STORY.67 
The Master Chris Collection 
LETTER TO THE EDITOR
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Dear Sir:

	I have read your magazine with some interest over the
past months. I was first introduced to your fine publication
while visiting my brother and sister-in-law's home. I spotted a
copy in the night table of the guest room where I was staying.
When I asked my brother Bob about it, he told me that he and his
wife were firm believers in corporal punishment and that their
three daughters had been punished that way for years. During my
stay I got to see Carol, their 15 year old put over her mother's
knee for an old-fashioned over-the-knee bare-bottomed spanking.
Afterwards while Carol stood in the corner of the room with her
panties and jeans still around her ankles, Mary (my sister-in-
law) told me some more of how the children were punished. I got
very aroused while Mary was telling me about the various
punishments meted out and later that night, the mental images of
it were vivid in my mind as I brought myself to a fabulous
orgasm with my fingers.

	I should tell you a little about myself. I am a 34 year
old computer consultant; single with short blond hair and a
figure that I keep in shape through aerobics. I was spanked on
the bare by my parents until I was 18 when I moved out on my
own. The punishments I received were very straightforward, quite
unlike some of the punishments Mary had described.

	About 3 months later, Mary and Bob called to see if I
would be willing for Janice, their eldest, to visit for a couple
of weeks. Apparently the family was going on vacation and Janice
had to stay behind for some exams at school. Since we only live
a few miles apart, I was the easiest place for her to stay. I
replied that I'd be happy to have her. I made sure the guest
room was cleaned out for Janice's arrival that weekend. On the
Saturday morning, Mary called to let me know that Janice was on
the train and would be here in an hour or so.

	"Now remember Sue," she said "if Janice gives you any
trouble while she's with you, you have our full permission to
punish her as you see fit. Janice gets punished about once a
week on average so I wouldn't be surprised if you have to turn
her over your knee while she's there." A chill shot up my spine
at Mary's words. The thought of a naked seventeen year-old bent
over my lap for a spanking had me soaked in moments.

	The first few days passed uneventfully. Janice, at 17,
was fun to have around and the apartment was certainly more
alive for her presence. On the fourth day of her stay however,
that all changed.

	I had set a couple of simple rules for Janice while she
was visiting. There were to be no boys in the house while I
wasn't there, Janice would have to let me know where to reach
her when she was out in the evening and she had to be back no
later than eleven o'clock each night.

	Thursday night I returned home from work to find no
Janice and no note saying where she was. I was a little
irritated but my irritation turn to outright worry when she
still wasn't home by nine o'clock. At 9:15, Janice walked
through the door as though everything was wonderful. One look at
my face and she realized it was not.

	"I though we had an arrangement about letting me know
where you'd be in the evening." I said.

	Janice looked a little worried. "I'm sorry Aunt Sue, I
was studying at school and I must have forgot."

	"Well I've been worried sick here Janice. I was just
about to call the police!" Janice's face turned pale as she
realized how upset I was. "What do your parents do with you when
you don't keep the ground rules?" I asked quietly.

	"They p-p-punish me." quivered Janice.

	"Well I'm going to do the same." I said. "Go to you room
and get ready for bed. I'll come and see you in your room in a
few minutes."

	Janice was trembling slightly as she walked out of the
living room. I gave her about 10 minutes to think about it
before following her. On the way to the guest room, I picked up
my hairbrush from my vanity. Mary had told me that the girls
usually got spanked with a leather strap but I figured my brush
would do the job for this evening.

	As I walked into Janice's room I caught my breath. I had
expected to see her in her usual nightclothes sitting on the bed
waiting for me but she was not. Instead, she was standing in the
very corner of the room facing away from me. Her nose was
pressed right into the corner. Janice had changed into a lacy
baby-doll nightgown that I hadn't seen before. Aside from that,
she wore nothing. Her hands were holding the nightgown tight,
high up her waist leaving her lower back and her buttocks
completely bare to my gaze.

