South Of The Border

Dear Kay,

I live in S. America and am married to a beautiful woman who administers regular spankings whenever she thinks I have misconduct or disobeyed her. Although she has always dominated me orally from the beginning of our relationship, she has just come to spanking one year ago. I think this was the natural consequence of her dominance. She realized that only domination was not sufficient and that a good spanking could make her achieve her objectives more efficiently.

The first time she spanked me was when we went to a party organized by her cousin. I started saying some silly jokes about the stories she was telling to a group of friends. She immediately told me to shut up, in such an authoritative way that everybody was frozen, including me. I didn’t know where to hide. I just tried a silly smile and began talking about something else.

When we left the party she remained in silence till we reached the car. Once inside she told me, with a finger at my face, that I had exceeded her patience and that she would give me a spanking when we got home. Those words had a strange impact on me, a mix of pleasure, since I always secretly wished she would spank me.

After entering our home, she put her bag on the table and went to our bedroom after me. There she took off her high-heeled sandals and, without further advice, started spanking me with the leather sole. She was very furious, and after some swats I could just ask “Please, honey, no more, I’m sorry. Please, stop!” but she just coldn’t stop until her rage had vanished. After having printed a lot of red marks, she told me to take my pants down and lay on her lap, with my bare bottom up. She applied the hardest spanking I have ever had in my life. In 38 years I could never suppose that a spanking in the bare bottom could sting so much.

When she finally finished, she said, still holding the sandal in her hand and pointing it at me, that from now on, things would be different in our relationship. Whenever I misconduct myself or didn’t follow her orders, I could expect a similar treatment. She made it very clear that she would not allow arguments from me and that any disobedience would be punished with a spanking.

That has been our routine. I receive at least two spankings a month, some lights, some very severe, after which I always finish in tears. The “touch of art” in those severe spankings is that she always use the sole of her high-heeled shoes, which is a very sexy component in the ritual, and that I hardly see described in the stories of US residents, which usually use hairbrushes.

I think this is because of the difference between the cultural heritage of United States and us. Here in my country, when we are punished by our mothers in the childhood, a slipper is always used, never a hairbrush. This fact, joined with the sexy appeal that a high-heel adds to every woman, in my point-of-view, is much more exciting to be spanked with shoes than with hairbrushes. Sorry for my bad English.

Carlos

A Loving Spoonful

Dear Aunt Kay:

Last night as we were getting ready to go out to a fund-raiser for our son’s school, a friend called for directions to the soiree. Renee and I were in the kitchen and the kids were shooting baskets in the driveway.

The friend, who talks to Renee frequently, asked a direct question from which I inferred she knew of a problem our son had been having at school. I answered her with a factual statement of what the assistant principal had told me, and my wife’s eyes burned into me for disclosing this. I defensively told Renee what the friend had said and explained that “I thought she knew.”

Renee reached for the heavy wooden spoon and said, “Get off the phone right now. Ask her not to breathe a word of it and get to the bedroom.” I am sure our friend heard every word.

In the bedroom, Renee said very angrily, “We won’t have the house to ourselves tomorrow morning (Sunday is our usual private morning), but we do right now. Get those pants down and get over my knee.”

Well, it didn’t take long, but it was memorable. The spoon fell full force about 25 to 30 times, with continuous scolding about what a big mouth our friend has and how could I be so thoughtless and so forth. She put me in the corner and we were both breathing like we had run a race.

When I went to get dressed a few minutes later, I could see the imprint of the spoon head so clearly I could have counted the exact number of swats I had received. But I didn’t want to do anything except get on with the evening.

And it was a great night. Renee had extirpated her anger completely. I had not even apologized although we both knew I had made a stupid mistake and that going over her knee was the best way to deal with it. There was nothing sexual at all, but love–well, love was all over the place, during the spanking, afterwards and all day today. We both knew that I probably deserved a harder and longer punishment, but we haven’t spoken about it since, even though we have had many private opportunities.

She is really getting accustomed to using this power in a very positive way and there is no “topping from below” going on here. Yes, I still believe (except when I am actually getting it, of course) that she should give stronger doses, but she is strict and she is in charge. I don’t have any choice but to present my bottom when she demands it, and we are definitely past the point of turning back the clock on that. I still want your help if she calls you, and I am grateful to you for your leadership in this important arena.

