Testimonial

Aunt Kay,

I don't really know whether I should love you, hate you, or thank you, but my wife has come into possession of a book of yours called How to Scold During Discipline.  Ever since that day my life has changed.

I'm nearly 50 years old been married for over 20 years to Dorothy, we were never blessed with children, but I always assumed the lead role, the original "Male Chauvinist".

Suddenly, a few months ago, my wife was standing up for herself, not only that but answering back. Then she was making decisions, then making all the decisions Then she started sitting me down and lecturing to me.  Next, she was scolding me, even in front of friends.  It came to a head one night when I was to go out (no big deal but had never told her ahead of time). Well, she was giving me a real lecture. I said, "Dorothy, you're not my mother! Now .... Back off!" and turned to leave.  Well, suddenly she was using words that were stopping me in my tracks.  Well, to finish off she warned me, "Once more and I'll tan your hide and there will be no more golf for a month".  Of course I took it like a pinch of salt, telling her she couldn't. "Try me," was all I got.

A week or so later I had a few drinks after work.  One of my coworkers was leaving and I arrived home late and not only looking for food but sex as well. [Don't get it wrong - I wasn't mad drunk - just merry]. Before I knew what was going on, she sat me down reminding me of our discussion and then said, "Well your mother obviously didn't do a good enough job, but I will!  Come here and bend over," she said.

I said, "Dorothy, what the .... are you talking about? What are you going to do ....... spank me?  I've never been spanked in my life."  

"Obviously!” she said. Then she started a lecture like a discussion that had me agreeing with her and after a few minutes, as if I was in a trance, I lowered my trousers and accepted a sound spanking on my underpants over her knees.

That was about 7- 8 months ago and I have had a few hard spankings since, but it was only last week that her sister let slip about your book that Dorothy has been reading.

So if anyone had told me a year ago that my quiet little wife spank me, lecture me and send me into the corner for 10 minutes, I wouldn't have believed them.

Thomas

PS  Still love to know what you actually say in this book because it sure works.

The Company Stirrer

It was my last day at the old company and my fellow employees wanted to have a goodbye lunch launch.

I had always got on well with everyone, but especially with one lady who had the next office to mine. At the end of the day, I went to say goodbye to her.  She gave me a big hug and then said she had a present for me!  She reached into her desk and out came a big wooden spoon.  She reflected that I had been a stirrer at times (always in fun) so she thought I should have a wooden spoon.  I thanked her for it and then wondered if I should bring it home. 

Somehow my little inner voice got the better of me, and I duly brought it home and told my wife the story.  She was most interested and when I suggested it would be useful in the kitchen she said NO she had other ideas. 

Sure enough last Friday, when she determined that there were issues to be dealt with and I was stretched over the back of the sofa, she decided to bring out the wooden spoon.  Although it is not as heavy, she made very effective use of it before she moved on to other implements. 

As I sit here writing this, I am still aware of the total effect of the session, and this helps remind me of the need to try and improve my ways.  I suppose this is a familiar story but certainly a good session really seems to leave me in a much better state of mind and attitude.  My wife is much happier also because she has the 'me' she wants to be with.  It also helps me realize the way I should treat her all the time.

Earl

A Perfect Disciplinary Wife

Dear Aunt Kay, 

My wife, Connie, has been spanking me for 13 years, but we only recently discovered your website.  I can't say that my wife needs any instruction at this time - she has given many sound spankings - but much of what you advise she had to learn on her own, or with the help of a friend.

Unlike some of the men who post, I did not seek wifely discipline.  My wife decided that she was going to spank me after getting frustrated and annoyed by some of the things I was doing or failing to do.  I didn't know it at the time, but she had been complaining to her girlfriends about my behavior, and finally one of them, Irene, took her aside and confided in her that she had spanked her husband often, and that it seemed that my wife should do likewise.  Connie thought it over and decided she'd do it.

One evening, after complaining and scolding about my behavior, Connie told me that she had decided I'd never reform unless she punished me, and that she was going to spank me, and told me to get ready.  I tried to laugh this off, but she was really angry, and I felt guilty, and finally gave in and got my first old-fashioned spanking as adult.  In fact, though it was embarrassing to have to take a spanking, and it did sting considerably, it was really not so terrible.  I promised to behave better, and that was that.

But I did not change, and more spankings followed.  The problem (for Connie) was that she was giving me the same stingy but not severe spankings that she had gotten from her father.   They were not a real deterrent to me.  I'd promise to improve, be allowed up, and then a week later do the same thing again.

Then one day everything changed.  She announced a spanking and told me to get ready and bring the hairbrush.  I did so and approached her with a slight smile on my face.  Next thing I knew I got several hard slaps to the face, and a stern order to get over her knee.  The spanking I got was not at all like the previous ones.  I must have had five minutes of the hairbrush and then a long hand spanking on my sore bottom.  My pleas and promises were ignored until she felt she had done a proper job, and I was allowed up, teary eyed and very sore. 

What had happened?  Again, it was much later that Connie told me, but her friend Irene knew something was wrong and invited Connie to watch the next time she spanked her husband.  The poor man protested but was told he had nothing to say about it, and Connie watched him get a blistering. She understood then that the spankings she'd been giving were appropriate for a high school girl, but not for a grown man.  From then on, I got real spankings, and when I get over her knee I'm in for it.

Reading your advice, I understand why it can be so helpful to a wife who is just beginning as a spanking wife.  This advice should be most helpful:

"A spanking should be an event to remember. Don't worry about how red his bottom gets. The more color you put into it, the better you are doing. Don't pay any attention to his cries and pleas and promises. He will tell you anything to get you to stop."

And this:

"Don't be afraid to degrade and humiliate, and above all, when that bare bottom is turned up side down across your knee waiting for the paddle or hairbrush, don't disappoint him. When you let him up, his eyes should be wet with tears, his knees should be quivering, and it should be obvious by looking at his bottom that he is displaying the marks left after a GOOD session." 

Thanks to her friend Irene, Connie learned this after some months of spanking without results.   Since then, her spankings are truly effective;  I wince when told to get ready, but I also know that they have improved our marriage enormously.

 In my own marriage, my wife has the right to spank me, but for bad behavior, and we have a pretty clear understanding of  what that entails - various acts or omissions or patterns of behavior that we both understand are wrong, unfair to my wife, and harmful to our relationship.  There may be marginal cases, and in these she is the final arbiter; I may argue or protest, but will still defer to her judgment, take off my pants and accept the spanking.

However, this does not mean that she is the head of household, with me obliged to obey her in all matters.  Far from it.  In fact she tells me that she sees me as the head of the family, but that when I act in an immature manner that is inconsistent with that, it is her right to correct me.  In a number of matters I am the final arbiter, though she quite rightly expects to be consulted and listened to.

I do admit and fully accept the fact that most men have a side to them that is irresponsible, inconsiderate, immature, even destructive, and that women in most cases are a civilizing influence, and that a family is  much better off when the man accepts his wife's right to correct his behavior.  I would not have said this thirteen years ago when I first got a wifely spanking, but my experience and my reading of others' experience have now convinced me. Of course there are probably couples of whom this is not true, in which the husband is the more responsible one, but I think this is a small minority.

Having said all that, I will also admit that after years of going over my wife's knee, I find the subject of FM spanking extremely fascinating.  No other woman has spanked me in my adult years, and I have read with interest the accounts of get-togethers in which women spank one another's husbands. So, there is a mysterious element of attraction here, and perhaps some day there will be an opportunity to pursue it.

Ordinarily, the offenses I get spanked for are pretty clear cut, and I really don't have an argument.  And I should point out that mostly it is an accumulation of offenses, not just the final one that makes her decide that "enough is enough".  Examples are: being grumpy or rude, being inconsiderate as in leaving a mess for her to straighten out, interrupting her in mid sentence, "forgetting" to do something I promised to do but never got around to, etc.  The one that used to lead to a spanking, all by itself, was being much later in getting home than expected, without phoning her. This would lead to an immediate spanking, if feasible; otherwise, as soon as possible.  I talk of this in the past tense, since several episodes with her hairbrush and strap long ago made me give up this practice.

