Dear Aunt Kay,
Shortly after Irene and I were married, we were going somewhere in the car and I was tired and aggravated at the time by the slow driver in front of me, and I cussed at him 3 or 4 different times. Finally, Irene said, "Stop that. I really ought to spank you for speaking like that".
Well, I stopped cussing and nothing more was said on the subject the rest of the day, but later on that evening I began to think about what she had said, and I could not get it out of my mind. The whole concept of being spanked by my wife was very intriguing to me, and I thought about it constantly, day and night, eventually coming to the conclusion that I knew I wanted her to be the disciplinarian in our household. But, by the same token, I was afraid to ask her because I was afraid of what she might think of me, so I stayed quiet on the subject, that is until a few days later when I got up my courage and blurted out to Irene, "Yes, you were right the other day. You should have spanked me. Maybe if you did I would learn to watch my language."
Irene just smiled and listened and didn't say anything at that time. I figured that now it was up to her to think about what I had said. Well, she didn't think about it too long, because the very next day she sat me down, looked me in the eye, and told me that she had thought about it and had decided that from that point on she was going to spank me whenever I committed any one of 4 different offenses - disobedience to her, disrespect to her or anyone else, cussing or excessive drinking.
During my first two spankings, Irene was very tentative. She didn't spank very hard and did not make me pull down my underwear, so I also had a little extra padding to protect my rear end. But that all changed before my third spanking - my first "real" spanking - and has remained the same ever since. My wrongdoing in that case was that I had not finished cleaning the basement in a timely manner, and Irene considers that to be disobedience. I had started to clean it on Saturday morning and had gotten a large portion of it done but had not finished. The following Monday morning Irene went shopping and ordered me to have it finished by the time she got back or there would be consequences to pay - and I knew full well what that meant. She said that as far as she was concerned, she should have already spanked me for not finishing on Saturday. Well, after Irene left a friend stopped by, and I ended up talking to him for a good while, and so I was late getting started cleaning. At the time I really didn't think too much about Irene's warning, because my previous spankings had all been bearable and I figured that even if I did end up over her knee, I could handle it - WRONG!
When Irene got home and saw that I wasn't done she was livid. She immediately marched me to the bedroom and summarily announced that I would be getting the spanking of my life, and that this spanking and all future spankings would be administered thusly: 1) I would be required to remove all my clothes. This would enhance my humiliation and feeling of helplessness, 2) I would be placed over Irene's knees to emphasize the fact that I was under the total control of and being spanked by a woman (thus multiplying the humiliation effect), 3) all spankings would be administered with the back side of a wooden hairbrush, and 4) I would be required to confess my wrongdoing, ask for the spanking, and thank her afterwards.
I can vividly remember that I was very, very afraid at that time and my voice quivered as I confessed my wrongdoing and meekly requested that I be spanked for it. Irene then motioned for me to lie across her knees and shortly thereafter my life changed forever. I can't remember the exact number of times I was hit that day (surely over 100 times), but by 20 spanks I was in excruciating pain and by 50 spanks I was crying. That was the first time (though definitely not the last) that I cried during a spanking. Afterwards I sobbed uncontrollably for at least an hour and was sore for a week.
My life changed that day and my Irene told me how intoxicating her power was and that we were never going back, so I'd better get used to it. Well now I know that I would never want to go back. I am absolutely sure that Irene's discipline sessions have made me a better person and I love her dearly for it.
Mike