Saturday, January 3, 2026

Sunday Best

After reading "A Husband's Essay", I asked permission from my wife to write this. She definitely believes in unearned spankings. Obviously, I am punished whenever I break one of her rules, but she prefers to avoid the unpleasantness of my breaking a rule and requiring punishment. She believes that since the husband is usually physically stronger than his wife, it is essential that she constantly reasserts her position as the dominant member of the marriage, lest he gets to feeling too frisky, and is tempted to flaunt one or more rules. As a result, I am spanked every Sunday right after we return from church.

Since she believes that when a spanking is given, a woman should appear her most feminine, which emphasizes female dominance, the timing of my spankings are a convenience to her. She is already in dress and hose as opposed to jeans she wears normally. We enter the house, and there is no question as to what happens next. Straight to the bedroom where she sits on her spanking chair and watches me remove my suit. I don't have to ask any questions, I simply bring her the hairbrush, the paddle, and her cane. I am to stand beside her while she drops my pants and shorts, then I am told to fold her skirt back (which avoids wrinkling)

At this point, she is in no hurry. I receive a lecture on the facts that women are men's natural superiors, and that they have the right to absolute obedience from their husbands and that she expects exactly that from me. She explains that though I have behaved pretty well the previous week, the spanking I am going to receive is to assure that I continue to do so in the coming week. Then she very calmly instructs me to get across her lap. What I get then also varies from one time to the next, but usually she applies a couple of dozen severe swats with the hairbrush, then pauses to ask me if I am learning anything, or to ask me if I appreciate what she is doing for me. Then comes the paddle, never fewer than thirty,and usually a dozen or so more than that.

By this time I am normally sobbing and VERY aware that my wife is the boss in our house. But she is not finished yet, I know her rules, and she expects me to report any infraction that occurs when I am away from her. She asks me if any such thing occurred that I failed to report in the previous week, which, of course, would have earned me a spanking on the spot. If I confess to one or more of these (and I have been trained to the point that I would not think of lying to her) she picks up the cane and tells me to get into position by grasping my ankles. She hasn't had the cane long, but she has become quite adept with it. I can expect a minimum of five on my already sore bottom, and, depending on her mood or the number or type of infraction, it is sometimes more.

Then it is off to the corner for me while she chats on the phone with one of our kids, or one of her friends and watches me to be sure that I do not rub any of the pain away. Sometimes, I am left in the corner longer than that while she has lunch, or what ever else she wishes to do. Everything is structured to assure her that she has impressed on me again that women are superior to men. Frankly, it works. I very seldom need a spanking during the week, and she is spared experiencing the behavior that warrants one. When she first insisted on my accepting a spanking from her years ago, I resisted until she made it clear to me that I had no choice. Since then, she has redefined our relationship. There is no bickering let alone arguing in our home. I have accepted the fact that my wife is my superior and really I am much happier because of it. They should put "love, honor, and obey" back in the marriage vows, but it is the groom who should take that vow while the bride vows to "love, honor, and correct"

Signed Tom


Italian Connection

Dear Aunt Kay,

We are an Italian couple, and Domestic Discipline is a part of our lives. It started before the marriage, like a play, in order to make more funny our sex life.

But once I catched him getting fantasies (turned on) in front of the computer screen. I did not act like my mother would have (you know: keeping silent in the right moment, then sustaining, moaning, sobbing all life long). I took vigorously my part and he had a well-deserved spanking session. I ordered him to get up from his chair, to pull him pant down and stand still. I Caught him wrists with one hand and with the other I worked him bottom till it has become red.

He guessed to have sex after. When the session was over, he put him hand on mine, and I said, 'So what?' He tried to push me to the bed and I stopped him, put him again over my knee and I had to work again. But he understood the lesson.

Our relation grew up till marriage, who happened almost two years ago. I use to spank him when he misbehave, and he has to follow right rules. First of all respect & honour me, his Boss. It is the only way to show love: when I come back home he has to kneel in front of me, put the sleepers on my foot, after having them well rubbed. That begun shortly after marriage, and was him to start, in order to show love and devotion. He has to confess me every thought on sex, better kneeling and naked in front of our bed (I find it so exciting, maybe because I am grown up as Catholic) while I am sitting. After the confession I plane the way to better punish him. If there are not thoughts to consider I put my attention on him way to do home working.

We are happy and have a very pleasent sexual life He act like the polite hubby he has to be, althought he always needs some correction. We have a nice house, who is mostly nice and clean; and we have much friends. But our life style is a secret for ourselves only: you know, Italian are mostly macho-oriented, and it would be hard to be understood. So he is forced by me to find something exciting on the Internet (now I can trust in letting him with him PC) and we discovered your wonderful site. If you think we could appreciate your lair, I will be glad.

Sorry but I don't speak a nice English, and my husband has to help me in order to translate and he has a bad English too.

Maria


18 Before Breakfast

My husband, Sebastian and I love each other dearly and have been into spanking for many years. Your site, Aunt Kay, has helped us focus this activity in a much more productive and marriage-enriching way. Let me give you an example.

Sebastian is a strong personality and can get out of line with his mouth quite easily. We had been visiting friends one evening about a month ago, and on the way home Sebastian started saying some very unkind things to me about what I had said during the evening. By the time we got home, I was just so angry! He deserved such a thrashing, but I felt as if I would kill him if I dealt with him then, so I waited! We hardly spoke when we got home, and in bed we were 'back to back', and in our bed, that meant we were about 4 feet apart!

I got up early next morning and dressed for work. We have a business, and I need to look smart, so I wear a tailored suit with tightish fitting skirt, black stockings, etc. - Sebastian finds it a 'turn on' and so, I think, do a lot of the men coming into our place! Eventually Sebastian came down expecting breakfast, but I knew there was something he needed more than breakfast!

"Come straight up to my study" I said as soon as he appeared. We live in the UK and are fortunate in having a large house. I administer correction with a number of implements, but the traditional English school cane has been my favourite for years, and with a spacious study and plenty of 'swinging' room, Sebastian has learnt many painful lessons curled round my caning chair!

I led the way. "Stand in front of my desk", I said as I went over to the chest of drawers where the canes, straps, etc. are kept. Placing the cane on the desk, I fixed my eyes on Sebastian who was looking quite forlorn. His eyes kept moving nervously to the cane as I said "I am not going to have you speaking to me as you did last night. You know you were completely out of order, and I will not put up with it. I'm going to teach you a lesson that you won't forget in a hurry, and then we'll see what you have to say! 18 strokes of the cane for you this morning!"

I rose and picked up my rattan cane. It's 30 inches long, 6 mm in diameter, crook handled and very, very flexible. I took an end in each hand and flexed it, whilst Sebastian's eyes silently pleaded with me - in vain! Ladies, at such times we must be resolute!

I pointed to my caning chair at the far end of the study.

"Go to the chair and stand behind it" I said. Knowing that any disobedience during a punishment session will result in extra strokes, he walked to the chair and stood behind it, facing the wall.

"Trousers down". Over the years he has learnt to obey quickly. "And now your pants, Sebastian". In no time trousers and pants were around his ankles and he stood bare-bottomed, with an expression of humiliation.