An example of a marginal offense is this:  at a social gathering, I got into a discussion with another man, and the discussion got a bit heated - not hostile or rude, but it was out of place at that event, and I got a couple of looks from Connie indicating I should cool it.  When we got home and were catching up on things and getting ready for bed, she waited a while and then told me to bring her the wooden ruler that she sometimes used.  She said my behavior recently had been problematic in several ways, and that the argument at the party had made her uncomfortable.  I protested that I had done nothing wrong, and that people often had such discussions.  She countered that this was true, but that she didn't like it, that it was not considerate of the hostess, and that I needed to learn not to repeat it in the future.  I kept protesting, but brought her the ruler, and she herself lowered my pajamas and led me over her lap.  It was not the worst spanking I'd ever gotten, but a ruler can be very sore, and she did succeed in teaching the lesson she intended.  I'm now more careful about what kind of discussions I pursue at social events.

While Connie is strict, she is not a nag.  She states the reasons for a spanking and makes sure I understand them, but does not repeat them over and over.  She will scold a bit during a spanking, but it's not a steady stream of scolding; she's made the reasons clear, and doesn't say too much until it's time, near the end, to ask for and listen to my apologies and promises of better behavior.  I learned early in the game of course that any defiance or reluctance to apologize is pure folly, and will just prolong the punishment.

She will raise her voice a little, but there's no yelling, and no abusive language.  I'm addressed as "dear" or "honey" even as she's blistering my bottom. (e.g. "Don't squirm so much dear, it's annoying.")  BTW, blisters, welts, bright redness are the usual results.  She tries to avoid bruises, though small ones sometimes happen, and for that reason she limits her use of the hairbrush and switches to a ruler or strap, and of course her hand.  btw I feel a strange but strong bond with her when her hand is spanking my bottom, which is usually the last and longest part of the spanking. 

A spanking is inevitably embarrassing and humiliating, but she doesn't try to aggravate that aspect of it.  She doesn't make me undress completely - I notice that in your pictures nudity is often required - just enough to bare the bottom - doesn't make me stand in the corner, and doesn't tease me about it afterwards.  (The woman who gave me the small number of spankings I got as a teen would tease me about it and once spanked me when her sister was in the next room and could hear everything - very embarrassing.) And when the spanking is over, whatever offenses brought it about are forgiven, and she is my loving wife again.  (Though if the offenses are repeated, so is the spanking of course.)    

In other words, a perfect disciplinary wife.

Joe

Our Visit with Aunt Kay and Jerry

We are still novices in the field of domestic discipline, and most of what we first learned was from Kay’s website and her writings.

The thought of meeting with Kay and Jerry was something beyond our normal experience. In retrospect, meeting another man who is spanked is also interesting, as to what he thinks about the situation. We were made aware in the conversation about how their spanking relationship started, but I do not feel at liberty to discuss this without Kay and Jerry’s approval.

We arranged to have dinner at a neutral meeting ground, a restaurant within the vicinity of where they live. We had not exchanged pictures, because everyone’s privacy is very important. 

Although Kay knew our personal address from my purchase orders and writing to her from my normal email, we still didn't know each other. So with some trepidation of how the evening would unfold, we went to dinner. 

We arrived early and waited outside the restaurant. I was dressed as I had stated in my email, and basically we looked inquisitively as people walked up and entered the restaurant.

After a short while, Kay’s partner said hello, you must be “MIKE’, and we introduced each other. They had parked in the lot and entered the restaurant as most people did from the parking lot.

Being very nervous, I must confess that I somewhat dominated the conversation, hopefully not badly or impolitely. My explanation is that I simply wanted to assure Kay and her partner that we were ‘real people’, who also had an interest in the DWC lifestyle. Jerry and I had a glass of wine, and the dinner progressed. We talked about Lynn and our family, but I did not ask any questions about their family. Kay explained that they have met many people in the lifestyle, and that it is always a little awkward the first time.

Some people they have met were simply too far in the extreme to fit into the DWC lifestyle approach. Some have been met at parties, and some people in the California spanking scene now know who she is. From reading Dana Specht’s website, I was aware that Kay has been a guest of honor at a retreat on the west coast, but we are too shy to consider attending them.

Very little mention of the lifestyle occurred during the dinner, as other people were near-by in the restaurant, and you never know when a waiter might pop-up. Kay did very directly look me in the eye and ask me at one time if I had been behaving myself properly during our vacation, and I responded generally yes, but being male, I have not been prefect. No further mention was made on the topic, and the dinner went smoothly.

Both Lynn and I found it awkward, not really getting to know Kay and Jerry, being reluctant to ask about their jobs or family. Before we were offered coffee, Kay invited us to come back to their house for coffee and dessert, where we could talk more openly. Lynn and I both looked at each other and nodded, before agreeing to this very generous offer.

Kay and Jerry live in a very beautiful house, which we arrived at after following them in our car. Where they live is obviously not a topic I would ever discuss anywhere, and practically, I doubt if I could ever find it again.

Dessert at Kay’s house was delicious, as we talked about the DWC lifestyle. Kay explained how she first got started spanking Jerry. She later explained that she started the DWC website to help others become knowledgeable and confident in applying the principles, and the spankings, of a DWC lifestyle.

Kay then proceeded to take out her goody bag of spanking implements, and she lead a discussion of how these are effectively used.

Prior to ever asking, let alone arranging a meeting with Kay and Jerry, Lynn had reasonably asked why I would like to meet her. My only response was that maybe we could obtain more information from actually talking with Kay, and seeing that a real live person actually professed and possibly lived these opinions. We would see that Kay actually existed, and that this was not simply a website trying to sucker in spanking enthusiasts for profit.

After agreeing that we would meet Kay, I ventured the question: would Lynn allow Kay to spank me if she saw fit. This was and still is dangerous ground. I did not want Lynn to feel inferior or inadequate in her spanking me, because Lynn is darned good at spanking me. Yet at the same time I was hoping Lynn would see that she could more fully release her feelings and emotions when spanking me. Lynn spanks very effectively, but lets up when the spanking has me yowling or kicking my feet. I love Lynn, but being spanked by another woman is a huge step. My only explanation is that I have always wondered what a “BAD BOY SPANKING” from Kay would be like, ever since seeing her website. Maybe it would prove to be the same as Lynn’s spankings, or maybe we both would learn a little more about spankings. Lynn and I have never seen another person being spanked, except on video, which in my opinion is staged, and thus artificial. I desired to experience a “BAD BOY SPANKING”, yet dreaded it at the same time.

After discussing for a few days, Lynn agreed that we should meet Aunt Kay if possible, and that if I wanted to be spanked, she would watch it done. (This was assuming Kay would in any way want to demonstrate a spanking on me, and that we would feel compatible enough, and that Kay was a sensible caring person.)

Kay asked Lynn and I if we were willing that she demonstrate how to effectively use some of these implements on me. When we responded yes, Jerry was excused from the room.

I had worn silk underwear (not jockey style), in case of this eventuality. Kay had me stand by the couch, lower my pants only to the floor, and bend at the waist, supporting myself with my hands (arms straight). [Thus, my upper body was at a right angle, with my bottom sticking outwards.]

I have no recollection of how many spanking tools were demonstrated, however, the number might be as many as eight or nine implements. This was to be a participatory spanking. Kay would first explain the effectiveness of an implement, and then demonstrate how to use it on my bottom. Lynn would then get to try it out on my bottom also, before we moved on to another implement.

I do remember that the Ferule and the Dominator from Kay’s website were used, besides a lexan paddle, and a cane. While standing relaxed by my side, Kay applied with the snap of the wrist and speed of the arm a significantly strong six spanks with each implement. The spanks were given rapid fire, such that my knees would buckle a little with some implements. Kay stopped immediately whenever my knees buckled a little. However, after a little more explanation of how to use the implement, it was Lynn’s turn to repeat the spanking so that Lynn would have a feel for using the implement.

Kay constantly monitored my condition, repeatedly asking if I was okay, before proceeding to the next implement. Kay stopped immediately whenever a knee started to buckle, showing that I was receiving the message. In addition, if an implement did not seem to be effective when Kay used it, a second set of six was given after a few words, until Kay saw the intended reaction on my part.

I found the four items mentioned (ferule, dominator, lexan paddle, and cane) to be significantly attention getting, and effective.

Special attention was given on how to use the cane, with both the arm movement and the aim. Lynn then applied the cane timidly, so Kay demonstrated again how to use it with snap and for maximum effect. Lynn next efforts were very effective. Kay's summary review using the cane one extra time with a flourish was definitely attention getting.

After the cane, the spanking was ended. My thoughts were confused, but my bottom was a very bright red and certainly felt well spanked.