	My pussy seemed to clutch at the sight and I could feel
myself getting very slippery and very hot. I sat down on the end
of the bed and didn't say anything for a moment. I could see
Janice was also breathing quickly and I remembered that Mary had
told me that both older girls often got aroused at some point
during their punishments. I shook my head and tried to pull
myself back to the issue at hand.

	"Alright Janice, come over here." I said. Janice turned
and walked right over to me. She stopped about two feet away and
waited. Her nightie was still being held up high on her waist
and her pussy was now in plain view. There was surprisingly
little hair covering her mons and what was there was pale blond
leaving a clear view of her puffy outer lips. Although Janice's
head was hanging down, I could see she was blushing furiously at
being so exposed to me like this for the first time. I started
to understand Mary's belief that embarrassment was an effective
and essential part of every punishment. The baby-doll was so
sheer that I could clearly see the outline of her nipples which
were both dark pink and very erect.

	"Over my knee, Janice." I instructed. Janice was quick
to do so, relieved, perhaps that her pussy and breasts were now
hidden from view.

	I felt her body rest over my knee and adjusted her
slightly so that her bottom was well placed. I could feel her
breasts hanging down against my nyloned left leg and the
sensation made me even hotter.

	"Ok Janice, now why are you being punished?" I asked.

	"Because I didn't follow instructions. I'm really
sorry." she answered.

	"Alright, given it's your first infraction here, I'm
just going to give you a spanking," Janice seemed to uncoil with
relief, "but make no mistake. Your mother told me in great
detail how you're punished at home and I won't hesitate to
punish you 'fully' if you don't follow my simple ground rules."

	With that, I started spanking Janice with my hand.
Alternating from one pale buttock to the other. It was the first
spanking I had ever given! Janice's bottom was very pink and she
was squirming when I paused to pick up the hairbrush.

	Without pause I rained a series of sharp smacks over the
already hot cheeks. Janice cried out again and again and her
feet kicked out like someone swimming the breast stroke as I
completed the punishment. With her kicking like that, I had a
perfect view of her nether regions from her light brown anus all
the way to her pink inner pussy lips that yawned open wetly
every timed she kicked.

	After about fifteen spanks to each buttock I put the
hairbrush down. Janice was crying quietly as she hung, limp,
over my lap. I rested my hand on her buttocks that were now hot
to the touch.

	"Now, are you going to follow the rules?"

	"Yes" replied Janice in a very contrite voice.

	"Alright then, get back into the corner and think about
why you've been punished." I said

	Janice shuffled back to the corner and hitched her
nightie back up her waist now displaying two bright red buttocks
that contrasted sharply with her brown tan line. I left the room
very hot myself. I gave Janice another ten minutes to compose
herself before I poked my head back into the room. I was happy
and a little thrilled that she was still waiting, submissively
pressed into the corner.

	"Ok Janice, you can go to bed now."

	A few minutes later there was a timid knock on my door.
I had a copy of your magazine open to one of the pages of a girl
bent over an older woman's lap with her buttocks all red from a
spanking. At the sound of the knock, I immediately stuffed it
under the covers. Then I pulled it back out and left it lying on
the bedspread as I answered, "Come in."

	Janice walked into my bedroom now wearing the T-Shirt I
usually saw her wear to bed. "Aunt Sue, I just wanted to say I'm
sorry for what I did and that I know I deserved that spanking.
I'll try to be good for the rest of the time I'm here."

	I stood up and gave her a big hug and told her I hoped
she was good for the rest of her stay too. As Janice turned to
leave I saw her catch a glimpse of the magazine on the bed and
the full-page picture that it was open to. Her eyes got a little
wider and I heard a tiny gasp before she left to go to bed.

	I was so aroused that as soon as she had closed the door
behind her I was touching myself. It only took a few short
minutes before I was thrashing about in the hottest orgasm I
could ever remember.

	For over a week Janice was a model guest but on the last
Friday night of her stay she broke the rules again, this time
quite seriously.

