I showed your site to my wife, and she has certainly learned to spank. Please post this in the Real People section. I can't vouch for other such stories I read on the web, but I promise you this is what we live.
I have been tasked with describing in detail how I am spanked. My wife has been spanking me, at my request, for the last 5 years or so. I am spanked, primarily, for not completing agreed to tasks, and not pulling my weight or at least not creating more work for her. Although she occasionally asks if I have completed them, more often I have to self-report. Then we must wait until we have the house to ourselves. I often know that when we get home from work, I will get spanked.
When we arrive at home, I am sent to prepare the room. I get out the implements and put pillows on the corner of the bed. Sometimes I get a deck of cards. When we use the cards, we follow the game found in the DWC fiction story, “A Learning Experience”. In our version, I get the face value of each card that doesn’t match the target and 20 for each joker. In addition, if I match before drawing two jokers, we place the matched card back in the deck. Also, our deck has four jokers.
My spankings are always on the bare bottom. Depending on how Joy feels, she may choose to bare me herself. If this is the case, she undoes my pants and pulls them to my ankles. Then she grabs the leg openings of my briefs and yanks them down. I feel at that time like when I was a little boy, having my bottom bared forcibly for a quick, on-the-spot spanking.
Other times, she tells me to pull down my pants. With trembling hands, I undo my pants and push them down to my knees. As slowly as I dare, I push my briefs down.
My wife and I have been married for 27 years. When I’m pulling down my underwear to prepare for a shower, I don’t feel anything. When we’re being amorous, I’m aroused. When I’m pushing down those briefs before a spanking, I am again 10 years old, knowing that as soon as they are down and my bottom is bare that I am seconds from my bottom being on fire. Then I bend over.
Part of the spanking is yielding control. When I bend over, with my legs spread over the corner of our bed, with pillows under my middle, my bottom crack opens up, and the most intimate places on my body are on display. I am beginning to be humbled.
When the spanking starts, there is no warm up. There is no attempt to get me used to it or make it easier to give a longer spanking. This is punishment, meant to hurt, meant to leave marks, and meant to leave me crying and sobbing.
My last spanking, on Wednesday, was intended to be very severe, because it was something for which I have been badly spanked several times. She decided that I would get 100 with our frat paddle, 200 with our wooden spoon, 300 with our small paddle with holes, and 400 with our bath brush. These were not done all together.
At 6:30, I woke her up and she gave me 100 with the frat paddle. She moved them around, spanked slowly and very hard, and avoided much of the numbing effect. We then went to work. I knew there was more to come and had to anticipate it for the four hours I was at work.
At noon, I was to meet her. We went to a friend’s house for which we are house-sitting. My pants and shorts came down, I bent over, and got 200 with the wooden spoon. It is an OXO spoon, with a thick handle and good rounded spoon. I had tears in my eyes when it was over. When she was done, I had deepening bruising all over my bottom, with several prominent bruises at the top of my bottom, where she had concentrated several of the whacks. You could almost see the shape of the spoon in those bruises. I went back to work with more pain in my bottom, knowing there was more to come.
When we arrived home after work, she took a nap and I made supper. We drive in separate cars, so I arrived before her and got the implements out and the pillows set on the bed. After supper she told me to get upstairs. She decided to give me the 400 with the bath brush.
I pulled down my pants and jockeys again and bent over. This time she seemed to concentrate on the crease of both cheeks, where she had concentrated with the frat paddle. By the time she finished the first 100, I was crying hard. She leaned over and said, “That’s just the first 100. Just think, 300 to go.” She took a break and I caught my breath. She finished the last 300, and I cried hard the whole time, even after she stopped. She tenderly stroked my head as I lay there and gave me a warm, secure, comforting hug while I thanked her. I want to be a less selfish husband, and I always thank her for working to help me improve in that.
We had several more hours at home alone, and I had cooking to do. She told me to come tell her when I was at a point with time. So, a couple hours later, I did.
Down came my pants and jockeys and I bent over. By the time she was at 50, I was crying again. There is no numbing from the bath brush or the little paddle she was using now. I made it for her. It is about the size of a hairbrush, but a little thicker, with holes drilled in it.
She finished the spanking and softly stroked my head and told me how much she loves me as I cried it out. Then true to our form, I stood up and fell into her arms with my bottom still bare. I cried a bit more in her arms, thanked her and apologized again.
It is Friday. When I woke up on my back this morning, I was immediately aware of how much my bottom still hurts. There are bad bruises, particularly at the creases of both cheeks. There were little blisters where the holes of the paddle impacted. It will hurt to pull up my underwear for several days, as will sitting.
Aunt Kay, your advice about how hard wives should spank is right on. If I wanted some little play spanking, I wouldn’t be bending over like I do. My wife has learned how to spank very hard, with little regard to either my crying or the appearance of my bottom. As she’s arrived at this point, we are closer than ever. She doesn’t order me around, but is committed to our marriage. I do want to be less selfish. It is worth feeling like a 10-year-old, worth humbling myself by baring my bottom in a non-sexual way, bending over and exposing my most private parts, and being spanked until I am crying, sobbing, with snot running down my nose. And it was worth feeling the pain for the next week and seeing the bruises. She says it is worth it, for all her effort. She is more empowered and we are more deeply in love than ever.
Steve