Most respectfully,

Marvin

Note to Marvin

I can surely understand Renee’s response in that situation. My hubby also got one of his “most memorable” spankings for unbecoming behavior in front of friends.

Aunt Kay

Happy Spanking

Dear Aunt Kay

I won’t bore you with the reasons we got into domestic discipline. I want you and your readers to know how it is at our house. Tim and I work in our own business. There are Times when he requires an attitude ad- justment. Here is how I do this. When the doors are locked, I sit at my desk, Tim stands beside me, I lecture him, and then he is required to bring me the cane, apologize for his behavior, and ask me to punish him. I have him bend over a chair, with bare bottom and proceed to deliver. This session takes about thirty minutes. I must assure you that each stroke is severe, and brings out a big red welt, he is usually crying after a good dozen. I inspect his bottom each morning after one of these spankings, if the welts disappear before three days, I know I wasn’t severe enough.

At least once a month, we arrange to have the house to ourselves for a weekend, or we may go out of town to a hotel. I have told Tim that it is spanking day and he knows what is in store. For these prolonged sessions I have developed a ritual. When I am ready, I have Tim come to me. He will stand in front of me and I begin my lecture. What do I say? It goes like this. “You know Tim that in the last month I have had to spank you three times. I notice that after these spankings, you are very well mannered, so it seems to me that you could benefit from a day devoted to your correction. You are an adult male, but there is a little boy in you that needs to be spanked. Go to the bathroom and bring me my hairbrush.” Tim brings the hairbrush and I have him lay across my lap. I bare his bottom and proceed with the brush, making sure that each cheek is crimson red. I use moderate strokes, but lots of them. the hairbrush lasts as long as my arm can endure.

Tim may or may not be brought to tears by the hairbrush, but the day has only started. He will thank me for the use of the hairbrush. We then will likely have lunch, after which I may read or watch television. Tim, meanwhile is required to bring out the cane and the leather belt I like so much. When I am ready, Tim is required to lay on the bed with a pillow under his stomach. I again bare his bottom and I use the belt. I deliver strokes from midway between his knees to the top of his buns. Tim will beg me to stop, cry, and plead for mercy. I only stop when I need to rest. When I am done his bottom is marked with belt lines that look like tire marks. Tim is always in tears by now. He will apologize to me, thank me for the belting and then we adjourn for our evening meal.

When we first got into spanking, it was at Tim’s insistence. I made it clear that spanking was for punishment only and not a prelude to sex. (Although great sex has been a welcome side effect).

Happy spanking,

Cindy

Big Boys DO Cry

Hello, Aunt Kay

First, let me congratulate you on a wondeful web site! An attractive background, pretty flowers, pleasant music – a wonderful setting for a discussion of corporal punishment for naughty husbands!

It was so good to find a site that offered a pleasant, homely atmosphere rather than the harsh dungeon environment. We were very glad to find there are other couples involved in similar activities to ours. We have looked at the leather and whips scene, but it is not for us. It lacks the vital compassion and love that we consider so important for domestic punishment. What happens in this house is good old-fashioned, over the knee spanking. It is the only position we ever use, and the only implement we have found necessary is a strap. My wife Fiona has punished me a number of times this way over the last 4-5 years, and I must admit I have deserved every bit of it.

Here is what she does:

She takes the strap from our wardrobe, and sits on the stool by her dressing table. Fiona gives me a good scolding, and finishes by pulling down my trousers and underpants. She puts me over her knee and gives me a few sharp whacks with the strap, which stings like crazy and makes me gasp. There is a pause, then more whacks. This continues for a while, with frequent scolding, until my rear end is sore and burning. Then I have to stand up and take all my clothes off, and put myself back over her knee for the ‘proper’ spanking to begin.

There is nothing subtle about the use of the strap from this point onwards. It is not a game, I am genuinely punished and there are no more pauses. I take my spanking as best I can, usually promising to be good in future and pleading for her not to smack so hard. Of course this makes no difference, and the spanking goes on and on and on until my bottom and upper thighs are seriously red.

And that is when we approach my limit. There comes a point, as all well-spanked husbands should know, when it all becomes too much. The fire in my backside rages out of control, and I know I can’t take much more. My pleading and promising becomes garbled and desperate, tears start flowing and I beg her to stop. At that point I will do anything, absolutely *anything* to bring the punishment to an end. I cannot possibly take even one more lick from that strap.