Kay left Lynn and I alone for a few moments, and then she and Jerry rejoined us. A little more discussion ensued, and we departed promising to get together sometime in the future. We thanked Kay for her kind attention and instruction. Jerry very graciously drove ahead of us, to help us get back to a highway that we knew, so that we could return to our hotel in San Francisco. Lynn and I did not really talk about the evening, being somewhat overwhelmed by the experience. We both did say how kind and friendly Kay and Jerry were with us. They will become friends.

I wrote to Kay when we returned to Vancouver as follows:

“We thank you for the personal guidance that you gave to us. Lynn is learning to be more assertive, and I am certain she has learned that she can spank as hard as she wants as long as she wants, after your personal attention with so many different implements.

I am uncertain if you would call what was demonstrated a bad boy spanking, because you showed great concern that I was alright as you moved from one implement to another. In addition, as you used several implements, you showed how to use them, but stopped whenever I started to show that I was receiving the message. My interpretation of your guidelines is that these spanks were the beginning part of a spanking to get the person's attention, before you continue with the second set of four, followed by forty to fifty non-stop hard spanks. I imagine that a bad boy spanking would have been much more significant. My trepidation when you gave the opening of how my behavior had been was regrettable. Personally, I think both Lynn and I would have benefited from a simple bad boy spanking. Please realize that our paths may or may not ever cross again, and if given the opportunity, I probably will meekly say that it is not needed, when I really meant to say "YES, IT IS NEEDED!!!"

Whether any future meeting involves spanking, we would be pleased to meet again whenever the opportunity prevails.

Lastly, please thank Jerry once again for so graciously showing the way for us to drive home. And you do have a most beautiful home, and the location is absolutely fabulous.)

Hope both you and Jerry are healthy and happy.

Bottoms Up,

Mike and Lynn

The Tornado

We have been in the DWC lifestyle for nearly four years.  Like most couples we have had our ups and downs but overall, we felt these four years had been our best in a marriage of over 30 years.  However, this is a story depicting what we recently went through. 

David always felt that he knew what the lifestyle should be like and how his wife should be involved.  It was coming up to his birthday, and he knew that there was to be a celebratory spanking or rather that is what he thought should happen!  Although there were many opportunities in the weekend, for some reason Christine decided not to take advantage of them at this time.  This had been a pattern that had existed throughout their time in the lifestyle, and it often seemed that David would try and pressure Christine into taking action as a DW wife.  Christine, on the other hand had her own views and she had always been concerned about the marks on David’s bottom that resulted from a discipline session, even though his improved behavior and attitudes were welcomed.

So one day, probably for a number of reasons, David started to ferment about the situation and his perception that Christine was not really committed to the lifestyle or at least to what he thought that meant.  He tossed and turned for most of the night getting more and more angry and upset over the situation. Why he got so upset is not easy to tell, but a number of other pressures may have combined to fuel the situation.  In the morning he could not contain his feelings any longer and the tornado exploded through the bedroom.  He ranted and raved about what had been agreed and yet never delivered.  He even gave an ultimatum that their DWC lifestyle had been suspended and would not resume unless Christine gave cast iron guarantees of her commitment.  Now while David is your extrovert, quick mouth talker, Christine is a much quieter, deep-thinking person who does not like confrontation and so when confronted with this onslaught she naturally climbed into her shell.  This made David even more frustrated and the tornado seem to build even more.

Many things were said and both seemed to be hurting each other.  Where was this going and how would it end?  Good question, and Christine later commented that she was very close to the view that the marriage had no future.

After a few days of tension and negative attitudes, David made the suggestion that Christine might try and solve her problems by calling Aunt Kay. It never seemed to occur to him that this might be his problem and that he should seek help!  Anyway, Christine was desperate to find a way forward and agreed to ring Aunt Kay.  Of course, AK has a way of putting her finger on the problem and it has to be suspected that if she had been living closer it might have been rather more than her finger!  She assured Christine that her feelings were very common amongst DWC wives and that most, if not all, the problem lay with David. She listened to all that Christine had to say and reassured her.  Aunt Kay then offered a lot of guidance and suggestions.

Christine came off the phone after talking to AK, and she looked a different person.  She was confident and standing tall and she told David that AK wanted him to speak to her husband, Jerry.  Fortunately, David had met Jerry at a previous time and so they were able to talk easily about the problems.  Jerry explained to David about the different ways that men and women understand and think about the DWC.  In particular, many men, including David, had their fantasies as to how the DWC lifestyle should be lived.  In reality it was usually very different and women in DWC lifestyles usually had a different level of commitment and need which did not always meet their husband’s wishes.

Jerry used a very good analogy of how the DWC lifestyle could be viewed.  A lot of men have the view that it was like building a house which after it is built it is all in place and needs to be lived in.  The DWC lifestyle is not a one-off event but an ongoing, and never finished, event.  He likened it to a farm where the work is never finished and you have to work hard to constantly maintain, improve and keep it producing good results.

Thankfully, David has now realized that his way of thinking had got taken over by too much fantasy and this was not very helpful.  He has now accepted that Christine is his DWC wife and that she must be treated with the respect befitting a woman who is prepared to embrace the lifestyle.  David has apologized to Christine, and she is prepared to give their relationship another chance.  AK has given them an exercise to work out what they want from their DWC relationship and to prioritize their needs.  Out of this they have now developed a series of contracts to cover those areas of David’s behavior and attitudes that need to change and improve.  Christine has agreed to enforce these contracts, and David has now felt her vigorous enforcement a number of times.

Christine now realizes the importance of keeping up the DWC activity in order to keep David in line and behaving well, but David also has to realize that just because he thinks that certain things should happen at certain times, it doesn't mean that they will.  He should not be applying pressure to Christine to discipline and spank when he thinks it should happen.  However, if he feels that he needs bringing back into line, then AK says that he can mention this need and then he must leave it at that and let Christine decide if and when a spanking should take place.

Once again, we have to say a big thank you to Aunt Kay and the DWC lifestyle for giving our marriage another chance.

A Different View

Dear Aunt Kay,

My wife is most definitely a Disciplinary Wife, but in a different way from some of the other wives described here. I recognize, as she originally pointed out to me, that the vast majority of men are in need of a woman's guidance to overcome certain bad tendencies that they seem to be born with.  I had to agree that I have many of them myself, including tendencies to be unreliable, inconsiderate, rude, careless with the truth, messy, grumpy, surly - I'm sure you could add to the list with other faults that no wife should have to tolerate.

I agree that a wife has the right, even the duty, to punish such behavior, but honestly, I think that some of the wives here are doing far more than that. They are dominating every aspect of life and treating their men as servants.  My wife doesn't do that. She merely punishes bad behavior and encourages good behavior.

She is quite firm and strict in that regard, and once she decides to punish there is no use trying to talk her out of it.  She uses tried and true old-fashioned spankings - over her lap and with the bottom bare - and is surprisingly severe for a woman who is ordinarily so sweet and kind.  She also believes in face-slapping, several slaps to each cheek, if she thinks my attitude warrants it and especially if I don't get my pants off and go over her lap immediately when ordered.

But on most family matters we discuss things, and I have an equal say, and in some areas where I have the expertise she yields to my opinion.  Granted, she does have an edge in these discussions, in that she always has the right to slap and spank if she thinks I'm being obdurate. 

All in all, I think our arrangement works very well, and I'm a better man for it. 

Tom

A DWC Visit

Dear Readers of the DWC,

My partner Deirdre and I recently visited the SF bay area for a few weeks.  Since we are a DWC couple, I suggested that we write to Aunt Kay about the possibility of meeting while Deirdre and I were in town. Deirdre agreed that this would be a fun idea.  But before I get to the tale of our meeting with Aunt Kay, I will provide a little history about us as a couple.

As in most (all?) DWC couples, I was the instigator of the idea of a female-led household, with spanking as a disciplinary motivation for the male.  Like most of the readers here, this idea has excited me since as early as I can remember, certainly as far back as my teenage years in the 1970s.  However, my first marriage was not successful in this regard.  It took me a while in this marriage to realize how important a female-dominant life was to be. 

