Uncle Spanking

Uncle Spanking
By Richard Windsor, on January 25th, 2020
A couple of days ago over on MY TWITTER , I was posting a series of photos as I was doing some spanking research. One of the items that I got caught up on was the famous OTK spanking photo of Ann-Margret from the Jan 27th, 1961 edition of Life magazine. Now this copy of the magazine used to be housed for free on Google books, but unfortunately they have pulled the full magazine now, all that is left is a preview copy.
During my research I was able to come up with an interesting fact, but let me warn you first that this fact is only related to the fact that I am a perfectionist. It isn’t exactly earth shattering news, it is only a tiny sliver of information, but in order to document the real facts I thought that it was important to share, as minor as the information may be. Remember, this is the Internet, there is a lot of false information out there.
Now a lot of my information came from THIS SITE , though I also read through some interviews both in Swedish (translated of course) for earlier articles and English for the later ones. Ann-Margret Olsson was born in 1941 and in 1942 her father, Gustav, emigrated to the USA. Due to the war and the subsequent safety concerns of travelling with a child, Ann-Margret and her mother, Ann, didn’t move to the USA until she was 5 in 1946. They lived in the same town as the two sisters of her mother between 1946 and 1952, and when she was 11 years old her Father moved the family to a different town due to the emerging talent of his daughter. Her parents were closely involved in all aspects of her life growing up, she continued to live with her parents when she became a star and when she became famous they moved to Beverly Hills with Ann-Margret and continued to live with her. I think that it is important to note that her family moved away from the extended family when she was 11 years old.
Anyway, the famous spanking picture of Ann-Margret in Life magazine from 1961 with her Uncle Roy isn’t technically 100% correct. Now I know that I’m being finicky here, but he was actually the husband of one of Ann-Margret’s blood relation Aunts. So technically he wasn’t her real Uncle at all, he was her Uncle-in-law as he wasn’t a blood relative. Now I know that it isn’t exactly earth shattering news, but it did catch my interest that he wasn’t an actual blood relative. When I shared this on Twitter someone replied “LUCKY BASTARD….. I mean, oh?”. That actually cracked me up as I have a weird sense of humor. Let me just add that in the image below I have lightened the picture just a little bit for a better presentation.
Also on MY TWITTER this week I shared a fun photo that got a lot of positive feedback. You should maybe consider following me on Twitter as I am always posting items on there every day, including items that will probably never be good enough for this blog. In the photo below I attached the following description, and I will bet you a dime to a dollar that nobody came anywhere close to finding my description of the photo as funny as I did 🙂
Peter Sellers and Britt Ekland demonstrating their “When your guests have outstayed their welcome” pose
And finally, as we started the theme with Ann-Margret, let’s finish with her as well, here is a video of her getting a good swat from Steve McQueen!!
Another classic post my friend and great picture
Thanks
Ron
I thought that it was important to give a truthful account of Miss Olsson.
Best Friend’s Dad M/F *NEW* 6-27-22

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I was very much a brat as a little kid. It was just me and my mom, and
I was very spoiled. I got away with murder, and there were times when
I should have been severely punished for my behavior. But my mom never
punished me, and I mean never. In her eyes I was her little angel who
could do no wrong, and if someone tried to tell her the truth about me
she would really let them have it.
When I was eight I was given
the punishment I so desperately deserved, and it was from my Uncle
Nick. Now, Uncle Nick was a 6'2, 200 pound giant, compared to my 55
pound, scrawny frame. He lived in Phoenix, and one day he took me into
the city while I was visiting him for the weekend. We were watching a
fireman's parade, and with my tendency to wander off he sternly told
me to stay right by his side. Well, one of the parade members was
throwing out candy, and I just had to rush to the street to get some,
along with a million other kids. When I finished I went back to my
place, or what I thought was my place. Uncle Nick wasn't around. Of
course I started panicking and looking, but I only got further and
further away.
I panicked more and more, but I just couldn't find
him among all the people. I looked for familiar sights, but nothing
looked familiar. I won't go into details, but we didn't meet up with
each other for almost two hours, and boy was he furious. He didn't
even say a word when we saw each other. He grabbed my arm real tight
and hauled me off to the car. We then got in to drive back to his
place.
"When I get you home I am going to beat you within an inch
of your life!" he angrily said. "I'll teach you to give me a scare
like that again, and maybe you'll learn to mind me in the future
everytime you go to sit on that little fanny of your's for the next
month!"
Uncle Nick hadn't settled down any by the time we got
back to his house. I was immediately grabbed by the arm and hauled up
to the house. He took me into he bedroom, sat down on the bed, and
roughly stood me in front of him.
"This is for your own good!" he
said.
He the unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them
well below my knees. I was then placed across his knees, my only
protection being my race-car underwear which were pretty thin. I felt
his large hand as he placed it on my small bottom, covering it
entirely.
"Jamie, I've been longing to do this for a long time,
and I'm finally going to give you just what you deserve." With that
his large hand fell on my little butt with a very hard blow. It was
like nothing I had ever felt before, like a 2 by 4 had struck me. I
began to cry loudly and his heavy hand fell again and again. Thirty
swats on my little behind and I was screaming and kicking like crazy.

Uncle Nick lifted me off his lap and shuffled me into the corner
with my nose pressed against the wall. I was crying furiously, and he
told me to leave my hands away from my bottom.
"I'm just giving
you a break," he told me. "You still have a lot more coming to you!"

With that I began to cry louder. My bottom was already so sore, I
couldn't hardly take anymore from him. I had to spend fifteen minutes
in the corner with my throbbing behind. He then called me back over to
the bed. I begged him not to spank me anymore, but it was no use. I
was placed back over his knees. This time he grabbed the back
waistband of my race-car undies and yanked them far down. He then
placed his hand on my small bottom, once again covering it
entirely. The first smack felt like a searing iron being placed
against my behind. I screamed as loud as I could, but his hand just
showered down again and again. I reached back to cover my rear,
placing my fingers in my exposed crack.
"I'll teach you to cover
that tushie!" he said loudly as he grabbed my hand away and landed
some fierce spanks to my bare buns. I had never screamed so hard
before. I was kicking so hard I don't know how he managed to keep me
over his knees. I finally became worn out from all the stuggling and
went limp over his knees as he continued to spank. He finally stopped
spanking after what seemed like an eternity.
Uncle Nick left me
screaming on the bed and left the room. Half-an-hour later he came in
with some lotion. He poured some in his hand and rubbed it all over my
very hot, and sore buns. He rubbed up my butt-crack and even on my
little hole. He then turned me over and rubbed lotion on my tiny
_c_o_c_k_ and balls. Later that evening I looked in a mirror and saw
that my entire buttocks were covered with bruises. I received three
more spankings from him over the next six years, but I'll leave those
stories until a later time.

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