"Bend over". I watched as he stretched over the chair and rested his hands on the seat of the chair. "Right over, Sebastian!" I have found that if the chair back is the right height (I took Sebastian from store to store measuring him against chairs until I found a strong one with the upright back just short of his waist), then having him bend right over and actually grasping the front legs will pull his bottom tissues tightly against the underlying bone. Since discovering this little trick, my canings have been so very much more effective.

His taut little bottom looked so inviting!

"And now I am going to teach you some manners" I said, "and I do not want to hear one word from you until I've finished".

I drew back the cane. Swinging it forward with all the strength I could muster, it whistled through the air, the final flick of my wrist causing the business end to thrash into the tense tissues of both cheeks. Sebastian gasped and jerked forward. Starting to pant, he turned his head to look my way, his eyes pleading for mercy. But at such times I really am resolute!

I again drew back the cane. Sebastian closed his eyes. I paused, and after a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked round. As he did so, I swung the cane rapidly through the air, again thrashing into the target area, just below the welt already starting to glow from the first stroke. Sebastian gave another involuntary shout and again jerked forward with the impact and started to sob.

Whack! And another shout, as I thrashed into the flesh below the first 2 welts. Whack! Shout! Whack! Shout!

After 6 strokes he started to writhe, but curled tightly around the chair, his bottom continued to take the punishment. Every stroke resulted in a shriek, and a few seconds after each stroke, another followed as I worked my way down to the top of his thighs. His face covered with beads of perspiration, and with loud sobs, he shook uncontrollably. 18 raised welts were already turning a beautiful purple, and would remind him for many days of his disgraceful behaviour that evening, and of the punishment received for it.

I waited a minute or two until he was a little more composed. "Stand up, pull your trousers back up, and come and stand in front of my desk again".

Red eyed, and with a tear-stained face, Sebastian looked the picture of misery as he stood in front of my desk. He appeared to be studying his shoes! "Look at me when I'm speaking to you! You will never ever again speak to me as you did yesterday evening. Do you understand". "Yes" he replied, with a sob in his voice. "Then apologise and tell me so" I said.

"I am sorry for last night" he stammered out, "And I promise it will never happen again. Really it won't".

"All right, I accept your apology" I said. "But you will go and face that wall, take your trousers and pants down again, and you can spend a little while thinking about your conduct while I have my breakfast. And when I've finished, I'll come and inspect your bottom and make sure you really mean what you say".

I went back to the dining room for my breakfast, feeling that I had accomplished so much already that day. And while I enjoyed my cereal and orange juice, Sebastian would be standing bare-bottomed facing the wall, thinking back over his rude behaviour and the correction it had earned. Yes, today was going to be a good day! And our marriage, already a most satisfying marriage, was going to be even better in the days ahead. And I had a curious feeling that, at the end of the day, we would be having a very passionate night together!

Melissa


On a Scale of 9.0 to 10.0

Aunt Kay,

You have a wonderful, informative and entertaining site. One of the best I've seen.

I just read 'A Husband's Essay', which deals with the issue of distinguishing fun, sexy spankings from real disciplinary whippings, paddlings, or canings. This is a common topic among your writers, and not surprisingly so. It is difficult for lovers to engage in spanking without arousing some sexual feelings.

At our house, we have several types of spankings. Some are purely fun, brief 'warm-ups' that are almost solely erotic. Towards the other end of the spectrum are punishments for various degrees of discipline. Of course, most of these arouse some degree of eroticism as your readers have noted.

My wife and I wanted a way to execute a purely punishment spanking when one was truly appropriate without arousing, to any degree, sexual feelings in me. This was a difficult issue because my wife, who is very athletic and strong, is neither vicious nor brutal (as I'm sure most DWC wives are not). Also, I can take a very hard whipping or caning, so it takes a lot to focus my attention on JUST the discipline. We have a solution which works very well in our household and which may also interest other readers.

Disciplinary spankings are rated by degrees from 1 to 10. Most offenses fall in the 3 to 7 range. The rare offense that is rated 9.0 to 10.0 is considered a severe offense which is punished in a manner that virtually assures that the husband will experience none of the sexual arousal which could make the punishment more tolerable or blur its effects. My wife administers these punishment sessions only after I have been completely relieved sexually. After that, you can rest assured that I will beg, plead, apologize and promise anything to get out of the punishment which awaits me. I can absolutely assure you that the whipping or caning that follows is one in which I will be completely focused on the offense and the discipline. The session truly makes a lasting impression, and it unequivocally discourages the offending behavior. It is also the only way I've ever been brought to tears by discipline.

As you can well imagine, I do not at any level look forward to these sessions. My only fond memory of such a session is that I have willing and completely submitted to my wife, accepted her judgment and endured her punishment. For her part, it is extremely rare for an offense to be rated 9.0 or higher which, we think, helps keep things in perspective for both of us. She is a kind, wonderful wife, and I know that a 9.0 or higher offense means that I've done something, thoughtlessly or carelessly, that deeply upset her. That is something that I really don't want to do, but I am after all just a man and do make mistakes. I am forever glad that I'm appropriately punished for them.

My wife is, of course, ultimately responsible for determining whether an offense merits a 9.0, 9.5 or 10.0 (a most unspeakable offense), but I am allowed 30 seconds to appeal her decision. Ultimately, I guess I'm glad that she doesn't change her mind easily. We treat these sessions much like a court-ordered punishment. A date and time is set. These are not administered on the spot (unlike discipline for lesser offenses which is often carried out on the spot or later the same day). It is up to me to make all the preparations and assure that everything (including me!) is in place at the scheduled time.

One thing which we haven't done but believe may be appropriate is have a witness. My wife feels that a witness would be appropriate as with public floggings in the old days. Some quasi-public humiliation would add to my contriteness. Perhaps some members of DWC would be interested.

As I mentioned at the first, most of our spankings do not fall into the category above. I am spanked for fun, for foreplay, for minor/major discipline and, sometimes, just because I need it or because my wife needs to administer a spanking. The strictly punishment sessions devoid of any hint of sex or sexual tension are extremely rare. We only offer this idea as one possible solution for couples who commonly involve spanking in their sex play or for 'regular' discipline and who also seek a way to distinguish those activities from focused, severe, non-sexual punishments merited by truly offensive behavior.

Graham


An Ear Pulling

Hello Aunt Kay,

I wish to share the transformation in my marriage with my lovely young wife ever since she showed me the DWC website four months back. I would like to inform the readers that both me and my wife are from northern India and are settled in California.

We have been married for three years now, and I have very much been the person who has been dominant in our marriage. My wife is a shy housewife who enjoys having fun but till recently, in traditional ways. One evening, she made me read some of the DWC stories aloud and giggled and teased me saying that she was thinking of using DWC techniques on me if I did not 'behave'. I thought she was just being funny and avoided the topic little knowing that she meant what she said...

Life went on normally for the next few days until we had a fight regarding some expenses she made that I did not approve of. In my anger I told her that she was completely useless and spent all day sleeping at home while I worked hard to earn money. I knew this was not true but I said it all the same in the heat of the moment. I felt guilty for a moment but I thought she would not take it to heart.

