The
following story is a brief recounting of how my wife and I began our
journey in the Disciplinary Wife lifestyle.It was previously posted on
Experience Project. It is more or less a true recounting of the events -
just a touch of dramatization to make the story flow better. --Al
My
wife and I had been married over twenty years when she first put a
paddle to my bare behind. Our marriage had become rocky and troubled
over the years, with lots of arguing and bickering, very little romance
and only sporadic sex. And when we did have sex, it was very plain
vanilla - and although we were both sexually considerate of the other,
there was certainly very little adventure - and there had never even
been a hint of any interest in spanking on her part at all. I, over the
years, had occasionally dropped a hint or two of my interest in spanking
(having been fascinated by spanking since puberty), but she had never
even seemed to notice.
So,
it was one of the Great Surprises of my life when, during a rare moment
of candid conversation one evening in which we had shared our secret
sexual fantasies, that my wife told me, "You know....I would love to
paddle your ass!" This proclamation was immediately followed by
instructions to stay put - that she would be right back. She came back a
minute later with a ping pong paddle - and the next minute I was lying
over her lap getting my bare bottom paddled. And while it was an
admittedly mild spanking - especially by her standards today, it was
more than what I would have guessed - about thirty whacks that all had
some definite sting to them with a few real zingers towards the end -
offering a hint of what was to come in the days that followed.
The
events of the following morning continued to leave me somewhat shell
shocked - as I really cannot overstate how amazed I was by this turn of
events. After we awoke the next morning, took our turns in the bathroom,
my wife picked up the ping pong paddle and tapping it on her hand,
said, "We need to discuss you leaving the toilet seat up" (yes, I know
that is cliché, but it really is the way it unfolded) - and shortly
thereafter I was again lying across her lap getting yet another paddling
applied to my bare behind. This one was probably closer to fifty
whacks, and the whacks were decidedly a bit more intense than those of
the previous evening.
This
episode was definitely more like a real spanking than the first one.
And although it was still mild enough that it did not cause any major
discomfort, she did warm my bottom quite well that morning, leaving me
with the sense that I had indeed been given a spanking that Saturday
morning.
A
bit later, as we were having breakfast, my wife - now in an unusually
good mood - started teasing me with the idea that maybe this was just
what our marriage needed - that whenever I got out of line, she could
just put me over her lap for a good paddling - and that she could
probably get used to that idea. Again, I must say that I was truly
astonished that my plain vanilla wife of all these years had paddled my
bare rear twice in the past twelve hours, seemed to be enjoying it
immensely, and was now teasing me about paddling me regularly to keep me
in line.
Since
I had fantasized about having a disciplinary wife for years, I
immediately encouraged her in this conversation by joking back with her
that for the good of our marriage, I would drop my drawers and take it
like a man whenever she thought I needed it. And then I went on to tell
her, just a bit more seriously, that there were some good web sites for
the "disciplinary wife" - and told her about Aunt Kay's Disciplinary
Wives Club and another web site that had some good stories about wives
that spanked their husbands. Shortly thereafter, she was on the Net
reading all about wives that spank - and stayed there for the next three
or four hours it seemed. In the meantime, I attended to some various
chores and such. When she finally took a break from her research, we
went out for a late lunch and had yet another conversation. She had been
impressed with what she had read on the DWC site and believed that it
would be a good idea for us to try to the Disciplinary Wife lifestyle.
She also felt sure that I must feel the same way or that I would not
have told her about the DWC site - and that clearly I was ok with the
idea of accepting a disciplinary spanking - although she had some
concern that I would feel the same way about taking such a paddling once
I started getting the kind of "real
spankings"
as described on the DWC web site. But she did hope that I would be able
to accept true disciplinary spankings because she honestly felt that
was just what was needed to help our marriage. The way she saw it was
that most of our marital bickering came from the fact that I was an
arrogant, cocky smartass (and that was at least mostly true) and that
having my bare butt well paddled on a regular basis would be just the
thing to help me learn some humility. I, of course, agreed to this trial
- still completely overwhelmed that this was even happening - as I
would never have believed it if you had told me. We talked some more,
agreed to some basic rules, and that sort of thing. After lunch, she had
me take her to purchase a true wooden hairbrush as she had already
figured out from her research that this was an indispensable tool of the
trade, and that the ping pong paddle was simply not heavy enough or
durable enough to get the job done. We went to a few stores before she
found one that was sufficiently large and heavy enough to suit her.
