“For the first year of marriage I had basically a bad attitude. I tended to place my wife underneath a pedestal.” - Woody Allen
Hello all. Welcome back to The Disciplinary Wives Club – Tribute blog. Our weekly on-line gathering of women and men who are in, or would like to be in, a Domestic Discipline relationship of the type advocated by the former Disciplinary Wives Club (archived copy in the “Links I Like” list, below right).
I hope you had a great week. Ours was eventful, at least by our recent standards, on a couple of fronts.
First, we took a little road trip, knocking a couple of national parks off our list.
Nothing too adventurous, as hiking and similar activities one might set out to do in a national park is still beyond my capabilities. But, a piece at a time . . .
And, in any event, it was prime “leaf peeping” season. I love this time of year, although our dry summer apparently meant "this time of year" came faster and is staying shorter than most years.
Second, and more germane to the subject of this blog, we dipped our toes back into DD spanking. Though, in context, it’s probably more accurate to say we dipped our toes back into plain old spanking, as there wasn’t any real discipline involved. It was more about testing the waters or, more specifically, testing my tailbone and its ability to withstand any level of spanking with any instrument. We used a cane, and a tool I recently bought that is sort of like a birch bundle, comprised of three small-diameter canes.
My thought process was that, while canes have never been effective for us, they have the benefit of flexibility and, therefore, might be less prone to re-injuring a still sore tailbone.
The “good” news is it went more or less as anticipated. The birch-like tool did sting a fair amount, and the combination of that tool and the cane did leave more marking than I usually display, which I assume was a function of not being spanked at all for over five months.
But, there wasn’t anything very satisfying about it. Anne was pretty tentative, understandably, given that it was basically a test run to see what my butt could handle. And, because it had that limited purpose, it didn’t feel disciplinary, despite the fact that it was painful and did leave significant marks.
It's probably time to acknowledge that, while I always feel like I should appreciate the cane, given how iconic it is, for whatever reason it doesn't do anything for either of us. Also, the whole scenario emphasized just how core the accountability/consequences element is to me; without it, the act of spanking itself does little or nothing for me.
Still, the fact that the session didn't result in any "bad" pain, means we can start trying to get back to our normal DD routine. I think it’s probably wise to start with the hairbrush before graduating to her bath brush or a paddle, but those are coming for sure.
How do I feel about it? Well, there is an element of timidity and anxiety. This has been the longest pause we’ve taken since starting DD twenty-plus years ago. It feels like starting over, because it kind of is, with all that a "first real spanking" entails.
The anxiety is exacerbated by the fact that I’ve spent almost six months hyper-focused on protecting my injured areas, and it's a significant mental challenge to purposefully create a situation in which pain in that area is the goal.
I also suspect it may take some time to get used to having spanking lingering in the background as a live threat. I don’t feel like I’ve taken advantage of my physical impairments to get away with anything, yet the lack of any prospect of real consequences had more of an impact than I might have foreseen.
I talked about this a little bit a couple of months ago but it didn’t get much response, so I’ll highlight it again. One of the things that has surprised me about this hiatus is the impact on my attitude. More specifically, how the complete absence of DD as even a possibility highlighted just how much DD has affected my attitude and mindset over the last 20+ years.
It’s a hard thing to admit, but in the absence of having someone impose boundaries, I start feeling like, for lack of a better word, a dick. A stressed out, pessimistic, anxiety-prone dick.
It’s not that I’ve been acting like a dick. As I said, I really don’t think I took advantage of this hiatus to act out. Yet, I also think that in the months immediately prior to my accident, Anne had been getting more assertive about things like disrespect, caustic comments, etc. Even if I didn't consciously let loose with more of those attitude-driven behaviors, both of us probably were aware of the problem with DD no longer being a live possibility to address them.
And, regardless of any objective deterioration in behavior, at some point it dawned on me that my attitude and mindset had degenerated and, moreover, that I used to feel like this all the time before DD came into our lives. Over the last six months, I’ve felt annoyed more often, been more prone to saying snotty things (or at least thinking snotty thoughts), and I generally have felt more negative and judgmental.
What dawned on me was that this was my basic mindset before I first discovered The Disciplinary Wives Club and DD. And, while I wasn’t as clear back then as I am now regarding what exactly it was about DD that appealed to me so strongly, I did recognize that there were too many times when my temper or argumentative attitude made me hard to live with. In fact, when I pitched the idea of DD to Anne, one of the main points I made was that it would give her a way to keep my attitude in check by imposing consequences if and when she was the victim of it.
