Author M.A.Stiles

As a girl with a spanking fetish, and as an amateur spanking author myself, I like to read other author's work for both thrills and for inspiration to improve my writing. I recently came across the work of M A Stiles. I really enjoyed one of his books (i.e., I masturbated to it, in several different places!), so I thought I would share. I reached out to Mr. Stiles via his author's page on Kindle and he gave me permission and graciously allowed me to interview him by email. Many of the words in the below are his own from his responses...

Here is one of his many books, and the particular book in question.

HAPPY VALLEY FARMS
A story of Domestic Discipline Out in the Country
1950
M A STILES
(link to the book on amazon.com)

This one has 112 ratings and averages out at  3.9/5.0 which is really good! He currently has 14 titles on Kindle, including a part 2 of this book. I also learned that he has been publishing spanking stories for years, even before the Internet, but more on that later.

Mr. Stiles' books feature young ladies being spanked. Sometimes they are teenagers, sometimes they are regressed to that age. Sometimes it's also the wives being spanked, in which case something else sometimes comes afterwards! However, Mr. Stiles is not afraid to mix in a few references to males being spanked as well.

As the title implies, this book is set in the 1950's in the country on a farm. The father is Al Halstead. He has a wife, Betty, and three girls Nancy, Polly, and Janie. He also has a brother Dan and a niece Callie.

Mr. Stiles explains his fascination with that period.

Many of my stories take place well in the past. Some of them go back to the 1920's but most of them take place in the World War years, between the World Wars, and soon after those years, say...the 1950's. I do that because I was growing up in the 1950's and then became a 'child of the 60's' when the social tumult took place, i.e., social reorganization, the rise of individuality, the empowerment of women, the throwing away of the old-fashioned values. I felt...and feel...as though the 1950's was that last great 'stronghold' of domestic discipline, when families were more 'nuclear' with a strong, loving, but strict father, a somewhat submissive or 'secondary' power in the family in the form of the mother, and children who had been raised with the iconic 'should be seen and not heard' lifestyle. I imagine such families as having spanking as the core punishment for wrongdoing, before 'time-outs' and the removal of privileges and such...the Dr. Spock approach...became the standard of discipline in families. I personally knew quite a few kids, boys and girls, who were spanked when they misbehaved, such were the times before the aforementioned changes in family discipline took place.

It's also interesting to note that my biggest selling books are the ones that take place in the time frames noted above. I have no survey as to why, of course, but I think it's because many people agree with me about the time frame when spanking was acceptable...before it became unacceptable. The women I have known who crave spankings...the ones who crave spankings as discipline, that is...almost always think of the spankings from a family point of view. One need only look into Fetlife to find many women who crave a 'daddy', though they are probably not thinking of their own fathers, but instead a father figure whom they can call 'daddy'. The days when a family's father took daughters over their knee, pulled down their pants and underpants, and administered a stern, stinging spanking on the miscreant's bare behind seem to have ended long ago but today's 'Spanko' women, many of them anyway, still want that family 'feel'. That 'feel' is the discipline, driven by love but also by a strict set of rules that manifested itself in being put over daddy's or mommy's knee when misbehavior took place. Family honor in small towns was important. A dad and mom didn't want their daughters being thought of as 'wild' or undisciplined so misbehavior was corrected by physical and mental anguish, over the knee, with a hairbrush (my personal favorite), and embarrassingly and most painfully on the bare behind. A girl in grade school or high school might try to hide the fact that she got spanked at home but usually failed. And most girls indeed did get their behinds blistered in those 'good old days' before Dr. Spock ruined society.  

LOL...I'll climb down from my soap box now.

Yes, we all know about the abuses that happened when men were drunk and evil, but when Daddy was strong and good... ahhhhh! Let's not throw out the baby with the bath water!

