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