 Eventually I figured myself out and told my ex-wife about my desire for her to lead our relationship.  (Does this sound familiar?  I bet it does for many of you reading this.)  She tried this style of relationship for a short while, but she was very uncomfortable with spanking me, and so, to make a long story short, she left me.  This was a devastating time for me in my life, but it turned out to be all for the better in the end, years later.  After my ex-wife and I split up, I dated several women, in a serial monogamous manner.  In my search for a new partner, I made it clear that I was looking for a female-led relationship in which the woman would dictate what she liked, and she was free to punish the male for transgressions as she saw fit.  I found that this was highly satisfactory, even desirable, to many women.  Very few women that I dated were put off by this suggestion.  But of course, this is only one factor in making a relationship work.  Consequently, it took me several years to find the right woman with the right chemistry.

I met Deirdre at work several years ago, but she was in a relationship at the time, and so was I.  After a few years, we both independently ended up leaving our partners at the time, and we then eventually got together as a couple.  We have been extremely happy ever since.  At 31, Deirdre is quite a bit younger than me, but she is very much in command of our relationship, and she wouldn't have it any other way. When I first explained to Deirdre that I would like a female-led relationship, she was skeptical.  She understood my excitement at the idea of being spanked (power games were exciting for her), but she hadn't yet met an alpha-male who seemed to want to put his woman first and have her organize their lives in such a complete way. Despite her skepticism, she agreed to try the lifestyle for a while. Initially we thought that the dominance aspect of our relationship would be a part-time thing, but after experimenting with it for a few months, we settled into a 24/7 female-dominant relationship.  Once she tried it, she was hooked.  She loves having total control in the relationship.

A recent exciting development in our spanking relationship came in the past year, with the purchase of a spanking bench.  Because I am much stronger than Deirdre (I am 6'3", 200 lbs; she is 5'5", 120 lbs), it was difficult to submit to Deirdre completely when she spanked hard with a hard implement.  If she smacked hard enough for long enough, I would struggle and get a break. I wanted to submit to her will, but practically, it was hard to do so, because I am physically too strong, and my will was not strong enough yet to stay when I am told to.  We both decided that the spankings could be more effective if she had total control over me.  I suggested that securing me to a spanking bench would give her true control.  She agreed. So, we purchased such a bench last summer, and it has been an excellent addition to our spanking life.  Up until then, I had only fantasized about losing complete control in a spanking session.  Now it was made real.  When we first got the bench, Deirdre secured me to it, made sure that I couldn't get free, and then told me of her plans to give me a spanking I would remember.  She first spanked me with Aunt Kay's "holy terror" wooden paddle for a minute without stopping, very hard.  It's amazing how much that hurts, especially with no warm-up!  I complained loudly and yelled to her to stop, but she scolded me more firmly, and laid in harder, until the time was up, then two more minutes.  Then two more sets of two minutes!  My bottom and thighs were red and well bruised by the end.  She had me crying during each of the two-minute sessions, which was an experience that I can hardly describe.  It was exhausting and exhilarating.  It was everything that I had hoped for:  a spanking that drained all my attention, so I could do nothing but feel it and let go.  We have only had a few such sessions in the past year.  They exhaust me greatly.  I will do anything to avoid them at this point.  Deirdre seems very pleased to have this control over me.  She is a natural dominant.  Furthermore, she really loves to punish me, either for transgressions, or more often now, in order to exercise her dominance in the relationship.  We are a great match: I thrive on her dominance and love, and she loves it this way too.

As I mentioned at the start of this letter, Deirdre and I visited the SF bay area for a few weeks this past summer.  I suggested that we contact Aunt Kay and Jerry, and Deirdre enthusiastically agreed.  We were both keen to meet another DWC couple like ourselves.  We are not shy people, but we don't advertise our private life to others.  Because this is not a common lifestyle (yet?), we simply don't think that we know any DWC type couples.  So, we thought it would be fun to meet Aunt Kay, who has been so great about helping others get started in this kind of lifestyle, with no guilt about enjoying it.  I first wrote to Aunt Kay in late June, and she wrote back right away, saying yes, they would be happy to meet us when we come out to visit.  Aunt Kay also asked to hear from Deirdre.  Deirdre then wrote to Aunt Kay, and the two exchanged some emails.  When Deirdre and I arrived in CA, we arranged a dinner date with Aunt Kay and Jerry at a nice local place. The four of us had a great time at dinner.  We told them our relationship story, and they told us theirs.  As others have noted, Aunt Kay and Jerry are just a normal happy couple, who happen to enjoy some female-dominant spanking.  We are the same.  No one would ever suspect that the four of us were chatting for much of the evening about the men getting spanked.  At the end of the evening, we said good night, and tentatively planned to get together again, in another week.  The following week, we met at a second fine restaurant (good choices, Aunt Kay and Jerry!), and had another relaxing dinner, talking about our lives, both the DWC aspects and the more mundane. At the end of the meal, Aunt Kay and Jerry suggested that we come back to their place, so that Aunt Kay could show Deirdre some spanking techniques (on my bottom!).  I was nervous about this idea, because I find spanking to be very personal: it's between Deirdre and me.  But I was also happy to do this, because Deirdre and I really liked Aunt Kay and Jerry, and this seemed like a good way for us to bond with another similar couple.  So, since Deirdre wanted to do this, I nervously agreed.  (I suspect that if she didn't want to go, I would have been a little disappointed.  But I didn't have to deal with this kind of disappointment: Deirdre wanted to learn whatever tricks she could to keep me in line. Deirdre is a great partner!)  We headed up to Kay & Jerry's place and sat down in their living room when we got there. (By the way: their place is in a spectacular location, way up in the hills, as noted in an earlier letter to Aunt Kay.)  Aunt Kay brought out a large collection of implements, and Deirdre's eyes lit up.  What fun she was going to have!  Aunt Kay told us the history of many of the implements, and after a little while, asked Jerry to retire to the bedroom, so that she and Deidre could get started on my bottom.

What followed was an intense session of spanking that left me bruised for two weeks!  They started with a "double-lap" spanking, such that the two ladies linked legs while seated across from one another on straight-backed chairs.  Aunt Kay asked me to take down my trousers, and I did so, reluctantly.  I was shy about exposing myself in front of our new friend, even if she was queen of the disciplinary wives. Deirdre assured me that it was ok, but I still resisted.  They eventually got me to lie across their laps with my underwear still on, but once there, they pulled down my shorts to expose my bottom, bare. Once bare, they set about the business of spanking me with a hard wooden paddle or hairbrush each.  This spanking hurt a great deal! The spanks came rapid fire, twice as fast as I was used to.  I kept reaching around to stop them, because they didn't give me any breaks. I was complaining vigorously after a few minutes, but they kept on smacking away, all the while laughing at my predicament and commenting on the effectiveness of various implements.  After maybe five minutes (maybe less: it may have just seemed like five minutes), they let me up, and I rested for a minute, rubbing my bottom.  Soon, they put me over the arm of a sofa, with a pillow under my crotch to prop my bottom up higher in the air.  The two of them took positions on each side of me and then proceeded to try every implement that Aunt Kay had.  Deirdre especially liked a paddle (I am not sure what to call it), with holes in it.  Apparently, it was easy to hold, and I reacted strongly after little effort from her.   A second implement that Deirdre really liked was a riding crop.  This was also easy to use, and she could get rapid hard strokes with it that made me cry out.  They also liked the wooden paddles, and, of course, the cane, a thick plastic cane with the appropriate name "hollerin' hollow" (available on the DWC website...).  Aunt Kay seemed to like to use this one the most.  I yelped at most of her 30 or more stripes with that cane.  We happen to own a hollerin' hollow cane, so I already knew what this felt like, but I have to say that Aunt Kay really knows how to use it.  She has an excellent wrist technique that leaves very nasty welts.  She was happily explaining to Deirdre how to do this just right.  Deirdre is a quick learner, and so she picked this up pretty fast.  Anyway, after a long, long time over the sofa arm, the spanking was finally over.  It probably took between 15 and 30 minutes.  Aunt Kay then put out a fan, where I was permitted to stand in order to cool my bottom.  This was probably the longest spanking that I had ever had.  As I mentioned above, it left me bruised for two weeks.  Aunt Kay and Deirdre laughed about how easy this was for Deirdre, and how much fun we would have with her new techniques in the coming years.  I winced, and agreed, laughing nervously as well. I was glad to finally have this spanking over with

Aunt Kay then went to get Jerry, and the four of us sat for a few minutes (me somewhat uncomfortably) and chatted happily about the evening's events.  It was getting late now, and so Deirdre and I said our good-byes, and headed down the hill, back to our place.  It was a great evening.  We were very happy to have met such a nice couple in Aunt Kay and Jerry.  In my opinion, they have done a great deal toward making the DWC lifestyle a normal, happy, lifestyle for a couple. This is such a happy, healthy way to live for me and Deirdre.  I am sure that this is the case for many other couples.  We look forward to seeing Aunt Kay & Jerry again in the near future.  And we hope to meet some of their friends too.  All the best to Aunt Kay and Jerry.  They are wonderful people.  Keep making people happy.  Aunt Kay and Jerry you are doing a great job.