The book starts with Polly in the woodshed getting a good old-fashioned strapping with a well-oiled razor strap (some call it a "strop", but I personally love the word "strap" and all it's disciplinary connotations). Al had put up a sawhorse with a half-log on top and layers of burlap sacks. The height was such that neither the unfortunate girl's hands nor feet would be touching the floor. Her dress was tucked up in back, and her panties well-lowered. A woodshed strapping was rarely given, so being sentenced to one struck fear in the girls' hearts and bottoms.

Polly had disgraced the family be being caught in town with a boy's hand on her butt. In small-town 1950s, gossip spread fast, and something like this could ruin a girl's reputation. Al took decisive action as a result.

Here's some of Mr. Stiles' prose:

Polly’s own, pretty cotton dress was pulled up in the rear and tucked into her bra strap.  Her panties had been pulled down to her mid-thighs.  And poor Polly was currently kicking and squalling, writhing and squealing, atop the burlap sacks, because her daddy was firmly and determinedly in the process of fairly blistering her pretty, bare behind with his slick, black, oily razor strap.

Oh, geeze - I can picture myself there due to Mr. Stiles' words! (And did).

A razor strapping in the woodshed left a girl, or a woman, unable to sit, stand or even walk without discomfort for at least a day or two.  Even several days after such a punishment, a Halstead female might be seen wincing whenever she sat or stood up, such was the residual soreness left by the supple, stinging strap when put to use on a bare, female posterior by Al Halstead.

"A Halstead female", what a turn of phrase! When a girl is naughty, she is dealt with, just like the well-tended livestock on the farm is dealt with

"You will NOT allow yourself to be seen in public with a boy's hand on your backside, Polly!" Al roared, then swung the strap again.

SMACK!  The strap found Polly's far cheek and wrapped around a little to her flank.

"OWWWeeeee!  NO, Daddy, I won’t I promise!" she cried, tears flying about her face.

"I'll blister your little fanny if you do it again, Polly!" Al roared again, his voice carrying out into the back yard of the farmhouse, followed by another sharp, unmistakable sound of pliable leather smacking down onto uncovered, female skin.

CRACK!

"OOHHHHH, DADDEEEEEE!  OWWWWWW!  I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be goooood,” Polly hollered as the oil-slick strap did what it did best, sizzle defenseless girlflesh with a loud, wet-sounding snap.

Al was most concerned with family honor, especially where girls were concerned, and Polly was learning, in no uncertain terms, that good-girl comportment was not only expected, it was demanded.

Isn't that just what it's all about, though? Girls who misbehave get punished by Daddy.

The way the story is told is that throughout the strapping there are flashbacks to many years ago, to the incident itself, and to other things. So it's not told in a linear manner, but the strapping is used to tie things together, which I enjoyed and thought was a good literary device.

The story takes a twist when it turns out that Betty, Al's wife, knew about the incident before Al did and didn't tell him. He only learned from a concerned woman who had witnessed it. As a result, Betty would have to suffer a trip to the woodshed after Polly is done.

Al towed Betty over to where the woodshed stood, dark and foreboding in the dim light.  She gasped as Al spun her around and then pulled up the hem of her thin, patterned, cotton dress in the rear and tucked it into the back of her bra.  He then pushed, her, not gently but also not roughly, over the stack of gunny sacks that sat atop the sawhorse.  She felt her feet leave the ground and she reached down with her hands to grab the diagonal legs of the sawhorse. Next, she felt those long, calloused fingers of his enter the waistband of her thin, cotton underpants and, somewhat roughly, jerk them down to her mid-thigh.  She turned her head to see what was going on, only to close them again, in fright, as she saw him dripping thin, colorless oil onto the two wide sides of the strap.  Opening her eyes again, unable to resist watching Al prepared the strap for her whippin', she watched him spread the oil around on the leather with his fingertips.  She groaned and shuddered.  She was helplessly dangling, with neither her feet nor her hands able to touch the floor, over the sawhorse with her dress turned up and her panties pulled down, inside out, to her thighs.  And her husband was oiling up a nasty, slick, stinging razor strap in preparation for using it to punish her, to turn her upturned, bare behind to the color of a deep sunset.  She began to silently sob.  And rightfully so, as it turned out. 