	Janice had asked to borrow my car to go to a friend's to
'study'. She promised to return by 11:00pm so I figured it
wouldn't be a problem. I got the number of her friend Barbara
and went out on my own to catch a movie. I was back at 10:00 and
waited up for Janice. She wasn't home at 11:00 and at 11:30 I
called Barbara's. Barbara's mother answered right away and said
that neither girl was there and if I found them to let her know
right away because Barbara was out past her curfew. Barbara's
mother volunteered that Barbara's behind was likely to suffer
the consequences as her father was upset at her being out late.
Apparently they had both gone to a party and had not left the
phone number.

	It was close to 1:00am when Janice finally returned and
by then I was steamed. I was ready to put her over my knee right
away for a repeat performance of the previous week's punishment.
I figured I'd spank her completely nude this time and frankly I
was kind of looking forward to it. When Janice actually walked
in the door, however, I immediately changed my plans.

	Janice was drunk, really drunk. Her words were slurred
and she stumbled as she walked. When she walked into the room,
her eyes went wide as she saw me.

	I cut her off as she tried to explain. "Did you drive
home?" I asked. Janice nodded miserably. I ticked off the
infractions on my fingers as I listed them. "One, you lied to
me. I called Barbara's mother and found out that you weren't
even there. Two, you didn't let me know where you were. Three,
you're late. Four, you've been drinking and are obviously drunk.
And five, you've been driving while intoxicated which is, over
course, illegal

	l!" Janice's head hung down in misery. She knew she was
in for it.

	"Go to bed Janice. Sleep it off but make no mistake.
Tomorrow morning you're going to get punished properly for this
misbehaviour.

	Janice stumbled down the corridor to her room and I
started thinking about what I'd do in the morning.

	 Saturday morning I was up early. By now my anger had
dissipated and all that was left was my excitement at the
punishment Janice had coming. I poked my head into her room but
she was sound asleep. I figured she wouldn't wake for at least
two of hours. I pulled on some sweats and jumped in the car. I
had a couple of purchases to make.

	I was back in less than an hour and a quick check
ensured that Janice was still asleep. It was almost 11 o'clock
when she finally woke up. In her usual long T-Shirt, obviously
somewhat hung over, she shuffled down the corridor to the
kitchen where I was enjoying my second cup of coffee.

	On seeing me Janice seemed to wake up a little. "I'm
sorry about last night Aunt Sue." she said

	"So am I Janice but don't think that will get you out of
the punishment you have coming."

	Janice gulped and blushed. "I guess I deserve it." she
said meekly.

	"I certainly think so." I said, "Now get into the
bathroom and get showered and cleaned up. I'll expect to see you
in the corner of the living room in fifteen minutes naked as a
jaybird.

	"Yes Ma'am." said Janice as she scurried off to the
bathroom.

	It was just a little less than fifteen minutes later
that I saw a naked blond go past the kitchen door toward the
living room. I let her wait a few more minutes. When I walked
into the living room, Janice was standing in the corner as
instructed. Her pretty buttocks, accentuated by her dark tan
lines were on display.

	I sat down on the chair in the middle of the room and
had Janice come over to me. She stood in front of me and,
unasked, spread her feet shoulder width apart and then clasped
her hands behind her head. Mary had told me about this position.
I lectured her for a couple of minutes while I drank in the view
of Janice's submissively offered body. Her breasts were pulled
up and tight to her chest but the dark pink nipples stuck way
out betraying her arousal. I knew the feeling. My own nipples
were so hard they ached.

	I put the naked girl over my knee and started with a
hairbrush spanking. Janice was squirming by the time I was done.
When I stopped I kept her over my knee. Janice hung there,
submissive to whatever would happen next. "You know that you're
going to be 'fully' punished?" I asked her.

	"Yes Ma'am." she answered quietly.

	I reached behind me and picked up the jar of vaseline I
had strategically placed there.