Evan

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Dear Aunt Kay:This is a little addendum to Evan's note about his and my relationship, and our visit with you and Jerry recently.

Evan wrote that letter because I asked him too. He did a good job, in my opinion: his account of our life is accurate.  As he said, I do enjoy spanking him. When we first started this aspect of our relationship, he was teaching me.  Now he's got what he wanted. But as he suspected, it's more than he can handle at times. But that's good for both of us. I have real control of a happy, wonderful man, and he gets his fantasy life. He is a sweetheart to me: he will do anything for me. So of course I am happy to discipline him to keep him happy. We are happier than either of us could have imagined.  

Aunt Kay and Jerry are very sweet people. Evan and I had a great time with them on the two evenings we spent with them.  And I had a fun time with Aunt Kay learning control of various implements on Evan's bottom.  Despite Evan's protests at the time, I know he enjoyed it too.

Good luck to all of you in finding a happy relationship, within whatever framework makes you and your partner happy.

George in the UK

Dear Aunt Kay,

Though I am in the UK, I wanted to wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving.

You, through your website and more, have given a tremendous number of men and women a place to touch a really intimate place within ourselves and I know that I can safely say that your books and videos have changed my life for the better.

I look forward to reading the survey when it is completed. Thank you for doing this. If we are ever able to be in the Bay area for an extended period, we'd like to be able to thank you personally for showing us the road to domestic happiness and balance.

Sincerely,

George K.

After All These Years

Dear Aunt Kay,

My wife and I found your website and thought it was very interesting. I am 57 and my wife is 55. I just recently retired, while my wife is still working. We felt it was a natural fit for her to be totally in charge, so we agreed to try the lifestyle you subscribe to. I have a list of household chores I must do every day. They include washing the dishes, scrubbing the floors, doing the laundry, making the bed etc.

I receive a maintenance spanking every Monday night. My wife has a paddle, she sits on the couch and orders me to pull my pants and underpants done. I am then placed across her lap. She proceeds in giving me the 4, 4 and 8 warm up spanking before she gives me 40 very hard spanks. I must then thank her for the discipline.

I received my first disciplinary spanking this morning. We were out last night and my wife told me I couldn't have more than two drinks. Well, I got stupid and had about five drinks which made me a little drunk and she had to drive us home. This morning, she told me I was going to be spanked for disobeying her the night before. She put me across her lap and proceeded in giving me 60 hard spanks with the paddle. She then made me bend over a kitchen chair and gave me 60 more very hard spanks with a long-handled bath brush. I have a few cuts on my butt from that spanking and it hurt like heck.

She informed me that I will still receive my weekly maintenance spanking tomorrow night. I know it is going to hurt more than usual because my butt is sore from this morning's spanking.

Even with the spankings I still love my new lifestyle. My wife and I have been enjoying our sex life even more than ever. I love her very much for taking control and I enjoy it when she gives me orders in front of other people.

Thank you so much for the web site. It has certainly made our marriage stronger than at any other time during our 35+ years.

Stephen

Strict Again

Dear Aunt K,

You may have heard this before. After a couple years of off and on (sickness, travel, etc,) my wife said we need to get strict again. Before she was good at discipline- now she is really in charge. If a man desires this, he (in my experience) must do exactly as you say-mostly show her it works. If this is done, she will gain confidence and be gratified at not being frustrated with all the silly things men are prone to and she will be more loving, relaxed and confident.

Any man who does not want this is living a tough life. Another thing I've noticed. Because I have been better at things- so has she. She is not as overloaded and fatigued and so she has time for her hobbies and projects that I complained were cluttering our storage. The real manly stupidity is why we need disciplining to see these advantages. If you ever do another survey, perhaps you could explore the marriage satisfaction. To some extent this is already in your real people and guest emails.

Scott

PS thank you for the discreet nature of your site.

More in Love

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.

A Letter from Mrs. Warren

[Note: This entry in the DWC website originally was accompanied by six photographs supplied by the author, Mrs. Warren.  They were no longer posted at the time the DWC website became defunct. It’s also not clear whether Mrs. Warren would be OK with her photos being replicated here. Therefore, they are not included in this story.] 

Dear Aunt Kay,

Thank you for your wonderful and very informative site! My husband and I have been using domestic discipline in our marriage since 1997. Although we already had a strong marriage and a good relationship, it still needed some improvement. That is when my husband introduced me to your great website. Admittedly, I was taken aback at first because the mere idea of spanking a grown man seemed somewhat absurd.

However, once my husband confided in me that it was what he wanted, I decided to give it a chance. I agreed to take charge of his personal discipline. We both hoped that corporal punishment would help him curb some of his undesirable behavioral tendencies. I am happy to say that it has served its purpose well! We both have come to appreciate the value that spanking him has added to our marriage.

I keep a Disciplinary Diary, which is a record of our domestic spankings. In this book there is a list of rules that we both must follow for the good of the marriage. Generally speaking, I have no problem following them, however, they are bit more challenging for my husband. Any violation on his part of “The Rules” results in him getting a spanking. The duration of his spanking depends upon how many rules are broken. In this book I also keep a record of all his violations and the subsequent spankings.

This is what our typical spanking set up looks like. In the first picture you can see my Disciplinary Diary on our spanking chair along with my favorite paddle. I purchased the paddle from your website, it is called “The School Maarm” and it is perfect for over-the-knee spanking!

Once I am comfortably seated in the spanking chair, I call my naughty boy into the room.  It is time for me to give him a good, hard, over-the-knee spanking.  I have him place the Disciplinary Diary on the floor where he will be able to see it once he is over my lap. Of course, it is opened to “The Rules” page so he has something to focus on during his spanking.  He is then summoned to my right side, and I discuss with him his infractions and why he is getting a spanking.  This is usually when the lecture or scolding begins.  I make sure that the paddle is sitting in my lap in order for him to see it. During the lecture, it is always difficult for him to maintain good eye contact with me because his eyes keep glancing down to my paddle. No doubt he is anticipating the pain that it will soon inflict upon his bottom!

Satisfied that he understands the reason(s) for his spanking, I then direct him to bare his bottom. I have found that it seems to be more humiliating for him if I have him take his pants and underwear down himself. With fumbling fingers, he unbuckles his belt and then unzips his pants.

I always spank him on his bare bottom. I want to make sure he feels it, and I think it adds an important ingredient to the entire experience. It serves to minimize the “male ego!” It is usually with a red face that my husband bares his bottom. It is my desire to make his rump just as red. His excitement is obvious once his pants are down around his ankles. However, within the first minute of his spanking that will be minimized as well.

“Bare your bottom, Mister!” I order. “Pull those pants all the way down to your ankles. You know I always spank you bare.” I remind him. The only acceptable reply is, “Yes Ma’am!” and “Yes Ma’am!” it is.  With his thumbs inside the waist of his pants, he simultaneously pulls down his pants and underwear.

I really appreciate the instruction that you give in your “Tips and Methods,” Aunt Kay. I am especially fond of the Ambiance and Your Attitude admonition that a submissive man does not want a weak or lenient woman. He wants someone very strict and dominant. If he wanted anything different, he wouldn't be over your knees in the first place.  This is so very true! I must be stern with him so that there is no doubt in his mind that I am about to give him a spanking.

Even if I wanted to, I could not physically force my husband over my lap for a spanking. He goes over my knee because he knows it is in his best interest to do so. It is in the best interest of our marriage that I paddle his bottom on a regular basis.

As a result of applying your methods, I have come to appreciate the power of the paddle! Non-DWC wives have to nag or badger their husbands to get things done or correct their bad behavior. And, as most women know, this rarely works. However, as we both can appreciate, our threats carry the force of an embarrassing and painful spanking. All I have to do is threaten my husband with the paddle and he knows that he had better straighten up! Otherwise, he is going to get paddled. This is discipline that I firmly and lovingly provide.  Corporal discipline is both what he needs and wants, even if he may not desire it at that particular time.

