The following true story took place in the summer of 1974. My parents had divorced two years earlier. Since then, I had lived with my Mother in New England, and had spent four weeks every summer with my Father at his home in Georgia.
My Father began dating a woman named Marleen, and by the time of my summer visit in 1974 she and her offspring were living with him. Marleen was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise and Kristie.
On the first day of my visit, we all hit it off great. Marleen was very nice to me, and Denise and Kristie were a lot of fun to play with. Moreover, I thought Marleen was very pretty, and developed a crush on her almost immediately.
In the weeks that followed, it became clear that this was not an isolated incident – Marleen was an old-fashioned spanking Mother. Her off spring got sore bottoms any time they stepped out of line – talking back, telling a fib, leaving toys on the floor.
With my Mother, spanking was a last resort, to be used only for exceptionally naughty behaviour. But for Marleen, spanking was the go-to discipline. I probably got spanked two or three times a year, but it seemed like Denise and Kristie got their bottoms tanned more than two or three times in a week.
What’s more, for Marleen, being out in public never stood in the way of administering corporal punishment if she thought it was needed. If there was no place for Marleen to sit down, she would simply grab the offending girl by the arm and give her a few quick spanks while standing. But if there happened to be a chair or a bench nearby, the naughty child would be taken over the knee and spanked for all to see.
In the next few weeks, I saw Denise and Kristie get spanked during trips to the grocery store, the mall and the movie theatre, as well as the playground. Interestingly, neither of the girls seemed to feel any sense of embarrassment about it. They talked about their spankings very matter-of-factly, and did not think it unusual to be spanked in front of strangers.
Despite being a stern disciplinarian, Marleen was also a very loving Mother. She showered her daughters with hugs and kisses, liked to play and joke around with her them when they were being good, and comforted them after they had been punished.
Marleen also took quite a liking to me. She was very warm and motherly to me, which only made my crush on her grow stronger. I began to imagine what it would be like to be spanked by her. I would lie in bed at night and replay in my head the times I had seen Denise or Kristie being spanked – but substituting myself as the naughty child.
I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me.
In the end, I decided that my daydreams about being spanked by Marleen would have to remain just that. However, everything unexpectedly changed during the last week of my visit. On a day that my Father was working, Marleen took Denise, Kristie and myself out for a picnic in the park. We had a good time, then headed back to the car to go home.
When we got to our vehicle, Marleen suddenly realised she had left something back at the picnic site. She told us to wait in the car while she went back to get it. While we waited, I noticed a bottle of soda on the floor which I had been drinking from earlier. I picked it up, opened it, and took a sip. Denise asked for a sip, so I handed it to her.
Then Kristie wanted some, and grabbed the bottle away from Denise. I said ‘hey, that’s mine’ and tried to grab it back from Kristie. Soon we were all grabbing at the bottle and trying to pull it away from each other. You can probably guess what happened next – the soda spilled all over the back seat, making stains everywhere.
When Marleen got back, rage flashed in her eyes and she asked angrily: “Who did this?” Kristie, who had been trained to never lie when she did something wrong, lest she make her spanking worse, said: “We all did. We were fighting over it.”
“Get out of the car!” Marleen ordered. “Go and sit on that park bench while I try to clean up this mess and don’t you dare move from that bench!”
We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach.
When Marleen returned from the car, she pointed at me and Denise and said: “You two – stand over there.” She pointed to a spot nearby. We quickly stood and moved to the place indicated while Marleen sat down next to Kristie. The mother patted her lap, and Kristie immediately complied and went over the knee.
Without any ceremony, Marleen began spanking Kristie’s bottom, hard and firm. After about 20 slaps, Kristie was sent to stand near where we were, and Denise was called over. Over her mother’s knee she went and received about 30 quick hard smacks on her behind.
When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Marleen looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time.
When I got within arm’s reach of Marleen, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day.
On the walk back to the car, I noticed that we were getting some curious looks – and a few grins – from people walking by who must have witnessed our punishments.
That night, as I was lying down and getting ready to sleep, Marleen walked into my room and sat on my bed. She said to me: “You’ve heard me tell Denise and Kristie that I spank them because I love them, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well, now you know that I love you too.” She kissed me on the cheek.
A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Marleen and my Father sat all three of us youngsters down and made an announcement – they were getting married.
I would get a few more spankings from Marleen after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart.
Now, let me take you back to the second day of my visit, when things took an unexpected turn at a neighborhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Marleen and Father sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us.
After a while, Marleen called to the three of us: “OK, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mother told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mother! I’m staying here!”
Without saying another word, Marleen walked over, grabbed Kristie off the jungle gym, and carried her to the picnic table. As Kristie kicked and screamed, Marleen pulled her over lap and began spanking her very hard on the seat of her jeans. She spanked her for about 30 seconds, during which the little girl cried and wailed the whole time.
When the spanking was over, Marleen told Kristie to sit on the picnic table bench until she stopped crying. She also informed the girl that she would have some time standing in the corner when we got home.
I was amazed. I had been spanked by my parents and my aunt before, but those spankings were always done in private. I had never seen or imagined a grown-up giving a child an over-the-knee spanking in a public setting like that. Although there was no-one else using the playground at the time, I’m sure that people driving by on the road must have noticed.