And of course, the punishment does not stop at all. My wife is well aware of what is happening to me, and just keeps on smacking because she knows I deserve what happens next. We both know I deserve it. I close my eyes and burst into tears like a little boy, and my words all run together into a meaningless bawl as I honestly learn my lesson. How many smacks I get from this point onwards is entirely up to my wife, who is firm but fair. A dozen is usual, but I may get more or less depending on my recent behaviour. Every smack she gives me opens a new world of fire and pain in my bottom, and I just surrender to her punishment and cry my heart out.

I continue to cry for some time after the spanking has finished. Fiona keeps me over her knee, and when I am able to hold a conversation again she asks if I have anything to say. I pour out all manner of promises, telling her how I will be a good boy from now on, and that I am very sorry, and begging her not to spank me any more. And I mean every word of it. I usually spend a good while laying on the bed afterwards, face down, feeling the raging fire continue to blaze all across my backside. It continues for a long, long time.

You know the classic line about “having to sleep on your stomach” after a hard spanking? It is perfectly true.

Tim & Fiona

Additional note from Fiona:

Dear Aunt Kay,

I was amazed when Tim called me to look at your page, I thought we were the only ones who used *genuine* punishment as part of our marriage. When he said he wanted to describe his spankings to you, I didn’t think he was serious – you should have seen his face when he saw it this morning! I laughed and gave him a big hug, he is very proud now.

I honestly do believe that most men are still just naughty boys, they may have grown up physically but their behaviour has not changed since they were in school. I don’t have to punish Tim often but when I do, I see myself as his mother rather than his wife. Being put over my knee is obviously not something he takes lightly, but we both know it is done for his own good.

What a difference it would make if responsible women were running this world, instead of spoilt bratty little boys!

Hanky Panky … Nothing Like a Good Spanky

Dear Aunt Kay,

I must thank you again. If I had not found your page then we would be further into our..”rut”. The idea of explaining to Linnea what I wanted and deserved, was scary. Both of us came from families where we did not discuss much of anything let alone…spanking desires. In addition to getting spanked-and whipped with the willow branch, Linnea has used the crop and an old thick belt (from an Amish saddle maker in Ohio, my native State).

I used to think I was tough-but after about 4 or 5 spanks or whips I am yelling and feeling the pain, then the remaining spanks leave me feeling like I do not want more-just wanting the punishment to be over. Funny but sooner or later I -Do- want more! Linnea says that she is going to figure a way to let me have some discipline out in the garage while the kids are at home, I think soon I will be soundproofing this, and I am sure that she plans on increasing the pay-load(pain load) of the sessions…any milder sessions we have had have proven to wear off-in an attitude way-soon afterwards, except for the couple of slightly more severe sessions.

Linnea is as shy and quiet as can be but has taken a liking to the role of Fem-Dom, this in turn has transposed over into our sex play, she becoming quite sexy and not at all bashful or prudent in exploring ways to..do many of the things that before your page and DWC Club were not possible.

Before, I was planning to possibly go through with my wayward intention of playing around (finding someone who would spank me) . I never had before but I figured…what the heck? But, having my own matriarchal wonder who is not afraid to put me over her knee leaves me feeling loved and willing to be devoted to my sexy dominant lady. Do all men really want this? If they don’t I think they are missing the whole point of marriage and the true role of women.

We both will want to post to the Sanctuary-soon.

Hank (Linneas devoted husband from central Texas)

Making Your Mark

Dear Kay,

I am an attractive, masculine, well-educated male in my late forties. I am married to a very attractive and mature woman who is a few years older than myself. My wife believes very deeply in the value and need of corporal punishment within our marriage and, as such, I have consistently experience spankings from her. Although I most always find these spankings to be very difficult and very painful to receive, I am also deeply grateful for them. I have no doubt that these spankings have made me a better person. They have helped me to grow and to become much more aware of my own faults and shortcomings, of which I have many.

Like yourself, my wife believes in bare bottomed spankings and everything that I am wearing comes off prior to punishment. I am then placed over her lap and a thick wooden hair brush is used. These spankings hurt a great deal. This is the hardest part for me, the amount of pain involved. My wife believes in strict, prolonged and extremely painful spankings. I have cried more than once during discipline, something which I do not easily do. Finally, I have often wished there was some other easier way for me to be made aware of my faults and to grow as a person. But, when I am totally honest with myself, I know that there is no “easier way” and that spankings are a necessary and essential part of our marriage.

