LETTER FROM A STRICT MOM

BY MAX SMART

Note: This is a PRETEND reply letter to a treatise that Dr.
Simpson posted on proper discipline techniques. It describes
fairly severe corporal punishment of a teenage girl. For those
who are "strict" spankophiles, this story probably goes beyond
your interests, and I advise you not to read it. This story is
COMPLETELY fantasy and intended only for the enjoyment of readers
who enjoy reading about this sort of thing. Please don't read
further if this type of thing is not to your taste. I do not
intend to endorse or suggest that anyone should in reality be
treated this way by anyone, and I am in fact against all forms of
non- consensual corporal punishment for anyone, children or
adults.

Actually, Dr. Simpson just summarized the article, and I'll
summarize his summary. The article singled out the birch rod as
the instrument of choice, finding various faults with paddles,
straps and canes. It recommended that the subject be restrained
in such a way as to provide easy access to the naked buttocks and
so as to cause the buttocks to be spread as much as possible,
thus giving access to "all areas" of the subject's bottom. The
article recommended a very systematic approach to ensure that all
areas of the bottom received equal treatment. The approach was to
start at the far left and gradually move toward the center and
then all the way to the right (for a righty). It also recommended
using vertical, rather than horizontal, strokes to discipline the
area between the cheeks, and in fact suggested that the
disciplinarian might linger in this area, depending on how
"shameful" the subject's misbehavior had been. The article *did*
caution against allowing the blows to reach the genitals of the
subject, but apparently the anus was deemed fair game. One more
thing. I don't believe Dr. Simpson's summary said anything about
the discipline being discussed being for any particular age
group, but for the purpose of the following FANTASY letter, I am
pretending that the article was about the discipline of teens. In
fact since I only read the Dr. Simpson posting once I probably
have some other details wrong as well.

Letter From A Strict Mom

Dear Friend,

I read with interest your article on your recommended method of
disciplining teens. I came upon it at an interesting time because
my husband and I were just about reaching the end of our rope in
attempting to deal with our 15 year old daughter Nancy. She had
become just about unmanageable and seemed to get worse by the
day. We had tried everything we could think of including long
periods of grounding, without success. We had never used corporal
punishment, but were gradually coming to the opinion that it was
our last resort. However, we had no idea how to go about it! Then
I saw your article, showed it to my husband, and, to make a long
story short, proceeded to put it into practice as best we could.
We thought you might like to hear of our experience.

After reading your article we did a little more research,
learning about various other methods of disciplining naughty
youngsters, such as handspanking, strapping, paddling, or caning.
All of these seemed to have appeal, but we felt that things had
come to such a pass with Nancy that only a "short, sharp shock"
of some severity would have any affect on her. We found an
article on the construction of birches and proceeded to try our
hands at it. Fortunately there are a number of birch trees on our
property and we had the luxury of trying various types and sizes
of twigs. After six or seven attempts we came up with a birch
that looked as if it might make a teenager girl take serious
notice. It was wonderfully thick and each twig was liberally
adorned with sharp buds. My husband generously offered to give me
a couple of swishes with it on my bare bottom, which I accepted
with trepidation. My goodness! What a smart! And only from two
strokes! I didn't need or want anymore convincing! My bottom
burned and stung and was covered with many fine red lines and
darker marks where the buds had bit cruelly. We were confident
that Nancy was in for an experience that she would not want to
repeat anytime soon, and, I might add, one that she richly
deserved. We constructed another birch which was at least as
formidable as the first one, and then we made one more - a
delicate, light rod - short, thin and graceful, with only 8 thin
twigs, from which I carefully removed all of the hard buds.

