“The longer and harder
you spank, the more he will love you for it.” – Aunt Kay
Hello all. Welcome back to the Disciplinary Couples
Club. Our weekly meeting of men and
women who are in, or interested in being in, Domestic Discipline and/or Female
Led (FLR) relationships.
Once again, before we get
started, I would like to extend a specific invitation to any of our female
readers, if they still exist, to move from “lurker” to “commenter” status. We
miss having you around.
I hope you all had a great
week. Mine was okay, though we had relatives
visiting for part of it and Anne had a major social event to plan for and carry
out. By mid-week, we both were pretty
worn out and just looking forward to life getting back to normal. It seems like 2024 is off to a hectic start,
though not necessarily in a bad way.
I also spent a little too
much time on some local political stuff that included a little too much of what
passes for “discussion” in on-line community groups. Last year, I put myself on a “news diet”
after I got a little too obsessed with the Ukraine war and media political
coverage. I started noticing the negative impact it was having on my emotional
health. It may be that 2024 needs to be the year of the social media diet.
Because we were so busy with other
things, I haven’t had a lot of time to focus on a truly new topic for this
week. Now that I’ve outed myself about writing
on the Medium [insert url] platform, however, I’m going to leverage an article
I posted there. I promise not to do this
very often, as I admit it’s more than a little lazy. But, I did really want to introduce that separate
audience to some of the old Disciplinary Wives Club, which is harder now that
the actual site is down. And, in the
course of doing that, I was reminded how much I’ve loved one story in
particular, which was written by one of our semi-regular commenters, “al.” who
also goes by Alan Smith.
So, here’s my little tribute
to his story, which was entitled Even More and appeared in the “Fiction”
section of the DWC website.
I’m reprinting the full story
here with his permission, intermixed with some spanking visuals. Then I’ll talk a little about why it
resonated for me. I won’t include
specific topic questions, so just jump in with any comments you may have. Again, I don’t plan to take this lazy
approach very often.
***
All things considered,
Susan had been quite patient. For a good ten minutes, she had listened to
David’s rantings flow through the telephone in a seemingly incessant stream.
She was not altogether unsympathetic to his frustration. Nevertheless, he was
just being plain grumpy and irritable. And the solution was all too obvious.
“David, stop. This discussion has ended and you are in for a long hard spanking
tonight. Maybe that will give you something else to think about for a while,”
Susan pronounced.
Immediately a bolt of
terror flashed through the pit of David’s gut. A trip over Susan’s knee was not
the stuff of fun and fantasy. He did not want a dose of Susan’s hairbrush. And
he especially did not want one tonight. Already depressed and upset over their
argument, he was definitely “not in the mood” for the thorough bottom
blistering that he knew Susan would deliver.
The immediate change in
David’s tone and attitude was nothing short of remarkable, “Oh, please, Susan,
not that, not tonight. I am really, really sorry. I just got carried away,
that’s all. You know how much I love you. I never meant to upset you. I promise
— not another word about it.” Susan replied softly but unyieldingly, “I know
you love me, David, and you’ll love me even more after I finish spanking you
tonight. I know you don’t think so now, but you will. I love you, too, David,
and you’ll just have to trust me — you need a good sound spanking. It really is
for the best. But I have to get back to work now. So I’ll see you when I get
home, and we’ll take care of it right then and there, and get it out of the
way. Bye now.”
David slowly hung up the
phone and buried his face in his hands, a sinking feeling settling into his
stomach as his bottom began to twitch and tingle involuntarily as he nervously
anticipated his forthcoming ordeal. Soon, David sank into a solemn reverie. He
had only himself to blame. He had been in the wrong, and they both knew it. And
why he had lost control and started with his whining and ranting was
incomprehensible. He had been spanked more than once for that same thing, he
certainly should have known better.
David briefly pondered the
idea that maybe this was the time to give up their disciplinary relationship.