Over the next week, we were hardly on speaking terms and even though I tried to start a conversation with her, she did not respond. This was not normal as she was the one who would always try to make up till then whenever we had a fight like a good traditional Indian wife. Finally after a week I could bear it no more and asked her what I would have to do to end the tension between us.

She said that she had been deeply hurt by my insult the week before. I tried to laugh it off saying that I did not really mean it and that I was sorry. My cocky attitude was making her angry though, and I could see that she was not satisfied. She told me that I would have to agree to be punished by her if I wanted to be forgiven this time; otherwise she would leave me and go back to India. I panicked at this threat of hers and agreed to be punished.

She then laid out the rules for my punishment in true DWC style. She said I was to accept any punishment however humiliating it might be, and not try to wriggle my way out of it. I had no option but to agree.

She sat down in her chair in the middle of the room and ordered me to strip completely in front of her. She then asked me to go and fetch her hairbrush from the drawer and give it to her. I knew that she was going to spank me but she did not start right away. Instead she ordered me to pull my ears and stand on one leg in front of her. I should point out that being made to pull one's own ears is the most humiliating punishment in India (like being made to stand in the corner here). I felt ashamed and I could sense her power increasing as she teased and laughed at me for standing in that shameful posture before her. She scolded me for my attitude for a few minutes (while I struggled to keep my balance on one leg and all this while, holding my left ear with my right hand and the right ear with my left hand as she demanded) and told me that she was going to teach me a lesson.

She told me to accept my mistake and apologize to her and I begged humbly for forgiveness. Though humbled, I felt that I was being punished legitimately and this was the best way to atone for my mistake and satisfy her.

She ordered that as penance, I must now pull my ears and perform one hundred sit-ups in front of her. She wanted me to say "Sorry dear, please forgive me. I promise never to make this mistake again" as I did each sit-up.

This punishment is commonly given to naughty boys at school in India and she said I had behaved like one. I swallowed what was left of my pride and began to perform situs apologizing all the time. She smiled mischievously at my plight, and said that she was beginning to enjoy the evening. After I had completed my punishment, she asked me to bend over. She then spanked me fifty times as hard as she could with her hairbrush scolding me all the time. I was in tears by now and begged her to stop.

She said she would, but only after she felt I was truly repentant. She commanded me go to the corner, turn around, pull my ears and kneel in front of her, and stay in that position for a couple of hours and think about what I had done. She went about doing some housework as I stayed obediently in the corner in the position she had decreed.

Afterwards, she told me that my punishment was over and that she had forgiven me. She smiled and embraced me and I felt relieved that she was no longer angry at me. I felt that my position of dominance had been eroded and my young, innocent wife had assumed control. She uses these methods to discipline me regularly since that night. It has definitely made me more caring and respectful towards her.


A Warm New Year's Eve

Dear Aunt Kay,

I just wanted to let you know that the cane did arrive in time for New Year. I called my husband up to the bedroom and had him unwrap Silent Night. He didn't know whether he was going to get it there and then or not, and it was fun to see him delay and fuss with the wrapping. After I had it in hand and had taken a few snaps at the foot of the bed he was really sweating. It was then that I told him I was saving it for when we got home from our New Year's party the following evening. I don't know whether he was relieved or wished I would get it over with.

During the evening at the party, I would, from time to time, whisper in his ear how much I was looking forward to getting home for our own little party just to see the look on his face. When we did arrive home, I poured myself another drink and told him to go upstairs and get ready for his spanking. I wanted him to sweat, so I took my time and when I did enter the room, everything was ready, including Silent Night laid on the bed beside my hairbrush, paddle and belt. I was rather hoping he would try to get away with not laying Silent Night out, but he apparently knew better after fifteen years of maternal discipline. I gave him a good OTK spanking with the hairbrush and the paddle, then told him to lie on the bed; then I made him rise up a little each time I placed another pillow under him. I made the preparations last as long as I could, talking to him about how this had to hurt or he would learn nothing. I gave him five sharp licks with the cane, trying to judge just how hard to hit him. As I said, I have been punishing him for better than ten years, so I have a pretty good idea of the effect from his reactions. The first five obviously were not hard enough, so I told him that play time was over, from here on it was business, and gave him ten more that had the effect of making the night anything but silent. He yelped, jumped, wriggled so much I had to tell him in no uncertain terms to lie STILL until I told him he could get up. He lay there, whimpering while I finished the ten that I had promised him. After his corner time, I permitted him to come to bed.

Unlike many women, I have long since ceased allowing sex after discipline - that is part of his punishment, and he has adjusted nicely so that he does not bother me on evenings that I spank him. IT WAS A LOVELY NEW YEARS!

Stacy


A Husband's Essay

Therapeutic Spanking and Emotional Needs: A Husband's Essay

The excellent video, "The DWC Effectiveness Program", explains and demonstrates some aspects of the lifestyle advocated by The Disciplinary Wives Club. The club's web site, www.thedisciplinarywivesclub.com, fully explains the club's purpose, its philosophy and tips and methods for implementation. In addition, it contains many testimonials from real people who live the lifestyle. The general idea of the club, of course, is that wives can and should take a leadership role in their marriages, and should use very liberal doses of good "old fashioned" spanking to keep their husbands in line and to promote harmony between the two of them.

Erotic vs. Disciplinary Spankings

The teachings of DWC founder Aunt Kay have carefully nurtured many couples as they adopt the lifestyle for the betterment of their marriages. One of her principal contributions, in my view, has been to liberate couples from the model of "play" or erotic spanking. Generally, it is the husband who has initiated the DWC process by asking his wife for a genuine disciplinary spanking regime, and it is the wife who is at first reluctant to give it credence as a legitimate lifestyle choice.

Aunt Kay gives wives the license to use the hardwood, and other sturdy and serious implements, for genuine disciplinary purposes. Removing the husband's sexual fixations (and his critical analysis and attempts at direction) from the equation allows wives to express their own feelings without embarrassment and proceed with confidence.

Typically, it takes only a few strict sessions for the wife to become secure in her power and authority to settle disagreements with the hairbrush, strap or cane. For the husband, it takes only one good session to demonstrate the difference between play acting and real spanking.

Although Aunt Kay does not advocate brutality or abuse, a female correspondent at the DWC web site found no disagreement to the suggestion that wives "err on the side of severity." Aunt Kay wrote quite literally that "the harder you spank him, the more he will love you." Love is always present in great abundance in DWC marriages, as we shall see in the following sections of this essay.

"Purely Therapeutic" Spanking

Obviously, there can be stark differences between "play" or "erotic" spanking (with strong sexual arousal and pleasure overtones), and purely disciplinary spankings (pursuant to specific sets of rules and expectations, and with the goal of changing specific and previously defined undesirable behaviors). But the two are not completely dissimilar, and there are overlapping areas as I will describe below.

The simplest use of the disciplinary spanking is to treat the hubby literally like a child. He is informed of a rule, he breaks the rule, he gets spanked and firmly counseled about his mistake. Surely, there is nothing incorrect about this basic formula. But human interactions (and human feelings) are rarely so clear cut. Don't complex emotions lie right under the surface for both parties? The disciplinary spanking is usually a bit more complex than breaking a rule and paying the piper.

