Over the years I have read many stories and reports about men who found themselves in situations where they were being punished, with spanking, by several women at once. The themes vary but they are basically that the wife or girlfriend invites or permits others to spank them, and they are soundly punished in the process.
I read a lot of these stories and wanted to believe them, but so many were obviously phony that I knew they were someone's fantasy and not a true event.
I am married to a DWC woman now and we have quite a few friends who are true-hearted DWC couples and singles. I have personally been spanked by women other than my wife, with her full agreement of course. Many of those spankings were no joke and I became more respectful as a result of them.
What I want to share with the DWC readers today is an event that recently occurred in which I got a major discipline session, which I deserved, and how it all came about.
We have some good friends who live about an hour or so drive from us. We are all busy people with professional jobs and simply do not have the time to get together as much as we would like to. Whenever we do, the sense of closeness is wonderful, and we seem to never have enough time to talk about everything we want to talk about.
A few months ago, when we were at their house for a dinner, I did something pretty rude. It was not on purpose; it was more about being unthinking and inconsiderate. I won't elaborate on what it was since it is really between us, but the bottom line is it hurt the feelings of our hostess.
Needless to say, I felt terrible about it. The worst I ever feel is when I hurt my wife's feelings and this was that kind of feeling bad. Our friend said that once she had disciplined me for what happened, everything would be fine. I was more than willing to pay for my mistake and to clean the slate with her, but believe me; I was also worried about "payday."
Because everyone was so busy, several weeks passed before we could schedule a get together for all of us. I had hoped that the time between would decrease the intensity of her feeling about the event. Wishful thinking.
We arrived at their home, and everything was as warm and upbeat as usual. We went out for a fun lunch and then came back to their house and chatted for a while. Then my Auntie announced that it was time for our "conference." My wife and my Auntie's husband decided they would take a walk on the beach and rejoin us in about an hour.
As soon as we were alone, my Auntie turned her serious side on and said it was time for my discipline session. She got out her chosen implements; a hairbrush and a thick strap and lectured me on my behavior. I felt exactly like the inconsiderate young man that I had been. Her authority was unquestionable.
She then proceeded to deliver a full discipline session in the style she deemed most appropriate. I was basically spanked in several positions, which she found most convenient at the moment. I was spanked over her knee several times, laid over a chair, and also over her bent leg standing up. My Auntie is a very experienced, hard spanker and she knew exactly what she was doing. That spanking really hurt and the way she controlled me and spanked and spanked until SHE felt good and done, left me feeling that I had paid my dues. Afterwards we hugged and she totally forgave me.
When my wife and her husband came back, everyone was at ease. We resumed our visit. I was amazed at the nonchalance everyone exhibited. As I thought about it later, I felt great about the four of us mature adults, who believe in the disciplinary lifestyle and can integrate it into a bigger relationship.
On the way home from my Auntie, Dana Specht's, house, my wife, Aunt Kay, had no sympathy whatsoever for my difficulty sitting. She said that Auntie knew best and that if I complained again, she would add to it as soon as we got home. My complaining stopped immediately.
Jerry