Susan had told him that he could opt out of the arrangement at any time if he
had truly decided it was not for him after all. But she would not go back and
forth with it, playing games. He either wanted to be a disciplined husband, or
he didn’t. She would not leave him over his decision to cancel their contract,
but neither would she remain in a relationship with constant bickering and
arguing. If he did not choose to have her impose discipline on him, he would
have to find a way to become self-disciplined.
And, he had asked for the
relationship, he reflected, as his thoughts drifted back over the past couple
of years.
It had started as play,
with David introducing spanking into their sexual explorations. While spanking
had been a lifelong fantasy for David, Susan had thought it somewhat kinky at
first, but had gradually warmed to the idea. Although they had switched some at
first, it soon became evident that David’s passion was to bottom, and Susan
surprised herself by discovering how much she enjoyed the sense of power and
domination she experienced when playing the top role.
The spankings had remained
light and playful for a time, with Susan giving David relatively brief hand
spankings, and maybe a few swats with a padded ping pong paddle, prior to their
making love. David had experienced little actual pain, mostly a mild sting,
with an occasional zinger thrown in for good measure.
However, David’s real
desire, so he believed, was a real disciplinary spanking, the kind he had read
of so many times in the stories that appeared on the Net. Countless times he
had fantasized about being taken over a woman’s knee, and his bare bottom subjected
to a long and hard paddling with the hairbrush, the kind that would leave his
rear red and blistered, and tears in his eyes.
But David just couldn’t
bring himself to express these secret desires to Susan. He was already
struggling with the idea that he was somehow diminishing his masculinity by
taking the bottom role, even in the mild spanking play they had enjoyed thus
far. To ask her to deliver the kind of disciplinary spanking he so often
fantasized about, and to explain what that entailed, was simply too much for
him.
The fateful event that was
to change all that was so simple it was almost anticlimactic. David found a
website. He was just surfing when he stumbled on “The Disciplinary Wives Club”.
Here he marveled as “Aunt Kay” encouraged wives to take matters “in hand” with
their bad boy husbands, and even included detailed instructions on how to
properly spank their errant spouses. And they were exactly the kind of
spankings he so often fantasized about, perhaps even more so.
He had read with almost
morbid fascination Aunt Kay’s section on techniques, in which she advocated
bare bottom, over the knee spankings, delivered long and hard with the
legendary hairbrush. When hubby was finally let up, she had postulated, his
eyes should be wet with tears, his knees quivering, and his bottom very well
blistered. Her concluding remark had been, “The longer and harder you spank,
the more he will love you for it.”
That final remark haunted
him, touched something deep and dark far down in his soul, as he read the pages
in the site over and over. This was it, he finally admitted to himself, the
realization of his fantasies, to be the disciplined husband of a disciplinary
wife.
Sometime later, Susan
returned from her shopping trip. And David, in a great leap of faith and
courage, managed to smile and say, as casually and light-heartedly as he could
possibly manage, “Susan, come take a look at this website. It looks like it’s
right up your alley.”
Susan glanced over David’s
shoulder to see what he had found, and immediately said, “Wow! What’s this
about?”
She spent an hour or so
seemingly engrossed in the information emanating from the screen, as David
nervously scurried about, putting groceries away, making Susan a cup of coffee,
and generally doing anything he could think of stay busy, trying not to drive
himself insane wondering what she must be thinking.
Finally, Susan turned away
from the screen. She remained silent for a moment, seeming to gather her
thoughts, and then said simply, “Dave, is this what you want?”
Dave hesitated and
considered changing his mind, telling her that he just thought it was “funny”
or “interesting”, considering their spanking play. But, he had come so far to
even show her the site, he couldn’t lie to her now.
Soon he replied, softly,
seriously, “Yes, Susan, I think it is. At least I think I would like to
experience it.”
Susan surprised him with a
smile and a giggle, “Oh good! I was hoping you would say that. Are you ever in
for it the next time you leave the toilet seat up!”