We
arrived home with the brush in the late afternoon. My wife had already
told me that she was going to come home and type up our "contract and
rules" so there would not be any misunderstandings. When we got home,
however, she informed me that before she went to all the trouble to type
all that up, that she needed to make sure that I meant business and
would be willing to accept a real disciplinary paddling - so I needed to
go the bedroom and drop my drawers. We had already agreed at lunch that
I was granting her the power to spank me at her sole discretion - even
if it was just because she said so - so I went to the bedroom. And,
besides, although I was somewhat nervous about getting a "real spanking"
with a hairbrush, it was - after all - what I had fantasized about for
years. But the first crack of that hard wood brush against my bare ass
was nothing like my fantasy - it was like a shock - it hurt - it stung -
it burned. Then there were three more in rapid succession - two for
each cheek. I yelped, I cussed. I wanted them to stop. But then there
were five more sets of four like that - and with each set she increased
the intensity just a bit it seemed - the warm-ups that Aunt Kay
describes on the DC site's techniques section. They all hurt, and stung,
and burned - but at least I had adjusted to the initial shock enough
that the temptation to jump off her lap had diminished - still, she had
wrapped her legs around mine to lock me in after the third set - as my
legs were kicking and flailing about, and my ass was squirming around
all over her lap as the swats grew harder. But then the sets of four
were over, and the real spanking began. She started paddling and didn't
stop - she alternated cheeks at times, and then swatted the same spot
repeatedly for a few times - painting my bottom a solid crimson. Every
whack stung and burned - and soon my ass was on fire. I yelped and
moaned, cussed and begged, kicked and squirmed, and ultimately submitted
to the pain, tears flowing, gasping, finally softly sobbing. And
finally it was over. I slid off her lap and onto my knees next to the
bed, my head resting on her lap, where I found comfort as I dried my
eyes and caught my breath. My ass was still on fire and crimson red -
there must have been a hundred
whacks
including the warm-ups. But I still somehow thanked her for helping me
to become a better person. She smiled, told me she loved me, and that
she was glad that I understood that the spanking was for my own good and
that I would become a better man for it.
A
bit later, when it was all said and done, we had a drink and talked
some more. The reality had been far different than the fantasy - but now
I knew what I had consented to - and it certainly bore little
resemblance to the earlier sessions with the ping pong paddle. And, yes,
despite just having experienced the reality of a true disciplinary
spanking, I was still ready to have a disciplinary wife who would be
regularly paddling my bare behind. My wife, who as far as I would have
ever guessed was about as plain vanilla as they came, shared her
thoughts with me as well.
She
told me that when we had both managed to open enough last night enough
to share some secret thoughts with one another, and that I had shared a
fascination with being spanked, she did not want to waste this rare
opportunity of openness, and that she was really willing to try almost
anything to spice up our love life and improve our marriage of
mediocrity - so she had thought "What the hell, let's play....". And,
then about half way through that first "play spanking" with the ping
pong paddle - she began whacking me hard enough to generate a little
sting and I was squirming around just enough that she began to enjoy the
sense of power that spanking me was giving her, finding it both
emotionally satisfying and sexually stimulating at the same time. She
had found herself excited at the prospect of a repeat performance the
next morning, and had completely enjoyed giving me the somewhat more
intense spanking the following morning, again experiencing the same type
of satisfaction that she had experienced the previous evening. A couple
of things happened after both spankings that really reinforced the
experience as well. First, the love making that followed was the best in
years! Secondly, I had opened up to her in a way that I had not in
years - dropped the walls and made myself vulnerable - resulting in an
emotional closeness we had not experienced in a very long time. To her
surprise and my complete amazement, my wife had found that she was
enthusiastic about the idea of assuming the role of the disciplinary
wife.
User Story 3
MY HUSBAND AND I HAVE BEEN MARRIED 15 YEARS.
