Art by Bernie Lettick for National Lampoon.

This is the first of what might be some actual memoirs of my kinky adventures in youth and young adult. Like Dragnet (tv show) the names have been changed to protect my ass…not the innocent…that’s for sure. This story ONLY deals with spanking and no sexual situations since I was underage at the time. Ahem, she was not.

From the time I was fifteen to sixteen, I had a new “older sister.” My true older sister was married and off on her own but my family loosely adopted a girl of seventeen, Brenda. She was living alone with her aunt and was sorely lacking in parental involvement or example. We did a lot of things with her as part of us (my parents and I). We supported her in her gymnastics competitions and music. She was soon an integral part of my life.

Brenda was my ride to high school and things were great in the beginning since she was also pretty damned attractive plus getting to watch her in gymnastics was…quite enjoyable. She wasn’t the beanpole typically in gymnastics. I had a HUGE crush on her though she only ever treated me as a little brother.

The next year, things got a little more…dramatic. Brenda really began to relish to role of big sister and started to nag me, tease me, berate me, and all in front of shared friends in the music department and at church. This grated on me a lot…a…LOT. I was already feeling my dominant side from another story I might or might not tell. Suffices to say, an older woman had been giving me a great deal of confidence in the idea that some women liked a dominant male and one that smacked their ass once in a while.

My temper kettle kept getting ready to boil until the fateful day I gave my first real spanking. Brenda and I got out hair cut at the same family friend’s house. I’d get mine cut then she would wash her hair before getting hers cut. She had driven herself since my mom and I had an errand to run afterwards without Brenda. She was getting more than a haircut this time.

Well, the family friend who cut our hair was very practical and didn’t care which of her hair pins she used to pin back my hair as she cut it and I didn’t really care either. This time she had used pink hair pins. Brenda came into the kitchen and began to laugh, snort, and tease the hell out of me. It was then that my kettle had boiled over!

My fiendish, kinky, and already sadistic mind began to plot. After my hair cut, I went to “use the bathroom” to stall a bit longer before we left on our errand. When I heard Brenda begin to wash her hair, I came out to the kitchen. The family friend and my mom were talking in the driveway and no where to be seen!

Sneaking up behind Brenda, I did two things at the same time. I leaned down hard onto her lower back and also turned the water on full blast. She was sputtering and trying to breath plus I had good leverage on her. I had to have BOTH of these because, let’s be honest, she was a gymnast and could kick my ass from here to Sunday!

It happened to be two days after her eighteenth birthday so I used that as a beginning excuse to spank her. She was wearing thin, tight polyester slacks (late 70s) that offered no real protection. I spanked her the eighteen and one to grow on but I was just warming up to my task! I didn’t want to stop. Using my knowledge of being scolded myself during punishments as a young child, my cinema experience of John Wayne’s McClintock and the old musical Kiss Me Kate, I began to give her a spanking for being such a brat to me for the past year and a half.

I was explicit, I gave examples, and I punctuated them with my spanks. My hand was throbbing but I didn’t really care. She was making soft mewling noises and wriggling hard against my keep her in place. Her feet kicked on the floor but she didn’t get free.

Honestly, I don’t know how long it was. It seemed like several minutes but was probably only two minutes at the most. I stopped when I was getting too tired to hold her in place in anymore. I finished with a flurry then RAN!

Sauntering onto the driveway, I met up with my mom and said I was ready to go. I had hopes we’d be away before Brenda got loose. Nope. Out of the house storms a very angry, very wet, very red-faced young woman with death in her eyes. She grappled for my hands and began to pull me back into the house. I had no illusions what would happen there if she succeeded.

“Brenda!” My mom barked. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Brenda froze but didn’t let go. “He SPANKED me. He SPANKED me A LOT!! I’m taking him back inside to do the same to him!!!” She spat out.

At this time, my mother showed an uncomfortable understanding of me at that time. Looking in my eyes, she tilted her head, “Do you want to go back inside with Brenda?” She asked. Are you a switch, Son?

I will admit the thought of it had crossed my mind for a split-second but the rest of my brain knew I’d spend the rest of the school year and my life as Brenda’s Bitch if I let her have her way.

“No!” I emphatically replied.

My mom nodded once. “Get back in the house, Brenda. Now.”

“But…” She sputtered.

“Now, Brenda.” My mom’s voice took that pitch that meant you don’t mess unless you want worse than you just got, young lady.

Brenda growled, let go, stared daggers, and stalked inside.

Mom and I had a fairly frank discussion on the way to the store about why I’d done what I had. She listened to my reasoning and didn’t tell me I had done wrong. She did caution me against doing something like that ever again with Brenda or any of the girls my age.

“They won’t understand and you shouldn’t be teaching them.” She told me.

I’m fairly sure my mother was NOT a spanked wife BUT…Dad did have final say and final word, period. He was dominant but not in the right way. It only worked because my mother allowed it to work and Dad was none the wiser.

In the aftermath, the strangest thing happened. Two days later at church, Brenda tearfully apologized for her behavior to me. She admitted I had been right about how she’d been acting and she hoped I would forgive her. Brenda became a very sweet, loving, and helpful sister from that point on. She never again embarrassed me and even backed down to me in front of our friends on more than once occasion to show there’d been a change between us.

Sadly, she could never get over our age gap of nearly three years so while she was flattered by my crush she couldn’t return it. She did end up being my wing person a couple of times with girls my age and she gave me some good advice, too. I often wonder where she is now and how she is doing. We lost track of each other after I graduated and we moved the next day to a new state. (the reason for that is a whole different story).

The experience taught me several things. A well-placed, well-timed spanking can very much alter the behavior of a woman. I was a guy way ahead of his time which really, really stank for a few years. I thoroughly enjoyed the actual act of giving a full-blown spanking and not just dreaming of it. It’s when I began to realize I was a sadist.

Yes, I was a prodigy of wickedness and deviant behavior. 😉