Dear Aunt Kay,
You and your site have been so important in constructing our happiness that Katherine told me to send this report of our relationship.
I was representing an auditing company and, in this capacity, I am the kind of guy managers of client companies will fear. But I found a different situation when hired to review the accounting of a diagnostic clinic that belonged to the most important hospital in my area. There was a medical body, a technical staff, and a management team, lead by the `Administrative Officer`, Katherine.
She was in her thirties, was tall, slender and very, very assertive. She would have problems with the doctors, because she made a point of making clear that she was the biggest authority when it came to any administrative issue. She was very though with her own staff, but she would tolerate no criticism of anyone working for her.
By that time, I was coming from a divorce, and I had decided that if I had to start a new relationship it must be in the DWC style, which I had never tried, but I was convinced of that by my readings, particularly from this site.
Katherine’s assertiveness was exciting from the beginning, and I quickly got involved. We dated lovely and soon had excellent sex. But when I introduced the subject, it was a tragedy, I almost lost her.
Katherine said that being bossy was the worst part of her job, something she did just because she needed to, but hated, and that she was looking for a man who could take care of her. I didn’t give up so easily and said:
“Look, Katherine, don’t try to deny what is obvious: You love to be the boss, to say the last word, to be in command, that is very clear for anyone observing you. The problem is that you, like me, come from the type of culture where women are created to be the man’s servants, even if it is not their nature. But you live in a country of equal rights and opportunities, where women are given the responsibility of commanding jobs, and then your true nature comes up. But you think you have to hide it, at least in your private life, because you and your relatives will be ashamed of your easiness to command. Okay, I can understand, but you don’t need to reveal our little secret to the world, let’s do it in private.”
She said that she was very confused, but my final victory this day was that she conceded allowing herself a time to think about. I recommended the DWC site, saying that she would be in touch with very different relationships and that I didn’t necessarily like all of them. Time went by until she abruptly introduced the subject:
“Do you like pain?” she asked.
I answered, “Probably not.” The idea of pain is obviously exciting, so is the beginning of it. I have visited some professionals, and they go up to the point when pain is pleasurable. According to everything I have read about, the pleasure disappears after the first spanks, then comes the real pain. But the recipients quickly replace the pleasure of pain for the pleasure of obedience. Then they will assume a lifestyle of pleasurable obedience, or else... That conversation didn’t go further.
Our relationship continued very well (I even received the key to her apartment!), but vanilla. On an unexpected day, after almost a week when we couldn’t manage to meet, she called me in the afternoon and said, “You’re a lucky guy. Your day has arrived!”
Astonished, all I could say was `Yes ma’am`. She continued: “So you better pay good attention, because I won’t repeat, nor tolerate any disobedience to my orders, OK? We’ll have our basic rules, and I will issue many others as we go. Whenever I say `punishment`, you know that you are in for a sound spanking. You have to acknowledge immediately by replying `Yes ma`am` and, from then on, don’t allow your mouth to say a word, unless on my command. At home, if the order was given, you will receive the command `attention`. This means you have to strip naked and position yourself behind the chair in the middle of the living room, still, arms to your sides, ready to listen and profit by a good lecture. The next order will be `position`. When you receive it, bend over the chair’s backrest and grab the front part of its seat. This is the position in which you will be punished; don’t leave it until I command you. When I am done, I will tell you to leave position. You are to immediately report to me, kneeling and displaying your appreciation by kissing the back of my hand, still holding the implement. Then follow my orders, which will probably include some corner time. When I decide it is enough I will say `over`, and then normal life will be back. Is it clear?”
I said, “Yes ma`am.”
She continued, “So I want to have you at my house at 7:30, at attention.”
I was absolutely dizzy, but I managed to be there at 7 pm. There was a new chair in the middle of the living room, with a thick belt coiled over the seat. I took off my clothes and at 7:25 positioned myself behind the chair, as I had been instructed.
She entered 10 minutes later. I heard her steps in the house, but she didn’t address me. After going here and there, she appeared in front of the chair to say: “Good. Good to see that you understood. I am assuming direction of your life from now on and I want you to know that it may be hard to, but to disobey is much worse, understand?”
I said, “Yes ma`am.”
She continued, “Position!”
I did as instructed and saw her hand getting the belt. She worked like someone of great experience. After a dozen swats I couldn’t resist, but she couldn’t care less. I started to plead, to beg, to cry, to no avail. When she stopped I was a mess... I knelt in front of her, with both tips of the belt grabbed in her right hand, bent over it and started to say `thank you, thank you`, because I was actually grateful for the fact that she had stopped! Then she told me to go to the corner, where I stayed for more than half hour.
We had agreed that we couldn’t discuss a spanking in the same day, but from next day on we should be free to share our feelings. The next day during dinner she took the initiative: “Was that what you were expecting?”
I answered, “Yes and no. In more than one aspect it was way beyond my expectations. For instance: The spanking was much harder and much longer than I supposed; and after it was more humiliating and, believe me, you now have a very obedient husband.”
She replied, “It’s okay, because you don’t have to like it.”
I said, “Darling, it is not that! I hated being spanked so hard, that’s why I will enjoy so much obeying you, especially because I know that if I don’t I will get another, you see.”
She said, “I won’t even try to understand. I liked it a lot and I will keep with it, until you say very clearly that you don’t want it any longer. What did you like most?”
I replied, “I can’t deny I liked giving the spanking itself. Your attitude, obedience, submissiveness, keeping voluntarily in a position of suffering, was a must! And after, having you kneeling in front of me, thanking for the spanking and standing in the corner was superb!!”
I said, “So I have an idea that can give you pleasure and `spare the rod` on me. At a snap of your fingers and `that` look, I will acknowledge by saying `yes ma`am’ and I know that failure to do so will mean spanking.”
She then asked, “Why should I be happy humiliating my man?”
I answered, “No, you are not humiliating me, although I will feel humiliated. You are training me in obedience, and you know, the more you train, the better I will perform. I will be much more obedient. So you will only be helping me to be more obedient.”
She had been easy to convince. From then on she demonstrated her creativity. `Small punishments`, non-corporal, include:
* In the middle of an argument she snaps the fingers, tells me to undress and present to her. When I do so, she keeps me for some seconds in that ridiculous position, naked, hands to my sides, and says: `This discussion is over. I don’t want to hear a word about`. My only answer is `Yes, ma`am`, and then she says `Over`, and I can dress and come back to where I was.
* Sometimes she sentences me to wall time, dressed or naked.
* Other times I have to kneel in the middle of the living room, and stay in this position for one hour.
* She made me have a `punishment notebook`, where she would tell me to write 200 times sentences like `to obey is not good, to disobey is much worse`.
I receive one of these `little tasks` at least every two or three days. I am spanked hard at least every two months.
Our life has been of perfect happiness, and we owe a lot to the DWC site. Thank you, Aunt Kay.
Steven