Mr. Stiles is criticized in the comments for being repetitive. Yes, it's true, but I think of it more like hypnosis. Hypnosis is very repetitive. As I read I get the same phrases drummed into my brain (and my bottom, and my pussy) over and over again. Whenever I'm about to be spanked for real, as punishment, the same thoughts circulate repeatedly in my skull: "I'm going to be spanked", "my panties will be taken down", "I'm getting the strap!", "on my bare bottom". Over and over those phrases will repeat on loop in my brain. That's the same sense I get as I read Mr. Stiles' work.

It's also clear that some of Mr. Stiles' particular fetishes shine through. If Mr. Stiles is going to give you a strapping in the woodshed, your dress will be tucked up into your bra strap!

The aftermath too is a work of art:

Finally, seeing that his wife’s bare backside was completely covered with dark, longitudinal, red marks,shining brightly from the strap oil left on her skin, reflecting in the overhead light, he stopped swinging the razor strap and, turning, calmly hung it from its hook on the woodshed wall, concluding his punishment of his beloved, but naughty wife.

Betty, though, was far from a conclusion of her punishment.  Her punishment thundered on as the skin of her posterior fairly sizzled as it broiled from the residual leavings of the razor strap’s visitations.  She hoarsely howled to the heavens and her legs continued to kick and scissor.  Her hands, too, left the legs of the sawhorse and waved in the air.  She twisted and writhed atop the gunny sacks as though her strapping was still continuing, such was the ferocious burn that only a well-oiled razor strap could imbue on the bare, deserving fanny cheeks of a naughty female.  Betty tossed and cried and sobbed and wriggled as the lava-like burning on her behind continued unabated.  Al, having hung the razor strap on the wall, simply stood and watched, with growing libido, as his lovely, beloved, but naughty wife suffered her way through the aftermath of the stern strapping he had just given her.

Oh yes! That's the sort of strapping I want (in theory, if not in practice!). How humiliating to carry on so after a strapping, yet it is what it is.

As I mentioned earlier, the wives are not usually done after the strapping is given. More is demanded of them.

She then submissively walked in front of them, back into the bedroom and, at his nod, climbed onto the bed and positioned herself atop the large, cylindrical bolster that Al had secured there with straps.  Betty moved about atop the bolster until she was 'just so', just the way Al liked her, with her red, strapped posterior in the center of the bolster, legs dangling away, and her upper body flat to the sheet, her behind lewdly separated and open to him. Betty instinctively reached out to put a pillow under her face and then reached again to grab hold of two of the vertical, carved balusters on the headboard.  She arched her back, forcing her behind up, for Al’s pleasure.  She knew that he loved taking her like this and she loved that she could please him in their lovemaking.  And so, she lay, her deeply, reddened, razor-strapped behind, raised up and open to his pleasure, awaiting his further ministrations. 

Oh no! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm going to get a fucking now. Mr. Stiles words have a way of putting me right into the action. Note that it's for his pleasure, not hers. But it gets worse...

Al continued to lave her flaming cheeks with soothing cream as Betty's movements became more and more coital, inviting him to take her as he would.  He had another plan, though.  As Betty continued to slowly writhe atop the bolster, he pushed his index and middle finger into the other jar he had opened, the jar that held the KY jelly.  With a large dollop of KY on his fingers, he waited until Betty had reached the uppermost height of a coital thrust and then reached into her opened valley and touched her wrinkled little rear jewel with the KY jelly. The effect was immediate.  Betty gasped aloud and clenched her rear cheeks, trapping Al’s finger in the deep chasm of her behind.  She held him like that for a long second, then cried out and yawned her bottom open again, and then thrust her hips down onto the bolster.  Betty moaned aloud, knowing now what Al’s intention was with her behind.  He sometimes took her like that, in her behind, and she had mixed emotions about it.