Thanks again for your wonderful web site. It helps to know that other males are also experiencing punishment within their marriages. Please feel free to publish this if you like.

Yours,

Mark

How’d You Get So Normal?

Dear Aunt Kay,

Paddlings are pretty noisy affairs and the hotel room is really no place for them when you are on the road. I understand that the cane is a better traveling instrument and perhaps I should get one for her next time. But anyhow, I was digging in one of the suitcases and noticed she had brought the Irish paddle this last time? Uk, better stay in line, Scotty – but I was en vacciones (on vacation) so of course I didn’t. We were hiking around in the mountains when we came across some historical marker?

“What does it say?” SHE asked.

“It says that this is where the ancient Indian women used to take their husbands for spankings when they drank too much,” I joked. “BS! ” she laughed, “but not a bad idea.”
Uh oh – I had been sentenced…

We were going back down the mountain when SHE found an isolated turn off. We pulled over and SHE dug out the Irish paddle and stuffed it in her purse. We then hiked up the trail with me feeling the usual tingly anticipation and dread. We found a place overlooking the parking lot so as to keep track of any unwanted intrusions. SHE then sat down on a boulder and pulled the blue leather from her purse.

“Come on big boy!” she ordered.
I pulled my pants to my knees and nestled into her lap. “Smack! Smack! Smack!” the sound echoed through the canyon.
A hawk swung madly about to the East against the blue vault of a sky and somewhere the Indian spirits were laughing.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!” SHE went into punishment mode and I knew I deserved it-how could something this humiliating and ridiculous bring such ecstasy? Nature knows.

About the 20th spank I just let loose and let her have her way. She was expertly swinging away like Billie Jean King spanking every square inch of my magnificent butt. She then started spanking those sensitive inner areas normally hidden during the tensed up, earlier parts of the punishment. I did not protest-total surrender and my knuckles and toes ground into the sand.
Yeah I’d been bad…

“Swack! Swack! Swack!” the Irish paddle spoke.
I was no longer enjoying the spanking but too bad-SHE was…it is a fine line but the bottom line is that SHE gets total control during a spanking session and can take it all wherever SHE sees fit.
“KERACK! KERACK! KERACK!” SHE ratcheted up the intensity and I fought to maintain position and composure-this was the test.
“So (CRACK!) are you (CRACK!) done with all this (CRACK!!) yahoo business? (CRACK!!!)”
“YES!!!”
“Let’s (SPAT!!) hope so (SPAT!!!)….”
“Crack! Crack! Crack!” the leather sang on and I gasped and groaned but took the medicine-her show and SHE demands a free hand in these things.
When it was over she had me stand up and bend over so as to inspect her handiwork. SHE is getting pretty scientific about spanking me and it does seem that no matter how severe it all seems at the time I am fully recovered within a day or two. Well this time was two…
She paddled me one more time during the adventure and that was on an isolated stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. Like the pioneers of old, SHE just pulled over, marched me out into the bush and had me drop trousers and grab ankles. I guess keeping me in line is a never ending struggle and it does not take time off for vacation.

“How did you end up so normal when the rest of your family is so out there?” a friend of mine asked shortly after we got back.
Maybe someday I will tell him.

It’s all in the roll of the dice

Dear Auntie Kay,

I first mailed you over a year ago, unsure and very nervous. I had discovered your site some time before I first mailed you, and what it portrayed certainly attracted me. And soon after I mailed you, and you replied, my lady, the love of my life (she is called Liz), saw your site too and was enthralled.

You asked in your initial reply to keep you informed, and if you will forgive the delay, I hope you will consider my story another success, another male changed for the better.

I ordered a paddle, one that Liz picked out, and a lifestyle kit, and these arrived surprisingly quickly. It took a while to set the boundaries, and we never actually filled out the contract (and we have yet to tie the knot, strangely, that is something which has not been discussed for months. I like to think our relationship has been strengthened to the point that a formal tying of the knot is no longer necessary. We`ll see), but we got there in the end. The rules are most definitely in place, and let me say how wonderful it is to be controlled by a strong and intelligent lady, and above all, a very fair lady.