WE MARRIED WHILE IN COLLEGE AND FOR THE FIRST TEN YEARS OF OUR MARRIAGE, HE DID AS HE PLEASED, OFTEN IGNORING WHAT I FELT. I BEGAN TO RESENT HIM MORE AND MORE.
MY SOLUTION AT THE TIME WAS TO BECOME A NAG, AND MY WAY OF PUNISHING HIM WAS TO REFUSE HIM SEX. NEITHER OF US WAS HAPPY AND THE ONLY THING THAT KEPT US OUT OF DIVORCE COURT WAS OUR TWO SONS.
ONE DAY I CAME ACROSS A BLOG ON LINE ABOUT FLR. A LIGHT WENT ON AND I BROUGHT UP THE TOPIC ONE DAY ON OUR WAY HOME FROM OUR
SESSION WITH A MARRIAGE CONSULAR. FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE WE MARRIED WE BEGAN TALKING. LONG STORY SHORT, THIS WAS THE
BEGINNING OF OUR MARRIAGE. I CALL IT THE REEDUCATION OF A HUSBAND.
TODAY THERE IS ORDER AND MUTUAL RESPECT.
I HAVE A REFORMED HUSBAND AND A PARTNER IN
RAISING TWO BOYS TO BECOME THE MEN THAT WILL TREAT THEIR WIVES WITH RESPECT.
ANNA
User Story 2
A memorable spanking as an adult came several years ago when I rented a room from a lady some 10 years my senior who I had met on a trip to Italy. I had been living in her unit in Lane Cove for about 6 months when she presented me with a very large telephone bill. I had been making quite a number of STD calls and hadn’t told her about it. I apologized and gave her the money for the calls. Neroli said that it was very naughty to run up a bill like that without telling her. I replied that it was naughty of me and I probably deserved a good spanking. To my amazement and delight, Neroli replied, you know I think that giving you a spanking would be good for both of us. So after dinner tonight I expect to see you in the living room in your PJ’s ready for a trip over my knee for a good old fashion spanking with my hairbrush. Straight after dinner I excused myself and reappeared in my PJ’s which consisted of a very thin cotton layer of material as the only protection to my bottom. Neroli came out of her bedroom dressed in a very maternal manner holding a wooden hairbrush in her hand and placed herself in the middle of the lounge. She then summoned me to get over her knee as it was time for my spanking. I positioned myself across her lap. She then said that this spanking was long overdue as she had been thinking for several months that I was in need of a damn good spanking. I agreed with her that sometimes I could behave like a spoilt brat. Ah she said, so you agree that this spanking is richly deserved and therefore it should be long and hard. Yes I replied. Good then that is exactly the sort of spanking you are going to get. Oh and one thing more, yes I said, it is going to be administered on your bare bottom and with that she pulled down my PJ pants. Neroli then proceeded to wield the hairbrush in a very deliberate rythnm, slow at first, with a stroke on each cheek and then one in the middle. After about 5 minutes the pace of the strokes increased and the strokes become increasing harder and I began to moan slightly. Neroli kept a chastising dialogue going with the spanking telling me that my behavior would need to improve or else I could expect to be spanked on a regular basis. That naughty spoilt brats such as I needed to feel the sting of a hairbrush to keep them in line and that she was most willing to tan my backside regularly. That I obviously wasn’t spanked often enough growing up and that I needed to be spanked regularly from here on to make up for all the spankings that I didn’t receive. After about ten minutes Neroli really let me have it and I began to riggle on lap as the strokes of the hairbrush were now very rapid and very hard and my moaning grew louder. My bottom felt like it was on fire. The final tanning lasted a good five minutes. After the final stroke of the hairbrush Neroli rubbed my very, very red bottom and asked whether I was going to behave myself from now on. I said yes mam, I promise. And what will happen if you don’t behave. I’ll get spanked again. Yes that’s right you will get spanked again. In fact you’ll get two spankings next time. Bare bottom spankings with a hairbrush. Now you would think that I would have behaved myself for the rest my stay at Neroli’s unit. Before I moved out of Neroli’s I was spanked at least another 50 times. Each spanking was 15 minutes long and followed the same pattern.