	Janice gasped as I placed the jar of the small of her
back. I'm sure she knew exactly what it was. I dipped the
forefinger of my right hand deep into the jar and pulled it out
covered in the clear petroleum jelly. I reached over with my
left hand and gently rested it on Janice's hot buttocks. I
rubbed up and down for a moment and then, using the thumb and
forefinger of my left hand, I spread her cheeks wide open to
reveal the light brown crinkled opening. For a moment, I did
nothing, letting the tension build. Janice began clenching and
releasing her anus, letting it 'wink' at me despite herself. I
brought my right forefinger down and rested the tip, covered in
the cool vaseline on the center of her anus. Janice gasped at
the sensation. I left it there a moment. I then started pushing
it in, slowly, as far as I could reach.

	I watched Janice's toes curl in as my finger pushed deep
into her rectum. Once it was all the way in, I held it there a
moment before twisting it slowly back and forth. Janice
whimpered in embarrassment. I pulled my finger all the way out
and added more vaseline before sliding it back in. I wanted to
be sure that she was completely lubricated.

	Janice was trembling slightly as I finally pulled my
finger out her. From my vantage point I had a perfect view of
all her charms. I leaned over slightly and I could see that her
teenage pussy lips were swollen and puffy. They had spread apart
slightly and I could see the pink inner lips were completely
soaked. I was sure mine were the same.

	I kept her buttocks spread as I reached back to grasp
something that had hitherto only been used on me.

	Mary had explained that the humiliation of having her
bottom examined and spread open was often the most effective
told in keeping Janice in check.

	I had retrieved a special rectal dildo from my own night
table that morning. The plastic device was not too large but it
had an odd shape, getting wider at the middle before narrowing
down to a small neck and then flaring out to a wide base. Once
inserted, the dildo acted as a rectal plug, unable to be pushed
out or pulled in. Janice's sphincter would try in vain to close
on the long narrow neck of the device. Mary had told me that had
used a similar device during punishments in the past.

	Janice jumped a little as the tip of the cool plastic
touched her anus, still slick with the sheen of the petroleum
jelly. I nudged the tip into her and then started moving the
plug in and out in ever-lengthening strokes. Within moments
Janice was gasping with ever stroke. At each push, her knees
would spread wide.

	As the thickest part spread her anal ring wide, she
whimpered. I held it there a moment, then pushed it home,
letting her own muscles pull the device deep into her. Janice's
breathing was short and shallow now at the various sensations
running through her.

	Leaving the plug deep in her body, I now stood Janice
up. Her face was flushed with embarrassment partly, perhaps,
because she knew there was more to come.

	Taking her by the arm, I walked the naked teen over to
the back of my leather couch. I had placed a couple of towels
over the back of the coach which was conveniently at hip height.
I had Janice bend over them to rest her head on the cushions.
Her hips were still a little high but spreading her feet wide
apart handled that.

	The sight of Janice in this incredibly submissive
position was making me very hot. Her still-red buttocks were
sticking way up in the air with the base of the rectal plug
poking up between them. Walking around to the front, her blond
hair was hanging down to spread across the cushions. Her round
breasts with their hard nipples were pressed flat against the
black leather couch.

	"Now don't you move until you're given permission, young
lady." I instructed.

	"Yes Ma'am" said Janice meekly.

	I walked out of the room and into the bathroom to get
the next part of Janice's punishment ready.

	"You know Sue, the thing that is most effective as a
punishment is a good old-fashioned enema." Mary had told me.

	"If we're going to give one of the girls an enema, it's
always after a good hard spanking. We'll expose their bottoms,
lubricate them thoroughly and leave them in a tail up, head down
position for awhile to remind them of the trouble they've gotten
themselves into."

	While on my errands that morning, I had stopped by the
pharmacy. There were several choices when it came to enema
equipment. Rather than the conventional bag and tube, I had
chosen a douche syringe. The nozzle had been longer and thicker
than either the regular nozzle or the rectal syringe.

	I filled a basin with warm water and brought it and the
douche nozzle back to the living room. Janice was still bent
over the couch, her feet resting wide apart.

