[These are stories from commenters on The Disciplinary Couples' Club and not part of the Real People Section of the Disciplinary Wives Club.]
The
following story is a brief recounting of how my wife and I began our
journey in the Disciplinary Wife lifestyle.It was previously posted on
Experience Project. It is more or less a true recounting of the events -
just a touch of dramatization to make the story flow better. --Al
My
wife and I had been married over twenty years when she first put a
paddle to my bare behind. Our marriage had become rocky and troubled
over the years, with lots of arguing and bickering, very little romance
and only sporadic sex. And when we did have sex, it was very plain
vanilla - and although we were both sexually considerate of the other,
there was certainly very little adventure - and there had never even
been a hint of any interest in spanking on her part at all. I, over the
years, had occasionally dropped a hint or two of my interest in spanking
(having been fascinated by spanking since puberty), but she had never
even seemed to notice.
So,
it was one of the Great Surprises of my life when, during a rare moment
of candid conversation one evening in which we had shared our secret
sexual fantasies, that my wife told me, "You know....I would love to
paddle your ass!" This proclamation was immediately followed by
instructions to stay put - that she would be right back. She came back a
minute later with a ping pong paddle - and the next minute I was lying
over her lap getting my bare bottom paddled. And while it was an
admittedly mild spanking - especially by her standards today, it was
more than what I would have guessed - about thirty whacks that all had
some definite sting to them with a few real zingers towards the end -
offering a hint of what was to come in the days that followed.
The
events of the following morning continued to leave me somewhat shell
shocked - as I really cannot overstate how amazed I was by this turn of
events. After we awoke the next morning, took our turns in the bathroom,
my wife picked up the ping pong paddle and tapping it on her hand,
said, "We need to discuss you leaving the toilet seat up" (yes, I know
that is cliché, but it really is the way it unfolded) - and shortly
thereafter I was again lying across her lap getting yet another paddling
applied to my bare behind. This one was probably closer to fifty
whacks, and the whacks were decidedly a bit more intense than those of
the previous evening.
This
episode was definitely more like a real spanking than the first one.
And although it was still mild enough that it did not cause any major
discomfort, she did warm my bottom quite well that morning, leaving me
with the sense that I had indeed been given a spanking that Saturday
morning.
A
bit later, as we were having breakfast, my wife - now in an unusually
good mood - started teasing me with the idea that maybe this was just
what our marriage needed - that whenever I got out of line, she could
just put me over her lap for a good paddling - and that she could
probably get used to that idea. Again, I must say that I was truly
astonished that my plain vanilla wife of all these years had paddled my
bare rear twice in the past twelve hours, seemed to be enjoying it
immensely, and was now teasing me about paddling me regularly to keep me
in line.
Since
I had fantasized about having a disciplinary wife for years, I
immediately encouraged her in this conversation by joking back with her
that for the good of our marriage, I would drop my drawers and take it
like a man whenever she thought I needed it. And then I went on to tell
her, just a bit more seriously, that there were some good web sites for
the "disciplinary wife" - and told her about Aunt Kay's Disciplinary
Wives Club and another web site that had some good stories about wives
that spanked their husbands. Shortly thereafter, she was on the Net
reading all about wives that spank - and stayed there for the next three
or four hours it seemed. In the meantime, I attended to some various
chores and such. When she finally took a break from her research, we
went out for a late lunch and had yet another conversation. She had been
impressed with what she had read on the DWC site and believed that it
would be a good idea for us to try to the Disciplinary Wife lifestyle.
She also felt sure that I must feel the same way or that I would not
have told her about the DWC site - and that clearly I was ok with the
idea of accepting a disciplinary spanking - although she had some
concern that I would feel the same way about taking such a paddling once
I started getting the kind of "real
spankings"
as described on the DWC web site. But she did hope that I would be able
to accept true disciplinary spankings because she honestly felt that
was just what was needed to help our marriage. The way she saw it was
that most of our marital bickering came from the fact that I was an
arrogant, cocky smartass (and that was at least mostly true) and that
having my bare butt well paddled on a regular basis would be just the
thing to help me learn some humility. I, of course, agreed to this trial
- still completely overwhelmed that this was even happening - as I
would never have believed it if you had told me. We talked some more,
agreed to some basic rules, and that sort of thing. After lunch, she had
me take her to purchase a true wooden hairbrush as she had already
figured out from her research that this was an indispensable tool of the
trade, and that the ping pong paddle was simply not heavy enough or
durable enough to get the job done. We went to a few stores before she
found one that was sufficiently large and heavy enough to suit her.