They laughed together, and
with the ice broken, talked for hours about their desires, and the details of
their arrangement. David was able to confess his most secret fantasies, and
Susan was able to admit that their spanking play had sparked something she
didn’t know was in her, a passion for disciplinary dominance.
By dinnertime, they had
typed up a preliminary contract outlining their rules for a disciplinary
relationship and had gone out to their favorite steak house to celebrate their
new arrangement. They had even stopped at the mall on the way home to find Susan
a real wooden hairbrush.
They had no sooner arrived
home than Susan followed David into the bathroom to discover that he had left
the toilet seat up. “Damn it, David,” Susan exclaimed, “we just talked about
you not leaving the seat up this afternoon. You know that was one of the things
we agreed you would be spanked for.”
David stammered, “Sorry, I
just forgot. You know it takes a while to break old habits. But I promise I
won’t forget again.” David really had forgotten to lower the seat, lost in
thought about all that had transpired through the day. And he was nervous. In
spite of all his fantasies, the reality of the contract and the purchase of the
hairbrush was beginning to sink in. He began to wonder if he had made a very
big mistake.
“Well, David, we’re just
going to help you make sure you don’t forget again. It looks like we’ll be
breaking in this hairbrush sooner than I expected. Take off your pants and meet
me at the sofa,” Susan replied curtly.
David gulped, “Don’t you
think I should get one warning, Susan? Don’t you think that would be more
fair?”
“David, you just signed a
contract this afternoon agreeing to no arguments about your discipline, and now
you’re already arguing. You asked for this arrangement, and you’re going to
live up to it. Now, do as I said.” And with that, Susan had turned and walked
away.
David removed his pants
and underwear and followed Susan into the living room, finding her sitting in
the middle of the sofa, hairbrush in hand.
Susan said nothing, but
tapped the brush against her thigh, the signal they had agreed on for him to
lie across her legs.
Remembering that the
contract called for extra punishment for anything other than immediate
compliance to this signal, he quickly laid him across her legs, the sofa
supporting his body. As was suggested in “Aunt Kay’s” spanking tips, she
wrapped her right leg over his two legs to help hold him in place once the
spanking began.
David’s mind briefly
wandered to remember the one time a few weeks later when he had argued about
crossing her knee on command. That had been a serious error. Susan had jumped
up and beat him mercilessly across his bottom and thighs. Grabbing his arm, she
had chased him around in a circle, furiously swinging the paddle against his
bare bottom and thighs, re-enacting that age-old spanking dance. He had finally
managed to drop to the floor and beg for mercy. But Susan had been hardly
merciful. He had still received his longest spanking to date over Susan’s knee,
and after corner time, had been soundly switched for his disobedience. He had
been reduced to sobbing by the time the nasty switch had worked its painful
black magic on him. He would never make that mistake again.
Susan had begun that first
spanking with, “David, I simply will not tolerate you leaving the toilet seat
up. It is thoughtless and inconsiderate. We have already discussed that you
will get a spanking for this, and that is exactly what is going to happen. And
you can believe that you will be remembering this spanking every time you sit
down for a few days to come, and maybe that will help you remember that I have
to sit down on the toilet. Do you understand?”
Susan swung her hairbrush
for the first time. WHACK!! It was only a moderately hard swat, but it was far
different from the mild swats that he had received by hand and occasionally the
padded ping pong paddle. It stung and burned and hurt. The very real pain of
the hairbrush was a shock; David really had no idea of the reality of what he
had so often fantasized about, but with first crack of the hairbrush, reality
became all too clear.
He gasped, “Yes ma’am, I
understand. I promise it will never happen again.” “I hope not, David, because
the very next time you do, you will find yourself right back over my knee
again, and I will have to spank you much harder and longer. Do you understand
that also?”
