At the risk of being accused of fabricating a story. While I didn't see the spanking, I don't believe that Joyce's mother had any reason to make it up and there's also Joyce's comment that I overheard.
The most bizarre, factual spanking that I know is the case of Joyce McDonald. Joyce was a couple of classes behind me in high school. Although she lived in the neighborhood, I probably wouldn’t have known her if our mothers weren’t friends. Joyce was what we referred to in our clique as a peripheral person. She wasn’t active in school affairs and tended to hang with those that weren’t either. While she wouldn’t win any beauty contest, she was far from unattractive. She was about 5’4” a little on the pudgy side but yet not overweight. To my knowledge, she only dated one boy, Blaine, in school and she married him either during her senior year or right after it. Blaine ironically was one of my boyfriends in junior high. He once told me that he “enjoyed a good beating.” After I question him, I found out what he meant was that he would rather take a spanking in his case a strapping than being grounded.
After graduation from high school, Blaine went to work for the local telephone utility as a lineman. He continued to see Joyce and eventually married her. The couple wasn’t married long before Joyce gave birth to her first child. Blaine satisfied his military obligation by joining the Texas Air National Guard. When Blaine was called for active duty training which was for 6 months, the couple in an effort to save money decided to sublease their apartment and Joyce moved back in with her mother. For those that haven’t lived with your parents after being on your own, you probably can’t imagine the friction that generates. In the eyes of your parents, you will always be their little girl or boy depending on your sex. Of course, in your eyes, you are independent and used to coming and going as you please. I know I always had to be careful when I was staying with my parents in the summer or on breaks after I stated college to avoid upsetting them.
Three weeks before the incident, when Ethel, Joyce’s mother, was in our house working with my mother on an Eastern Star project, I overheard her complaining to mother that Joyce driving her crazy. Apparently, she missed Blaine terrible and was cranky and incorrigible. She stated at that time she sympathized with her but the situation was getting critical. Furthermore, she stated she needs a damn good spanking but how do you spank a 20-year-old and mother? My mother replied. “I imagine the same way you do a younger child only harder.” (Spoken like a true Texas mother.)
The day of the incident, Joyce’s mother came to our house about 12 PM on a Saturday to stuff the envelopes of the Eastern Star mailer which Daddy’s secretary addressed by machine. I was sitting at the kitchen counter. Joyce’s mom had not more that greeted us and took a seat at the dining room table when she exclaimed, “Well you know what hit the fan this morning and I took the strap to Joyce’s butt!” Although I was in the kitchen, I could hear her. My ears perked up but I tried to remain nonchalant.
My mother countered. “You didn’t?”
Joyce’s mom retorted. “I most certainly did.” She added, “Joyce staggered in at 2 AM this morning night reeking of alcohol. I was worried sick. When She finally arrived home my relief I soon turned to anger. This morning I had my husband take her son out to the park. I grabbed the strap marched into her room pulled down the cover; tuned her over; pulled down her pajama bottoms, sat on her back and took the strap to her bare butt like I never took it to her. By the time, I was done. She was pleading, promising, howling and carrying on like a five-year-old instead of a mother of a 2-year-old.”
Mother gasped. “Good God!”
Ethel retorted, “Now Alicia don’t act so shocked. I didn’t harm her although I imagine she’ll feel it for a couple of days.”
Mother answered, “I just hope it wasn’t anything that I said that led to this.”
“Hells fire! Alicia, don’t feel guilty! If it was and it wasn’t, you did me a favor.”
“Well, it’s just.”
“Dear, it’s what she needed and it’s what she got!”
I say it’s the most uncanny factual spanking story that I have ever hear for several reasons which are as follows.
1) This wasn’t just an older girl getting spanked but a mother.
2) This is one of the only two cases that I know where the recipient was spanked bare bottom.
3) It is the only case I know to be factual where a mother spanked a married daughter.
A couple of postscripts, one, after to listening to Joyce’s mother and my mother exchange, I wanted to find an excuse to casually visit Joyce to see if I could learn any more details; however, I couldn’t think of any.
Two, apparently Joyce’s mother told Blaine ’s mother of the incident because a few weeks she later told my father in the pharmacy and he mentioned it at the dinner table.
Three, about a month and a half after the incident on a Friday night, I saw Joyce and some of her friends at a local club. Although it was fairly early, I heard Joyce say that she had to run. (10 PM or so) One of the girls tried to persuade her to stay and Joyce replied, “Do you remember what I told you happened the last time?”
The girl retorted, “I still don’t believe she did that!”
Joyce answered, “Trust me she did.”
Four, I have no idea whatever happened to Joyce and Blaine. Neither lives here anymore and neither does Joyce’s parents or Blaine ’s mother.