We
arrived home with the brush in the late afternoon. My wife had already
told me that she was going to come home and type up our "contract and
rules" so there would not be any misunderstandings. When we got home,
however, she informed me that before she went to all the trouble to type
all that up, that she needed to make sure that I meant business and
would be willing to accept a real disciplinary paddling - so I needed to
go the bedroom and drop my drawers. We had already agreed at lunch that
I was granting her the power to spank me at her sole discretion - even
if it was just because she said so - so I went to the bedroom. And,
besides, although I was somewhat nervous about getting a "real spanking"
with a hairbrush, it was - after all - what I had fantasized about for
years. But the first crack of that hard wood brush against my bare ass
was nothing like my fantasy - it was like a shock - it hurt - it stung -
it burned. Then there were three more in rapid succession - two for
each cheek. I yelped, I cussed. I wanted them to stop. But then there
were five more sets of four like that - and with each set she increased
the intensity just a bit it seemed - the warm-ups that Aunt Kay
describes on the DC site's techniques section. They all hurt, and stung,
and burned - but at least I had adjusted to the initial shock enough
that the temptation to jump off her lap had diminished - still, she had
wrapped her legs around mine to lock me in after the third set - as my
legs were kicking and flailing about, and my ass was squirming around
all over her lap as the swats grew harder. But then the sets of four
were over, and the real spanking began. She started paddling and didn't
stop - she alternated cheeks at times, and then swatted the same spot
repeatedly for a few times - painting my bottom a solid crimson. Every
whack stung and burned - and soon my ass was on fire. I yelped and
moaned, cussed and begged, kicked and squirmed, and ultimately submitted
to the pain, tears flowing, gasping, finally softly sobbing. And
finally it was over. I slid off her lap and onto my knees next to the
bed, my head resting on her lap, where I found comfort as I dried my
eyes and caught my breath. My ass was still on fire and crimson red -
there must have been a hundred
whacks
including the warm-ups. But I still somehow thanked her for helping me
to become a better person. She smiled, told me she loved me, and that
she was glad that I understood that the spanking was for my own good and
that I would become a better man for it.
A
bit later, when it was all said and done, we had a drink and talked
some more. The reality had been far different than the fantasy - but now
I knew what I had consented to - and it certainly bore little
resemblance to the earlier sessions with the ping pong paddle. And, yes,
despite just having experienced the reality of a true disciplinary
spanking, I was still ready to have a disciplinary wife who would be
regularly paddling my bare behind. My wife, who as far as I would have
ever guessed was about as plain vanilla as they came, shared her
thoughts with me as well.
She
told me that when we had both managed to open enough last night enough
to share some secret thoughts with one another, and that I had shared a
fascination with being spanked, she did not want to waste this rare
opportunity of openness, and that she was really willing to try almost
anything to spice up our love life and improve our marriage of
mediocrity - so she had thought "What the hell, let's play....". And,
then about half way through that first "play spanking" with the ping
pong paddle - she began whacking me hard enough to generate a little
sting and I was squirming around just enough that she began to enjoy the
sense of power that spanking me was giving her, finding it both
emotionally satisfying and sexually stimulating at the same time. She
had found herself excited at the prospect of a repeat performance the
next morning, and had completely enjoyed giving me the somewhat more
intense spanking the following morning, again experiencing the same type
of satisfaction that she had experienced the previous evening. A couple
of things happened after both spankings that really reinforced the
experience as well. First, the love making that followed was the best in
years! Secondly, I had opened up to her in a way that I had not in
years - dropped the walls and made myself vulnerable - resulting in an
emotional closeness we had not experienced in a very long time. To her
surprise and my complete amazement, my wife had found that she was
enthusiastic about the idea of assuming the role of the disciplinary
wife.
Once
I had survived the test of a real disciplinary spanking, and we had
agreed to "sign the contract", I was informed that I would be receiving a
daily paddling for the next week as a commitment to our new lifestyle,
as well as to emotionally and physically condition me for my new role as
a disciplined husband. And so began our new lifestyle, saving us from a
marriage of mediocrity.