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Susan alternated cheek to cheek, striking a bit harder this time, finding that
she enjoyed the sense of power she felt. David yelped. The hairbrush stung him
badly. He had no idea that it would really hurt so much. “Yes ma’am, I promise
I understand. I promise I will never ever forget again.”
“Well, we’ll see. I’m sure
you will try to remember after the I get through giving your bottom a good long
blistering.” WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan delivered two to each cheek
in rapid succession. She noted with satisfaction the pink glow that already
beginning to form on David’s rear.
David groaned and buried
his face in the sofa cushion. It hurt so bad. He could never have imagined.
“You really should be
ashamed, David, having to have your bottom spanked like this. You would think a
grown man could remember a simple little thing like leaving the toilet seat
down.”
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan increased both the tempo and
force of the swats, quickly administering four sharp swats to each cheek. His
bottom began to turn a deeper shake of pink. David gasped, yelled, and swore into
the pillow as the paddle burned and tormented his exposed back side. His rear
was stinging badly now and he felt moisture beginning to form in the corners of
his eyes.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan moved lower this time, catching
the underside of his buns with four brisk strokes each. She wanted to make sure
she painted his entire bottom a bright red by the time she finished with him.
If David really wanted to be a disciplined husband, she was going to make very
sure that he knew what he was in for.Tears were forming in David’s eyes now,
while he gasped and moaned as the merciless hairbrush set his ass on fire. He
hoped he wouldn’t cry, but the pain was so overwhelming.
Susan paused for a moment.
She had followed Aunt Kay’s advice to begin with sets of four and then eight
before proceeding to the main spanking, a warm up to make sure the shock didn’t
overwhelm him. David did appear to be over the initial shock. His head was
buried in the pillow and his breathing was heavy. He seemed to have accepted
his fate and given in to the ordeal to come.
So Susan got down to
business, peppering David’s quickly reddening bare bottom with a nonstop rain
of wooden terror. She made certain no spot went unpunished, painting his entire
rear and upper thighs a colorful collage of pink, red, and purple.
David braced himself when
the swats resumed, hoping he could endure the next set without totally losing
his composure. But the terrible hairbrush kept coming, viciously attacking his
tortured bottom. The stinging pain was overpowering, nothing like he had ever
imagined. Somewhere around the twelfth swat of the latest barrage, he finally
gave in and pleaded, “Susan, please stop! I’ve learned my lesson. I swear!”
Susan only replied,
“Stop!? Hon, I’ve only just begun. I’m going to make damn sure you know what
you have coming to you when you don’t listen to me! And I’m going to make sure
you keep on remembering every time you sit down for the next week.” At Susan’s
pronouncement of an extended sentence, David completely lost his composure,
kicking, begging, pleading, and screaming as the paddle continued its
relentless and savage assault on his battered buttocks.
Susan was not at all
sympathetic to David’s plight. She briefly considered that she must have a
natural inclination for this sort of disciplinary dominance. She was definitely
experiencing a sense of satisfaction from the damage she was inflicting upon David’s
now red bottom, as well as his dramatic repentance.
The paddling continued
unabated. Susan worked the hairbrush repeatedly over every square inch of
David’s glowing backside. She alternated cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh, top to
bottom, then delivered several swats to a chosen sweet spot, before moving to
the next.
David was lost to all but
the searing, burning pain of the wood against his skin. He had tried to be
strong and resist it, but it was too much. Finally, he gave into it. Tears
turned to sobs as the paddle continued its seemingly unending dance across his
severely tormented bottom.
And as David began to sob,
Susan decided he had learned what a real spanking was all about. She knew this
had been his fantasy, and she also knew that he was surely shocked by the
reality of what he had asked for. His bottom was a solid red, spotted with
purple bruises. He had kicked and screamed, begged for her to stop, and now was
sobbing openly. Certainly, he must have had no idea of the truth behind his
fantasy.