Your article suggested an appropriate and useful restraint
posture for the "subject", as you so quaintly refer to the
naughty culprit, but didn't go into detail as to how to achieve
this. My husband needed only a couple of hours to put felt
padding on the top bar of one of his sawhorses and to attach
restraining straps to the bottoms of each of the four legs. This
might be a little small for a taller girl, but Nancy is only
5'3", so we estimated that it would work fine, especially since
her legs would be spread wide apart, thus further reducing the
height of her pelvis, which was ideally supposed to rest on the
padded top bar. My husband also fixed the sawhorse to the floor
of his workshop so that there would be no danger of it tipping
over if Nancy struggled a great deal. I have to admit that I
secretly hoped that she WOULD struggle a great deal. I'm afraid I
was quite put out with her.

I was especially put out with her for the following reason. We
had just found out that Nancy had been stealing the lunch money
of her little brother Timmy, who is only 12 years old, for the
past month. He had been afraid to tell us because Nancy had
threatened that she would "de-pants" him at school in front of
his classmates if he told! In fact, he was sure she wasn't
bluffing because she had once "de- pantsed" him (including his
underwear) in front of several of her girlfriends and made him
dance for them. Then they had taken turns tweaking his penis!
This was, needless to say, appalling to us. We decided that it
would only be fair if Timmy got to witness Nancy's comeuppance,
and perhaps even partake in it. It was also only fair for him to
get to see her "de-pantsed", since she had done the same to him.

To jump to the conclusion, let me give you my most heartfelt
thanks. The treatment worked wonders. Nancy's behavior (once she
recovered from her discipline) has improved tremendously. Of
course it's not perfect, and we suspect that we may have to
repeat the treatment again one day, as a kind of "booster"; but
we are confident that we now have an effective means of managing
Nancy.

Nancy is a pretty girl, with blond "valley girl" looks and
mannerisms. She has quite a voluptuous figure for her age, with
well developed bust and hips. She can get very pouty and whiny
when she doesn't get her way, and seems to be able to produce
crocodile tears on demand that on occasion in the past had
managed to fool her father into giving her her way. This hadn't
been working so much lately, however, because he had been getting
so annoyed with her behavior. As I mentioned above, she had never
received any kind of physical discipline up to the episode under
discussion.

It was also the case that she had not been naked in front of her
father in about five years. This was of course a proper state of
affairs, and we certainly subscribe to conventional ideas of
decorum and feminine modesty. However we have come to believe,
partly thanks to your very informative article, that when a young
culprit crosses a certain line in terms of repeated bad behavior,
he or she forfeits any right to modesty or dignity when it comes
to his or her punishment for that behavior. We assume that you
will concur with us in this opinion. In fact your insistence that
the buttocks of the "subject" should be bare and "well spread"
makes me sure that you would agree with us in this matter.

On the fateful evening that I will describe we confronted Nancy
with her most recent offense when she entered the dining room for
dinner. Her response was at first denial and then defiance,
neither of which helped her case, let me tell you. My husband and
I were not in the mood for wasting time with idle talk and
argument. We quickly grabbed her, to her great surprise, and,
with little Timmy's help, managed with amazingly little
difficulty to drag her into the workshop. Nancy was yelling
bloody murder, but it didn't much matter because we live in a
fairly isolated rural error, out of earshot of the nearest
neighbor. By the way, supper wasn't getting cold - we hadn't
really planned on having dinner until after we had dealt with our
young bad girl.

While my husband and I held Nancy reasonably immobile (me holding
her arms and him holding her legs) Timmy proceeded to unbutton,
unsnap, untie and unzip wherever it was strategically useful. You
see, Nancy was to be stripped naked, which we realize was not
called for in your article. We are interested in your opinion of
this. In this particular case we felt it was appropriate because
of Nancy's offense toward poor Timmy. She had "de- pantsed" him
in front of her girlfriends, which for a boy was equivalent to
exposing "all he had". Thus it seemed only fair that Nancy would
be showing "all she had" to the offended party - Timmy. Timmy, by
the way, was almost beside himself with enjoyment and excitement.
He was about to get a most exquisite revenge for a serious wrong,
plus he was about to get a real life lesson in female anatomy. It
was a red-letter day for him!