User Story 3
MY HUSBAND AND I HAVE BEEN MARRIED 15 YEARS.
WE MARRIED WHILE IN
COLLEGE AND FOR THE FIRST TEN YEARS OF OUR MARRIAGE, HE DID AS HE
PLEASED, OFTEN IGNORING WHAT I FELT. I BEGAN TO RESENT HIM MORE AND
MORE.
MY SOLUTION AT THE TIME WAS TO BECOME A NAG, AND MY WAY OF
PUNISHING HIM WAS TO REFUSE HIM SEX. NEITHER OF US WAS HAPPY AND THE
ONLY THING THAT KEPT US OUT OF DIVORCE COURT WAS OUR TWO SONS.
ONE DAY I CAME ACROSS A BLOG ON LINE ABOUT FLR. A LIGHT WENT ON AND I BROUGHT UP THE TOPIC ONE DAY ON OUR WAY HOME FROM OUR
SESSION WITH A MARRIAGE CONSULAR. FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE WE MARRIED WE BEGAN TALKING. LONG STORY SHORT, THIS WAS THE
BEGINNING OF OUR MARRIAGE. I CALL IT THE REEDUCATION OF A HUSBAND.
TODAY THERE IS ORDER AND MUTUAL RESPECT.
I HAVE A REFORMED HUSBAND AND A PARTNER IN
RAISING TWO BOYS TO BECOME THE MEN THAT WILL TREAT THEIR WIVES WITH RESPECT.
ANNA
User Story 2
A memorable spanking as an adult came several years ago when I rented a
room from a lady some 10 years my senior who I had met on a trip to
Italy. I had been living in her unit in Lane Cove for about 6 months
when she presented me with a very large telephone bill. I had been
making quite a number of STD calls and hadn’t told her about it. I
apologized and gave her the money for the calls. Neroli said that it
was very naughty to run up a bill like that without telling her. I
replied that it was naughty of me and I probably deserved a good
spanking. To my amazement and delight, Neroli replied, you know I think
that giving you a spanking would be good for both of us. So after
dinner tonight I expect to see you in the living room in your PJ’s ready
for a trip over my knee for a good old fashion spanking with my
hairbrush. Straight after dinner I excused myself and reappeared in my
PJ’s which consisted of a very thin cotton layer of material as the only
protection to my bottom. Neroli came out of her bedroom dressed in a
very maternal manner holding a wooden hairbrush in her hand and placed
herself in the middle of the lounge. She then summoned me to get over
her knee as it was time for my spanking. I positioned myself across her
lap. She then said that this spanking was long overdue as she had been
thinking for several months that I was in need of a damn good spanking.
I agreed with her that sometimes I could behave like a spoilt brat. Ah
she said, so you agree that this spanking is richly deserved and
therefore it should be long and hard. Yes I replied. Good then that is
exactly the sort of spanking you are going to get. Oh and one thing
more, yes I said, it is going to be administered on your bare bottom and
with that she pulled down my PJ pants. Neroli then proceeded to wield
the hairbrush in a very deliberate rythnm, slow at first, with a stroke
on each cheek and then one in the middle. After about 5 minutes the
pace of the strokes increased and the strokes become increasing harder
and I began to moan slightly. Neroli kept a chastising dialogue going
with the spanking telling me that my behavior would need to improve or
else I could expect to be spanked on a regular basis. That naughty
spoilt brats such as I needed to feel the sting of a hairbrush to keep
them in line and that she was most willing to tan my backside regularly.
That I obviously wasn’t spanked often enough growing up and that I
needed to be spanked regularly from here on to make up for all the
spankings that I didn’t receive. After about ten minutes Neroli really
let me have it and I began to riggle on lap as the strokes of the
hairbrush were now very rapid and very hard and my moaning grew louder.
My bottom felt like it was on fire. The final tanning lasted a good
five minutes. After the final stroke of the hairbrush Neroli rubbed my
very, very red bottom and asked whether I was going to behave myself
from now on. I said yes mam, I promise. And what will happen if you
don’t behave. I’ll get spanked again. Yes that’s right you will get
spanked again. In fact you’ll get two spankings next time. Bare bottom
spankings with a hairbrush. Now you would think that I would have
behaved myself for the rest my stay at Neroli’s unit. Before I moved
out of Neroli’s I was spanked at least another 50 times. Each spanking
was 15 minutes long and followed the same pattern.