She completed David’s
ordeal with a dozen swats, the hardest yet, all to the exact center of his
bottom. David’s sobs became gut wrenching, but it was finally over. Slowly he
had recovered, as Susan gently rubbed his bottom, and then taken him into her arms.
He found himself
reflecting warmly on that first spanking, in spite of the awful pain to his
backside. He vividly recalled the soreness he had experienced when sitting for
the next several days. David’s reverie was suddenly interrupted by the clammer
of the telephone. It was Susan calling on her cell phone to let him know that
she would be home shortly and that he should assume the waiting position,
meaning that when she walked through the door he would have to be standing
naked in the corner. It was one of a number of traditions that had been
established during his last two years as a disciplined husband.
David wasted no time
stripping and heading for the corner. She would be home in no time, and he
certainly did not want to earn a switching by not complying to the disciplinary
rules Susan had set. A switching, in addition to whatever spanking he had coming
anyway, had become the expected punishment for failing to follow the rules of
discipline. David hated the switch the worst of all, and Susan knew it. So, she
had reserved it for what she deemed the most serious of offenses, failure to
immediately comply with her disciplinary instructions. If she allowed any slack
with this, she knew he would soon become unmanageable. And she did not allow
any slack at all. She showed absolutely no mercy when she had to use the switch
on him, and David tried his best to make sure she did not have to use it often.
Momentarily Susan came in
the front door and was immediately all business. She removed the hairbrush from
her purse before setting it down.
Susan began, “David, how
many time have you been spanked for ranting, bitching, and whining — five or
six times? Well, obviously you are not getting the message. And I’ve really had
enough of it. So, I’m going to try extra hard to make sure you get the message
today. Just so you know what to expect — you’ll be getting the hairbrush and
the strap. We’ll see if that will get through to you.”
David’s heart sunk,
turning into a pit of fear and terror in his gut. His usual punishment was an
over-the-knee hairbrushing, and occasionally a standup session with the big
paddle or the strap, but, with the very rare exception of a switching for
resistance, he’d never received an over-the-knee spanking and a standup
spanking. The dread of his forthcoming ordeal was nearly overwhelming. It took
all his will power not to argue, but knowing that arguing would add a switching
to his punishment helped him to merely acquiesce and say, “Yes ma’am”.
Susan sat on the couch and
said, “Come here, David.” David walked to stand on her right side, knowing the
drill all too well. Susan looked somewhat irritated and asked, “And what do you
say David?” David gulped and realized he should have asked for his punishment
without prompting. It was another of the rules that Susan had implemented over
time.
He quickly stammered,
“Susan, I am so very sorry for ranting today. I know very well that I should
have controlled myself. Would you please spank me, as long as hard as you think
necessary, to help me learn to behave properly in the future?”
Susan answered simply,
“Very well,” and tapped the brush against her leg. David quickly laid himself
over her knee. Susan promptly repositioned him, wrapping one leg around him.
And Susan immediately went to work, drowning his bare bottom in a veritable deluge
of hard, stinging whacks. Lecturing him the whole time, she paddled his quickly
reddening backside nonstop. As David had asked in the ritual request for his
punishment, she did indeed spank him long and hard, administering perhaps two
hundred cracks of the brush before finally finishing in a fierce volley that
left David heaving and sobbing.
Still sniffling, try to
regain his composure, Susan had led David to the corner. There Susan had
ordered him to stand, hands at his side, and not to dare even think of rubbing
his well blistered bottom.
His reprieve was
short-lived, however, as Susan shortly returned with strap in hand. It was an
old-fashioned razor strap, one that she had found rummaging in through an old
chest in her parents’ attic. It was now kept well-oiled and ready for use.
David had felt its bite a good dozen times before, but never immediately after
a paddling. His bottom was still stinging and burning as Susan ordered him to
assume the position.
David could barely stand
the thought that he would be whipped again so soon after the very thorough
paddling he had just received, but he did not hesitate, not daring to risk a
switching also. So, he bent over the back of the spanking chair, grasping the
seat firmly with both hands.