Nancy struggled, yelled and threatened during all of this. We
paid no attention to her. When her clothes started coming off
with an efficiency that must have seemed wondrous to her, her
tone began to change and she occasionally interspersed her
threats and demands with a plea for mercy. Again we paid no
attention. When she was reduced to a well stuffed bra and skimpy
pink panties she began to beg us to not expose her naked. "Not in
front of Timmy! Not in front of Daddy! Please!" Her pleas were to
no avail.

Finally we had everything off and Nancy was exposed to the world
- our small world. Timmy's eyes were as big as saucers as he
unabashedly let them rove up and down, from Nancy's full,
upstanding breasts with their large reddish brown aureoles and
nipples down her belly to her cunt, with it's light covering of
blond hair. Nancy blushed furiously and cried from embarrassment.

She seemed to become demoralized at this development and
temporarily ceased struggling, which was fortunate for us because
it made it easier for us to get her bent over the saw horse and
to get her wrists and ankles securely strapped to the legs of the
horse. Wonderfully, it was a perfect fit and the effect seemed to
be just what your article recommended, namely, "subject's" bottom
was bare and well presented, and the cheeks were well spread,
giving access (as well as quite a view!) of all areas of the
bottom. Of course a "side" effect of this was that her young,
plump, succulent pussy was also on public display.

Timmy and my husband seemed fascinated. I was gloating. Nancy was
weeping. Well, we would give her something to weep about in just
a bit!

As your article noted, with the buttocks well spread the overall
area of operations was quite large indeed and it seemed like it
might take quite a few strokes to achieve the complete "coverage"
that you recommend.

I removed the two heavier birches from their salt water bath. I
shook them well, scattering water droplets in all directions.
Then I doused each birch liberally with an anti-bacterial agent,
with the dual purpose of, one, reducing the risk of infection in
the places where the skin might become raw or even broken, and,
two, of increasing the burning sting in those very places.
Actually I was aware that the salt water bath was also supposed
two have these twin effects, but I wanted to make sure of both!
As I have mentioned, I really was QUITE put out with Nancy.

We took the liberty of adding another "enhancement" to the
procedure presented in your article. Since I am right handed and
my husband is left handed, we decided to birch Nancy together at
the same time, with each of us taking the buttock that was in
most easy reach. Thus I stood to Nancy's left in preparation to
whip towards the center and my husband did the same from the
right. We placed a comfortable chair directly behind Nancy for
Timmy to sit in. It provided a very enlightening view for the
youngster. You might call it a "box" seat! Timmy seemed to be in
heaven. His eyes were riveted to the vista before him.

I took care to remind Nancy that it was her "de-pantsing" of her
brother that was responsible for her current embarrassing
predicament. And I took pleasure, I must admit, in making sure
she realized (which she probably already did) what an interesting
view Timmy was getting. This seemed to have the effect of making
Nancy's sobbing even more bitter, and I thought I could detect a
fruitless attempt on Nancy's part to close her legs and clench
her bottom cheeks together, hoping, I guessed, to somewhat
diminish the scope of the view that she was offering Timmy.

My husband and I commenced the birching. We applied severe
strokes right from the start. Right away Nancy seemed to be
finding this new experience to be not at all to her taste. At
first she responded with little exclamations of "Ah!" "Owww!"
"Don't! That hurts!" while the first sets of fine red lines began
appearing on the sides of her lovely white tush. As the strokes
progressed and we and the twigs began moving closer to Nancy's
central area, Nancy's reactions became more intense. She began
yelling loudly with each blow, or double blow, and moaning and
crying loudly between them as well as begging for us to stop,
when she could find her voice. She was starting to writhe about
quite a bit, her lovely large boobs swinging about like
pendulums. We also noticed that the outside parts of her bottom,
which had received the ends of the twigs on the initial blows,
were continuing to be bombarded with the "bodies" of the twigs
and thus were becoming quite raw indeed, with tiny droplets of
blood appearing in one or two places. We stopped briefly and
discussed this. We decided that, while our intent was not to draw
blood, perhaps a little bit of broken skin was really unavoidable
if the girl was really going to get her well-deserved punishment.
We continued remorselessly and systematically, to thoroughly
birch Nancy's blooming bottom.

