Dear Kay,
This is from Jerry, Barbara's husband. Just a little note to say how much Barbara and I appreciate your website and say thanks. Barbara and are not just your average young couple, we have been happily married for almost thirty-four years. I am in my mid-Fifties and yesterday, February 14,1998, I officially joined the ranks of husbands who get spankings from their wives.
Now whoever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks, I guess they just didn't know Barbara and me. Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I am no stranger to the leather strap. It has been and was used on me early on in our marriage by my wonderful wife, however it was done more in the play-acting realm rather than in the serious discipline mode. About mid- January I was surfing the web looking through all the spanking junk that's out there, and most of it is junk, when I came across your web page and I thought to myself, " Hey this is real, but by-gosh it makes sense." I said to Barbara, "Honey you have got to read this." Barbara read it and we discussed it. I was excited as all get out, almost like some little kid. Barbara made me read it over again three times. "This is serious stuff," said Barbara,. "If we start this, then we both have to be serious and committed, we can't just begin this today and then say tomorrow, ' oh, gee I changed my mind.' " “You think this over real good,” she told me “and if by the end of the week you still want to do it then we will begin.”
During that week, I thought about it a lot, and I took stock of myself. I looked at all the projects I have started around here and some of them still left half done, and all my bad habits, spending money wastefully, and smoking cigarettes. In addition, being lazy and whining all the time. Barbara gets up every morning to make my lunch and get me off to work while I lay in bed till the last minute and this has gone on since May, 1964 when we got married. Yes, I was ready to make a commitment and was long overdue for some discipline. We sat down together and discussed it one more time and made our commitment to one another. I began by working really hard at changing my habits and paying more attention to Barbara's needs and some less to mine. Barbara gave me tasks. One, I had to make and design an assortment of spanking implements and tools for her to use on me. Two, I had to help her to paint and finish decorating our bedroom, something I had been putting off doing for too long.
The next week I put in for a couple day’s vacation to work on our bedroom. Meanwhile, I began working on Barbara's spanking implements. First, I cut a nice thick cowhide strap about two and a half inches wide and twenty-one inches long complete with wood handle and split the leather at the end like a tawse. Next, I took a one-inch thick hard-wood board and cut a reasonable facsimile of an early century hairbrush. Then, I took an inch- wide hard wood slat and made another paddle that resembles a standard ruler. Next, I began combing the craft stores looking for rattan or something close to it. I found some round reed basket weave and managed to fashion her a couple of nice slender canes. I also made her a paddle, similar to a fraternity paddle. All the tools were now complete. The bedroom is also finished and Barbara decided that I would get my first real spanking from her (as she put it) on Valentine's Day. Now some folks might not understand the rationale behind this, but let's face it, spanking, despite the trauma and the pain is indeed an act of love and therefore as Barbara says what better day to establish who's the boss around here than on Saint Valentine's Day.
All week long, I had waited anxiously and nervously for this day to arrive. I was really curious as to what a real spanking would feel like. I had never had a real spanking in my life. Even as a kid my mother never really spanked me hard. She always threatened but never followed through. Unlike my mother, Barbara is a doer not a talker, and I was soon to find out first hand in a very personal way just what the Disciplinary Wives Club really stands for. About one o'clock in the afternoon, Barbara told me to take my bath and meet her in the bedroom for, as she put it, it was time. Later, after the spanking, Barbara said, You should have seen the look on my face.” She said it was all she could do not to laugh, but she said she couldn't because this had to be serious business. I guess I didn't think she would really do it, but I was wrong.
Barbara and I are not youngsters, so we had a little difficulty taking me over her knee, so we opted for me to lay over the foot of the bed with a couple of pillows under my me. Barbara sat in a chair and placed her hand on my back and whack. My god, I had no idea that hairbrush would hurt like that. Four times she whacked my bottom and then she paused. It hurt and stung like heck and then it burned. I thought, well four at a time like this I can take it, and then whack, only this time it didn't stop at four, so hard and fast I lost count. Another pause and then she let me have it again. I started to get tears in my eyes. Next, she used the ruler on me, and she really tanned me good. Then she used the switch and it stung but nothing like the ruler and paddle, they didn't just sting they hurt. After my bottom was quite red and very sore and much loud promise and apology on my end, she let me up for a break. She made me take my chair and I had to sit in the corner for ten minutes while she took a break. She sat right there and watched me; I wasn't allowed to rub my bottom nor look back or speak. I had to sit there politely with my hands folded, eyes to the wall. Here I was a man fifty-six years old and I felt utterly ridiculous sitting in the corner with my behind sore and red as heck like some snot nosed twelve-year-old. God, I felt stupid, but dang gone, I have to admit Barbara was good. I don't think a professional disciplinarian could have done it or planned it out that well. Ten minutes was up and Barbara rapped on the bell, you know it's one of those little bells like you see on counters. Ding. I got up and walked over to the bed. Barbara had the strap, she gestured and I positioned over the foot of our bed. "Twenty", she announced and I winced, my behind was so sore. Whack. I never felt anything that could sting and hurt at the same time like that terrible strap, When I made these tools, I think I went a little bit overboard.
Later that night, we had a candlelight dinner. Barbara heated up the dinner she had prepared for us the night before and topped it off with cheesecake that I had made for us. We exchanged gifts and made love afterwards.
It is Sunday morning now, and my behind is still warm and probably pink, but I feel like a million dollars and I am really happy. A bit more docile today I think but still pretty much outgoing, and I have a lot better attitude for sure.
Thank you again.
Jerry
Additional note from Barbara:
Dear Aunt Kay,
You have my permission - and Jerry agrees, to use our story in your Real People section.
A little more background:
As Jerry said, we have been married almost 34 years (our anniversary is May 16). We tried this activity a number of years ago, but didn't keep it up. When Jerry found your site, he told me to read it. I did and then told him to read it again as I wanted to make sure he really understood exactly what it was.
When we were both sure we understood what The Disciplinary Wives Club was all about, we sat down and really talked. After 33 years of marriage, you learn how to talk to each other. Our marriage has always been a good one. We have had our problems, of course, and our good times and bad times. We have hit dry periods and worked through them as well. Jerry told me when we married that we may not ever be rich, but he would always make me happy - this he has done. Our life has always had a lot of fun in it.
I had worked at a grade school while our kids were growing up, which was the best of all things, as my work hours and vacations were the same as our kids. Jerry and I were both active in Scouting with our kids. He was a great support to me while I was getting my Bachelor's degree and I think he was even prouder than I was on my graduation. I then worked for 6 years at a college library. A year ago, we decided that since our kids were grown and we could work it out budget-wise, I could "retire" from work. I am now trying to get a home-based career off the ground.
Anyway, we recently also hit another dry spell. I think we were each thinking it was because we were getting older - although I don't feel that either of us is really old.
Since we decided to go ahead, it has been great. Jerry has always been attentive to me in many small ways, and I to him. But, since we decided to try this it has been even better. I am finally getting some of the projects finished that we started a year ago. We both seem to have more energy and are more relaxed than we have been for a long time. The funny thing is that even Jerry's co-workers have noticed how much more relaxed and happy he seems and have commented on it. It's our little secret, of course.
As Jerry said, one of the tasks he had was to get my "tools" made... He did a great job and I am very proud of him.
Thanks, again, for such an informative and interesting site. Be assured that we will visit it often and keep you informed on our progress.
Barbara