Susan wasted no time. As
soon as he was bent over, the strap cut through the air and landed terrifyingly
across his upper thighs. David literally screamed in agony.
But Susan showed no
sympathy. Again and again the strap sliced through the air and cut into David’s
already well-spanked bottom. By the time the twentieth stroke landed on his
scourged rear, David was almost incoherent with pain and sobbing vociferously.
His bottom was a jumble of red, black, blue, and purple. Bruises and strap
marks intermingled.
Susan paused there,
briefly wondering if she had perhaps gone too far. But remembering the advice
given to her online by another disciplinary wife — better to err on the side of
severity if you really want to make your point, she told David, “There will be
five more. I want you to remember with each one what this punishment is for. I
expect you to take control of yourself. I do not expect to hear any more of
your ranting, bitching, and whining ever again. If I have to spank you again
for this, God help you. Do you understand?”
David managed, between
sobs, to reply, “Yes ma’am, I understand.” And then Susan delivered her final
five cracks of the strap, each one finding its way across the middle of his
very well-spanked bottom. And when it was over, it was over. The debt was paid,
penance was done. Susan helped David up and held him, gently rubbing his
burning rear. David sobbed, both from pain and emotional release. “That’s ok,”
she whispered, “it’s all done now. I’m sure you’ve learned you lesson well this
time.”
EPILOGUE
After David had recovered
somewhat, they had gone out to their favorite restaurant. And despite some not
inconsiderable discomfort sitting, David found himself in quite a good mood.
The food, drinks, and service were excellent as always at the small steak
house. However, it was so much more than that.
He sipped on his drink,
reflecting. He had just received perhaps the most severe spanking that Susan
had ever given him. Yet, he was content and satisfied. The air was clear. There
had been no arguments or anger. He had misbehaved and Susan had lovingly disciplined
him for it. He had taken his punishment and all was forgiven. It was over and
done with.
He glanced across the
table at Susan with warmth in his heart and a twinkle in his eye, realizing how
much he loved this woman. She was not just his wife, but his lover, best
friend, and soul mate. She did so much for him, took such good care of him, made
him laugh when no one else could. Yet she would not hesitate to turn him over
her knee and blister his bare bottom until he cried like a well-spanked
schoolboy, if she felt his behavior merited it. And suddenly he realized, just
as Susan had predicted, he did love her even more.
***
Here are some thoughts on
why, in my opinion, this story exemplifies some common themes in these
relationships.
It reflects the reality of
how many of these relationships begin.
Many of the DWC fiction
stories began with a fed-up wife imposing the disciplinary relationship on a
reluctant husband. Others reflected a fully-baked DWC relationship, in which
the wife’s authority was already fully established.
Even More was one of the few stories depicting a husband
finding the DWC website, or discovering
a need to take an erotic spanking relationship in a discipline or FLR direction,
followed by the embarrassing and painful aftermath of that discovery. While the
DWC stories in which the wife imposed the relationship on a reluctant
husband were very emotionally powerful to me, the scenario in which the husband
requests the disciplinary was under-represented yet much more true-to-life.
In the story, David has a pre-existing
interest in erotic spanking, but until he discovers the DWC, it’s just a garden-variety
kink. The disciplinary aspect is something different. It’s darker. Deeper. More
disturbing yet also has a morbid attraction that the purely erotic spankings
don’t.
“He had read with almost
morbid fascination Aunt Kay’s section on techniques, in which she advocated
bare bottom, over the knee spankings, delivered long and hard with the
legendary hairbrush. When hubby was finally let up, she had postulated, his
eyes should be wet with tears, his knees quivering, and his bottom very well
blistered. Her concluding remark had been, “The longer and harder you spank,
the more he will love you for it.”
That final remark haunted
him, touched something deep and dark far down in his soul . . .”
That is exactly how that
quote from the DWC hit me. It was “haunting.”