Purely erotic spanking activities are likewise a bit more complex than they might first appear. Even when one or both partners are sexually excited by the spanking, isn't there much more than a sexual thrill involved in the interaction? If we were to take away sexual arousal or release by one or both parties, would there be "nothing" left?

The DWC video encouraged use of the "tone up" spanking. The tone up spanking is similar, if not identical to what I will here call the Purely Therapeutic Spanking. I define this as one which "clears the air" without necessarily resulting from any particular, clearly defined offense by the husband. It shares traits with both erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking, and is perhaps a bridge between those two, if they were to be viewed as opposite ends of a linear continuum. Another way of visualizing the three types of spankings would be as somewhat overlapping circles, and that all three overlap in the "emotions" area. I will attempt to articulate this more thoroughly below.

Like all good spankings, the Therapeutic Spanking should hurt the husband's bottom enough to make him wish it would end sooner than it does. Like the disciplinary spanking, it is given at the sole discretion of the wife, and the husband has no power to negotiate or defer. Like the play spanking, it can have blatant sexual overtones (if the wife so chooses), or even be fully integrated into a sexual encounter. Her attitude can be stern, or not, and she can give it for a specific reason, or "just because".

Finally, and most important to an understanding of what can occur anytime a husband gets a serious licking, the Therapeutic Spanking is mostly about the emotional needs of the wife and the husband, rather than discipline or play.

Meeting Those Emotional Needs

My hypothesis is that the goal of a purely therapeutic spanking is to clear the air effectively, and this especially includes those times when the husband is in fact absolutely "innocent" of misbehavior. Let me elaborate.

Almost all of us, men at least, got into spanking through our erotic desires. Even a quite painful and unwanted spanking has erotic connotations to us, although perhaps not at the time it is occurring. I suspect the wife who spanks for discipline gets at least a little turned on, even when she's angry.

Related to the complications caused by the erotic overtones, but slightly different, are inherently intertwined emotional needs. Psychologists have articulated a theory of the "imago", the idealized but real world person that we love and choose as our mate. In our deep psyche, our life partner reminds us of the primary caregiver of our childhood. The theory goes as follows: by having sought out and married a person similar to that primary caregiver, we are trying to heal the emotional wounds of our childhood separation. These emotional wounds are a natural part of the process of growing up and becoming an adult, but we seek to heal them for many years thereafter. See Getting the Love You Need by Harville Hendrix.

Speaking as a husband, I believe that both play and disciplinary spankings can fulfill this emotional need, even when they hurt terribly and we do not want the pain.

I cannot speak for any of the women, but I have a belief about the emotional needs which giving a spanking meets within their deeper psyche. I think that deep within that same place in the female heart are two distinct and essential maternal instincts or yearnings, the twin desires to nurture and to punish. Giving her hubby a good hard spanking, perhaps when he doesn't even realize that he needs one, or why, can be as thoroughly maternal and loving as putting a sweater on a sweet little toddler.

The fantasy DWC wife for the sentimental husband (one with an emotional makeup exactly like mine, that is!) would always combine nurturing with her punishments. She would thoughtfully prepare two washcloths, a warm one and a cool one, at the same time as fetches her dreaded hairbrush. After exhausting her strong right arm applying a vigorous paddling his naughty bare bottom, she sweetly hums a soothing melody while tenderly ministering to his burning, scarlet hindquarters and snotty nose. Then, while he stands in the corner, sniffling and humble, she bakes a nice tray of chocolate chip cookies. Everything is OK again, just as nice as family life can get!

All fantasies aside, it is easy to observe that spouses feel a whole lot of love from each other following any spanking, and after a particularly harsh (for them) spanking, the effect is especially noticeable. It is not the physical act itself which automatically creates the loving atmosphere; it is the underlying emotional script. For example, she may spank him because he is depressed or pouty, although has not necessarily misbehaved. Getting this spanking--and he may need a serious one, just as when he has seriously misbehaved--will meet an emotional need for him, and he will love her afterwards for giving him the attention he needed.

On the other hand, it can be very therapeutic for the wife when she chooses to spank principally because she is feeling stressed up and needs to let off some steam. She may unconsciously pick an argument to set up her reason, or she may just announce her intent without ado. But when it's over, she will feel much better. In this case, she will love him for "being there" for her--"there" being OTK on demand, accepting a perhaps undeserved and perhaps vigorous blistering just because he loves her. Neither or these spankings involved breaking of a rule by the husband, but both were therapeutic to at least one party, and more likely than not to both parties.

An excellent example is Aunt Kay's twice-a-year birthday spanking ritual, where he gets spanked, quite hard according to Auntie, on both his birthday and hers. Hubby hasn't necessarily misbehaved at all, and probably not in a particular way in any event. Therefore a key purpose of the birthday spanking ritual must obviously be to re-affirm the complementary roles in the marriage. But another purpose, equally valid, is surely to meet those ever-present deeper emotional needs of both partners. Given with the force of a true disciplinary session, it may fulfill his emotional needs in a way that a play spanking, with a direct sexual connection, might not. And coming as an affirmation of her authority, and without being driven by specific misbehavior, it can touch both of their hearts right on the spot, in real time, in a way that a well-deserved disciplinary session might not, at least not until he has had a chance to reflect on his behavior.

An ideal use of the therapeutic spanking in a highly committed marriage is to settle a (perhaps minor, perhaps not) argument or spat between the spouses, of the sort which may have arisen as a result of a good-faith misunderstanding or poor communication rather than some deliberate or thoughtless misbehavior. A nice spanking can repair everyone's feelings without overanalyzing, and possibly re-triggering the problem . Family therapists believe that a forced apology is not a real apology, and the therapeutic spanking simply avoids the apology issue. Once she decides to settle the matter with a spanking, there is no longer a question or who was right or wrong in the underlying episode. A belated apology will not get him off the hook at that point, any more than an insincere apology would work to sooth her annoyance or hurt feelings at any point. A good hard spanking helps both parties get closure and feel loved again, so that marital harmony is restored. I would rather be spanked hard and forgiven than have my dear wife angry with me. A sound licking is a better palliative than a hollow apology. Haven't you husbands experienced this? And wouldn't you DWC wives prefer to resolve your marital problems this way?

Is There A Danger Of Overreaching or Mistreatment?

Some may fear that this power to spank at will, without limitation and even in anger, can make a marriage a totalitarian contract, where the husband is always the loser. This hypothesis requires an underlying assumption that the wife is lacking in character, and that therefore she will act unconscionably if it is within her power. On a macro level, this ignores the essential nature of woman, which is kind and nurturing. On the micro level, let's just remember that we love our wives, and we married to give them that love, not to judge them or criticize their integrity or motives.

A woman who can and will vigorously spank her husband in order to enforce her will is more likely than not an inherently an "in-charge" person, one who had already claimed the dominant role in the marital relationship. The use of spankings therefore is simply a manifestation of the pre-existing respective roles of the spouses, not a definer of those roles. The spankings become the vehicle by which both parties cope with her domineering nature and are able to coexist in harmony. As such, spanking is their safety valve, a glorious solution rather than a problem. The danger of overreaching or having too much power is therefore illusory; she had the power already.