“That’s it, get those pants down around your ankles.”  I demand.  His britches will remain there for the next half hour or so. I will not allow him to pull them up again until after his spanking and corner time.

Now it is time for him to assume the position. Of all the possible spanking positions, over-the-knee spanking is my favorite. It clearly establishes who is in charge during the session. While I am sitting down on my bottom, his bottom is bare and in the air, waiting for my paddle!

With his pants and perhaps his pride down around his ankles, I tap my knee with the paddle. He knows to quickly obey my command. “Okay, get over my knee!” Although I usually don’t have to say anything, I order him over my lap. “Yes Ma’am” he contritely responds.  Over my lap he goes.  As he climbs over my knee, I remember your instructions to not be afraid to humiliate, and above all, when that bare bottom is turned upside down across your knee waiting for the paddle or hairbrush, don't disappoint him.

Once he is in position and I am comfortable with his weight across my lap, I like to caress his bare bottom with my paddle. “You know better than to break the rules now don’t you?” I ask. “Yes Ma’am” he replies. His pale rump quivers in anticipation of the spanking to come.  “What happens when you break the rules?” I ask. “I get a spanking, Ma’am.” he answers. “Yes, you get a spanking.” I add. “A well deserved spanking! I am going to blister your bottom!”

“Yes Ma’am.”  he acknowledges.  I now have his undivided attention!

I then begin his disciplinary session. I usually do my best to follow your advice Kay, by giving him a good warm-up. I begin his spanking by paddling his bottom in spurts of four to six licks. He begins to squirm a bit, but he does his best to keep it to a minimum. Within the first minute of the spanking, I can feel that his excitement has waned. The sting of my paddle has eliminated any of his sexual fantasies or desires to be spanked. This is a real spanking, and the reality is that he is going to have a very sore and tender behind when I’m through! I am now completely focused on spanking his naughty bare bottom.

I increase the series of swats to ten or twelve. He moans in pain as he firmly clutches my left ankle. “You deserve this spanking and you’re going to get it!” I scold him. “This is what happens when you act like a brat and break the rules!” “You keep your head down and your rump up!” I demand. 

“Yesss Maaaam!” he cries.  I can see that he is trying to cheat by straightening his legs. This makes it easier for him to take the spanking by clinching his buttocks. But I know how to remedy this situation.  “I see what you are doing!” I declare. His warm-up time is over.

I usually only allow a few minutes for warm-up time. It really depends on the number of infractions and how long the spanking is going to last. One violation results in a ten-minute OTK spanking and five minutes more for each violation. This spanking was for two violations, so it lasted for fifteen minutes.

This is not fifteen minutes of non-stop spanking. I’m afraid my arm would give out if that were the case! This is the amount of time I’m paddling his bottom and scolding him between series. For longer spanking sessions, which may last twenty-five to thirty minutes, I usually take a recess for my arm and send him to the corner midway through. Then once I’m ready, the timer starts again and he goes back over my knee for the remainder of his spanking.

“Bend your knees and hold your position!” I tell him as I tap the back of his knees with my paddle.  “Yes Ma’am.” He quickly answers catching his breath. Now I begin to paddle his bottom almost non-stop! The only time I pause is to catch my own breath. It is during such a pause that I examine his bottom. I want to make sure that his rump is showing the signs of a good, hard spanking.  I can tell by his demeanor that the paddle is getting through to him.  If he wasn’t sorry before, he definitely is now!

“Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack….oooh!” The only sound in the room is the crack of the paddle across his bare bottom. He moans and groans in pain as he secures a firm grip on my ankle once again. With his knees bent, I begin to paddle the tenderest area of his behind. As you know Kay, this makes for a much more painful and therefore a more effective spanking!

As I vigorously paddle his bottom, I am reminded of your instructions Kay: “This isn't a small child you are holding over your lap by force -- this is a grown man who needs and wants a hard spanking. Give it to him and pay no attention to his cries for mercy. The longer and harder you spank, the more he will love you for it.”

This is so true! It seems the harder I spank him, the more loving and affectionate he is to me later. He is always a much more attentive and caring husband after I have given him a hard spanking.

I pause to catch my breath after delivering a series of fifty to sixty licks non-stop. “Oh my God!” He exclaims. “My butt feels like it‘s on fire!” “Is my spanking almost over yet?” he whines. This is not an unusual question, even though he knows that it will be almost over once my timer goes off. “Did you hear the timer?” I ask. “No Ma’am” he replies.  I glance down at the timer and notice that there are only a few minutes left. “Did I say I was done paddling your bottom?” I ask. “No Ma’am,” he says. “ You know better than to ask if your spanking is over!” I reply firmly.

“Yes Ma’am!” he bashfully answers. It is now time for the finale. This is the conclusion of his spanking. I often refer to this as his “rump roasting” because this is when I really aim to blister his bottom good.

Yes, this is when I want to make sure I drive home the message! “Give me your hand and bend your knees completely.” I demand. “Yes Ma’am” he replies as he reluctantly gives me his right hand. I take hold of his right hand with my left.  With his hand in mine, I now begin to swing the paddle as hard as I can, aiming exclusively for his sweet spot. “CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK……..OH GOD!” he cries.

He squirms in pain but he can’t go anywhere because I have his arm pinned behind his back. As he squeezes my hand, I tenaciously spank his bottom! “CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK……OOOOH! he cries.

I ignore his whimpering as I relentlessly roast his rump with the paddle! I want him to remember this lesson every time he sits down. In fact, I want him to think about me and how his behavior affects us. He will be reminded of the consequences for not obeying the rules every time he sits down.

As I blister his bottom, I recall your advice: 

“A spanking should be an event to remember. Don't worry about how red his bottom gets. The more color you put into it, the better you are doing. Don't pay any attention to his cries and pleas and promises. He will tell you anything to get you to stop.”  

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK …….OH….OOOH…PLEASE! he groans. 

By now, I am totally focused on spanking him. With his bottom at a perfect 90 degree angle, I roast his rump non-stop. I blister his bottom swinging the paddle as hard as I can. His lips quiver in pain and his eyes tear up. Although he is not sobbing, his grip on my hand is deathly, his moans agonizing.

The spanking is almost over, so I must make every second count. Fifteen minutes ago, his bottom was a pale creamy white, but now it is a nice rosy shade of red. Mild blisters have formed on both of his buns. He struggles to hold his position but there is no escaping the paddle! I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my thigh. Every muscle in his body is tense and his breathing is labored but controlled.  The room is filled with the sound of my wooden paddle spanking his bare bottom accompanied by his moaning and groaning.

I paddle one cheek, then the other and then both doing my best to make sure I give his buns equal attention. It is during the conclusion of the session that I really focus on paddling the lower portion of his rump, where his legs meet his bottom.  He is going to feel this spanking for the next four or five days.

“CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK …….OOOOH……UHHHH …..HONEY PLEASE!” he moans. The paddle keeps coming full force on the vulnerable target.

 The sounds of spanking are now accompanied with the sound of my timer. The spanking doesn’t end until I say it does. However, once the timer goes off, I usually end the session shortly afterwards. If he has been really bad, then I may have him stand up for some additional licks with my stand-up paddle or cane. When this occurs, he is required to grab his ankles and count each swat.

This is not the case for this illustrated story. His spanking is now over. As he lies across my lap and catches his breath, I examine his roasted rump. “Okay you may get up now.” I tell him. As he climbs off of my lap, I observe that his face matches his crimson bottom.

Once again I am reminded of your closing words Aunt Kay: “When you let him up, his eyes should be wet with tears, his knees should be quivering, and his bottom blistered!”

I now send my remorseful husband to the corner so he can think about why is bottom is  throbbing. “Now go stand in the corner and don’t come out until I tell you to.” I tell him. “Yes Ma’am” he replies. 

Once his corner time is over, he apologizes for his behavior and thanks me for spanking him. He now is allowed to pull his pants up and continue on with the rest of his day. For the next the week, or at least as long as his bottom is sore, he is a perfect gentlemen!

Spanking serves as a “checks and balances” system for us. It has helped us resolve some serious behavioral issues. It has made him a more dedicated husband and me a more confident wife. We are both happier as a result! This is what the Disciplinary Wives Club means to me. So, thank you Aunt Kay and Jerry for your wonderful site! I hope you enjoy our first ever Real Story with pictures!

