Hello, Aunt Kay
First, let me congratulate you on a wonderful website! An attractive background, pretty flowers, pleasant music - a wonderful setting for a discussion of corporal punishment for naughty husbands!
It was so good to find a site that offered a pleasant, homey atmosphere rather than the harsh dungeon environment. We were very glad to find there are other couples involved in similar activities to ours. We have looked at the leather and whips scene, but it is not for us. It lacks the vital compassion and love that we consider so important for domestic punishment. What happens in this house is good old-fashioned, over the knee spanking. It is the only position we ever use, and the only implement we have found necessary is a strap. My wife Fiona has punished me a number of times this way over the last 4-5 years, and I must admit I have deserved every bit of it.
Here is what she does:
She takes the strap from our wardrobe, and sits on the stool by her dressing table. Fiona gives me a good scolding, and finishes by pulling down my trousers and underpants. She puts me over her knee and gives me a few sharp whacks with the strap, which stings like crazy and makes me gasp. There is a pause, then more whacks. This continues for a while, with frequent scolding, until my rear end is sore and burning. Then I have to stand up and take all my clothes off, and put myself back over her knee for the 'proper' spanking to begin.
There is nothing subtle about the use of the strap from this point onwards. It is not a game; I am genuinely punished and there are no more pauses. I take my spanking as best I can, usually promising to be good in future and pleading for her not to smack so hard. Of course this makes no difference, and the spanking goes on and on and on until my bottom and upper thighs are seriously red.
And that is when we approach my limit. There comes a point, as all well-spanked husbands should know, when it all becomes too much. The fire in my backside rages out of control, and I know I can't take much more. My pleading and promising becomes garbled and desperate, tears start flowing and I beg her to stop. At that point I will do anything, absolutely *anything* to bring the punishment to an end. I cannot possibly take even one more lick from that strap.
And of course, the punishment does not stop at all. My wife is well aware of what is happening to me and just keeps on smacking because she knows I deserve what happens next. We both know I deserve it. I close my eyes and burst into tears like a little boy, and my words all run together into a meaningless bawl as I honestly learn my lesson. How many smacks I get from this point onwards is entirely up to my wife, who is firm but fair. A dozen is usual, but I may get more or less depending on my recent behaviour. Every smack she gives me opens a new world of fire and pain in my bottom, and I just surrender to her punishment and cry my heart out.
I continue to cry for some time after the spanking has finished. Fiona keeps me over her knee, and when I am able to hold a conversation again, she asks if I have anything to say. I pour out all manner of promises, telling her how I will be a good boy from now on, and that I am very sorry, and begging her not to spank me anymore. And I mean every word of it. I usually spend a good while laying on the bed afterwards, face down, feeling the raging fire continue to blaze all across my backside. It continues for a long, long time.
You know the classic line about "having to sleep on your stomach" after a hard spanking? It is perfectly true.
Tim & Fiona
Additional note from Fiona:
Dear Aunt Kay,
I was amazed when Tim called me to look at your page, I thought we were the only ones who used *genuine* punishment as part of our marriage. When he said he wanted to describe his spankings to you, I didn't think he was serious - you should have seen his face when he saw it this morning! I laughed and gave him a big hug; he is very proud now.
I honestly do believe that most men are still just naughty boys, they may have grown up physically, but their behaviour has not changed since they were in school. I don't have to punish Tim often but when I do, I see myself as his mother rather than his wife. Being put over my knee is obviously not something he takes lightly, but we both know it is done for his own good.
What a difference it would make if responsible women were running this world, instead of spoilt bratty little boys!