The embarrassment, and
vulnerability, are palpable.
The prospect of tears and a
blistered bottom truly did scare the hell out of me. I couldn’t imagine
experiencing such a thing, yet I couldn’t stop imagining it.
David discovers the DWC,
becomes obsessed, feels compelled to bring it to his wife’s attention — and is
embarrassed to his core the whole time. He presents a light-hearted front, but
inside he’s a bundle of embarrassed nerves.
Even when a husband and wife
have played with erotic spankings, there is something very different, something
much more ego-threatening, about asking for real disciplinary spankings.
It’s not the difference in
severity. It’s the prospect of a transformation in the very power structure of
the relationship. David knows deep down inside that he’s suggesting something
that, if made real, will result in his wife having a new level of control and
authority over him, if only when it comes to discipline.
Although, there is the
line about her finding she had a gift for “disciplinary dominance,” which to me
indicates that from the beginning things were heading in the direction of her taking
more command of the relationship as a whole.
David learns important
truths about himself, and the couple’s overall marital communications go from
good to great.
We who are into these
lifestyles know that it’s very rare that there is a “natural” disciplinary wife
who imposes or even raises the issue. More often, it is the man who has these
deep-seated desires. He brings it up, and the wife goes along with it as an
accommodation. Or, maybe she’s into the kink but taking on the role of a real
disciplinarian isn’t something she’s ever even considered. It’s probably also very often the case that
the couple starts with erotic spanking, but it becomes something more.
David and Susan start
experimenting with erotic spanking, switching at first but then she quickly gravitates
to the top role.
David then discovers the DWC. He’s already feeling a little emasculated by
taking the “bottom” role in their erotic spanking adventures. But, he feels a
compulsion to bring it to her.
She embraces it immediately
with an enthusiasm that goes beyond what I personally experienced when I first
brought the DWC to Anne. She didn’t comment
very much when I first told her about it, in bed, with the lights off, so she
couldn’t see how flushed I was with embarrassment. She took a look at the website the next day
and, while she did agree to try it, I did get the sense she thought the whole
thing was kind of weird. And, although she started delivering very hard
paddlings and strappings very soon after our initial session, it took a lot for
her to start really getting into the superior role in the way Susan immediately
takes to in the story.
There also is an almost
immediate improvement in the couple’s communication, though it seems to have
been pretty good already, and the conversation itself leads to improved
self-awareness. I suspect that is a
hallmark of many genuine DD relationships – if the communication wasn’t already
good, the husband never would have brought it up.
“They laughed together,
and with the ice broken, talked for hours about their desires, and the details
of their arrangement. David was able to confess his most secret fantasies, and
Susan was able to admit that their spanking play had sparked something she
didn’t know was in her, a passion for disciplinary dominance.”
“Be careful what you wish
for. You might get it.”
David works up the courage to
ask for what he thinks he wants. He gets it. For his relationship, it’s great.
For his butt? Not so much.
The first spanking sucks, and
it gets worse from there. Yet, no matter how bad they are in the moment, he
knows he won’t give them up.
“But he would not end it
and they both knew it. Despite his genuine dread of the excruciatingly painful
paddlings he received bare bottom over Susan’s knee, he did not really want to
give them up.”
That’s been my experience. I
never, ever want real spankings, but I have a deep need for them.
That need is both emotional
and practical. Something in David wants the dark, scary aspects of being
subject to his wife’s authority. I feel his emotionally-rooted need.
For me, the need also exists
in the practical sense. There are times,
usually when I’ve gone through an unusually long stretch of uninterrupted good
behavior, that I wonder if I’ve finally “outgrown” it.
Right around the time I have
that thought, I inevitably crash right through the guardrails and end up over Anne’s
knee. I hate it at the time but, the spanking ends just like the story — with
me loving my wife even more.
Thanks for bearing with me and
I hope you enjoy the Even More story if you haven’t read it before.
I hope you have a great week.
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