User Story #1
Some disciplined
husbands are born. Some are made. Some stumble into the lifestyle, give
it a try, and are hooked forever. Dan was the latter.
Dan was not a natural
submissive. Quite the opposite. In his daily life, he was a senior
executive in a large corporation, with a reputation for being a hard
charger. While not an ogre or a bad person, he was hard on those
around him, and even harder on himself. The kind of guy who lives his
life at the edge of each new accomplishment. That kind of performance
comes at a price, however, and in Dan's case that price was stress at
work, and stress at home due to his tendency to bring his high-energy,
domineering work demeanor home at night.
Terry was, in many
ways, Dan's mirror image. She was an accountant who like the flexibility
of working at home several days a month, so she could spend more time
with the kids. While she worked for a successful firm and was good at
her job, unlike Dan she did not live for work. Though very pretty and
very smart, she sometimes lacked confidence and assertiveness. One
night she came home in tears after a confrontation with a co-worker. In
a similar situation, Dan would have just mowed down the offending
office mate, while Terry tended to let others walk over her. When Dan
encouraged her to be more assertive, she just sighed and observed
wistfully
that she was who she was, noting a marriage probably can't tolerate more
than one big personality anyway. Dan saw that as an uninspiring way to
go through life, but he also knew the price he himself paid for being
too assertive, too controlling, too domineering.
In truth, Dan wanted
more balance in their relationship, and he strongly suspected Terry had a
more assertive side. While it might not come out easily at work, there
had been signs in the bedroom. While their sex life was not the stuff
of Fifty Shades of Grey, nor was it entirely conventional. They had
experimented a few times
with Dominance and Submission, with Terry playacting the role of the
tough Dom, “topping” Dan, bossing him around, pinching his nipples, and
after some reluctance, giving him playful hand spankings. Terry could
not really get into the role-playing aspect of the dominance scenes,
however. While she did from time to time deliver
spankings that could be a bit uncomfortable, they lasted no more than a
few strokes and were delivered with much less than maximum force and
effect. The fantasy play also had a downside. These bedroom scenes
often involved "punishing" Dan for various real bad acts, but it was not
real punishment. It was more like foreplay. Foreplay that Dan very
obviously enjoyed. That made Terry a somewhat reluctant participant,
because the things he was being "punished" for in these bedroom
fantasies were often things that were causing Terry real anger and
hurt. Things like being too domineering in his communications with her.
Not sharing his feelings. Not being appropriately sensitive to her
needs. And then there was the constant after work socializing with
customers and co-workers. In short, Terry suspected that spanking Dan
as erotic foreplay in the context of a "punishment" fantasy might just
encourage his bad behavior.
Another problem with
these little scenes was that Dan remained
firmly in control. Terry never initiated a spanking. They almost
started with Dan suggesting they play that night. And, on those few
occasions where she spanked him a little harder than normal, he would
voice his discomfort and she would instantly lighten up.
But, deep down inside,
Dan didn't want her to lighten up. While he had never thought much
about spanking as a lifestyle choice and saw it as little more than a
way to add a bit of "kink" to their otherwise conventional sex life,
something about the harder spankings disturbed him, and not in a wholly
bad way. Something about those painful slaps on his bottom was both
threatening and morbidly fascinating. Like most men, he viewed online
porn from time to time, and he now found himself looking for spanking
content. While there was no shortage of male-on-female spanking
websites, there wasn't much in the way of content devoted to females
spanking males. And, what little there was tended to involve
professional dominatrix services, divorced from any real world
relationships.
Then, almost by chance,
Dan stumbled across something called the Disciplinary Wives
Club. He was struck by how different it was from the usual spanking
fare. It was classier, more feminine, and the title said it all. While
there were plenty of other websites devoted to spanking, this one was
focused on using spanking within the larger context of a disciplinary
relationship, with the female as the disciplining party. Relationships
in which women
take control of their marriages by delivering hard, disciplinary
spankings to the misbehaving men in their lives. These were no love taps
administered with a bare hand. No, these were real, old-fashioned butt
blisterings using wooden hairbrushes, paddles, and straps. Although many
of the stories and letters on the site had sexual undertones, and even
though some of the couples did have sex following a spanking session,
sex was not the goal and any overt link to S&M was actively
discouraged. Rather, the spankings were intended to be real punishment,
designed to correct real misbehavior. Letters from couples practicing
the lifestyle described real-life spanking scenes in which the wives
often initiated their new disciplinary relationship by announcing that a
spanking would not end until after—sometimes long after—the husband was
in tears.
