Letter from Blushes 15

Dear Sir!

I think that the experience I have gathered in the past two years are of interest for a lot of mothers which are in similar situations and therefore, I try to give here a compressed account of it for their benefit.

Two years ago at the age of twenty-seven I married a widower with two daughters. Annerose and Isabella were both terrible girls as I became soon to know, they were wicked little devils, full of nonsense, bad language etc. It became clear to me in only a few weeks that with goodwill only I would not convert them into proper stepdaughters — more drastic means were to be used. And so I did, with the consent of their father who was only too happy to have somebody take care of those frightening creatures, and it was not only with his consent but with his very real help in the beginning that I invented a routine which by now, two years later has converted both girls not into the pride of the town but to very respectable young citizens, no longer dreaded by all neighbours and well on the way to be actually loved by them. How I managed to do this? I will tell you in a moment and I will tell you how my by now well established disciplinary routine works at the moment.

All the girls faults at home, in school and outside are collected by me in my little red book and when I feel that one or the other has gathered enough bad marks there I tell her that she will receive punishment. Since my routine needs a bit of time I put it always on Sunday, after church in the morning, a very good time in my experience. On our return from the church Annerose or Isabella, whoever it is has to prepare everything for her punishment. This includes several things, foremost to undress in the kitchen, where the punishment will take place and where my husband, the other girl and I are waiting. Next she moves the kitchen table out of the way to have a free place in the middle of the room.

Then she goes down into the laundry and fetches a plastic bath-tub, about one meter in the longer diameter. From the bathroom she fetches soap and a sponge and a bathing brush and a little box with some special paraphernalia for her punishment. This done the girl will fill the bath-tub with steaming hot water from the kitchen sink and at last ask for the start of her punishment standing in front of her family, the steaming bath-tub in her back.

The punishment begins with my scrubbing the girl all over with soap, very hot water and the brush until she is red like a lobster which is cooked. They will always lament because of the water being too hot, but I pay not much attention to that — more attention I pay then to their buttocks and thighs and to their private parts which I clean and scrub with great vigour and very thoroughly to the last bit, making the poor girl to attempts all sorts of positions in the tub to give me access to all those parts of her naked body. This is very very humiliating for the girls, in particular since their father is watching this procedure not without interest and since my step-daughters both are healthy and well in their flesh, there is something to look at — their buttocks have still their teenage plumpness, while their breast have already developed from mere virginal buds into a definitely womanly shape and can be said to be already sort of full. They too get a special and vigorous scrubbing before this part of the punishment is finished.

Next I open the little box and take out its content: a little razor, razor soap and eau-de-cologne. With the girl standing now in the steam-loaded kitchen and crying by now I begin to shave her pussy. Again this is a most humiliating procedure, since I make her stand always to give her audience the best view and again the positions she has to adopt are by no means ladylike anymore. With the last bit of her pubic hair removed and the rest of the foam washed away I take the bottle of eau-de-cologne and rub it generously into the just shaved region. This is no longer only humiliating, but here begins the punishment to become almost painful, sensibilized just by the shaving procedure and the more so, since I do not hesitate to bathe all her pubic region with the eau-de-cologne.

Here at last the girls always cry openly, wince and wriggle in my hands, but I don’t let them go until I am finished and everything down there is cleaned to my satisfaction by the sequential application of soap, brush, razor and eau-de-cologne and has acquired an almost beetroot colour.

Now the girl has to step out of the bath-tub, still wet and fetch the broad strap from behind the kitchen door where its place is. Her feet leave wet patches on the kitchen floor and she has a penetrating smell of eau-de-cologne around her. Still crying and sobbing, pleading and begging she hands the strap over to me and steps back into the tub, where she waits with her legs spread as far as the tub allows and her hands folded behind her neck.

The strap is a piece of leather, a good one inch wide, about three or four millimetres thick and fifty centimetres long, with a wooden handle at one end; the other end has a round shape.

With this instrument I begin now to strap my step-daughter, slowly and careful, as not to forget a spot between the midth of her upper thighs and her waist. And when I say not a spot I mean it literally, i.e. I use my strap as well on her behind, buttocks and thighs, as on her front part, thighs and pubic region and, of course also on those places between her legs. To achieve this with some ease, the girl has to adopt adequate positions, bent-over, one leg on the bath-tub rim, turned around, kneeling with bottom up and so on. And again this is every bit of humiliation in this procedure, but in the first place now there is a lot of pain in this. Very soon the girl will be crying, then screaming and towards the end even yell sometimes when my strap meets a particular tender spot. The colour of her buttocks and thigh and of her pubic region which was already a deep red before the strapping becomes even darker, interspersed increasingly with the broad weals of the strap, in particular of its end. Her buttocks swell, and her thighs are swelling as well under the careful measured impact of my strap until they are all one mass of strap weals criss-crossing and covering all the punishment region with the darkening marks of the strap-end.