                                                                            Sincerely,

                                                                          Mrs. Warren

Dear Aunt Kay I and II

Dear Aunt Kay,

You have created a wonderful website that is very informative and your implements are of outstanding quality. My wife’s favorite is Old Reliable. We have purchased three of your paddles, two canes and two books and all are absolutely great.

Although we have been to your website numerous times, our attempts at the lifestyle weren’t really successful. I think the main reason was (just learned this in the last couple of days) that my wife felt that being spanked was just a sexual fantasy of mine and that it was just one more chore to add to her list. Her punishments were irregular and usually not severe enough to change any bad behavior (although there were a few exceptions).

Sometime around January 15, I visited the website to see if you had added any new implements. Instead of a new paddle, etc. I found the letter from Mrs. Warren! She sounded as if she could have been my wife. She outlined a very structured system, and her idea of a timer was nothing short of brilliant, along with her diary. My wife is very structured and list oriented. That weekend while we were at the computer for another reason I went to the website and showed her Mrs. Warren’s letter, and when she said she liked the timer idea I presented her with a brand new timer of her own. She also liked the diary and said we needed to get a notebook. While she was at work that Monday I went and purchased a really nice binder. It has a clear sleeve on its cover so I downloaded a copy of the window scene and the DWC logo and inserted them inside the sleeve. I wrote a “Mission Statement” and since I couldn’t find any of our DWC contracts I made up a Chore and Rule Agreement form. When she came home from work that evening she was impressed and we agreed that our new lifestyle would start Feb. 1. We also agreed that in the meantime there would be some “training” sessions.

When she came home on Tuesday evening, I had added her caning manual and a copy of Mrs. Warren’s letter as our guide to the book along with a section called The Weekly Review and Punishment Log. There is also a section on the different types of spankings. If a chore is not done, or not done correctly, there may or may not be an immediate spanking, but either way it is listed in the log. Breaking a rule gets an immediate spanking plus entered into the log. Every Saturday AM is weekly review and punishment time.

Just like Mrs. Warren, 1 offense equals a 10 min. session, plus 5 min. for each additional offense. Two or more offenses will also earn 5 cane strokes per offense.  She said she thought it was time for the first training session and that it would be a 5 min. one.  I was thinking that this was going to be like the spankings in the past, just over her knee for a longer period of time.  It was rather appropriate that this was the same day that the man that ran on “real change” was inaugurated  as President. When the 5 min. was over my bottom was on fire ! I had never had a spanking like that in my life. There was also a feeling of contentment that is also indescribable . The next day I met her during lunch and I told her that we should have made a video of the night before because it would have been perfect for a DWC training video and that my backside was still sore.

She promised that she was going to add to it when she got home.  That one was bent over a barstool and was only 12 spanks with a ping pong paddle, but there were tears in my eyes when I stood up. That Saturday AM  I received a 10 min. training spanking for our weekly review and somehow I though I heard fire trucks on their way. I asked her what had made such a huge difference in her spankings and she said that my putting that much time and effort into making  the manual had convinced her that my need was not sexually driven. We also agreed that we were starting the lifestyle right then.

Another  Saturday AM weekly review has come and gone since then and I had forgotten one chore and broken one rule ( one that was a double entry into the log plus 5 additional cane strokes ) so that was a 20 min. session and 15 cane strokes. The timed sessions work very well as she has all the time she needs to scold while my bottom is in position for her to add emphasis when she pleases. There have been very few days since Jan. 20th that my bottom hasn’t been sore, but there also hasn’t been a time in my life when I have been any happier. She tells me that her happiness is off the charts because of my new attitude and  sharing the workload as well as giving her some special attention.

All I can say to men that think this is the lifestyle that they want is to search their souls and be absolutely sure of it first, then try to find a way for it to fit your wife’s personality so that it is not going to be impossible for her and last but not least, make one of your first rules one that states that even if you decide in the future that you don’t want to be spanked that it is ok as long as you obey her, do your chores and  follow the rules. If not, you’ll be spanked, like it or not. It is totally unfair for you to expect your wife to make this big of a change and then change back for whatever reason that you choose.

We have also added a point system to our book. If no rules are broken, all chores done correctly and on time and I have not disobeyed her for the week I receive so many points. If I have anything in the log for that week  so many points are deducted for each offense. There is a list of  rewards and how many points it takes to get them. When I have enough points saved I may purchase my choice. If I don’t have enough I must save until I do.

There has been one side effect that neither of us expected. We are kissing, holding hands and totally crazy about each other again. We have always loved each other, but it has brought us closer together and it happened almost immediately upon starting this lifestyle.

This is a message to Mrs. Warren. Thank you so much for writing your letter. Every Saturday AM around 8 I hope that it brings a smile to your face knowing that there is another husband  over his wife’s knee getting his “rump roasted” and that he is eternally grateful to you.

Thanks again Aunt Kay and wish you continued success with your website.

_____________________

Dear Aunt Kay:

I have been a member of this website for quite a few years now, back when You called potential members and spoke to the wife personally. we were going along pretty good and then I got sick (cancer) which I beat; five years and no sign of it coming back.

I just wanted you to know that we stayed away from the spankings for a long time, but as you know we husbands cannot stay away for very long. I have been to many many websites. Yours is still the most honest  and genuine of all of them. I feel comfortable on your site. More comfortable than any other site I have visited.

I just wanted to tell you that my wife and I are back into DWC, and it feel like I have come home from a long journey. I am so happy that she is really getting back in the swing of things. I think she agreed to come back because your site is so genuine.

Thanks again.

Paul

Morning Ritual

Dear Aunt Kay,

I think your website is just great.

My wife and I have been married for 30 years. She takes care of my every need, and we have had wonderful romance and outstanding sex for all those years. A couple of years ago I told her a fantasy that I have had since the age of about 12; that I dreamed of being paddled lovingly by strong willed women. She asked me why I waited so long to tell. I said, “Well, it’s not exactly a normal thing.” She, a totally open minded and willing to try anything woman, answered, “Who cares.”

Our morning ritual is coffee in bed while we listen to the morning shows and I massage her back. When she has had sufficient massage, she will say, “Well, I guess we better get on with your spanking.” (She alternates with other erotic terms like, “ass blistering”, “scorching your behind” and “frying your ass.”) I naturally object saying things like, “it isn’t right” and“ it’s against the natural order things” and she answers, “It’s the most necessary thing in the world. You couldn’t get through a day without it. We need to get things straight with that naughty little boy inside of you so you can make it through the day.” Then she massages me whilst telling me dthat the paddle is very near and she is going to cook my behind. She puts her hand between my legs and while touching the cheeks of my hiney says, “And right there is going to be burned up like a crispy critter.” I wiggle and moan in ecstasy.

The paddle is a long handled wooden cooking spoon that I have modified by extending the handle with a 7/8th’s diameter by 7 inch long dowel. That gives her plenty of gripping surface and plenty of leverage.

When I just cannot take any more taunting, she has me lie along the edge of the bed with a very large pillow under my pelvis so that my hiney is way up in the air and she paddles me sooo skillfully producing deep penetrating sensations and a deep red glow (actually, I have calluses on the cheeks.) When I complain about the treatment (which I always do), she just gives me more and harder while telling that it is an absolute necessity to keep “that naughty little boy” straight.

We have a round Japanese style tub with high walls and a seat. Occasionally when I am bathing, she comes to the bathroom with her paddle, makes me bend over the side of the tub and fries my wet hiney. That is just wickedly delicious. Sometimes I am at the kitchen counter fixing my lunch and she will take a standard issue cooking spoon from the drawer and fry me where I stand.

My mother and her sisters came from the southeast. They were very dominant women and blistered me frequently with wooden spoons and switches. I hated to hear, “Ya know, you haven’t had a whippin’ lately” because I knew one was coming whether I had done anything bad or not. Their philosophy was the little boys needed to whipped just because they were little boys. I doubt they had any idea they were giving me something that would be so totally enjoyable later in life. I say Phhhht!!! to them and oddly remember some of those whippings with intense feelings of erotic joy.

Your web site makes me feel very comfortable that I am not alone in harboring a little boy inside me needing special forms of love and affection.

Thank you very much,

Sincerely,

Harold

Disciplined Boyfriend

Dear Aunt Kay,

About a month back, I e-mailed you on behalf of my girlfriend stating that she felt spankings were not having the desired effect. You suggested she apply more. I can report she most definitely took your advice!