Something about the
website hit Dan like a hammer. There was no denying the fact--and his
rock hard erection as he read the content testified to it--that there
was a strong sexual component to the emotions he was experiencing. His
arousal was, however, kind of like the excitement he experienced when
getting on a big roller-coaster at the amusement park. Excitement yes,
but intimately bound up with
very real anxiety, with an edge of real fear.
Yet, he couldn't stop
reading. Those who were raised in a time and place in which corporal
punishment was
doled out in schools on a regular basis will recognize the butterflies
in Dan's stomach. Those terribly long
walks to the principal's office after some misbehavior, folded note from
the teacher in hand,
knowing it contained an instruction to the principal that this young man
needed a good paddling. Anyone who has been through it knows that walk
is one of the longest of your life. What made those sessions in the
principal's office so dreadfully effective, besides the very real fear
of a painful, humiliating paddling, was the utter inevitability. Once
the order was given, there simply was no getting out of it. Dan now felt
a similar dread at the thought of his wife spanking him to tears.
And, while terrifying,
there was also something undeniably compelling, and he realized with a
shock that he as he read he had been thinking about this as a real
prospect. As something that might actually happen. The
thought of his lovely,
demure wife commanding him to submit to her rules, with the prospect of
having his ass beaten with a paddle or strap for any disobedience both
fascinated and terrified him. It was one thing to read about other wives giving a
good hard spanking to their misbehaving husbands, but the possibility of his wife giving him a real spanking, a spanking designed to effect a
major change in the power structure in their marriage, left him with a sense of real dread.
However, something
about that felt strangely right. Ever the adventurous and unsatisfied
soul, he had been looking for something that
would push some real limits, both his and Terry's. It had been years
since he had felt any real sense of vulnerability, and the fear now
gripping
his heart was driven by his utter lack of illusions regarding the
nature of what he was contemplating. For any man, but especially
someone
with his personality, to submit so fully and in such an embarrassing
way--and with the possibility of being brought to real tears--talk about
psychological vulnerability!
That night, as Dan and
Terry lay
in bed together, he broached the subject of the Disciplinary Wives Club
and its unnerving concepts to Terry. He talked about it almost as an
interesting novelty. A new bit of kink to share, like a funny Playboy
cartoon. The darkness of the bedroom mercifully concealed the anxiety
and embarrassment that surely were
written all over his face. But, Terry sensed his nervousness. It was
in his voice. Slightly higher pitched than normal. Tight and timid,
halting and
hesitant. On the surface he was just telling her about a naughty
experience on the Web but, as she listened, she felt something stirring
within herself. Was her husband doing what she thought he was doing?
Was he suggesting such a fairly dramatic experiment in marital
power swapping? For Dan's part, he really wasn't sure what he was
suggesting, or what he wanted her to say or do. In fact, a part of him
very much hoped she would dismiss
the whole concept with a giggle.
But, Terry didn't
laugh. Rather, she listened quietly and intently, interrupting now and
then with a question or noncommittal comment. She had never been
interested in the whole whips and chains, leather-bound dominatrix,
S&M thing. However, Dan explained that many of women who posted
letters to the website swore they were not into BDSM and had no
desire to be a dominatrix or otherwise adopt an S&M lifestyle.
Rather, many of them began as the less assertive partner in their
relationships, but they got into delivering real disciplinary spankings
after
finding that punishing their husband's bad acts in that way made them
feel more assertive. More powerful. More in control of their own
lives.
Laying there in the dark bedroom, Dan couldn't get a
read on Terry's reaction. She said very little, but seemed to be
taking it all very in, although he had not proposed it as
something they should actually try. After they had been talking for quite
some time, or rather he had been talking and she had been mostly
listening, she rolled over to face him, running the palm of her hand over
his chest and butterfly-filled belly. “Hey, you're trembling a little,”
she said. “What's that about? Are you excited, or scared, or what?” Her
hand then drifted purposefully downwards, coming to rest inquisitively on top
of his silk boxers, stretched to their limit by his massive erection. “Wow, I guess it's excitement, but I'm not sure I
would be excited if I were the one who might be on the receiving end of
what you just described. Very intriguing. I guess I'll spend some time
tomorrow checking out that website.” With that, she rolled over and went
to sleep, before Dan could tell her that whatever "excitement" he felt
was mixed with genuine terror.
