My husband and I have known each other since we were children. Our families were very close, and he and I were even related through marriage; his much older brother was married to my mother’s younger sister.

My husband is five-and-a-half years older than me, so in the summer of 1964 I was 14 and he was 19 and home from his first year of college. I had a huge crush on him and he barely noticed me. I was at his family’s home babysitting two of his younger nieces. Instead of watching them, I went outside to where he was working on his car. While I was busy chatting and trying to flirt with him, the two girls, who were around 9 or 10 years old, caused some minor trouble running around in a room they shouldn’t have been in. They knocked over a table, breaking a very expensive vase and knocking a plant on the floor, which caused a huge mess.

When my future mother-in-law and her sister returned from their lunch, they were very angry at the girls for misbehaving and at me for not watching them. After calling me back into the house, I walked into the living room and saw her holding a hairbrush in one hand, while the two girls were crying and rubbing their bottoms. She sent the girls up to their room and shut the door to the living room. She lectured me on how disappointed she was in me for not taking my responsibility seriously, sat down on a chair, and told me to take my skirt off and get over her lap.

I was astounded, but my future mother-in-law was her family’s matriarch and held a very high position in our small town’s community, so I did not dare disobey her as I knew that if I did and my parents found out I would be in real trouble. I slowly took off my skirt and leaned over her lap. Once I was in position, she grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my thighs. Being in this position with my naked bottom on display was so humiliating, I was mortified! She began to spank me hard with her hand and then the hairbrush. To this day, I don’t know which was worse, the humiliation or the pain. She stopped from time to time to lecture me and say that she hoped I was learning a lesson, and then would continue working that hairbrush all around my bottom until it was completely on fire. When she finally let me up my bottom was bruised and sore, and I certainly had learned my lesson. I declined the next offer I received to babysit in her home!

When I was 17, my husband-to-be finally noticed me, and we started dating the summer before I started college. After we had been dating for a while, I told him the story about his mother spanking me and he grinned. I asked him if he had known about it and he told me that he had heard the whole thing, but had never said anything because he didn’t want to embarrass me.

“Did she spank you on your bare bottom?” he asked me.

I felt my face go hot and admitted that, yes, she had.

We got married when I was 21, a month after I graduated from college. I think I may be the only woman who was spanked by her mother-in-law.

ZB