Sandy's Story - Ellen's Story

Continuing on with the adventures of Sandy and Tom, a young couple I'm helping to realize Sandy's spanko dreams (see Sandy's Story for the start of it all). One of Sandy's most formative early spanking influences was a spanking novel called "Ellen's Story" that she bought in a used bookstore when she was thirteen.

Sandy first realized she was a spanko when her Mom (of all people!) gave her a French comic to read called Barbarella. It was sexy, and featured a liberated and empowered woman heroine, and did not dwell on spanking, but did contain the following panel in it.

Sandy had her first orgasm humping a pillow and stroking to the thought of her being the girl getting that very public spanking. This is all described in Sandy's Story - Barbarella.

After that, Sandy began looking out for any and all mentions of spankings. She told me she even looked the word up in the dictionary and got excited by that!

spank·ing
noun
an act of slapping, especially on the buttocks as a punishment for children.
"you deserve a good spanking"

Ok, I can see that :-)

Her family would on occasion all go out to a bookshop where the children were encouraged to buy a book or two to read, such as Nancy Drew or what have you. On this occasion the family was perusing a fairly large used bookstore with many floors and nooks and crannies. They each went their own way and were to rendezvous at the front of the store with whatever they wished Mom and Dad to buy for them.

Sandy, being single-minded on the subject, even at age thirteen, was looking for books that had spankings in them but that were not obviously spanking books. As she was browsing she came upon a bit of a naughty book on the shelf by "anonymous" called "Ellen's Story". She opened it and immediately understood that it was a book filled with spankings! She was very nervous there, worried that her parents, a staff person, or even any adult, might see her with this very naughty book. She read as much as she could, heart fluttering, and considered slipping this book in with several others hoping it would go unnoticed by her family. But it was too big a risk to take. So instead, Sandy put it back on a shelf, trying to hide it as far as possible off the line of site so nobody else would buy it, and she determined to make the trek back to the downtown store as soon as she could, on her own, to buy it with her own money.

At age 13, Sandy was already using public transit to get to her French immersion school which was not immediately in her neighborhood. She also had an allowance from her Mom and Dad that she did not spend much of, and so she had some savings. When the weekend came, she told her Mom that she was going out to the CD store to buy the latest CD of her favourite pop star. It was something she did every now and then with her own money. Her Mom gave her $20 regardless. Mom assumed she would go to the nearby mall, accessible by public transit and on her way to school so Sandy knew it well.

Sandy took the public transit, but went all the way downtown to the used book store and went in there. There was also a big music store near there, and if her parents somehow found out she was downtown, she would just say she wanted to go to the big music store. Her parents would not have liked her to go downtown at her age.

She recounts being very nervous going into the big used book store all alone. It was a bit grungy and run-down. She was sensitive to glances from older single men browsing. She bee-lined straight to the place where she had stashed Ellen's Story, and found it was still there where she had left it. She needed "cover" when buying the book, so she also collected a couple of other more grown-up type paperback novels to go with Ellen's Story, hoping the person at the checkout would not notice the spanking book.

She made her way to the checkout. There was no lineup. There was a fat middle-aged guy with a beard sitting a bit above everybody, and on a stool. Sandy reckons now it was the owner. She put the three books up on the counter. He rang up the first book without question. Sandy had put Ellen's Story in the middle. He then picked up Ellen's Story. It had a bit of a sexy cover, but nothing too extreme.

He looked at the book, then he looked at Sandy. Sandy was clearly underage to be buying a sexy book. Was he concerned about young Sandy's moral development? Doubtful. Was he concerned about being charged by the police? More likely. He looked back at the book, flipped it over to look at the back, and saw this.

He looked up once more at Sandy, seemed to consider for a moment, and then rang it and the remaining book up. Sandy had to hand over her money and receive her change, and the three books in a brown paper bag. Sandy said he was expressionless, but in the ensuing years she superimposed all sorts of expressions on his expressionless face, thinking back on it.

I like to think it was an action of moral courage from the used book owner. Risking the law to ensure Sandy got her spanko fix. He was probably a free speech, libertarian type guy, owning a used bookstore. 

But poor little thirteen-year-old Sandy. This grown man knowing exactly what sort of naughty thoughts were running around in her young head, and no doubt affecting her young teen pussy in squishy ways. Would he even have dreamt of Sandy, at her tender years, masturbating to such a book? Or dreamt of the shear number of times over the ensuing 15 years she would do so, humping her pillows and diddling her little clitty?

Sandy brought the three books home, and bought a CD for cover, and got home relatively quickly. Her Mom asked her what she had bought and Sandy showed her the CD.