User Story #1
Some disciplined husbands are born. Some are made. Some stumble into the lifestyle, give it a try, and are hooked forever. Dan was the latter.
Dan was not a natural submissive. Quite the opposite. In his daily life, he was a senior executive in a large corporation, with a reputation for being a hard charger. While not an ogre or a bad person, he was hard on those around him, and even harder on himself. The kind of guy who lives his life at the edge of each new accomplishment. That kind of performance comes at a price, however, and in Dan's case that price was stress at work, and stress at home due to his tendency to bring his high-energy, domineering work demeanor home at night.
Terry was, in many ways, Dan's mirror image. She was an accountant who like the flexibility of working at home several days a month, so she could spend more time with the kids. While she worked for a successful firm and was good at her job, unlike Dan she did not live for work. Though very pretty and very smart, she sometimes lacked confidence and assertiveness. One night she came home in tears after a confrontation with a co-worker. In a similar situation, Dan would have just mowed down the offending office mate, while Terry tended to let others walk over her. When Dan encouraged her to be more assertive, she just sighed and observed wistfully that she was who she was, noting a marriage probably can't tolerate more than one big personality anyway. Dan saw that as an uninspiring way to go through life, but he also knew the price he himself paid for being too assertive, too controlling, too domineering.
In truth, Dan wanted more balance in their relationship, and he strongly suspected Terry had a more assertive side. While it might not come out easily at work, there had been signs in the bedroom. While their sex life was not the stuff of Fifty Shades of Grey, nor was it entirely conventional. They had experimented a few times with Dominance and Submission, with Terry playacting the role of the tough Dom, “topping” Dan, bossing him around, pinching his nipples, and after some reluctance, giving him playful hand spankings. Terry could not really get into the role-playing aspect of the dominance scenes, however. While she did from time to time deliver spankings that could be a bit uncomfortable, they lasted no more than a few strokes and were delivered with much less than maximum force and effect. The fantasy play also had a downside. These bedroom scenes often involved "punishing" Dan for various real bad acts, but it was not real punishment. It was more like foreplay. Foreplay that Dan very obviously enjoyed. That made Terry a somewhat reluctant participant, because the things he was being "punished" for in these bedroom fantasies were often things that were causing Terry real anger and hurt. Things like being too domineering in his communications with her. Not sharing his feelings. Not being appropriately sensitive to her needs. And then there was the constant after work socializing with customers and co-workers. In short, Terry suspected that spanking Dan as erotic foreplay in the context of a "punishment" fantasy might just encourage his bad behavior.
Another problem with these little scenes was that Dan remained firmly in control. Terry never initiated a spanking. They almost started with Dan suggesting they play that night. And, on those few occasions where she spanked him a little harder than normal, he would voice his discomfort and she would instantly lighten up.
But, deep down inside, Dan didn't want her to lighten up. While he had never thought much about spanking as a lifestyle choice and saw it as little more than a way to add a bit of "kink" to their otherwise conventional sex life, something about the harder spankings disturbed him, and not in a wholly bad way. Something about those painful slaps on his bottom was both threatening and morbidly fascinating. Like most men, he viewed online porn from time to time, and he now found himself looking for spanking content. While there was no shortage of male-on-female spanking websites, there wasn't much in the way of content devoted to females spanking males. And, what little there was tended to involve professional dominatrix services, divorced from any real world relationships.
Then, almost by chance, Dan stumbled across something called the Disciplinary Wives Club. He was struck by how different it was from the usual spanking fare. It was classier, more feminine, and the title said it all. While there were plenty of other websites devoted to spanking, this one was focused on using spanking within the larger context of a disciplinary relationship, with the female as the disciplining party. Relationships in which women take control of their marriages by delivering hard, disciplinary spankings to the misbehaving men in their lives. These were no love taps administered with a bare hand. No, these were real, old-fashioned butt blisterings using wooden hairbrushes, paddles, and straps. Although many of the stories and letters on the site had sexual undertones, and even though some of the couples did have sex following a spanking session, sex was not the goal and any overt link to S&M was actively discouraged. Rather, the spankings were intended to be real punishment, designed to correct real misbehavior. Letters from couples practicing the lifestyle described real-life spanking scenes in which the wives often initiated their new disciplinary relationship by announcing that a spanking would not end until after—sometimes long after—the husband was in tears.