Having covered all of Nancy's now squirming, writhing bottom,
except for the sensitive area between her cheeks, with a confused
mass of red lines and puffy weals, but without having exhausted
our birches, my husband and I again conferred. We felt that
Nancy's extreme naughtiness required that she receive somewhat
more birching from us, but we didn't want to cause further damage
to the red and purple mess that was now her buttocks. Thus we
decided finish up with a thorough treatment to the backs and
insides of her delicate thighs.

Nancy seemed to dislike this even more, if possible, struggling
most desperately (putting on an entrancing show for young Timmy,
I'm sure, who could see just about everything, including the free
swinging boobs bouncing about) and almost roaring with agony. We
ignored her protests and proceeded to "paint" her thighs as
thoroughly as we could, with bold, sweeping, SNAPping strokes,
until her formerly pale thighs were a fitting match for her
bottom - red and purple again being the dominant theme of the
color scheme, all up and down the backs and insides from just
above her knees to just under her exposed and slightly pouting
pussy. We stopped and contemplated the interesting spectacle
before us, listening with satisfaction to her heartrending cries
of "I'm dying! I'm dying! You're killing me! Ohhhh, it
hur-r-r-r-ts!"

It finally seemed as if we were getting through to the dear girl,
and I now felt confident that Nancy had been sufficiently
punished for her bad behavior.

And Timmy? Quiet as a mouse he was, eyes on the prize, his heavy
breathing giving evidence of his excitement and enthrallment.

Now we realize that in your article you recommended not being shy
about punishing the sensitive areas between the bottom cheeks. In
fact you took the trouble of suggesting a technique, and
recommended that the amount of attention given to this area
should be dependent to some extent on just how "shameful" the
"subject's" actions had been. You must be wondering if we had
decided to ignore this particular bit of advice, since I have
just said that at this point I felt that Nancy had been
sufficiently punished.

Please have no such fear. To be more clear, what I should have
said was that I now felt that Nancy stood even as to her debt to
my husband and me for all of the anguish she had put us through,
and that we felt that she now had an extremely strong incentive
to mend her behavior in the future. That squirming, wriggling,
swollen, red and purple, slightly bleeding expanse of skin before
us was going to be very sore for quite a while!

However, we still felt that the matter of Nancy's offense to
Timmy remained to be settled, and we felt that it was best
settled between Timmy and Nancy.

I solemnly informed Nancy that her father and I felt that she was
now sufficiently punished for her offenses toward us. Nancy gave
a small sigh of relief amid her bitter sobbing and moaning, along
with a whispered, "Oh, thank God!", almost to herself. I must be
a natural disciplinarian, because I must admit I took great
pleasure in crushing this small hope of relief with my next
statement. I informed her that it was now Timmy's turn to punish
her for her treatment of him.

Nancy's and Timmy's reactions couldn't have been more different.
For Nancy's part, I honestly believe that in her agony she had
completely forgotten that her hated little brother had been
enjoying her humiliation and agony from the catbird seat. Now
that she was reminded of his presence, I feel sure that her sense
of mortification rushed back into her consciousness and took its
place beside the equally intense awareness of her intolerably
stinging and throbbing bottom and thighs and beside her sudden
new fear of more agony and indignity to come. Her moans and pleas
to be let off "just this once" and her promises to always be good
to us and to Timmy, were wonderful to hear.

Timmy, on the other hand, looked as if he'd been given that pony
he had been asking for so long. His eyes brightened. "Really,
mom? Can I whip her too? Oh, goody! I'll make her jump!" This was
clearly a great thrill to the little man.

At this point we feel the need to perhaps suggest that you might
add just a little bit of information to your suggestion of a
technique for punishing the area between the bottom cheeks. You
suggest lengthwise strokes, which of course makes sense, but you
neglect to say whether the strokes should be delivered with the
tip of the birch pointing "upward" that is toward the "subject's"
head, or "downward", toward the floor. Also, we found that with
Nancy in her current position, such that her bottom crack was
primarily oriented in a vertical direction, it would be awkward
to deliver strokes to the area. It was clear that it would be
better if Nancy's bottom could be oriented in a more horizontal
position, so that lengthwise strokes could be applied downward
from directly above.

