In movies, public humiliation helps bring women out of their pretensions or hysterics. In life, it was sometimes too much to bear. In 1949, an 18-year-old woman who the previous year had been crowned “Miss New Orleans” was spanked by her new husband in a hotel lobby. The strange story made national headlines. “It Must Be Love” one paper captioned a photo of the spanking. At the time, the woman played it up herself, but eventually the humiliation got to her. A year later, she attempted suicide. “I felt that people were laughing at me,” she said. “I couldn’t hold up my head in public.”

Predicting your mood was a constant gamble. Our evening might have gone wrong if I hadn't strapped you." Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems." But sometimes they were punished in life. In 1934, the Hollywood press reported that Lupe Velez, spanked in Hot Pepper (1933) and Mexican Spitfire’s Blessed Event (1943), had been spanked off camera—by her director: “In the midst of some of her didoes, Director Van Dyke reached the end of his patience and grabbing Lupe, threw her across his knee and administered a good, old-fashioned spanking where it should be delivered. And Lupe was a good girl for the rest of the picture.” She was 25. Also, Spankmanuk, can you shed any light on the discrepancy between your memory of the spanking scene and Sir John's? It is interesting later when Lise is contemplating her future as a Mother herself that she simulates her thoughts by pretending to spank an imaginary child. That may explain why the spanking was added to this ballet, that going from being the spanked to the spankee signifies the transition from being a girl to womanhood that this ballet portrays. Just some of my thoughts.Please, Mr… Hank. I don’t want a spanking,” she bellowed, all hope of escape leaving her as his huge hand rested comfortably over her shivering curves.

When I completed my writing assignment and signed my name, Vera reviewed it and nodded with satisfaction. She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. For insecure men like this, it must have been comforting to watch movies such as West of the Pecos (1945), Beauty and the Bandit (1946), Stagecoach Kid (1949), On Moonlight Bay (1951), and The Guns of Fort Petticoat (1957), where the spankee doesn’t just assume the prerogatives of a man, but actually tries to pass as one. Each time, she gets her comeuppance, assuring the audience that such barrier-breaking women not only could be returned to their proper roles but also secretly wanted to be. (The girl in Beauty and the Bandit even requests a second spanking.) His kind choice had stung sense into her without great discomfort. She deserved whatever he prescribed. His moderate discipline drove her determination to support him with excellence tonight. I’ve never felt that Vera welcomed me into their family, or approved of me as a suitable husband for Lucille, despite our nearly 30 years of successful marriage. While Lucille had been a large, full-figured woman, Vera was shorter and almost slight of frame. Never married, she always wore a pinched look, at least whenever she was in my presence.She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom. Slight of stature Vera may be, but she is what would be called “wiry” in a man—strong and athletic in a compact frame. I managed to stifle further outcry for the next dozen spanks, but Vera was applying the paddle with at least as much authority as Lucille ever did. Eventually I could no longer keep my distress under control, and I began to beg and plead for her to stop. When this had no effect, I cried out and promised to mend my ways. The paddling proceeded unabated. I ultimately surrendered completely and lay sobbing in submission as Vera continued to apply spank after burning spank to my naked and defenseless bottom. I began a half-hearted attempt at straightening things up, but I couldn’t get into it, and I ended up sitting mindlessly on the couch in front of the TV for most of the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t anything interesting on, but it didn’t really matter. Five or six, you keep your jeans," he said, "three or four, you keep your panties, one or two, I paddle you bare. This roll counts towards your total swats." Standing, she rubbed her burning bare butt to ease its fiery sting. "God, I'm sorry. I've never been more sorry in all my life," she groaned. Pressing her sex against his obvious erection, she hugged him and said, "Thank you for paddling me. I deserved tough love."