Dear Aunt Kay,
I won't bore you with the reasons we got into domestic discipline. I want you and your readers to know how it is at our house. Tim and I work in our own business. There are times when he requires an attitude adjustment. Here is how I do this. When the doors are locked, I sit at my desk, Tim stands beside me, I lecture him, and then he is required to bring me the cane, apologize for his behavior, and ask me to punish him. I have him bend over a chair, with bare bottom and proceed to deliver. This session takes about thirty minutes. I must assure you that each stroke is severe, and brings out a big red welt, he is usually crying after a good dozen. I inspect his bottom each morning after one of these spankings, if the welts disappear before three days, I know I wasn't severe enough.
At least once a month, we arrange to have the house to ourselves for a weekend, or we may go out of town to a hotel. I have told Tim that it is spanking day, and he knows what is in store. For these prolonged sessions I have developed a ritual. When I am ready, I have Tim come to me. He will stand in front of me and I begin my lecture. What do I say? It goes like this. "You know Tim that in the last month I have had to spank you three times. I notice that after these spankings, you are very well mannered, so it seems to me that you could benefit from a day devoted to your correction. You are an adult male, but there is a little boy in you that needs to be spanked. Go to the bathroom and bring me my hairbrush." Tim brings the hairbrush and I have him lay across my lap. I bare his bottom and proceed with the brush, making sure that each cheek is crimson red. I use moderate strokes, but lots of them. the hairbrush lasts as long as my arm can endure.
Tim may or may not be brought to tears by the hairbrush, but the day has only started. He will thank me for the use of the hairbrush. We then will likely have lunch, after which I may read or watch television. Tim, meanwhile, is required to bring out the cane and the leather belt I like so much. When I am ready, Tim is required to lay on the bed with a pillow under his stomach. I again bare his bottom and I use the belt. I deliver strokes from midway between his knees to the top of his buns. Tim will beg me to stop, cry, and plead for mercy. I only stop when I need to rest. When I am done his bottom is marked with belt lines that look like tire marks. Tim is always in tears by now. He will apologize to me, thank me for the belting and then we adjourn for our evening meal.
When we first got into spanking, it was at Tim's insistence. I made it clear that spanking was for punishment only and not a prelude to sex. (Although great sex has been a welcome side effect).
Happy spanking,
Cindy