He mostly took her in her behind as an adjunct to a punishment that he had given her.  He knew that being taken in her behind caused Betty to feel ashamed, humiliated, and subservient... submissive... to a higher power, her husband.  And Betty did feel that way but there was also, in the background, a shivery, dark pleasure for her when he was atop her and penetrating her most secret, most mortifying place.  She hated it, liked it/hated it, liked it; she couldn’t make up her mind.  But she did know that, when it began, she felt so dominated, so giving up of all of her that she could only cry as he first entered her.  And so, tonight, she shivered in fear and excited anticipation as Al rubbed the KY jelly onto the wrinkled skin and then penetrated her with his index finger full of jelly, lubing her inside to make his initial thrust into her easier for both of them.  She shuddered and felt tears trickling down her face as Al prepared her for this most debasing, yet darkly thrilling of forms of domination over her. 

Mr. Stiles describes the emotions around being sodomized after and as part of a punishment so very, very well. "She hated it, liked it/hated it, liked it". Having a man's large penis inserted into your tight backdoor for punishment is perhaps the most debasing form of domination a wife must endure. Been there, done that! Betty had to have some "extra motivation" to proceed:

He pushed his hardness against her dimpled opening again, and again he was denied as Betty clenched her fanny cheeks again.  Al, having lost his patience, smacked her hard, twice, once each on each cheek of her red, bruised behind, eliciting a loud, anguished cry from Betty.

"Don't," he said huskily, "don't make me take you back to the woodshed and grace your blistered behind with some more of the razor strap, Young Lady!"

"N-NO!  Al, NO!," she cried aloud.

"I'll do it!" he grunted.  "I'll do it for sure if you don’t open for me, Betty.  I’ll take you out there, bend you over that sawhorse, and take the razor strap to your backside until you say... no... until you holler 'yes'."

"Oh, please, nooooo," she cried, and gave up her struggle.  She pushed her behind back toward him, allowing him to open her, once again, with his finger and thumb, and push his hard penis against her little dimple.  And this time, though he struggled and grunted, he gained entrance to her rear as the head of his hardness disappeared into her.  She grunted and trembled, then sighed and relaxed her bottom, which opened even more to him, and he pushed further.

Betty gasped and grunted and pushed backward, accepting her husband’s demands on her, accepting him into her most private place, shaming her and mortifying her to the point where she buried her face in the pillow and simply endured, accommodating him as she had been taught to do... as he had taught her to do.

Yes! She's been mastered. I've been mastered. 

And so they lay together, as Al slowly and lovingly sodomized his beloved wife, reveling in the extreme tightness of her rear bud, lolling back his head and closing his eyes as she continued to tighten around him.  Slowly, inexorably, he continued to thrust in and out of her, looking lustily down at her marked, punished bottom and his hard penis moving in and out of her.  After several minutes Betty began to mew.  Her hands were still fiercely gripping the sides of her pillow but her voice had changed.  She wanted him now, wanted him to cum in her, cum in her rear opening, deep inside her.

"Al...Al...please," she whimpered.  "P-please cum in me.  Please cum in my behind."

And that’s what Al had been waiting to hear.  He knew that Betty actually craved being fucked in her behind, but she could never admit it and always fought him when he wanted her that way.  But now, after some time of having him thrusting in and out of her, she was craving that special feeling that only having a man cumming in her behind could give her.  It was different, she knew, than vaginal sex.  It was different having a man explode in her nether area.  His cum would feel like boiling lava as it pushed deeply into her.  She would cry out from pleasure, as well as delicious debasement when Al emptied himself into her behind, into her very being.  And now, to her great pleasure and shivery mortification, it was about to happen again.