Over the intervening years, I’ve recognized that DD could fix individual instances of a bad attitude. In fact, it could even fix the content reflected in an attitude, such that I could think I was right about something we argued about but, once my pants were down and her bath brush was descending with force, suddenly I could see the legitimacy of her point of view.
I also knew that part of me craved boundaries. What this accident and lengthy recuperation have brought home to me is that, when left entirely to my own devices, the absence of any prospect of a hard spanking for particular bad acts results in a generally worse attitude and mindset. I just plain feel better when someone imposes limits and boundaries on me.
Being spanked for attitude wasn't a part of my teen or early adult experience. Now that I've had this epiphany about the role that our DD relationship plays in keeping my attitude in a good place, I really wonder how life might have been had my parents, or a significant other, put me over their knee not for some specific act or omission but just for being a jerk or copping an attitude. In fact, I believe that lack of discipline when growing up contributed significantly to feeling chronically stressed out in my 20s and 30s. Without external boundaries, I always had to try to control myself and get myself out of trouble, which seemed great when I was a teen but laid down some bad emotional patterns.
So, for me, the maternal attitude reflected in this meme never happened:
And, it wouldn't have had to be a parent doling out discipline for bad attitude. I recall teachers in junior high and high school calling me out for attitude issues. Yet, though corporal punishment was still very much a thing back then, none of them took the next logical step of paddling me until my attitude improved (or until I learned to fake it better). There were a couple of times that I got sent to the principal's office with the expectation (in my mind) that I was going to be paddled, but it didn't actually happen. Again, I wonder how my mindset might have benefited if it had.
But, that’s different from feeling the need for the dynamic itself. What I’m perceiving now is how much, before this accident, I was beginning to feel Anne’s authority--backed up by spankings and spanking threats--as a positive force underlying our whole relationship. Now, I notice it by virtue of its absence, and I notice the weakening of what was a strengthening background of respect and deference.
This realization about the strength of the correlation between DD and the quality of my day-to-day attitude feels profound, not because I wasn’t aware of it in principle but, rather, because the chronically stressed out, negative mindset of my 20s and 30s—which the frustration of my recovery and the lack of DD allowed to creep in again—seemed so distinct that it was almost like that younger version of me was an entirely different person. One who probably could have profited from much stronger discipline much earlier in life.
Several years ago, one of our then-regular female contributors, Marisa, drew this connection between spanking, humbling, and attitude.
“That 'humbling function' allows you to let go of that ego, accept authority and become the (mostly) wonderful, charming and loving men you really are. It frees you to be yourself and that is what we are after. That is also why spanking without the mental and emotional parts of it doesn't really work. The message never gets through because you are not prepared to hear it before you have been humbled. (Parenthetically, I think a man who needs to have his pants taken down by his wife in order to behave should be plenty embarrassed).”
In terms of severity, I don't really know how hard a spanking needs to be in order to result in an "attitude adjustment". It might be that it's more about the consistency of the DD relationship itself and feeling like the boundaries are always there. Maybe it doesn't take a lot as long as it happens at the first sign that an attitude problem is taking root.
Yet, I also think that the cathartic impact of a hard disciplinary spanking plays a key role. As long-time readers know, I've always had a morbid fascination with crying, and I think part of that is it seems like it would be such a profoundly humbling experience, and part of me associates that kind of humbling and surrender with dropping the ego issues that lead to bad mindsets. It's about clearing out the bad stuff to let in the good.
I note that among the DWC fiction stories is one called Attitude Adjustment, in which the wife--while exhibiting a loving/nurturing approach--delivers a hard two-part spanking with a brush and a strap, to cure her husband's moodiness and bad attitude. She doesn't take it easy on him just because the spanking is to correct a bad attitude, versus correcting/punishing bad conduct. To the contrary, when she's tempted to stop, she instead gives him a dozen hard ones with the strap because she knows that he needs it and that, in the end, sitting on a sore bottom for several days will help prevent the bad attitude from returning.
What role does DD play for you with respect to attitude and mindset? If it is an important tool in fixing attitude, is it about temporary moodiness, temper, etc.? Or, have you experienced the more fundamental kind of transformation I’ve been exploring; one in which it feels like after DD became a part of your relationship, your attitude/mindset shifted to such an extent that it was almost a personality change?
I hope you all have a good week.








