We solved this latter problem through my husband's ingenuity.
Apparently he had already considered it, the sly dog! He detached
the strap on Nancy's right ankle from the leg of the sawhorse,
leaving the strap still firmly wrapped around her ankle. I then
realized that the straps were attached to clips on the sawhorse
legs, and that there was another set of clips about a foot
higher. He reattached the ankle to the higher clip and then
repeated the process with the other ankle. This had the amusing
effect of forcing Nancy to kind to poke out her ravaged
hindquarters. She moaned with her awareness of further
embarrassment. However, I didn't see that it solved our dilemma.
The target area was still not conveniently placed.

Then he went around to Nancy's front and, with each wrist,
detached it from the front leg and reattached it to the clip on
the sawhorse leg that her ankle had just been clipped to. Now his
scheme was clear. Basically, he had rotated our young culprit
forward about thirty degrees. Nancy's head was almost touching
the floor directly beneath the padded crossbar and, more to the
point, her bottom was rotated so that the dividing grove was much
closer to horizontal in orientation than vertical. It was much
more accessible to a natural birch stroke. Perhaps your readers
may be able to benefit from our method of solving this
difficulty. We certainly hope so!

One amusing side effect of this position was that Nancy's rather
sizable boobs now hung down in her face, which was getting quite
red, probably because of the blood rushing to it in this new and
probably somewhat uncomfortable position. Also, Nancy seemed to
dislike the position quite a bit and begged us to extricate her
from it.

Another side effect of Nancy's new position is that it is now
difficult to decide which side of the sawhorse should be
designated the "front" and which the "back". The side that we
previously would have called the back side was now the side that
Nancy was facing, and the "front" side was now where you could
see her back! It seems to be simplest to continue referring to
back and front as they were. That is, my husband and I had been
operating on Nancy from the back and the other side was the
front.

Now we must discuss with you our one real difference with you. It
is really a simple matter. You suggest that the area between the
well spread buttocks of the "subject" should be attended to more
or less at the disciplinarian's discretion, based on his or her
opinion on just how "shameful" the behavior of the "subject" has
been. But you also counsel that care must be taken to avoid any
blows striking the "subject's" genitals. Our finding, based on
simple anatomy and on simple experience, is this: if the anus
receives the kiss of the birch, it is very hard, if not
impossible, to avoid having the genitals also receive some
attention. The twigs are of different lengths. To some extent
each twig arranges itself as it will on the downstroke. In short,
they are a bit hard to control.

In addition to these difficulties, we found that, on reflection,
we had trouble seeing the point of your insistence on caution. It
seemed to us that the anus is just as sensitive and delicate an
organ as are the genitals, at least in girls. Why deem one to be
fair game and not the other? We certainly agreed with you in
principle that making use of the more sensitive areas of the
"subject's" anatomy to emphasize a point about particularly
reprehensible behavior could be extremely effective in leaving a
lasting memory and producing an immediate improvement in
behavior. We just couldn't understand your particular
distinction, not to mention the fact of the difficulty of
implementation.

Our solution? Well to put it colloquially, we decided that
Nancy's naughty little pussy as well as her bumhole must pay
their fair share of restitution for her bullying of poor Timmy,
particularly given the nature of her offense against him;
however, in view of the sensitive and delicate nature of the
areas in question it seemed obvious to us that they should not
receive strokes that were equivalent to what her buttocks and
thighs had received. Either a much lighter or less punishing
instrument must be used or else the strokes must be delivered
with much more restraint, or both. After all, we wanted to teach
Nancy a valuable lesson, but we didn't want to injure her! Now I
think you may be understanding the reason that we made the third,
more delicate, birch. It was meant to sting like the dickens
without doing serious damage. In addition, Timmy was only 12
years old and I felt sure that he wouldn't be delivering blows
with the force that we had.