This strapping needs about twenty minutes and with the strokes coming to them at about twenty to thirty second intervals that means between forty to sixty strokes distributed all over the punishment area as good as I can manage. Then the girl has to fetch another bucket of steaming hot water for her tub and sit down in her bath again, which is no comfort with her welted blazing flesh — her cries are roused again as the pain of her weals is kindled to the heat of melting lead. After five minutes rest it is up again and another treatment with eau-de-cologne. This time it has two controversial effects, the one is a cooling effect where the flesh is not too welted and the other is an almost scorching effect where her flesh is sensitive from the whole previous procedure — more cries and screams are heard by me, my husband and the other girl. The watching sister is always in a bad state because she knows herself what her punished sister has to endure — she follows everything with wide-open anxious eyes — but also with interest, great interest, because throughout the punishment I comment my doings and ask questions at the watching girl, to describe in her own words what’s just going on or the look of something special and if she does not follow the procedure and does not know what to answer, it means black marks for herself. So they take interest in each other’s punishments.

After this second application of the eau-de-cologne bottle the girl steps out of the tub again and fetches the second instrument for her punishment from its place behind the kitchen door: a slender, bright yellow cane, exactly eighty-three centimetres in length and a little less than a centimetre thick. Yes, she gets that also and on top of all those weals from my strap already on her buttocks and thighs, there is no way around and that they know by now and take their correct position for the cane: standing in the tub, legs perhaps a foot apart and hands again folded behind their neck, upper body bent forward at about forty or fifty degrees.

And now their father takes over. After receiving the cane from me he starts to cane his daughter and he starts to cane her in all earnest, there is no pity because she has received already some punishment, his strokes are given with just the right strength to draw those awful ridged tramlines on the buttocks and thighs of his poor daughter. And now they scream not only but yell, yell at the top of their voice and we can be only happy that we live in a rather detached house of our own at the outskirts of Bonn. It is, of course extremely difficult for the girls to keep their position now, but they have to, because I am at a stand-by with my strap to punish every one fault with a stroke onto their very upper front thighs. The number of strokes with the cane is invariably equal to their years, i.e. seventeen for Annerose and sixteen for Isabella and always three fourths are given on buttocks and rear upper thighs while the rest is given on the front of their thighs, i.e. four strokes in both cases. With about one minute between successive strokes on the front of their thighs whacks down and the last of those ear-piercing squeals starts which develops into a formidable yell, only interrupted for breath-taking.

And now comes the final humiliation, for the girl has to heat up her bath once more with a new bucket of hot water and take a sit down in it on her welted, cane and strap welted bottom howling continuously and loud before after about five minutes she gets a last application of the eau-de-cologne bottle but this time from her father. And my husband goes through this necessary task with at least the same care and thoroughness as I do, leaving no part of his daughter’s punished flesh without its share of the lotion, not her buttocks, not her thighs, and he also shows no hesitation to humiliate his daughter to the utmost degree, remembering how much he has suffered earlier by her wicked behaviour. And the girls cries and howls as he proceeds don’t disturb him so much as to forget a spot — he fulfils his parental task as I have fulfilled mine before, all of it for the good of our girls.

And that all this is for their good, they know and know quite well, because it has not escaped their attention that their results in school are considerably better now and that the attitude of the neighbours is no longer defined by terror and fear but by polite satisfaction. And so they — no they don’t like their punishments, but they have learned to accept them as necessary to keep up their standards and even improve them further and there is still something to improve.

When their father has finished, the girls have to remove everything used for their punishment, still in the nude and then clean-up the kitchen and prepare the Sunday lunch and lay the table in the sitting room where we eat at Sundays, and still in the nude she has to wait upon the rest of us, standing behind her chair when not serving one of us — there is no meal at this occasion for her until supper.

After lunch she has to do the washing up in the kitchen and then must kneel in a settee in the sitting room sticking her welted terribly looking rump into the room for as long as it pleases me or my husband and that can range from one or two hours to the whole afternoon. Only before supper, which she has to prepare again, the girl is allowed to put on something covering her upper body, the lowest part has to remain bare, for everybody to have a good look at the result of the punishment. After supper and the washing-up it is into bed and only then the punishment is finished.

I am sure that quite a few readers will say that I am too strict, or better my husband than me, but I am sure that without these strict measures our girls were still more than only a nuisance, they would have been very probably on the downward slope to a no good end. Therefore, parents, do not hesitate to punish hard, very hard and even severe, for it is only for the good of your children.

Thanks for your attention and goodbye.

Edna-Maria H., Bonn