	I set the basin down behind her and filled the bulb of
the douche with it. Then I reached up and grasped the end of the
rectal plug still lodged in Janice's pretty bottom. Before
pulling it from her, I couldn't resist twisting it through a
full circle of rotation. Janice gasped out loud as I did so.
Very gently, I pulled the rectal plug from her. Her anus closed
slowly as it left her, clenching as though missing the rear
penetrator.

	I reached down and picked up the douche syringe with my
right hand and covered the tip with yet more vaseline. As I had
done with the plastic dildo, I touched the tip to her tight anus
then slid the whole nozzle home. I saw that Janice was holding
her breath, waiting for what was sure to come next.

	I squeezed the large bulb firmly, letting the water
force its way up deep into her bowels. I heard Janice moan and
whimper in abject humiliation as her most private area was
flooded with water. Again and again, I pulled the long nozzle
from her and refilled it only to reinsert its full length back,
deep into her rectum and insert more warm water.

	By the time I was done, Janice had received almost 3
quarts of water and was visibly uncomfortable. I pulled the
nozzle from her for the last time and picked the plug back up.
Again, I inserted the rectal plug, but with all the attention
her bottom had received, this time it slid in easily.

	I stood up and took my time putting the basin back in
the bathroom and cleaning the douche syringe. When I got back to
the living room, Janice was squirming uncomfortably and moaning
over the couch. I sat down in a chair behind her and simply
watched.

	It was quite an incredible sight. Her bare bottom was
sticking up, her buttocks spread naturally wide open. The end of
the rectal plug was sticking up erotically between them. I
watched her bottom wriggling back and forth as the water that
had been inserted deep into her worked its way through her
bowels.

	Now I stood up and picked up the short leather strap I
had found that morning. The first strokes were light, but within
a moment or two, I was delivering short sharp smacks to each
cheek. Janice's buttocks had faded in color somewhat but the
strap brought back their blush with a vengeance. Within a
minute, Janice was crying outright as I burned her bottom with
the strap.

	As soon as it had started it was over. I put the strap
down and waited for a few moments for Janice to compose herself.
Then I had her stand up. I took her by the arm and led her to
the bathroom. She was able to walk only in short steps and her
face was completely flushed with embarrassment. Her face was wet
with her tears of the punishment. I wasn't sure if they were
tears of pain or embarrassment but I suppose it doesn't matter.

	I placed Janice over the toilet and had her bend over. I
reached down and tugged the plug from her. She plopped down to
the toilet and started releasing the enema despite her
humiliation at doing so in front of me.

	I left her alone to finish voiding the full enema. I was
sitting in the living room when Janice, returned and, without
asking, went back to the corner of the room to stand there.

	I left here there another ten minutes before finally
telling her that the punishment was over.

	Janice turned around and started back down to her room
then she turned and came back to me. Throwing her arms around my
neck she said, "I'm sorry for what I did and thank you for
punishing me Aunt Sue. I know I deserved it."

	I hugged her back. "I hope it makes you remember to be a
good girl from now on Janice." I said.

	"I won't forget this in a hurry she giggled."

	"Alright I said, go and get dressed." I gave her a light
tap on the behind as she headed down the hall.

	I headed down to my room myself. I closed the door
behind me and pulled my sweats off. The rectal plug that had
filled Janice was sitting on my nightstand next to the vaseline.
I dipped the plug deep into the vaseline and then bent over the
bed on all fours. I slipped my hands between my legs, one of
them holding the plug. I teased the tip against my anus then
pushed, hard until I was as full as Janice had just been. The
sensation was almost too much for me.

	I reached up to my pussy with both hands. I was dripping
wet. With one hand I slid two fingers deep into my hot slit and
with the other, I started rubbing my hard clitoris. The most
incredible orgasm I've ever had hit me like a ton of bricks.

	Mary and Bob were fascinated by my tale of Janice's
punishment and made me tell them every detail. I know one thing
for sure, I'm a definite convert to corporal punishment.