Hi Aunt Kay,
Well, as you know yourself, there are, indeed, people like us out here ... real, live lifestylers who do, indeed, practice domestic discipline. And, yes, we are, indeed, one of those couples. As I said in my letter, I don't really know why I'm this way. I just know that I am and decided to stop fighting it many years ago. I would never admit this to anyone I really know; heck, it took me all this time to write to you ... and you run a website on the subject.
Jane was going to leave me years ago because I was quite the "rowdy-about-town". Some friends of better judgment talked me into trying to keep her because she is, indeed, a wonderful woman and I was simply wrapped up in myself and my friends in town. So, once convinced that I should make amends, I went to her and asked her to forgive me and to help me because I didn't want to alienate life-long friends and I didn't want to move and I didn't want to lose her. She knew of my predilection for punishment and wondered aloud if I didn't just need some discipline. With some discipline, she thought, I could keep my friends and still go out with drinking buddies, but she would have some recourse, other than leaving, if I got out of line ... some way to express her displeasure and vent her anger. We decided to try it, and the rest is history.
As I said, I'm the one who makes the decisions around here, major ones notwithstanding ... we do those together; but I pay the bills and watch the budget, etc. In actuality, Jane is rather timid and somewhat of a recluse. She doesn't go out with friends much or anything, preferring to stay home and do crafts and sew things, etc. You'd never guess in a million years that she's the "disciplinary type". However, not unlike a mother bear whose cubs are in danger, a totally different side of her comes out when I've stepped over the line. I tease her now and again about her "Jekyll/Hyde" personality and she accepts it with a smile; that's the type of relationship we have.
So, we've lived our lives to date with me as the outgoing, affable husband and her as the introverted, quiet wife. I sometimes look at the neighbors and wonder what they'd think if they only knew that this quiet lady often takes her weeping and scared "little boy husband" across her knee and blisters his bare behind with a hairbrush. She's completely resolved to doing this "for my own good", but it also gives her a chance to take action on the anger that she feels for me ... and I'm sure it's her pent-up anger that allows her to punish me as severely as she does. Could I get up and get away? Of course I could. But I don't because I love her and I know that she loves me and this is the way that we choose to show it sometimes. Believe me, I don't like the spankings. They hurt like H and I cry hard and act like a little boy when I'm getting it. I know, however, deep inside that I deserve what I'm getting and, after it's all over and the main part of the fire is gone, I often reflect that the corporal punishment I receive is not nearly as bad as the pain in my heart would be should she ever leave me due to my occasionally errant behavior.
I'd love to see more letters, I hope you get some ... and feel free to use mine. Though I'm not all that proud that I get spanked, perhaps my letter would show others that this lifestyle helps to keep marriages together sometimes.
Regards,
Steve