I enjoy your website immensely; I’ve read every word. It is no exaggeration to say it’s played a big role in changing my life and, especially, changing our marriage.
I’ve been into spanking my entire life, Aunt Kay. I actually engineered spanking games with other children when I was as young as five. I’m sure there had to be a sexual component even then, although that boggles the mind and is beyond my intellectual comprehension. As a young teenager, masturbating usually was performed to the tune of spanking fantasies.
My wife, whom I treasure, has role-played spanking fantasies with me our entire married life. I have this “nine-year-old” persona who needs to be disciplined by Mommy; the more embarrassing, the more erotic. There are many scenes we do, other things besides spanking, but the main focus always includes a good hard bare-bottom spanking. These spankings, given with hairbrushes, paddles, and the bath-brush, are exceedingly painful; and yet…highly erotic. The level of pleasure defies the imagination, especially considering the level of pain I’m forced to endure. I think it could be best described as “being in a zone,” the same way athletes often describe their concentration-to-level-of-performance ratio. These spankings are trips to such dizzying heights of pleasure, pure joy. I’ve always had powerful fantasies about being spanked in front of another woman (or by another woman), but that has never happened and I doubt it ever will. Actually, despite the power of the fantasy, even I’m not sure it would be a positive.
About eight months ago, when I first came across the Disciplinary Wives Club website, I was emotionally captured, you might say. I shared the site with my wife, and we discussed the possibilities of incorporating this lifestyle into our marriage; on our own terms, of course. We have done so and the results are beyond Incredible. We took a good marriage—albeit one with far too much anger and conflict, on both our parts—and created a marriage most people only dream about.
My wife has absolute control now, and I obey her every directive. When I’m “bad,” she sends me upstairs to get ready for a whipping with one or more of her many canes. She has a collection worthy of her disciplinary talents. Getting “ready” means masturbating first to get rid of the sexual/pleasure component (something we learned from one of the many letters sent in to the Disciplinary Wives Club). It truly works. All the sexual anticipation of being punished—in this case, wife to husband, adult to adult, no little boy persona—instantly dissipates at the moment of orgasm, gone, poof, nothing but dread now in its place.
And there is plenty to dread: I must be in position when she comes upstairs—lying across the ottoman, underpants down, awaiting my punishment. She sits on the edge of the bathtub, picks up one of the canes, begins discussing the lesson she’s about to administer, and then the whipping commences. There is no way these punishments can be called “spankings”; they’re really whippings and it’s a good thing we live in a house and not an apartment—my cries are loud and full of anguish. They last but a few minutes, but those few minutes seem like an eternity. I’m reduced to pleading and begging, but to no avail until she’s satisfied the lesson has been learned, and the lesson does get learned, I assure you. There have been very few times she has had to whip me for the same offense.
She has a list of rules, things I have to adhere to, or else, and the list keeps getting longer all the time. Some of the things I have learned to obey are: treating others with respect, not allowing my anger to get the best of me, not being so impatient; not interrupting her while she’s on the telephone, or if we’re with others; not getting snippy because I didn’t like being told something; foul language; not being clear in my business writing, which has caused her extra work; forgetting, because of feeling rushed, to wash my hands after using the bathroom; driving in a manner she disapproves of; not getting my chores done in a timely manner; I could go further, but you get the idea.
Part of our disciplinary arrangement requires me to report any offenses committed not in her presence; which I adhere to 100%, no exceptions; I wouldn’t even think of not telling her that I had been “bad”. The stricter she has become, the more I seem to love her. I can’t get enough of her, Aunt Kay. I’m so in love with her that I can’t think straight sometimes. There is nothing on this earth I wouldn’t do for her, or anything she can’t have. We have zero conflict, which is such a relief.
The best part is that she has made me a far better man than I could ever have hoped to be. I like myself so much more these days, and I have her to thank for it. My cup runneth over. I’m sure this lifestyle isn’t for everyone; perhaps it isn’t even for the great majority; but it works for us and I’ve come to the conclusion that having one of the marriage partners—be it a man or a woman--have Absolute Control, with the power to spank/whip to enforce that Absolute Control, is the path to the Joy of Marriage.
So, thank you a thousand times over for your wonderful website. I hope someday I can say that in person and give you a huge hug to give tangible effect to my thank you.