In the 1960’s, I was 19 years old and a student and on the visit to my selected lodgings met the land lady who was a school teacher of about 35 years of age and rather attractive with almost black long hair tied in a ponytail and blue eyes. She introduced me to the various rules of the house and raised the subject of ‘discipline’.
To my surprise, she said that her form of discipline was face slapping. She said that she would keep clear of the eyes and ears and that her slaps would not really hurt but sting the surface of the skin and the ‘punishment’ was really to have to walk around with a pair of red cheeks for a time depending on the seriousness of the wrong doing. She asked me if I was prepared to accept this, implying that this would be a condition for my staying. I actually felt excited at the thought and agreed. She then said that I would have to raise the level of my sideburns to just above my cheekbones to bare the whole of my cheeks and offered to do this for me and cut my hair: a service that she continued to do for me during the whole of my stay.
My first mistake was to leave my bed untidy. She told me off and led me into a spare unfurnished room and told me to hold my hands behind my back and face her. First she repeatedly patted my left cheek with the fingers of her right forehand, working upwards from my jaw bone and ending high on my cheek bone to find the best slapping level, indicated by the sharpest sound. Then she gave me a light ‘test’ slap just below the cheekbone, which made a loud high pitched sound and said “Right. Now we’re ready. We’ll do the left cheek first.’
She told me to clench my teeth, stay still and focus on her forehead. She also gave me a daub of cotton wool to put in my left ear to avoid ringing. She then brought her arm back and slapped my left cheek six times with a flick of her supple wrist, very accurately on the same place. The sounds of the slaps were very high pitched and reverberated around the room. The stinging on my left cheek quickly gave way to a warm glowing sensation. She then repeated the slapping on my right cheek with the forefingers of her left hand I found her slapping very ‘feminine’ and stimulating and it did have an effect which must have been obvious to her because she immediately sent me to the bathroom. When there, I actually gained pleasure from the sight of the red marks on my cheeks in the mirror.
Shortly after this, she invited me downstairs for a coffee and actually remarked that I was quite lucky because the colour in my cheeks improved my looks. Later, I committed the more serious offence of bringing in mud on the carpet from my feet. This time, I received twenty slaps on each side. This left my face very red and a little sore to the touch. My cheeks were still noticably rosy a day later.
Sometimes she would slap me for reasons other than discipline. She started to give me regular evening slappings, to purify my skin against acne, doing it in the evenings so that the redness was not too obvious . After each hair cutting, she always gave me a light double slap on the left cheek to indicate when she had finished.
Once I had the courage to tell her that I enjoyed her doing it. Then she said ‘Come on then’ led me up to the spare room and offered to give me as many slaps as I wanted. I said can we try three each side.
After this, I asked if they were very red. She looked at each side and said “Just a little pink. Would you like more?” I nodded and asked if she could make them really red. She said lets try double slaps. She placed both hands on my cheeks and started slapping both sides simultaneously and quickly, making really sharp slapping sounds which I enjoyed.
Originally posted 2013-12-23 13:42:07.