Hairbrush Happiness: Therapeutic Spanking as the Ultimate And Therapeutic Pas-De Deux Of Marital Relations

A truly intimate husband puts his trust in his wife in many ways, not just when he bares himself to receive her righteous wrath. He has given her the key to his soul and his psyche, and he can share his every fear and secret with her. He may fear her paddle, but he has a secure knowledge that he has been accepted for precisely who he is, and that she loves him. It takes a trust stronger than fear to obediently respond to, "Lower your boxer shorts and turn around, young man", particularly when he knows only too well what will happen during the thirty minutes which follows.

Thus utilized as the loving couple's safety valve, spanking is the true therapeutic balm for the strife of married life's large and small challenges. In that sense, the familiar therapeutic spanking surpasses both the erotic and the disciplinary: it becomes a central sacred ritual of their marital union. It is literally the adhesive in the permanent bond to each other, built on trust and nurtured by a deep understanding of each others' needs.

The (Not-So-Secret) Secret Ingredient: Genuine Commitment

The sine qua non of the emotional satisfaction which flows from a therapeutic spanking is of course the genuine commitment between the wife and the husband, the "being there" factor. No visit to a professional domme or casual spanking encounter could meet a man's deeper emotional needs like a heartfelt (and bottom-felt) session given by the woman he adores. When your strict and loving maternal wonder exercises her prerogative (and duty) to roll up her sleeve to deal with some unfinished family business, she does so with the higher purpose of improving your relationship. You, yourself, may be angry at her at that moment, and usually will not want to be spanked. But you have made a commitment, so, like it or not as it is happening, you will bare your backside and your soul. You will sacrifice some dignity and, alas, you will likely sit with regret afterwards as a part of your penance.

But you will be rewarded handsomely. You will find forgiveness, and you will know that you are loved. You will lose this or that minor argument, but you will have won the true prize: the heart of your Queen. You and she are happy to be together, and you two have a relationship which works exquisitely well to resolve the tensions of everyday life, and to meet both of your deep emotional needs. What could be more therapeutic than that?


The Crack of Doom

Dear Aunt Kay;

I'm writing you today sitting on a pillow for some reasons I will now relate. I stopped by a friend's house yesterday and, well, he is something of a reprobate and we did toss down a few afternoon beers. I went home and the phone rang. It was "la Jefa" (boss in Spanish) all right.

"You haven't BEEN DRINKING already have you?" she demanded. "Well, uh, yeah..." "YOU RASCAL!" (never been called that before!) "You're getting the PADDLE and I don't think you are going to like it..." "Yeah, yeah right sweety-look I'm really not in the mood and..." "Click," she hung up on me. I pushed the threat to the back of my mind and went online. A few hours later she pushed in the door. "Into the bedroom NOW!" she barked (I do believe she has been talking to other gals at work who are into this). "Look-I'm really not in the mood and..."

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me across the house and into the bedroom. Next she pulled the wooden terror from the drawer and laid it across our official "husband spanking chair." In a fluid motion she then jacked my jeans and jockeys down below my knees and pulled me across her lap in a vise like grip.

"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!" the wood sang-she was definitely not out to tickle my fancy this time around! I can read her moods by the connection she makes on my butt cheeks and this mood read like "red hot ANGER!" "CRACK! SMACK! WHACK!" the rain of fire continued as I found myself bucking like a rodeo horse.

"OW! (smack!) Easy baby!"

"Don't (pack!) baby me! (smack) Let's see (WHACK!) is this (Whack!) gets through your (Whack!) thick MAN Skull (Smack!)! NO... (WHACK!!) DRinking..(KERAACK!!) IN...(WHACKK!!) the after..(SNACKKK!) noon! (WHukAK!) Do you (SMACK!) hear me? (WAACK!)

She was laying it on heavier than ever before and I was doing the mystery dance all right - could not break free though what with her vise like hand pressing down the small of my back and my now deeply ingrained sense of obedience to her higher authority.

"I'm sorry, (CRACK!) IT won't (Crack!) OW! Happen AGAIN (CRACK) OW!" SHE has yet to get me blubbering but I believe I was close yesterday as I squirmed under the merciless wooden justice. "The strap!" I gasped at one point, "Can you please just use the strap?!"

"CRACK!! CRACKK!! CRACK!!" came the answer in a redoubled fury ("Holy Terror" is right!)

For a while she rested her arm while calmly lecturing me on the importance of preserving my health. Then she resumed laying on the finishing swats with a fury that left me breathless and gasping.

So all you bad boys are there - take a lesson from me-don't do anything that will really piss your Disciplinary Wife off! You might get more than you bargained for! You can bet I won't be dropping over to my reprobate friend's any time soon! Bruised, welted and swollen, but wiser I guess.

Love to all you jefas out there;

Carl


The Sports Tally

Dear Aunt Kay,

I want to thank you for your website. For over thirty years my wife and I believed we were weird for the way we lived; your site has let us know that we are not alone.

Before we married I explained that for many reasons I reacted badly to verbal confrontation. Being nagged was something that my first wife was an expert at and I believe it led to our divorce. We also agreed that my wife would use a good spanking to "get my attention" whenever she felt it was necessary. Our arrangement has resulted in thirty years of happiness and three well-adjusted children.

We have a paddle that resembles the "Holy Terror" you advertise and I can attest that it works. I can expect, without failure, to have my bare rear laying in position across my wife's knees for any transgression I have committed, if she is in a bad mood (even if I had nothing to do with it) or getting "too big for my britches". A typical session consists of from 50 to 150 meetings between my cheeks, and the paddle leaves me quite sore. This usually happens on at least a weekly basis.

We also agreed that any objection on my part, or not staying in position until she is finished, would result in my being restrained in an appropriate position and the paddle being replaced with a cane. This has only been necessary about a dozen times and not for at least the last five years. Believe me, I try very hard not to object when the paddle comes out.

She also feels that if I have not received a sound spanking for a couple of weeks, I need a reminder of who sets the rules. My interest in sports is used sometimes. We may watch a football game on TV, and I get five swats for each point scored by either team. It it's a pro basketball game it is one swat per point. My high school was recently involved in a state championship football game, and she decided that ten swats per point would give the game more meaning to me. I was happy that they won, but with a combined 66 points being scored found sitting extremely difficult.

The benefits: We have never gone to bed mad. My wife knows that I have paid for anything I have done that displeases her or for having a generally bad attitude. Any anger she may have felt, even from something other than me, is completely released as I suffer across her knee. I never feel bad for something I may have done, believe me I pay for it. Really blistering my bottom often turns her on and, believe me, I benefit greatly from that. I even get something else to worry about if I am in a foul mood from a bad day at work.

Our arrangement would not work if she were not such a terrific woman. I always know why I am on the receiving end of the hairbrush and I believe am a better person because of it.

Again, thanks for your site.

