A Memorable Piece

Dear readers, I am going to start this off with a letter dealing with spanking that I found on line many many years ago and that still turns me on in some peculiar way. I am going to give you the letter in its’ entirety, and then add my comments at the end. I believe the letter first appeared on a web site that was devoted to spanking and was identified only as Letter No. 10. Here it is, in its’ entirety.

Ralph’s Aunt

Dear Editor:

My parents were divorced when I was 12. Since my mother had a
drinking problem, I lived with my aunt until I was 17. She was a big
dominant woman whose husband had deserted her. She had a negative
attitude towards males and took it out on me.
She believed in many radical health treatments and especially that
the bowels should be moved daily and irrigated at least once a week,
more frequently if necessary. She also was a firm believer in spanking
as a method of “behavior modification,” so every week she gave me a
soapy cleansing enema, often combined with a very painful spanking
with her antique wooden hairbrush. I hated these treatments, which
only encouraged her to continue the practice.
Although she had two enema bags, she usually used a bulb type
enema syringe which was kept on top of the medicine cabinet, next to
the Vaseline and her special enema soap made from cocoa butter.
She served all kinds of health foods which I was required to eat,
or else. Most of them were vile tasting, but I ate them rather than
endure the “nutrient” enema she would give me which consisted of fruit
and vegetable juices retained for an hour. The “nutrient” enemas were
often followed by a harsh hairbrush spanking, inevitably followed by
a period of time in the corner displaying my discolored bottom,
giving me even more reason to try to finish all my health foods.
My aunt liked to impress the neighborhood women and her friends
at the office with her sternness. So she often gave me spankings and
enemas while people were visiting. I dreaded lying across her lap with
my bottom bared while strangers watched me being paddled and/or
irrigated. Her guests then had the opportunity to view me in the corner
of the living room or kitchen for up to an hour, still naked except for my
shirt. My nose had to be touching the wall, and my bottom had to me
sticking out, facing the room with my legs spread about a foot.
If I was being spanked and irrigated in the presence of neighbor
ladies or co workers, my Aunt practiced an especially humiliating finale
to her punishment.