily for a week.

This illustration comes from an old postcard we found on E-bay. Click on the image to see the full card. Is this a story character of some sort? If anyone knows the history of this card, write to us.

Our readers have contributed the following four letters to newspaper advice columnists. I have omitted the replies as there is the same dreary disapproval in each.
For Dr. Joyce Brothers My parents still spank the five children in our family in front of neighbors, boy friends, girl friends or anyone who happens to be around and they insist that we
remove our underclothing for this punishment. I was humiliated as a child by this and now that I'm 15, I'm angry and even more humiliated. They say this is right and they will continue to punish us in this way even when we're old enough to be in college or to be married. I wouldn't mind being spanked if it could be in private. I can't convince my parents that all of us would be better if we just didn't have to face this public humiliation. Am I wrong? If they're wrong, please tell them.

For Maxine
My father still spanks me although I'm 17. He even takes down my pants. He never spanks my three younger brothers. I think it
is unfair to spank me. If I forget to do something he yells at me and slaps me in front of my friends. Later he spanks me. He never yells or hits my brothers. He just has a quiet talk with them. If we have an argument, he says I'm talking back and he knows I hate him. then he spanks me. If I don't say anything (to avoid an argument) he says I'm ignoring him. Then he spanks me for that. I talked this over with my mom, but she can't take sides with me or he gets mad at her. I feel like my dad is trying to drive me out of the house. What can I do?

For Ann Landers
Thanks for running the letter about the couple who enjoyed beating each other as a prelude to sex. Please add two more to the list. My wife and I have been whipping each other for several years and it is a highly emotional experience. Your Delaware reader noted that the centers of pain and pleasure are not far apart. Surely you know that pain
and sex are often inseparable. We tried straight sex at the beginning and it left us exhausted, frustrated and unfulfilled. Now we have great fun expressing our primitive feelings.

For Abby
The other day I went to visit a new neighbor who had moved in next door. While I was there, her 7-year-old daughter came home from school about an hour late. The child had no excuse. The mother got a paddle and instructed the child to lower her panties and bend over. After about four whacks she said the child could go. Later she told me it did more good to punish her child that way in front of someone than to take her to the bathroom and do it. I disagree. How do you feel about it?

I met M. about six years ago, through a mutual friend who know of our mutual interest in spanking. We had a number of long talks, both on the phone and over drinks, over a period of several weeks, and at last spent one exciting afternoon together. From these contacts I was able to piece together the following incomplete story. M., an attractive woman in her early 30s, said she had received her first spanking at age 11, from the (male) director of a summer camp she was attending. She was spanked (at least) three times, first over her shorts, then over her panties, and at last, with her panties taken down. I don't recall what with, perhaps "by hand," or with a ping_pong paddle.

Subsequently, at about 14 or 15, she became involved in a "spanking relationship" with an uncle. She would provoke him by being "fresh," he would threaten her with a spanking, and she would then renew her provocative behavior until he took her over his knee for a
hand spanking over her panties. Then she would be ordered to stand in a corner with her skirt up.

Sometimes that was the end of it. At other times, however, her uncle would order her to lower her panties "to see if you've been spanked enough." Inevitably, he decided that she had not and gave her a more severe spanking with his belt. This sort of thing went on for a year or more.

M. did not admit to any overt erotic activity with her uncle, but the erotic element was obviously there. From my own limited "survey", I would suspect that M.'s experience was fairly typical of women who enjoy being spanked, in two ways. 1) Her spankers were themselves erotically
interested, clearly and consciously in the case of her uncle; very probably, though perhaps unconsciously, in the case of the camp director. Further, she sensed this interest, consciously or not. 2) M. herself, at least by the time her uncle came along was consciously aroused by the experience, as shown by her ploy, common among women who are so inclined, of persistently "asking for it.

When M. married some years later, she was (not surprisingly) spanked by her husband, though she gave me no details. (At the time I met her, she was divorced.)

Though I think M.'s experience was rather typical, I wouldn't claim that such experiences are "the" reason why some women like to be spanked. There may well be no single reason. Nor can I say for sure that it all happened as M. described it, though her account certainly had the ring of truth. What I can testify is that she was enormously stimulated by being spanked, first across my knee, by had over the panties and with a hairbrush on the bare, and then (after an interval for R and R) more severely, with a "cane" (a thin bamboo garden stake). During this last she said to me, "Tell me how angry you are with me." I didn't, I'm afraid, respond very effectively, since I was by no means "angry" with her, on the contrary.

Subsequently, alas, M. turned out to be a severely troubled young woman, to the point where the emotional cost of maintaining any kind of relationship with her became more than I could afford. what she wanted from me was not "friendly discipline" but an ear to listen to her over_ wrought accounts of her personal problems, real or imagined, and advice she could then ignore. So her story is incomplete; I wish I could say "to be continued."