David

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Additional note from Betty:

Dave's standing up watching me add this note to his report. He didn't let me know he was writing about our little secret. I don't care, but I should have been informed before I found it on the computer. I let him pick three of yesterday’s NBA games without knowing the scores. The teams don't matter but his picks had scores of 102-96, 117-100 and 102-99. Guess why he is standing.

I must admit I enjoy being in control as much as he seems to recognize its benefits. I also I have a responsibility to be fair and firm. And Dave will tell you that firm can be translated into quite painful. Even though I wasn't really mad, the last couple of hours have been quite enjoyable - at least for me.

If I could give advice to other wives who manage to be in control, it would be, never stop applying the paddle until you are satisfied. The condition of his bottom is something that is both needed and wanted. Extra spanks will never be as serious a problem as too few.


The Dragon Lady

Dear Aunt Kay,

I am a 45-year-old grocery store cashier/manager. My husband Michael is twelve years younger than me, and we met when he was working as a box and shelve boy at the same store. Being a store supervisor, I was often thought of as stern and demanding. I know that many of the staff would refer to me behind my back as the "dragon lady."

Michael seemed like very willing young man and would always volunteer to bag for me at the register. One thing lead to another and we started to have coffee together and share rides into work.

I made it clear from day one, that Michael would not be considered too old for discipline. He received his first bottom warming shortly after we were engaged and this has and will continue for the balance of what I hope will be a very long marriage.

Being younger than me, Michael can be very impatient and indifferent at times. He lacked the presence of a mother in his youth and at times I have to fill the requirement of both mom and wife. I am often mistaken as being his mother, since I suppose I do have the mature rounded demeanor of a parent.

Michael is kept on the demerit system, with a list of points allocated to inappropriate deeds. At 100 points, a full over the knee bare bottom spanking takes place. This also includes loss of privileges, such as having to leave the car in the garage for a week and being made to walk to work or missing his sports on the television. He acquires 5 points for items such as, being late for dinner, not cleaning up the shower after use, failing to place the toilet seat down etc. A hefty 25 points is obtained for being rude, impolite to either myself of friends. And so forth.

Each penalty point is paid out with one spank of the implement that I use. Michael can trade in demerit points at will for return of privileges. Last week he gave me 150 points so that he could attend a golf tournament that he would have missed. The next day his bottom was burning and he was in a great deal of discomfort sitting down.

I have a solid wooden armless chair that is perfect for a OTK spanking. Michael stands at my right side and is always red in the face as he prepares for what comes next. He lowers his pants and undershorts. I keep him like this for a few minutes, scolding him at length. I spread my legs slightly and just point to my lap. He then goes over my knee and places his palms on the carpet. His toes just touch the other side of the carpet and his bare bottom is openly displayed in front of me. I like to work each side of the buttock in turn, dispensing a distinct spank about every 10 - 15 seconds for the first dozen, speeding up to a faster 6- 9 seconds and ending the lesson with a BRISK one a second frequency.

I own a number of paddles and enjoy the Holy Terror style most. Michael is required to maintain the paddles and lemon oil and mink wax is always applied after use to maintain the smooth feel.

Thank you for offering a fine web page and for the support that you extend to wives all over the world.

from, Susan


Appreciation Today

My Dear Aunt Kay,

My wife, the love of my life, passed away. She said that she wanted me to find someone who enjoyed spanking the way that we did. You see, we didn't need a reason or an excuse, we used spanking in our household because we liked it. She was only 5' tall but when I was over her knee, I really got blistered.

One time, I got her a gift certificate to a lingerie shop and she came home and modeled a pair of 5" heels for me. I told her that they really made her legs look super but didn't she worry about falling off those things. She said that because her legs were so short, that when I was over her knee these heels would make sure that her thighs were straight out and level so that I wouldn't slide off her lap. The woman thought of everything. My wife was everything a man could ever want in a woman and I was so lucky to have her. I told her every day that she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that I loved her with all my heart.

If more men would quit trying to understand women and just sit back and enjoy them, I think we'd all be better off. Agreed?

Steve


Converts Make the Best . . .

Thanks for a great site, Aunt Kay!

When my boyfriend (now fiancé) told me he was "into being spanked," I was open to trying out this new kind of play, but unsure how the emotional side of it would work. How could I be the one in control if I was totally new to it? How could I avoid being topped from the bottom?

The DWC site gives me great concrete ideas, and even more important, helps me cultivate the loving but strict attitude that will keep my dear, naughty boy in line in our coming life together. I click the sponsor links each time I visit (most are actually worth looking at in their own right), and really enjoy the letters and stories.

Just to show that, as my grandpa used to say- converts make the best Catholics, guess which one of us led the way into the leather shop in the Village where we acquired a big, black paddle for special occasions? I've also been known to pull hairbrushes and other implements out of my purse at unexpected moments, to remind him that a spanking is never far away. Our relationship, always strong, now has a whole new dimension to explore, and I'm enjoying my job of being in charge whenever I want.

Jill


The Sister-in-Law Knows

Aunt Kay,

Thanks for your site. My wonderful wife and I were introduced to it by her sister after my wife left me and I enlisted her sisters help to get us back together. Following my sister in laws advice, we worked out a new lifestyle. In six short months my wife has become an enthusiastic and accomplished disciplinarian, despite considerable trepidation on both our parts to start with. Before, I would realize that I had done something to hurt or annoy her, and spend days trying to put it right. It's different now. When I see that certain look on her face, I know I'm in for it. My stomach starts to churn, and all I can think is "please not the cane. Please let it not be the cane". I know that no matter what implement she chooses, I'm shortly going to be hollering and begging her to stop, but I dread the cane like nothing else. She certainly errs on the side of strictness, and I hate everything about our discipline sessions, but it got me my wife back, and she's happier now than she ever was before, so I'm not complaining. Keep it up.


Crack That Crop

Dear Aunt Kay;

Oh, I think I'm in for it tonight. We've had company for a while here and she only had a chance to try her new riding crop once before they showed up and I think my behavior has been pretty bad, so I'm guessing it's going to get a workout tonight. She was just working it lightly last time and it had a rather pleasant spat that didn't even make me jump but I've got a feeling that if she really cranked on it, I'd be jumping. "Men!" she was saying this last time in a tone that spoke volumes. Got me thinking that yes, we are perhaps some exasperating creatures-like I don't do housework, I'm loud and prone to macho swaggering, and I have a host of other habits I know she finds annoying. Ah well, get to pay for it all tonight and love every minute of it. Weird-and if my buddies ever found out ... well they never will so that's the end of that. If all women were to justly punish their men for loutish behavior and the like they wouldn't need chairs for men I suppose, but guys without a disciplinary wife don't know what they are missing! People are always saying what sane and balanced people we both are and I attribute a lot of it to these periodic and dramatic reversals of the traditional roles. I believe it tends to even things out.