And it did.  Al could no longer hold back.  Betty’s delicious behind had, as it always did, was causing him to explode.  Muffling his hoarse voice as best he could, he cried out as he erupted into her exquisite tightness, feeling her throb around his shaft, hearing her cry out herself as the lava like heat pulsed into her.  Betty and Al came together, as they usually did when he took her in her rear, both crying out their abject pleasure, both shivering and shuddering in their respective orgasms.   

There's my rape fantasy in a nutshell! Being "forced" to do something sexual with a man against my will, but then having my body betray me and find amazing pleasure in it (did you know that 40% of women fantasize about being raped at least once a month? https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/all-about-sex/201001/womens-rape-fantasies-how-common-what-do-they-mean).

I don't know about cum feeling like "boiling lava" inside my butt, though. Mainly it's just unpleasant and stickey/gooey/gloopy when it works its way out and into my panties. But... artistic liberty. And I never came from just a butt fucking, needed to diddle the 'ol clitty very forcibly. You're such a guy, Mr. Stiles! That's your fantasy, making us gals cum from just your big magic cocks. It's my fantasy too that a man's cock can do that to me, I don't cum at all from pure penetrative sex, more's the shame.

At any rate, just marvelous writing, no?

So, I reached out to Mr. Stiles, as I said. I had to sort of piece together his email address from the clues he left, and hoped I got it right. As I prefaced my email to him,

Hello Mr. Stiles,

I got your email from the "code" on your author's page on Kindle. Very clever! I hope this is the correct email or I will be blushing when some random gentleman writes back!

My name is Julie and I wanted to drop you a little fan mail. I recently discovered you and have been working through your catalog. So far I have particularly liked "Happy Valley Farms: A Story of Domestic Discipline out in the Country 1950". It very much resonates with me!

I thought as maybe a bit of a "treat" for him, and as a reward for making me cum so many times, I would include some photos of my bare bum that would align with his interests. I guess it's the female spanko version of a dick pic. It's so fan-girly and submissivy, isn't it? "Look at me! Look at me!" I'm very ashamed. But, like the gentleman he is, he duly admired my bare bum.

Your pics are breathtaking and I thank you for sending them along.

I described myself and my fetish, and how I like to imagine myself as around 16 years old when receiving my spankings. He replies,

I like to think of your thoughts as you being a 'Middle' in the context of things, i.e., differentiating from the ABDL folks, then the folks who like to imagine themselves, in their mind's eye, a young girl, say, under 11 years old, being spanked...'Littles'. Then there's the 'Middles', say, 12 to 20. I write about both but tend to focus on the Middles. Your favorite noted above, Polly, fits that mold. Of course, adults need 'seeing to' also and so I write some about the moms and aunts and wives.

My writings are all about discipline. I have what Michael Masterson, the video producer, calls a "punishment fetish" and that term fits me well. I love the squealing and kicking and tears and entreaties of a naughty girl or lady over my knee as I warm her naughty behind. That's me in a nutshell.

As aforementioned above, indeed most don't enjoy the pain of a spanking...it's the 'aura' that surrounds a spanking, especially a disciplinary one, that makes it exciting...for both parties involved. And, in reality, like you, most ladies are well behaved so something has to be made up to make the situation disciplinary. On the other hand, though, I've spanked many a lady who was harboring guilt for one thing or another and the spanking helped her to find catharsis and a shedding of the guilt she had been holding inside her. Those spankings are special.

I sent Mr. Stiles a link to my blog when I asked permission to do this review. He said he had visited it from time to time, so that was neat!

As it turns out, Mr. Stiles is currently 76 years old! (Thus triggering my daddy/granddaddy kinks). Oh blush! I sent nudies to grandad! That alone ought to earn me a trip to the woodshed.

Doing my math, it means he was born in 1948. He notes that an advantage of being his age is that he lived through the era in which spankings were commonplace, after WW2 to the 1960s, especially growing up Catholic in a small town in the Midwest. He notes that living in small-town Midwest also helped him with his writing as spankings often took place in the homes on the various blocks where he lived and were discussed openly by parents... and told about blushingly by the recipients. Mr. Stiles reports that he was never spanked himself, but was often threatened with spankings. However, kids on his block got spanked and he often heard them 'getting it' and would talk to them later about it...boys as well as girls.