Dan slept fitfully the
entire night and was on pins and
needles all morning at work, wondering whether Terry would follow
through
and actually explore with an open mind the website with its tales of
disciplinary women, or whether she would write it all off as some
perversity in which she had no interest whatsoever, assuming she went to
the website at all. When the phone rang and he saw her number on the
caller ID, his heart jumped into his throat, and he almost let it go to
voice-mail. But, he picked it up and croaked out a timid, "Hi there.
What's up?" There was nervousness, but also an interesting note of
strength in her voice as she summarized in two words her thoughts about
the website she had spent the morning viewing: “Very
interesting.”
Dan laughed nervously
and asked if that was all she had to
say. She hesitated just a moment before replying, her voice gaining
strength and authority with each word, “Well, if you really think you
want to try this, you better go buy me a wooden hairbrush.” His heart
again jumped up into his throat, and he literally went weak in the
knees. He was in a daze the rest of the day, and still in a daze as he
drove to the local shopping mall after work. He soon found out that
heavy wooden
hairbrushes aren't all that popular these days. It took him over an hour
of walking from store to store to find one, and then only after
sheepishly asking for help from a sales girl, whose eyes seemed to
twinkle for just a moment with knowing amusement. Although given the
state he was in, maybe her reaction was a figment of his imagination.
An imagination already whirring in high gear at what might be waiting
for him when he got home. His hands were
shaking as he paid for his purchase, then walked from the mall with his
knees again weak and shaking. And, despite his very real sense of
dread, his arousal had not diminished a bit. He had not been that hard
for that long since he was in this teens. A reaction he could not quite
fathom, in light of his very real fear about where his search for a
little spanking "kink" might be heading.
Terry was cooking
dinner as he came into the house that night and made his way to the
kitchen. It was clear she too was fighting to hide her nervousness, but
there was also something new. Some new assertiveness as she told him
to set the table for dinner. And, after dinner she got down to
business. Many
of the DWC couples she had read about had drawn up a contract governing
their new
relationship. Terry didn't insist on quite so much formality, but that
night after the kids were in bed they sat at the kitchen table and she
dictated a list of some of the things
that would earn Dan a spanking. Staying out late with the guys was a
big one, as was going out with them at all without permission. Not
showing her proper
respect. Copping an “attitude” when
talking to her or, like most guys, being uncommunicative.
There were other ground
rules. The duration and intensity of a spanking were
within her sole control. While they had set the foregoing list of
things that would definitely result in a spanking, they agreed that she
could spank him any time, for any
transgression, or even for no transgression at all. They also agreed he
could back out of
this new experiment at any time, except that he could not get out of an
undelivered spanking that she already had ordered or which he knew he
had
coming as a result of an agreed upon infraction. In other words, if they
were going to do this, it was going to be real, and not some sexually
titillating experiment that the could back out of as soon as his limits
were
pushed. They discussed the possibility of agreeing to a “safe word,”
which
I could use to signal if things became too intense, but they both
rejected the idea as leaving him in control, when the whole point was to
remove all his control and transfer it to her. Moreover, the spanking
described on the DWC website were supposed to hurt! Therefore, they
agreed they would not do anything to turn a real punishment into
something Dan could halt as soon as it got tough. They also agreed in
advance that while they were trying to establish these new patterns of
authority and behavior, she would err on the side of severity,
exercising her spanking authority often, long and hard. Throughout the
discussions, they were both embarrassed but tried their hardest to
approach the situation seriously and thoughtfully. Recognizing that what
they were
contemplating was a major, major change in their relationship.
"So, where do we do
from here? Wait until I break a rule and then you well tell me that I
am going to be spanked?" Dan asked, a hopeful note in his voice. But,
Terry knew that because this was such a huge change they were
contemplating, either one of them could get cold feet. And, as she had
thought about the change they were contemplating, thought all day about
what it would feel like to really take control over her sometimes
overbearing husband, she had realized how much she really, truly wanted
to give this a try. She was not about to let the chance to take some
control slip away. And, it was not like Dan did not have one coming.