Love; DJ


Happy Travelers

Just back from the magical southwest after a wondrous journey through that area of awesome natural features. People have been asking what the highlight of the trip was for me and I can't really tell them. I can, however, tell you. We were driving through the Alpine country and found a lonely little timber road. We parked the car and I noticed that my wife loaded the hairbrush into the backpack. We then started out through the pines tapping walking sticks so as not to surprise any wildlife. We found the most beautiful little mountain clearing and She decided that this was to be the spot. There was nowhere to sit for OTK, so She had me drop my jeans and grab my ankles. She paused before commencing work and for a while I felt the eager mountain airs caressing my hungry keister. Then the spanking started. She was throwing the wood with purpose that day and I did do some jumping and yelping. She decides when to stop any more and She did give me ten heavily wound up cracks I could have done without. But I guess it was worth it because for the rest of the day I felt a rosy glow unlike anything I've experienced before. "How's your bottom?" She asked me as we dined. "Radiant!" I answered. (As was that evening in the motel room.)

The Hairbrush Starts Here

Dear Aunt Kay,

Thanks for the advice. I'm going to give Arthur his first session tonight.

I'm a little nervous, but thanks to all the good stuff on your site, not nearly as nervous as I could be. I just wish I could get hold of your manual *before* I started, but we're in Europe for a few more weeks and I don't trust the international postal service to get it here before we go. I bet it's got loads of good stuff in it.

I hope people notice the improvement in Arthur's behavior when we get back. He really *is* a little boy at times, despite the fact that he's 35.

I'm going to do as you suggested, and start off slowly. I'm sure I'll get enough feedback. He's bound to try to take it without letting on it hurts (you know, the macho thing), so by the time he begins to really wriggle, I'll know I've made an impression. I've got a beautiful big wooden hairbrush that I found in an antique shop here.

Honestly, as well as the nerves, I can't remember the last time I was so excited. It's strange really, until about two years ago I'd never even thought about spanking a man. I'll certainly let you know how it goes; your site has been so valuable in helping me put my dream into reality. I feel a bit like a schoolgirl again. I noticed that one of the people who had a story on your site made a rule that there was to be no sex afterwards. That's not a rule I'll be making!!! (smile)

Love, Ingrid

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Dear Aunt Kay,

!!!!!!! I've just had one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life.

I won't go into detail, because you obviously know *just* what the delights of spanking are. I had to tell you though, that if it hadn't been for some advice on one of your pages, the whole thing could have turned into an embarrassing disaster.

I'd sent Arthur off to have a shower, and told him not to bother getting dressed as I was going to give him his spanking. I couldn't interpret the expression on his face, but he went off upstairs. I gave him ten minutes, then went up and told him finish up, dry off and get himself into the bedroom.

I settled myself on the bed (he's 6,' and quite muscular, so I thought I'd try that position first), with my hairbrush at my side.

After a couple of minutes he came in looking a little sheepish. I told him to come and stand in front of me, and lectured him about his problem areas. He stood there sort of sullenly, and I thought I might be in for some trouble getting him across my knee. (I'd worried about this for some time.) I tapped my leg with the hairbrush, and told him to get into position, but he just stood there like a big lummox.

This is where the advice on your site proved *so* useful. If I hadn't read it, I think I would have blown it by either loosing my temper, or starting to plead with him to do as he was told. Instead, I had the plan well worked out in my mind, and I just got up and gave him an almighty whack on the back of each thigh. He wasn't expecting *that*, and yelped at the sudden sting, but I just went round to his front, looked him straight in the eye and said in the coolest most menacing voice I could , "When I tell you to get across my knee, you do it." He looked quite startled, but when I sat down and tapped my knee again, he got into position quite quickly.

After that I followed your other instructions 4 - 4 - 8, and then begin in earnest. After I had given him those 8, and he hadn't tried to wriggle off my lap, I knew that I was now a disciplinary wife!

I wasn't too severe, by the end his bottom and the tops of his thighs were a deep ruby red, but today there was very little marking, so I suppose I didn't get it *quite* right. Next time I'll try harder strokes, and perhaps a slightly slower delivery. I made him stand in the corner for about ten minutes afterwards, then we had a truly memorable time. We had another this morning!

He's gone off to work now, but I just had to thank you. I think that section about what to do if they won't play ball should be underlined in RED.

Love, Ingrid


South of the Border

Dear Kay,

I live in South America and am married to a beautiful woman who administers regular spankings whenever she thinks I have misconduct or disobeyed her. Although she has always dominated me orally from the beginning of our relationship, she has just come to spanking one year ago. I think this was the natural consequence of her dominance. She realized that only domination was not sufficient and that a good spanking could make her achieve her objectives more efficiently.

The first time she spanked me was when we went to a party organized by her cousin. I started saying some silly jokes about the stories she was telling to a group of friends. She immediately told me to shut up, in such an authoritative way that everybody was frozen, including me. I didn't know where to hide. I just tried a silly smile and began talking about something else.

When we left the party she remained in silence till we reached the car. Once inside she told me, with a finger at my face, that I had exceeded her patience and that she would give me a spanking when we got home. Those words had a strange impact on me, a mix of pleasure, since I always secretly wished she would spank me.

After entering our home, she put her bag on the table and went to our bedroom after me. There she took off her high-heeled sandals and, without further advice, started spanking me with the leather sole. She was very furious, and after some swats I could just ask "Please, honey, no more, I'm sorry. Please, stop!" But she just couldn’t stop until her rage had vanished. After having printed a lot of red marks, she told me to take my pants down and lay on her lap, with my bare bottom up. She applied the hardest spanking I have ever had in my life. In 38 years I could never suppose that a spanking in the bare bottom could sting so much.

When she finally finished, she said, still holding the sandal in her hand and pointing it at me, that from now on, things would be different in our relationship. Whenever I misconduct myself or didn't follow her orders, I could expect a similar treatment. She made it very clear that she would not allow arguments from me and that any disobedience would be punished with a spanking.

That has been our routine. I receive at least two spankings a month, some lights, some very severe, after which I always finish in tears. The "touch of art" in those severe spankings is that she always use the sole of her high-heeled shoes, which is a very sexy component in the ritual, and that I hardly see described in the stories of US residents, which usually use hairbrushes.

I think this is because of the difference between the cultural heritage of United States and us. Here in my country, when we are punished by our mothers in the childhood, a slipper is always used, never a hairbrush. This fact, joined with the sexy appeal that a high-heel adds to every woman, in my point-of-view, is much more exciting to be spanked with shoes than with hairbrushes. Sorry for my bad English.

Carlos


A Loving Spoonful

Dear Aunt Kay:

Last night as we were getting ready to go out to a fund-raiser for our son's school, a friend called for directions to the soiree. Renee and I were in the kitchen and the kids were shooting baskets in the driveway.

The friend, who talks to Renee frequently, asked a direct question from which I inferred she knew of a problem our son had been having at school. I answered her with a factual statement of what the assistant principal had told me, and my wife's eyes burned into me for disclosing this. I defensively told Renee what the friend had said and explained that "I thought she knew."

Renee reached for the heavy wooden spoon and said, "Get off the phone right now. Ask her not to breathe a word of it and get to the bedroom." I am sure our friend heard every word.

In the bedroom, Renee said very angrily, "We won't have the house to ourselves tomorrow morning (Sunday is our usual private morning), but we do right now. Get those pants down and get over my knee."

Well, it didn't take long, but it was memorable. The spoon fell full force about 25 to 30 times, with continuous scolding about what a big mouth our friend has and how could I be so thoughtless and so forth. She put me in the corner and we were both breathing like we had run a race.

