The Move to Discipline - DWC
originally from the Disciplinary Wives' Club
via whatmakesaspanko (deactivated)
About three weeks ago I had a heart to heart discussion with my husband. I told him that after his years of asking me to spank him as part of our sex life I would consider doing so, but not as a prelude to sex. His only spanking would be as a disciplinary measure when I felt he was behaving in an inappropriate manner. If he could agree to this concept I would begin spanking him that evening. He agreed not really knowing what I really had in mind. (I had already found a good spanking tool. It was an old long handled “luffa” brush. The handle is fifteen inches long and the business end is about 3×4 inches. I removed the “luffa” scrub part).
About 9PM that evening we retired to our bedroom and I asked him if he still agreed to my terms. He said yes. We have a large wooden chest at the foot of our bed on which I sat down. I asked him to stand beside me and lower his pants and underwear. I told him to lay across my knees and thighs and once the spanking began he was not to move or attempt to stop his punishment or the spanking would last longer and be much harder. During this first session I gave him about thirty strokes with my brush handle. His rear was bright red and he squirmed a great deal. Once I was finished I asked him to stand beside the bed facing away from me. I left the room and returned in about fifteen minutes. I asked him was he still willing to conform to my spanking requirements. He agreed.
However, the most interesting part took place five days later. I must share this because it really showed me things were turning around. We were at a party on Friday evening. It was at a neighbor’s home about three houses down the block from our home. My husband had one too many drinks and made several off color remarks. In the past I might have been embarassed and said nothing. This time I went to him and told him to excuse himself as we had to go home to get something. He looked at me with a slightly surprised and alarmed look.
When we stepped outside the door I told him he was to go home immediately where I would administer a severe spanking for his boorish behavior.
We went home and I took him to our bedroom. After taking off my jacket I had him lower his pants and underwear and lay across my thighs. I spanked him for ten or fifteen minutes as hard as I could swing that brush. His rear was a bright purple red color and tears streamed down his face. I told him to get dressed as we were going back to the party. He was to be on his very best behavior or the next spanking would be much worse. He stood by my side and never sat down, but was a model husband. I was very proud of him and myself for mastering this situation.
He is more helpful and loving in every way he can be. I have spanked him twice since that fateful night and both times his pain was great, but his demeanor was wonderful.
I want to thank you for opening up this new part of my life.
jbbartram-illu
theartofmadeline
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