Sandy went to her room as quickly as possible, and with her door closed, devoured the book. She had never imagined anything remotely like this. That very night, after bedtime, she re-read her favourite part, Chapter 3 (which we'll get into), in flashlight and under covers, and then masturbated, fixing her eyes back on choice bits, and imagining it was her.

The book is by now very worn and falling apart at the seams. Sandy scanned a bunch of the pages and sent them to me to read and to post as I saw fit. I loved what I read also. I created a separate page for the scans Sandy sent me. I'll link to it at the bottom of this post.

Receiving those pages and hearing this story of Sandy's formative events, I got the idea of a first exercise for Tom and Sandy to have Tom "require" Sandy to read aloud her favourite passage of the book, and then to re-enact the way she masturbated as a kid with Tom watching and patting her bottom for encouragement, and drawing her out about what she was thinking about as she did the deed. That all happened and was a great success. It's described in Sandy's Story - First Assignment.

However, for the sake of brevity, I did not go into any detail about the book or that episode in particular. I'll rectify that now for the curious.

The book is set in Edwardian England in the early 1900's just before and through WW1. It's a love story about an emerging spanko of the age, Ellen Roberts, and a handsome somewhat older young man named Roderick Smallwood, the local doctor's son.

Chapter 1 sets the stage and is entitled "A Common, Everyday Occurrence". It describes, with anecdotes, how the public spanking of young girls and even some older girls as well, was common practice. The front half of the chapter describes Ellen's friend Rachel getting a spanking from the old farmer for trampling through his corn field, and then later being punished by her father with his broad belt for the same thing. The back half describes a very ribald and public spanking of a young woman by a farmhand for her laziness, and they later marrying.

In Chapter 2, Ellen apparently received a caning from Roderick's father, Dr. Smallwood, at her single mother's request, to get her to be more diligent at school (I don't have scans of that chapter).

Chapter 3 is the one that Sandy loves best. This is how Sandy describes it:

The scene takes place in England in rural West Shropshire near Wales in July 1914. Ellen and her best friend Rachel, both aged 18, had learned that some giant old Elm trees were to be taken down by a team of three sawyers: the leader, the Gaffer, a beefy man named Clem; the assistant, Jacob, a scraggly-faced toothless thin man; and the gangly blonde-haired 18 year old apprentice, Simon.

Ellen, the ring-leader, and Rachel, tomboys that they were, had climbed the trees and were sitting perched 50 feet up and refusing to come down.

After a bit of threatening and back and forth, Clem sent Simon scurrying up the tree to fetch one down. He slipped a thin rope around Rachel's ankle and pulled her inexorably down.

Clem sat on a big fallen bough, and pulled Rachel across his lap. He hoisted up her skirts and petticoats then tugging impatiently at the waist-strings of her drawers, he dragged them down to her knees, beneath her stocking tops. Before beginning her spanking, he looked up to Ellen and said "An' after I've tanned your little friend's bum, then it'll be your turn next, Missy, so don't you be thinking you'll be getting off scot-free. You're the real trouble-maker, ain't you! So whatever I gives yer friend it'll be a double-dose for you, understand?"

Ellen had to sit up there in the tree and get a birds eye view of the "soundest spanking the luckless Rachel had ever received in her life". "From where I was perched I had a bird's-eye view of Rachel's private nether anatomy, and could see all those parts of her that Clem was feasting his eyes greedily upon."

Then Simon is sent to fetch Ellen down, and in the tussle she rips and loses her skirt and petticoats, and is descended in only her thin blouse, drawers, and stockings. She fought like a little demon as Jacob held her and Clem removed her drawers completely. The Gaffer lay down his big leather jerkin across the broadest part of the felled bough, and they draped Ellen across it. Clem went to a nearby birch tree and stripped the leaves off a half dozen snippy switches about 18 inches in length, and then tied them together into a bundle at one end with a piece of twine to make a "birch" to whip her bottom with.

She then describes her horrendous birching and how she flailed her legs shamelessly in front of the men.

She also confesses to us, the reader, that her whipping had a sexual effect on her as well, and that she ended up "experiencing an uncontrollable series of sexual spasms of delight that shook my body from head to toe – although thankfully the two spectators and the man wielding the birch must have attributed my sudden jerking solely to the cumulative effect of my punishment."

There's a lot made of the show that the girls put on for the three men. "Near the conclusion of the birching I was so overwrought and beside myself that I abandoned all efforts at concealing my private, virginal parts from view. My crimson, welted bottom danced about frenziedly in a futile attempt to evade the constant visitations of the flailing birch twigs, and I no doubt afforded my appreciative audience some choice glimpses of my most intimate, secret places."

You can read that chapter, plus a few of Sandy's other favourite bits, by clicking on the following link:

Ellen's Story