When I went to get dressed a few minutes later, I could see the imprint of the spoon head so clearly I could have counted the exact number of swats I had received. But I didn't want to do anything except get on with the evening.

And it was a great night. Renee had extirpated her anger completely. I had not even apologized although we both knew I had made a stupid mistake and that going over her knee was the best way to deal with it. There was nothing sexual at all, but love--well, love was all over the place, during the spanking, afterwards and all day today. We both knew that I probably deserved a harder and longer punishment, but we haven't spoken about it since, even though we have had many private opportunities.

She is really getting accustomed to using this power in a very positive way and there is no "topping from below" going on here. Yes, I still believe (except when I am actually getting it, of course) that she should give stronger doses, but she is strict and she is in charge. I don't have any choice but to present my bottom when she demands it, and we are definitely past the point of turning back the clock on that. I still want your help if she calls you, and I am grateful to you for your leadership in this important arena.

Most respectfully,

Marvin

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Note to Marvin

I can surely understand Renee's response in that situation. My hubby also got one of his "most memorable" spankings for unbecoming behavior in front of friends.


Four Letters From Del

Dear Aunt Kay,

We have never breathed a word about this to anyone, but my wife and I have dabbled in domestic discipline for years. Nothing much to start with-you understand, a few slaps here and there-but we did find out early on that I liked being chastised and she did not. Guess my ego and her aversion to anything resembling violence precluded this from being anything but a once in a blue moon bit of spice.

In the last couple of years this has changed. Like it seems as I became more secure and our relationship solidified so to do our willingness to push the envelope. It has been mostly me initiating these sessions and have had to explain to her that to me it is not violence at all.

Now the last couple of weeks have been something of an escalation. I'd barely recovered from the previous weekend's chastisement when I found myself craving another. I told my wife about it, and she agreed to do me once we were done with shopping. Needless to say, I was highly agitated marching through the store.

We got home and I immediately finished my work off, poured a drink and jumped in the bathtub. My wife remained totally clothed. I walked into the bedroom and there she sat on the official discipline chair; paddle, strap, and hairbrush in easy reach. I dropped the towel and for a while we just stared, then she motioned for me to go OTK.

She's getting frightfully good at this-like she knows right where to take me, and she plays my fanny like a violin until she brings it to that perfect glow. It seems I'm going mystical at times. Like this last time I was having visions of the ancient Eleusian rites and other times I've had visions of Earth Goddesses. Not sure why this thing turns me on to such a cyclonic degree. Childhood might have something to do with it, but I think it goes deeper than that. Throughout history there have been flagellant cults all over the world playing to some basic need in some people.

I know for a fact many guys are secretly turned on by the prospect of receiving spankings from their loved ones but will never admit it. It takes one incredible degree of trust to pursue this thing and a high degree of self-assurance. But it seems ridiculous and it goes against every macho preconception there ever was. Which is maybe exactly the point. Letting someone else take over. Of being vulnerable. Of atonement or something like that.

I can't say this thing is for everyone, or even very many folks. I can say I've been walking around all week feeling strangely in touch.

Yours Truly, Del


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Dear Aunt Kay,

I just talked to my goddess over the phone and is she mad at me! Hey I'm a man "and is not a man stupid?" Zorba the Greek said. Little bit of intemperance with the vodka bottle yesterday...hey! Boys will be boys! Well, she's kind of P/O'ed and dropping some large hints about a paddling to come. Now that wooden thing hurts....Never wish too hard for a thing, you might actually get it. Before it was always me initiating the spankings, but now all of a sudden it's her bright idea. Think I've created a monster here. Should I refuse? No-it's all too titillating.

Love, Del

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Dear Aunt Kay,

This is getting scary! SHE just called and said I was in for a paddling. The prospect makes me impossibly steamy but also a bit scared. This has never happened before and much as I like it, it's weird having HER call the shots. Two more hours to go!? Think I'll run out and buy her some flowers because from the sounds of it I'm in for a severe session. Butterflies in stomach and my blood rushing in my veins-feel like I did when I was 13 and that art teacher invited me out in the hall for some TLC with her ruler.

Love your site! Del


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Dear Aunt Kay,

Now that was scary! She ate a little supper while the threat hung in the air like an Apache helicopter. Then she invited me into the bedroom. "Strip!" she ordered as she fished in the drawer for the instruments. Absolutely...There's something so magical about going over my wife's lap. She started with the strap, which I like. Scary stuff started when she switched to the paddle and she was wielding it with a sense of purpose. "OW! OW! OW! Gosh you’re getting good with that thing, honey!" About 10 whacks in I relaxed and found myself arching for the wood, she's going to spank me to the color of Napa Valley Wine! When she finally did let me up I was glowing in the dark. Don't think I'll be doing the drunken lout shtick again any time soon. She is getting good at this.

Love, Del


Happy Spanking

Dear Aunt Kay,

I won't bore you with the reasons we got into domestic discipline. I want you and your readers to know how it is at our house. Tim and I work in our own business. There are times when he requires an attitude adjustment. Here is how I do this. When the doors are locked, I sit at my desk, Tim stands beside me, I lecture him, and then he is required to bring me the cane, apologize for his behavior, and ask me to punish him. I have him bend over a chair, with bare bottom and proceed to deliver. This session takes about thirty minutes. I must assure you that each stroke is severe, and brings out a big red welt, he is usually crying after a good dozen. I inspect his bottom each morning after one of these spankings, if the welts disappear before three days, I know I wasn't severe enough.

At least once a month, we arrange to have the house to ourselves for a weekend, or we may go out of town to a hotel. I have told Tim that it is spanking day, and he knows what is in store. For these prolonged sessions I have developed a ritual. When I am ready, I have Tim come to me. He will stand in front of me and I begin my lecture. What do I say? It goes like this. "You know Tim that in the last month I have had to spank you three times. I notice that after these spankings, you are very well mannered, so it seems to me that you could benefit from a day devoted to your correction. You are an adult male, but there is a little boy in you that needs to be spanked. Go to the bathroom and bring me my hairbrush." Tim brings the hairbrush and I have him lay across my lap. I bare his bottom and proceed with the brush, making sure that each cheek is crimson red. I use moderate strokes, but lots of them. the hairbrush lasts as long as my arm can endure.

Tim may or may not be brought to tears by the hairbrush, but the day has only started. He will thank me for the use of the hairbrush. We then will likely have lunch, after which I may read or watch television. Tim, meanwhile, is required to bring out the cane and the leather belt I like so much. When I am ready, Tim is required to lay on the bed with a pillow under his stomach. I again bare his bottom and I use the belt. I deliver strokes from midway between his knees to the top of his buns. Tim will beg me to stop, cry, and plead for mercy. I only stop when I need to rest. When I am done his bottom is marked with belt lines that look like tire marks. Tim is always in tears by now. He will apologize to me, thank me for the belting and then we adjourn for our evening meal.

When we first got into spanking, it was at Tim's insistence. I made it clear that spanking was for punishment only and not a prelude to sex. (Although great sex has been a welcome side effect).

Happy spanking,

Cindy