Something about the website hit Dan like a hammer. There was no denying the fact--and his rock hard erection as he read the content testified to it--that there was a strong sexual component to the emotions he was experiencing. His arousal was, however, kind of like the excitement he experienced when getting on a big roller-coaster at the amusement park. Excitement yes, but intimately bound up with very real anxiety, with an edge of real fear.
Yet, he couldn't stop reading. Those who were raised in a time and place in which corporal punishment was doled out in schools on a regular basis will recognize the butterflies in Dan's stomach. Those terribly long walks to the principal's office after some misbehavior, folded note from the teacher in hand, knowing it contained an instruction to the principal that this young man needed a good paddling. Anyone who has been through it knows that walk is one of the longest of your life. What made those sessions in the principal's office so dreadfully effective, besides the very real fear of a painful, humiliating paddling, was the utter inevitability. Once the order was given, there simply was no getting out of it. Dan now felt a similar dread at the thought of his wife spanking him to tears.
And, while terrifying, there was also something undeniably compelling, and he realized with a shock that he as he read he had been thinking about this as a real prospect. As something that might actually happen. The thought of his lovely, demure wife commanding him to submit to her rules, with the prospect of having his ass beaten with a paddle or strap for any disobedience both fascinated and terrified him. It was one thing to read about other wives giving a good hard spanking to their misbehaving husbands, but the possibility of his wife giving him a real spanking, a spanking designed to effect a major change in the power structure in their marriage, left him with a sense of real dread.
However, something about that felt strangely right. Ever the adventurous and unsatisfied soul, he had been looking for something that would push some real limits, both his and Terry's. It had been years since he had felt any real sense of vulnerability, and the fear now gripping his heart was driven by his utter lack of illusions regarding the nature of what he was contemplating. For any man, but especially someone with his personality, to submit so fully and in such an embarrassing way--and with the possibility of being brought to real tears--talk about psychological vulnerability!
That night, as Dan and Terry lay in bed together, he broached the subject of the Disciplinary Wives Club and its unnerving concepts to Terry. He talked about it almost as an interesting novelty. A new bit of kink to share, like a funny Playboy cartoon. The darkness of the bedroom mercifully concealed the anxiety and embarrassment that surely were written all over his face. But, Terry sensed his nervousness. It was in his voice. Slightly higher pitched than normal. Tight and timid, halting and hesitant. On the surface he was just telling her about a naughty experience on the Web but, as she listened, she felt something stirring within herself. Was her husband doing what she thought he was doing? Was he suggesting such a fairly dramatic experiment in marital power swapping? For Dan's part, he really wasn't sure what he was suggesting, or what he wanted her to say or do. In fact, a part of him very much hoped she would dismiss the whole concept with a giggle.
But, Terry didn't laugh. Rather, she listened quietly and intently, interrupting now and then with a question or noncommittal comment. She had never been interested in the whole whips and chains, leather-bound dominatrix, S&M thing. However, Dan explained that many of women who posted letters to the website swore they were not into BDSM and had no desire to be a dominatrix or otherwise adopt an S&M lifestyle. Rather, many of them began as the less assertive partner in their relationships, but they got into delivering real disciplinary spankings after finding that punishing their husband's bad acts in that way made them feel more assertive. More powerful. More in control of their own lives.
Laying there in the dark bedroom, Dan couldn't get a read on Terry's reaction. She said very little, but seemed to be taking it all very in, although he had not proposed it as something they should actually try. After they had been talking for quite some time, or rather he had been talking and she had been mostly listening, she rolled over to face him, running the palm of her hand over his chest and butterfly-filled belly. “Hey, you're trembling a little,” she said. “What's that about? Are you excited, or scared, or what?” Her hand then drifted purposefully downwards, coming to rest inquisitively on top of his silk boxers, stretched to their limit by his massive erection. “Wow, I guess it's excitement, but I'm not sure I would be excited if I were the one who might be on the receiving end of what you just described. Very intriguing. I guess I'll spend some time tomorrow checking out that website.” With that, she rolled over and went to sleep, before Dan could tell her that whatever "excitement" he felt was mixed with genuine terror.