Mr. Stiles is a retired widower, currently living in North Carolina. He's six feet tall, weight appropriate, with white hair that gives away his status as a Senior Citizen. He can still swing a hairbrush quite well and does so every now and then. He tells me that his age, and the times in which he grew up, have refined his attitude as far as spanking is concerned. Most women in their 40's and 50's can actually think of him as an uncle or daddy or Person of Authority...and that might make their experience all the more satisfying and 'real'. I can certainly relate to that! I was once spanked by an older man and it was thrilling!

His first 'inkling' of a spanking fetish was in third grade. Full realization came a little later, about fifth grade. He says he often looked up 'spanking' in the dictionary and sought out any writings or TV shows where people got spanked. Such things were hard to find back then. He says the web has made it much easier and brought out many Spankos who thought they were alone or crazy, only to find there are millions around the world like us.

The first time Mr. Stiles delivered an adult spanking was when his girlfriend committed an egregious act and he was furious with her. When he took her home that evening he put her over his knee in his car, pulled down her shorts and then her panties, and turned her little behind nice and red. They were 18 years old. She didn't like it but he did, indeed, spank her three more times over the years they were together...all of them disciplinary and she agreed that she deserved every one of them.

Mr. Stiles traveled a lot in his career and was able to contact women in cities where he traveled even before there was an internet. Shadow Lane published a quarterly magazine and people advertised in the back of it so he would contact women that way.

In the early days of the Internet there were bulletin boards. He says that for his purposes the most prominent was Shadow Lane's board upon which people could look for spanking partners. He met several women that way. Also, he notes, in just about every major city, spanking groups would form and have monthly or quarterly 'munches' and meet-ups. So, if he met a woman over the web via a board, she would often introduce him to others in her group. That was a good way to continue to meet new people.

Then the web came along and it made finding and contacting women who wanted to be spanked SOOO much easier! He remembers almost every one of them. About 27 in his travels and several at the two spanking parties he attended, one in New Jersey and one in California.

He has tried out being on the receiving end a couple of times with pro dommes. Like me, he enjoyed the nail-biting build-up and the catharsis afterwards but didn't like the spanking itself... didn't like the pain... but understood it 'came with the territory'. Being spanked  helped him to get inside the head of women who wanted spankings and he says it helped him to do a better job of spanking as well as writing about spankings.

Mr. Stiles first starting writing spanking stories in the 1980's on a typewriter. He says that back in 'The Olden Days' there were several outlets for spanking stories. Probably the most well-known was CF Publications which still exists today, though he reports that these days the owner is putting together compilations of his archives and selling them on Amazon. He wrote quite a few for CF. Also out there was Shadow Lane and they used two of his stories in their magazines. There was another publisher who used some of his stuff – The Bottom Line – but they are now out of business. He sent out quite a few stories in those days, being paid in subscriptions to their various publications.

He only started writing and self-publishing on Amazon a few years ago. A lady friend talked him into writing a full book in late 2020 and he published it in March of 2021. That first book was "DESTINATION: Desert Discipline: An Ageplay Discipline Novella":

A desert resort stands shining in the sun. Age Players who practice parental style discipline vacation here, where they can be themselves in their unique lifestyles in the company of others of like lives and actions. Here, oft-naughty girls frolic with others under the watchful eyes of their 'parents' for the duration of their vacations. Discipline at the resort can be strict and spankings are common, often public, and are only one of the many parental-style punishments practiced at this one-of-a-kind, in all the world, Destination Resort.

Amazon link here

I know from experience that being a spanking author does not pay the bills in any significant way, so let's take a moment now to thank the wonderful and wondrous Mr. M A Stiles for his contributions to our community over the years.

Thank you, Sir!