We directed Timmy to deliver ten strokes, and to deliver them
"wherever he felt they would do the most good" . While saying
this I clearly outlined with my index finger the area that he was
to consider his "field of operations", taking care not to touch
Nancy and thus forewarn her. I included all of the sensitive skin
between Nancy's well spread bottom cheeks, including her
deliciously vulnerable little anus, which was now pointing
directly upward, as well as all of her well presented slightly
gaping pussy. We felt that it was only fair to give Timmy a
certain amount of leeway and control in the administration of
this phase of Nancy's punishment, since he was the injured party.
If he felt that some leniency was appropriate, he was free to
give it. If not...well...

I don't believe Nancy had the slightest idea exactly what she was
in for. She certainly knew from my husband's and my conversation
with Timmy that more punishment was coming to her, but I expect
that she was bracing for more pain in her throbbing bottom cheeks
or her aching, burning thighs. She was softly moaning "No more!
Please, no more! I'm sorry Timmy!" as I gave Timmy his
instructions.

Whatever. She certainly had no doubts after Timmy's first stroke,
which delivered from "behind" the poor girl and which seemed to
be centered right on her delicate rosebud. I'm afraid Timmy
surprised me a bit with the force of the stroke. It came down
with fairly serious speed and made quite a loud snap as it bit
into its target. I should have realized that Timmy's skill at
tennis would translate naturally into an effective birch stroke.
The previously untouched area between the cheeks of Nancy's
bottom were now decorated with a confusion of thin red lines. I
briefly consider telling Timmy to go a bit more lightly, but
after all the birch was a light one and Nancy had been VERY
bad...

Nancy's reaction to this was to scream like a banshee and
commence struggling desperately against her bonds. Timmy
delivered 5 forceful strokes in the same general area, each one
eliciting a louder scream from the "subject" than the previous
one. After the fifth one Timmy calmly walked around to the other
side of the screaming, jerking, bawling valley girl so that he
could deliver strokes from the opposite direction (the "front"),
but still parallel with the "groove". During this pause it was
clear that the area between Nancy's buttocks had clearly gotten
some serious attention, including her anus, which was now a
bright red. Not only that, but her pussy had clearly suffered as
well, at least the part that was nearest her bumhole.

Now came the sixth stroke. This one landed square on Nancy's
pussy so that the tips of the birch curled around and bit into
the exposed clitoris. If Nancy's scream before had been like a
banshee, now it was like a banshee in heat, almost deafening. Her
struggles to get loose were so violent that I was afraid that the
sawhorse would be pulled from its moorings. No such luck for
Nancy, though; my husband is good carpenter! Immediately the
plump pussy sported a set of fine red lines and became flushed.
Each of the next four strokes landed in the same area with
considerable force, each producing fearful screams and energetic
struggles and deepening the coloring on Nancy's little treasure.
It seemed impossible, but Nancy's scream with each stroke sounded
louder than the previous one.

As you may imagine, Nancy's color scheme for her rear quarters
was now much more pleasing. Her thighs and buttocks were a mass
of red and purpling stripes, weals and bruises, with the odd
little droplet or trickle of red blood here and there. The tender
central areas were not nearly as ravaged, but had been turned to
various shades of striped red, with occasional purple flecks
where the tips of the twigs had done their cruel work. Nancy
continued bawling and moaning loudly for a few minutes but
gradually the volume diminished into sobs and whimpers. And she
couldn't seem to keep still - restlessly her colorful
hindquarters continued a kind of grinding dance for our entranced
eyes. At this point I felt confident that a thorough reformation
was assured!

Just to make sure that the lesson really sank in (even though
there really wasn't much doubt), it was decided that Nancy would
be grounded for a week, and that she would remain naked from the
waist down at all times. In addition, Timmy was allowed the right
to pinch or hand slap Nancy's bottom or to goose her whenever he
felt like it. It turned out that he felt like it quite often!