Dan slept fitfully the entire night and was on pins and needles all morning at work, wondering whether Terry would follow through and actually explore with an open mind the website with its tales of disciplinary women, or whether she would write it all off as some perversity in which she had no interest whatsoever, assuming she went to the website at all. When the phone rang and he saw her number on the caller ID, his heart jumped into his throat, and he almost let it go to voice-mail. But, he picked it up and croaked out a timid, "Hi there. What's up?" There was nervousness, but also an interesting note of strength in her voice as she summarized in two words her thoughts about the website she had spent the morning viewing: “Very interesting.”
Dan laughed nervously and asked if that was all she had to say. She hesitated just a moment before replying, her voice gaining strength and authority with each word, “Well, if you really think you want to try this, you better go buy me a wooden hairbrush.” His heart again jumped up into his throat, and he literally went weak in the knees. He was in a daze the rest of the day, and still in a daze as he drove to the local shopping mall after work. He soon found out that heavy wooden hairbrushes aren't all that popular these days. It took him over an hour of walking from store to store to find one, and then only after sheepishly asking for help from a sales girl, whose eyes seemed to twinkle for just a moment with knowing amusement. Although given the state he was in, maybe her reaction was a figment of his imagination. An imagination already whirring in high gear at what might be waiting for him when he got home. His hands were shaking as he paid for his purchase, then walked from the mall with his knees again weak and shaking. And, despite his very real sense of dread, his arousal had not diminished a bit. He had not been that hard for that long since he was in this teens. A reaction he could not quite fathom, in light of his very real fear about where his search for a little spanking "kink" might be heading.
Terry was cooking dinner as he came into the house that night and made his way to the kitchen. It was clear she too was fighting to hide her nervousness, but there was also something new. Some new assertiveness as she told him to set the table for dinner. And, after dinner she got down to business. Many of the DWC couples she had read about had drawn up a contract governing their new relationship. Terry didn't insist on quite so much formality, but that night after the kids were in bed they sat at the kitchen table and she dictated a list of some of the things that would earn Dan a spanking. Staying out late with the guys was a big one, as was going out with them at all without permission. Not showing her proper respect. Copping an “attitude” when talking to her or, like most guys, being uncommunicative.
There were other ground rules. The duration and intensity of a spanking were within her sole control. While they had set the foregoing list of things that would definitely result in a spanking, they agreed that she could spank him any time, for any transgression, or even for no transgression at all. They also agreed he could back out of this new experiment at any time, except that he could not get out of an undelivered spanking that she already had ordered or which he knew he had coming as a result of an agreed upon infraction. In other words, if they were going to do this, it was going to be real, and not some sexually titillating experiment that the could back out of as soon as his limits were pushed. They discussed the possibility of agreeing to a “safe word,” which I could use to signal if things became too intense, but they both rejected the idea as leaving him in control, when the whole point was to remove all his control and transfer it to her. Moreover, the spanking described on the DWC website were supposed to hurt! Therefore, they agreed they would not do anything to turn a real punishment into something Dan could halt as soon as it got tough. They also agreed in advance that while they were trying to establish these new patterns of authority and behavior, she would err on the side of severity, exercising her spanking authority often, long and hard. Throughout the discussions, they were both embarrassed but tried their hardest to approach the situation seriously and thoughtfully. Recognizing that what they were contemplating was a major, major change in their relationship.
"So, where do we do from here? Wait until I break a rule and then you well tell me that I am going to be spanked?" Dan asked, a hopeful note in his voice. But, Terry knew that because this was such a huge change they were contemplating, either one of them could get cold feet. And, as she had thought about the change they were contemplating, thought all day about what it would feel like to really take control over her sometimes overbearing husband, she had realized how much she really, truly wanted to give this a try. She was not about to let the chance to take some control slip away. And, it was not like Dan did not have one coming. His behavior had been bad for weeks because of the stress of a major new work project. As she played back some of that behavior in her mind, she had little problem ushering in this new era in their relationship.