Probably within 10 minutes of her viewing your reply, I was across her lap.

In the past this had meant a somewhat red bottom, and a lecture on my behavior. This time was completely different. The spanking was by far the hardest she had ever administered, leaving my bottom not just red, but very sore. And I mean SORE! Since then, she is much more demanding, and much quicker to put me across her lap. She says the results have been wonderful! Indeed, they have as I now try my best to avoid her even thinking of putting me over her knee. However, I am not always successful, and she is quick to correct, even the most trivial of errors.

Just wanted to update you.

Signed, A very well DISCIPLINED boyfriend

Just Found the DWC Website

Hi Aunt Kay!  

I just discovered your website and am really fascinated by it.  My wife and I have dabbled in spanking, and things that are a bit kinkier, but have only just begun to use it seriously.  I am a mostly submissive switch.  I do enjoy giving my wife light, fun spankings as foreplay. She, on the other hand, is basically dominant, and really spanks hard, often with a wooden hairbrush that really hurts.  Since she has been seriously disciplining me on a daily basis our relationship has improved tremendously.  My daily spankings seem to give her a real boost, and they provide me with great stress relief, and (strangely enough) they are something they I look forward too.  Last night was the longest, and hardest yet (she seems to really be settling into her role as disciplinarian), and was (for me) both the most unpleasant and simultaneously enjoyable such encounter that we've had.

Thanks so much for your website.

Best regards,

Matt

A New Beginning

Dear Aunt Kay,

My name is Robert. Nancy and I have been married for almost 26 years. While we have had our ups and downs (mainly due to my emotional immaturity), we love each other more than ever. 

Over the last several years, I have brought up the subject of spanking as an attitude adjustment for me when I get all sulky and angry as well as neglectful of my chores. We have on several occasions made lists with duties and consequences. I have always been the one to enforce these rules by requesting a spanking. Sometimes, though, I would get stubborn and refuse to ask. I would get frustrated and ruin many a perfectly good evening. Days and sometimes weeks would pass before she would ask me if I needed a spanking. Often, I would lie and say no.

This cycle continued until I came across your site and read the statement of purpose, the tips and methods, and the real people section. I read the first two to her the other day and asked if she would be willing to try this lifestyle for a month like a test drive. She agreed. So far so good. We have a couple of things, including my attitude, for which I am immediately disciplined. My attitude, however, has been much improved since we made this arrangement because I am happy. I have done a few things to earn a spanking on purpose just to test her and she has met the challenge. Corner time, which I hate, has also been incorporated into my punishment. I hope she sees the benefits to herself and becomes more assertive in her role. She is reluctant to give me the harsh punishment I really need and crave. Maybe as she gets more comfortable in her new position. I did request a long, hard spanking yesterday and she did her best but still held back for fear of hurting me. I have read supposedly true accounts of men spanked to tears. I would love to experience this catharsis.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this letter, I am emotionally immature. I lack the ability to cry easily at real life situations and am brought easily to tears by a sad movie. I would die to be able to weep at my shortcomings and my wife's disappointment and disapproval. I have a feeling, though, that I am more disappointed in myself than she is. 

Anyway, sorry about the rambling. I really wanted to thank you for your website and hope the information will be productive for my wife and I.

Robert

A Better Person

Dear Aunt Kay,

Shortly after Irene and I were married, we were going somewhere in the car and I was tired and aggravated at the time by the slow driver in front of me, and I cussed at him 3 or 4 different times. Finally, Irene said, "Stop that. I really ought to spank you for speaking like that". 

Well, I stopped cussing and nothing more was said on the subject the rest of the day, but later on that evening I began to think about what she had said, and I could not get it out of my mind. The whole concept of being spanked by my wife was very intriguing to me, and I thought about it constantly, day and night, eventually coming to the conclusion that I knew I wanted her to be the disciplinarian in our household. But, by the same token, I was afraid to ask her because I was afraid of what she might think of me, so I stayed quiet on the subject, that is until a few days later when I got up my courage and blurted out to Irene, "Yes, you were right the other day. You should have spanked me. Maybe if you did I would learn to watch my language." 

Irene just smiled and listened and didn't say anything at that time. I figured that now it was up to her to think about what I had said. Well, she didn't think about it too long, because the very next day she sat me down, looked me in the eye, and told me that she had thought about it and had decided that from that point on she was going to spank me whenever I committed any one of 4 different offenses - disobedience to her, disrespect to her or anyone else, cussing or excessive drinking.

During my first two spankings, Irene was very tentative. She didn't spank very hard and did not make me pull down my underwear, so I also had a little extra padding to protect my rear end. But that all changed before my third spanking - my first "real" spanking - and has remained the same ever since. My wrongdoing in that case was that I had not finished cleaning the basement in a timely manner, and Irene considers that to be disobedience. I had started to clean it on Saturday morning and had gotten a large portion of it done but had not finished. The following Monday morning Irene went shopping and ordered me to have it finished by the time she got back or there would be consequences to pay - and I knew full well what that meant. She said that as far as she was concerned, she should have already spanked me for not finishing on Saturday. Well, after Irene left a friend stopped by, and I ended up talking to him for a good while, and so I was late getting started cleaning. At the time I really didn't think too much about Irene's warning, because my previous spankings had all been bearable and I figured that even if I did end up over her knee, I could handle it - WRONG! 

When Irene got home and saw that I wasn't done she was livid. She immediately marched me to the bedroom and summarily announced that I would be getting the spanking of my life, and that this spanking and all future spankings would be administered thusly: 1) I would be required to remove all my clothes. This would enhance my humiliation and feeling of helplessness, 2) I would be placed over Irene's knees to emphasize the fact that I was under the total control of and being spanked by a woman (thus multiplying the humiliation effect), 3) all spankings would be administered with the back side of a wooden hairbrush, and 4) I would be required to confess my wrongdoing, ask for the spanking, and thank her afterwards. 

I can vividly remember that I was very, very afraid at that time and my voice quivered as I confessed my wrongdoing and meekly requested that I be spanked for it. Irene then motioned for me to lie across her knees and shortly thereafter my life changed forever. I can't remember the exact number of times I was hit that day (surely over 100 times), but by 20 spanks I was in excruciating pain and by 50 spanks I was crying. That was the first time (though definitely not the last) that I cried during a spanking. Afterwards I sobbed uncontrollably for at least an hour and was sore for a week. 

My life changed that day and my Irene told me how intoxicating her power was and that we were never going back, so I'd better get used to it. Well now I know that I would never want to go back. I am absolutely sure that Irene's discipline sessions have made me a better person and I love her dearly for it.

Mike

If She Gets Angry Enough

Dear Aunt Kay,

The DWC Booklet “Please Discipline Me” has been a great help to me, especially parts one and two. Let me explain, visiting your website six months ago was a revelation to me. You certainly have a great depth of knowledge regarding discipline. After reading the real people section, as well as your tips and techniques, I summed up  the courage to talk to my wife about spanking me. She said at that time that she did not like the idea of spanking and did not want to talk any further about it. My approach was exactly the opposite of what it should have been. I tried further discussion several times, but it was apparent that she was turned off. Finally sending for the Booklet and after reading Part One it was quite apparent that, “It’s not about me; it’s all about her”.

Taking a new approach, the advice that you give is just extraordinary. Now I listen carefully to what my wife says and wants., adding more around the house chores, and giving as much attention and positive support as I can.  She seems to be very pleased with me at this point. So, after a fashion I raised the spanking subject again, only this time there was a printout of several letters from the real people section and the common questions list. Also, an invitation to a guided tour of the DWC website.

Her response was, “What is going on here? You have already talked about this subject. We have been married 34 years and this has never come up. I want to simplify my life - not complicate it. ” So, then I presented my core argument. 

“You are very good at confronting and scolding me when you are angry with me. You get the matter off your chest and clear the air, however, this leaves me feeling anguished and very guilt ridden. There is no closure for me; no emotional relief. If you were to spank me this would provide a mechanism whereby I could also find closure psychological relief and clear the air. The slate will then be clean for both of us with a fresh start.

My wife replied, “I will spank you if I get angry enough.” She said this with a kind shy smile. I am not sure what to make of it other than to keep my mouth shut and be very patient as my wife seldom gets really angry at me.

Paul

How I am Spanked

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