His behavior had been bad for weeks because of the stress of a major new
work project. As she played back some of that behavior in her mind,
she had little problem ushering in this new era in their relationship.
“Go upstairs, take off
all your clothes, and wait for me on the bed. Take the hairbrush with
you. I'll be there shortly.”
Dan's heart skipped a
beat for the second time that day. But, almost against his will, he
found himself getting up slowly from the kitchen table, his hands
trembling as he reached for the hairbrush, which she had placed on the
table as they set out the new rules by which he would be governed from
this point forward. He climbed the stairs one by one, then walked
slowly up to the bedroom, his heart
pounding, the butterflies in his stomach feeling more like a flock of
angry birds. He disrobed quickly, his hands shaking so hard it was
difficult to unbutton his pants. He sat
on the bed, waves of fear washing over him, dreading what might come, on
the edge of backing out
of the whole thing, but holding onto a slim, hidden hope that her
resolve would crumble first. The hope grew slightly as the minutes
plodded on. By the time he heard her hand turn
the knob of the bedroom door, he was a nervous wreck and,
unfortunately,
the look in his wife's usually easygoing eyes left no room for doubt
that he had every reason to fear. Her stern countenance said in no
uncertain words that he was in for much more than he had bargained for.
With an
uncharacteristic firmness, Terry
instructed Dan to stand up, her eyes dancing with amusement as she
fondled his dumbly aroused penis, chuckling confidently, “I have a
feeling you aren't going to be quite so excited after I get through with
you.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and instructed him to lay
across her lap. He did so only after a long pause, and then awkwardly,
on the verge of begging her to
call the whole thing off. But, for perhaps the first time in their
marriage, he did as she commanded. After he was settled in, she picked
up the hairbrush, and stroked its
cool, wooden surface in lazy, gentle circles over his tensed bottom. In a
voice brimming with new found confidence, Terry took firm control of
their new relationship and her unruly husband. “You have had something
like
this coming for soooo long, and oh boy are you going to get it. This is going to hurt you far more that it will hurt me.”
With that, she brought
the wooden surface of the hairbrush down hard on his bottom. She
delivered four blows on each cheek in quick succession.
This was nothing like their previous sexy spanking scenes. It hurt like
hell and it was everything he could do to stifle a yell. She
paused for a brief moment, while he hoped against hope she was backing
out. But, unfortunately for Dan, it soon became clear she had only been
warming up. She brought the brush down again and again, alternating
cheeks and covering every portion of his quickly reddening rump. Hard
blows rained down on his bottom. Hard, painful, stinging blows. He lost
count around 50, but she went on and on, easily doubling that number. He
tried not to struggle, again and again fighting the urge to try to get
to his feet. He didn't cry at first, but it hurt so bad. and it just
kept going. Finally, when he could take it no more, he cried out,
"Terry, please, I've learned my lesson! Please stop! This hurts too
much!"
"It hurts? It is
supposed to hurt. You said a real spanking is what you wanted. Well, a
real spanking is what you are getting. Honey, I'm sorry, but we are
just getting started."
With that, Terry brought the brush down harder and harder. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.
Dan tried to "take it
like a man," but it was too much. And, it was not just the physical
pain. It was the knowledge that his wife was now more than his
partner. She had become his disciplinarian. His boss. And, it would
be like this from this point on. He has wanted vulnerability, and this
was it. As his situation fully sank in, he stopped fighting, yielding
to her. Submitting to her control, no matter how painful. And, with
that, the tears began to flow. Slowly at first. Then, as the brush
descended again and again, he began to truly sob.
Terry was surprised at how little sympathy she felt. He had asked for this. He did have it coming. And, it just felt right. As
she finally let him up, she knew this change would be very good for
them both. And, as Dan clutched his blazing bottom, he felt strangely
at peace inside, like
the satisfying exhaustion that follows a long run or a hard workout in
the gym. Only deeper. His moist eyes probably conveyed more love and
devotion than
she had seen in them in a long time. She took him gently in her arms and
kissed him, tenderly and lovingly. He felt utterly safe and comfortable
in
the hands of this amazingly strong, powerful woman that he knew was in
there all along. Those same hands that only seconds before had punished
his poor
bottom until he was crying like a little boy.
He knew nothing would
be the same, but he didn't want it to be. He had always loved his wife,
but he loved this new powerful version. Even more.