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I won't go easy on you. You'll suffer for several days. I expect to witness incredible dignity and utter grace, despite your fervent wish to escape your suffering."

OK, hold on. Let’s get our facts straight, and then, let’s make sure we understand each other’s feelings and emotions about what’s going on here. You came home from the bank and I asked about the receipts. Would you agree with that?” I could not help but feel sorry for the unknown person who provided my sister-in-law with the experience to master the application of paddle and strap, but I had very little doubt whose bottom would keep her in practice well into the future. To my surprise, I found this thought strangely comforting. I'll appreciate your corporate apartment tomorrow night when she's beaten me." Anya had granted her its benefit while she leased her own.It was seen as normal to receive the cane if a book or other item, so important to the school system, were forgotten and it My wife began spanking me two years ago. She had asked me twice to wash the dishes. I kept repeating: “In a minute dear,” but kept loafing in bed reading sports magazines. Finally, my wife silently entered the bedroom in her soft flowery nightgown and got into bed. As we both nodded off, we began to cuddle. She is so beautiful. I love her hips and her bottom and her auburn eyes. I was almost asleep when I thought she murmured, “There will be a new regime tomorrow morning. We’re going to discuss your not helping enough and then I’m going to discipline you. This woke me up. I wondered if she’d put me over her lovely, maternal lap and spank me. If she did I would be easily overpowered because I’m smaller than her. “But…” I turned to her, but she was fast asleep. Finished in the bathroom, I glanced in the living room as I went to my office to dress. She was still reading the paper, but was dressed now in tight-fitting jeans. I also noticed she had on perfume, as I could smell it as I passed her bathroom. It was a light, and very feminine scent call Lace, and it was one of my favorites. Spankings were common after that first one, ranging from what Lucille referred to as, “a nice little spanking,” applied when she wanted to get my attention, to an all-out and prolonged punishment paddling to correct some willful misbehavior. Always fair, Lucille was also always strict and demanding. Always, that is, until two weeks ago when she suddenly left me, losing a brief but spirited bought with cancer.

Debby and I were new to the DWC lifestyle and had never been to any kind of event. We were excited about attending Aunt Kay’s Weekend Husband Immersion Program but I was also quite nervous about it because I knew that Debby and Aunt Kay had been in communication already. I asked what was going on but Debby would just smile and say “you’ll see”. classes were segregated. The first days are hazy but I remember very well, some of the incidents that happened. On the I now intend to describe a number of incidents involving this Miss Collin which I had to deal with in psychotherapy many focus on, or describe it. This long lasting pain which is still very much present after so many years, must indicate the impact events I can recall feeling that I did not matter and would 'close down'. Also, the violation was always justified by the abuserdescribe here, was a very serious assault on me. This incident happened, probably when I was about twelve years old. I can understand the mechanics of these self-destructive feelings. When I was punished in childhood, I was physically hit. This You can’t,” I cried. “I’d never live it down. My boss would never understand, and my friends would think I was a wimp if they knew Lucille had been spanking me over her knee like a child all these years.” Slowly, I crawled across her lap and was no sooner in position then the paddle landed, hard. And it kept landing hard. This was no ordinary warm up. She meant business and my bottom was on fire after only a few swats. If this was the warm up, I wasn’t looking forward to what was going to happen on the bench. She has a wide variety of paddles, straps, canes and switches from which to choose for the real punishment, and she knows how to use them all. When the alarm sounded the next morning, , I was out of bed and into the shower. I think she was somewhat disappointed that she was not going to get to take me to task again. She needn’t worry, there will be other times and other reasons. If I didn’t see to it with my actions, she would think of something, of that I was sure.

A couple of weeks later Debby told me that Sandra met a man she likes and that they may be coming over some time. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know that Debby is in charge of the discipline in our house and I will be there no matter what. Anya admired the gutsy girl. She understood her. "Be brave. Take your thrashing with grace. I hope it hurts like hell." We’ll see,” Vera said. “Perhaps if you are very, very obedient from now on, I’ll save you that disgrace. Still,” she added, “you can’t be let off scot-free. Fetch me Lucille’s paddle,” she demanded, sternly. “It’s time I got to work.”I began a half-hearted attempt at straightening things up, but I couldn’t get into it, and I ended up sitting mindlessly on the couch in front of the TV for most of the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t anything interesting on, but it didn’t really matter. About once a month we would go antique shopping with the goal of finding a new spanking implement and then we would hurry home to give it a try. Once a spanking was announced I had to strip and remain naked until she decided it was the time and this often meant I was around the house naked for several hours until she decided it was time for my spanking. When I came out of the shower Sandra was gone and Debby gave me a big hug for being the “Greatest Husband” in the world. She thanked me for being there for her friend. The next Monday I could barely sit at my desk at work when flowers came for me. They were from Sandra, the card just said “thank you” and there was a coupon to a day of golf at a good local club. Even though it hurt like mad, it feels great to know that I’m fulfilling my end of the DWC contract of being there at my wife’s discretion. No, I guess you were trying to be nice, to make pleasant conversation. But I didn’t like being grounded for those reasons.”