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When I first determined that I was a spanko and decided to dedicate vast quantities of my waking hours to writing spanking fiction my sources were quite limited. The internet was almost two decades away.
As I have said I am a product of the last bastions of the caning generation so I did have a vast amount of real-life dramatic instances to draw upon. I would like to make a couple of observations that I think are relevant:
My personal predilection is limited to the disciplinary interaction of male on female, or female on female. However, the majority of the punishments that I witnessed in my schooldays involved the punishment of my male classmates. Even in post-war Britain the public punishment of my female classmates was limited to them being given the wooden ruler across the palms of their hands (which happened rather frequently). There were three very specific exceptions to this rule which I intend to recount in future postings.
However, even though the punishment of males does not ‘turn me on’ per se the settings and rituals they were carried out in were enough for my fervent imagination and I was able to translate them into the all-female environment of the Woody Back to School Unit.
As I entered my teen years I discovered that my interest might be esoteric but it was by no means unique. In those days Gentlemen’s magazines were quite popular. Presumably inspired by Hugh Hefner’s success with Playboy and Paul Raymond’s famous revue bar glossy rags like Mayfair and Park Lane could be purchased at the local newsagents, albeit from a top-shelf and always carried from the store in brown paper bags. I was too young to make these purchases but I did find my father’s stash while rooting around in his wardrobe looking for dropped coins to subsidize my pitiful pocket money.
Of course the Amazonian beauties on display in glorious color were exciting but rummaging through the magazines I came upon the correspondence pages. I was delighted to find a number of letters that dealt with the adult world of spanking. I still remember a letter from a house-wife recounting that she was particularly at danger when she was making the bed as her husband would pin her down and spank her across the seat of her house-coat with a carpet beater.
Like most of my generation I was expected to take part-time jobs after school and secured a paper round delivering the Evening Standard and Evening News. I often used to check the top shelf to see whether new additions of my dad’s magazines were available. One evening, to my astonishment I spotted a magazine simply called ‘Spanky’. I was mesmerized and immediately set about establishing a plan to secure this as my personal property. I shall not dwell upon the details of this mission lest to say I was successful.
This was a defining moment. A complete magazine dedicated to the fine art of spanking. Many of the stories were a little beyond me. They were often written in a quaint 1970’s sci-fi meets James Bond and the Man from UNCLE style that was all the rage at the time. Lots of leather-clad female Russian spies being bound to wooden contraptions and whipped and cropped for their secrets. I was not quite sure what to make of this. However, a six-page center spread was more to my taste. It featured several mature schoolgirls indulging in some serious hair-brush spanking. They were fully adorned with St Trinian’s style gymslips and fishnet stockings. They sported a variety of exotic bee-hives and other fashionable cuts, along with thickly applied mascara on long false lashes and bright-red bee-sting lips. I carefully extracted these pages and surreptitiously returned the magazine to the newsagents the next day. Tough luck on the poor punter who shelled out his hard-earneds for the remainder of the magazine. In the clandestine world of porn-purchase the sale and return opportunities are quite limited and it takes a stout hearted fellow to pitch up and throw a hissy fit about the absence of schoolgirl spanking pictures from his recent acquisition. My overdue apologies to the unfortunate purchaser.
Having discovered Spanky I had my eyes peeled and was soon nosing about all kinds of newsstands and other outlets. To my delight I discovered that Spanky was not a lonely light in the publication business, I found numerous other magazines dedicated to my burgeoning fixation. I spent hours plotting and conniving the skullduggery it involved to even getting a peak between the covers, let alone acquiring these trophies for private consumption but I was relentless.
Finally I came across the Holy Grail. I discovered Janus. The magazine was smaller in size than the current version. It did not feature a glossy cover and advertised itself as ‘A Journal for the Modern Discerning Adult’. It sold for the princely sum of fifty English pence.
Having secured my first copy I was immediately introduced to a hitherto unexplored world. Soho, London, 1970’s.
More of this later.
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