Mrs. Sylvia Bellano

A young college student is very well cared for over the knee and between the bosoms of his landlady. Anonymous, circa 1995

- Part I

Before applying to college in 1963, I spent a number of weekends visiting prospective schools in Ohio and Pennsylvania. I had already heard a lot about Smithson College from my first cousin, Fred who was then in his senior year and full of stories about wild parties, road trips, and other mayhem. As a scholarship kid, he lived inexpensively off campus by renting a room from a widow who worked as a children’s librarian in the public library. In exchange for a modest rent and help around the house and yard, Fred enjoyed the benefits of a normal home. Mrs. Bellano did all the cooking and even took care of his laundry. In contrast to dorm life with its tiny rooms, bad food, and noise at all hours, Fred had it pretty good, especially since Mrs. Bellano was a great cook. The only downside was the need to observe basic household rules. Fred had to be in by 10:30 on weekdays and 12:30 on weekends. He also had to keep his place neat, do his chores on time, and not bring liquor into the house. Though he sometimes missed the freedom of dorm life, he saved a thousand dollars a year over the costs of campus room and board. And since he was a scholarship kid, he didn’t really have much of a choice. Living on campus was simply out of the question.

Though I could never tell Fred, I had a particular interest in hearing about his landlady. It seems she still spanked her fifteen-year old son, Tommy. And on a few occasions when Fred had forgotten to do his chores, Mrs. Bellano had even hinted Fred would have gotten the same treatment had he been her child. The idea that my cousin lived with a woman who spanked her teenage son and believed such discipline was still appropriate for a misbehaving twenty-year old aroused many fantasies in me. For nothing intrigued me more than the idea of a loving, maternal figure who doled out spankings in her home. Such fantasies emerged from years of personal experience in a household where spanking was frequently used to maintain discipline. I had been spanked by my mother right up til puberty which came rather late at the age of sixteen. Even then, I think my mother stopped more because I was getting erections than because I was too old. By then, domestic spanking was central to my sexual fantasies. When I masturbated, I pictured a sexy, older woman spanking me while I wriggled on her lap or bare thighs until orgasm. Sometimes she consoled me afterwards by suckling me at her breasts or by taking me into her bed for passionate lovemaking. In hindsight, such fantasies emerged from my sexual insecurity and extreme shyness around girls. By imagining I would be initiated sexually by an older, experienced woman, I created sexual scenarios which were non-threatening. (Up until college, I had never even dated, much less kissed a girl.) Given this background, it is easy to see why I was so excited and curious to hear that my cousin’s landlady still spanked her fifteen-year old.

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