Introduction

Some people can’t imagine that, in this enlightened age of the 1970s, corporal punishment, by paddling usually, is still used by some companies on their young, misbehaving employees. Maybe that shouldn’t be too surprising, because such discipline is still legal in public schools in some states.

That wasn’t true in New York State, where the following incidents took place. And it’s certainly not officially permitted for employers in any situation. Yet it did happen to me during my two-month stint at a fast food restaurant in Maspeth, New York. Like in many jobs, what really occurs is often done in secret.

I’m Nora Meara, and it wasn’t until my first summer break from The City College of New York that I quit my first hooking stint. As you know, during my first two college semesters I was a very badly-behaved young lady. From the beginning there, in September 1973, through a combination of greed, fecklessness, late adolescent foolishness, and overall rebelliousness, I had become an ad hoc, part-time hooker as well as a student.

Maybe I’d call myself decent-looking, even though I rarely wear make-up. The main exception was when I used to apply lipstick for paid blowjobs (of course that cost extra!). I’m on the tall side at about five-seven, and I have dark blonde hair and steel-rimmed glasses.

I confined my clients to the students at the school (at least I thought most of them were students) and I was bold enough to often have many of them come out to my house in Maspeth. The only other occupant of the premises was my Uncle Tony, who worked during the day as a carpenter.

He probably knew what I was doing during those two semesters up to the spring of 1974. I had already decided to leave “the life” because of the toll it was taking on me.

During a trick with one of my very last clients, my uncle came home early and caught me blowing a guy on the living room floor. I had gotten sloppy, and I was on my knees with some guy’s cock in my mouth, my tits hanging out, and my panties on the carpet.

After throwing out the customer, Uncle Tony threatened to evict me – permanently – unless I got a legitimate job and contributed something to housing expenses. I half-heartedly agreed to his terms, but then he backed it up with some discipline. He used his big, hard hands to spank me, then he whipped me with a belt until I fell to my knees.

Yet, despite the pain, I still found such punishment to be sexually arousing. That night, I got up on all fours in my bed (I was too sore to sit) and interested a dildo into myself. That worked very well, and I had three orgasms before falling asleep on my stomach.