“Go upstairs, take off all your clothes, and wait for me on the bed. Take the hairbrush with you. I'll be there shortly.”
Dan's heart skipped a beat for the second time that day. But, almost against his will, he found himself getting up slowly from the kitchen table, his hands trembling as he reached for the hairbrush, which she had placed on the table as they set out the new rules by which he would be governed from this point forward. He climbed the stairs one by one, then walked slowly up to the bedroom, his heart pounding, the butterflies in his stomach feeling more like a flock of angry birds. He disrobed quickly, his hands shaking so hard it was difficult to unbutton his pants. He sat on the bed, waves of fear washing over him, dreading what might come, on the edge of backing out of the whole thing, but holding onto a slim, hidden hope that her resolve would crumble first. The hope grew slightly as the minutes plodded on. By the time he heard her hand turn the knob of the bedroom door, he was a nervous wreck and, unfortunately, the look in his wife's usually easygoing eyes left no room for doubt that he had every reason to fear. Her stern countenance said in no uncertain words that he was in for much more than he had bargained for.
With an uncharacteristic firmness, Terry instructed Dan to stand up, her eyes dancing with amusement as she fondled his dumbly aroused penis, chuckling confidently, “I have a feeling you aren't going to be quite so excited after I get through with you.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and instructed him to lay across her lap. He did so only after a long pause, and then awkwardly, on the verge of begging her to call the whole thing off. But, for perhaps the first time in their marriage, he did as she commanded. After he was settled in, she picked up the hairbrush, and stroked its cool, wooden surface in lazy, gentle circles over his tensed bottom. In a voice brimming with new found confidence, Terry took firm control of their new relationship and her unruly husband. “You have had something like this coming for soooo long, and oh boy are you going to get it. This is going to hurt you far more that it will hurt me.”
With that, she brought the wooden surface of the hairbrush down hard on his bottom. She delivered four blows on each cheek in quick succession. This was nothing like their previous sexy spanking scenes. It hurt like hell and it was everything he could do to stifle a yell. She paused for a brief moment, while he hoped against hope she was backing out. But, unfortunately for Dan, it soon became clear she had only been warming up. She brought the brush down again and again, alternating cheeks and covering every portion of his quickly reddening rump. Hard blows rained down on his bottom. Hard, painful, stinging blows. He lost count around 50, but she went on and on, easily doubling that number. He tried not to struggle, again and again fighting the urge to try to get to his feet. He didn't cry at first, but it hurt so bad. and it just kept going. Finally, when he could take it no more, he cried out, "Terry, please, I've learned my lesson! Please stop! This hurts too much!"
"It hurts? It is supposed to hurt. You said a real spanking is what you wanted. Well, a real spanking is what you are getting. Honey, I'm sorry, but we are just getting started."
With that, Terry brought the brush down harder and harder. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.
Dan tried to "take it like a man," but it was too much. And, it was not just the physical pain. It was the knowledge that his wife was now more than his partner. She had become his disciplinarian. His boss. And, it would be like this from this point on. He has wanted vulnerability, and this was it. As his situation fully sank in, he stopped fighting, yielding to her. Submitting to her control, no matter how painful. And, with that, the tears began to flow. Slowly at first. Then, as the brush descended again and again, he began to truly sob.
Terry was surprised at how little sympathy she felt. He had asked for this. He did have it coming. And, it just felt right. As she finally let him up, she knew this change would be very good for them both. And, as Dan clutched his blazing bottom, he felt strangely at peace inside, like the satisfying exhaustion that follows a long run or a hard workout in the gym. Only deeper. His moist eyes probably conveyed more love and devotion than she had seen in them in a long time. She took him gently in her arms and kissed him, tenderly and lovingly. He felt utterly safe and comfortable in the hands of this amazingly strong, powerful woman that he knew was in there all along. Those same hands that only seconds before had punished his poor bottom until he was crying like a little boy.
He knew nothing would be the same, but he didn't want it to be. He had always loved his wife, but he loved this new powerful version. Even more.