To be honest, it is not the full DWC lifestyle, its about half way there (I like to think I would have been willing to go all the way, but Liz did not make that choice necessary, although read on and you will see that she has her little refinements). Her rules are not particularly onerous in terms of domestic chores and behaviour, but they are strictly enforced. Whenever she decides I have been naughty, or have transgressed, she puts me across her knee (and sometimes, I think she does it to work out her frustrations at somebody or something else. But she is in charge, and she does not have to explain to me the reason). Trousers down, but she lets me keep my pants up. She uses her hand and gives me between 25 and 50 slaps. She smacks hard, and I certainly know about it afterwards. Its embarrassing too, particularly if she makes me stand in the corner afterwards. But this is not enough to have changed me.

Liz is certainly aware of this too, and there is one little refinement she insisted on. Her reasoning – formidable female logic – is that if it is all just a game, then something of the essence will be missing. Her little refinement, the wildcard, is a set of dice. When its spanking time, she gets the dice out, and if it is a pair of sixes, its for real! Paddle, bare behind, the lot.

It doesn`t happen that often, (I`m glad to say!) but it is enough to keep me on my toes. And how right you are. Nothing, but nothing, could have prepared me for that first real spanking, and I know she could have smacked harder. To be honest, it did make me seriously reconsider the whole lifestyle, and do you know what it is that kept me on line. It was the look in Liz`s eye afterwards. She obviously knew what I was thinking, and what I saw was not mocking, not pity, not (for want of a better word) triumph. It was a look in her eyes that said “so its just a game to you after all”. It made me realize that up to then it essentially had been.

That was about six months ago, and I`ve had three “double sixes” since. Its not something I think I will ever get used to and it is pretty awful, but the benefits to our relationship have been enormous. Liz still has to maintain discipline, but seldom for petty reasons (I do have my lapses though). We no longer argue (I wouldn`t dare!). I hope this does not appear too strange, but I am now subject to law. Liz`s law, woman`s law, and while nobody seeing me (or us) outside would ever realize it, I am subject to Liz`s law 24 hours a day. She just knows if I`ve transgressed, and acts accordingly.

But it has also brought out her gentle side, a side of her I thought I knew but didn`t. Its not something I could describe easily, but her true gentle side is wonderful. I suppose its because my puerile and childish side is no longer there.

Thank you, most sincerely.

Gerald (UK)

2/7/01 Dear Aunty Kay,

Thanks for the reply and I am not a little relieved at your charming reply, because I was not sure how it would go down. I waited so long to reply because, like I`m sure all novice couples, it was not initially clear how things would turn out, and I only wanted to report success. Had things petered out, I`m sure anything I had reported to you would have simply reflected my biases, and as such would not have been particularly instructive. But Liz has imposed rules which I am only now beginning to appreciate. I am starting to see the world through a woman`s eyes, understanding the behavior a woman finds acceptable and what a woman does not, particularly in how I relate to her. What most women simply put up with or accommodate, the DWC woman does not. And after the initial shock (I`m not going to insult your intelligence by pretending otherwise) and trepidation of a lady in charge, its something I would recommend to any man, really!

The dice though, were a stroke of genius. I would never have thought of them in a million years. They provide that element of fear without which no punishment can be real, by making severe punishment a real possibility. It stopped it becoming simply an erotic fantasy of mine. Don’t get me wrong, Liz is an expert spanker (she`s had plenty of opportunity to hone her skills over the last year!) and after a session across her knee, its a few hours before I can sit down again. But despite the pain, I cannot suppress strong erotic feelings. I`m sorry, I just can`t (believe me, I try).

Liz, for her part, selected the paddle, but when it arrived, and we started out, she could not bring herself to wield it in the way a true DWC woman should. It was not what I expected, and I would be interested to know if this is an experience of other DWC women at the start. One bit of advice she did follow though was in enjoying herself. While she could not, at first bring herself to really thrash me with the paddle, she is a healthy, red blooded woman, and she thoroughly enjoys spanking me with her hand.

I was rather enjoying it too, and she realized that something had to be done. That’s when she thought of the dice (it took about two months. She suggested other options, one of which that she be a DWC woman for one day a week, or every other day, but it was obvious that this would have turned it into even more of a game). I accepted this, because, as she knew it would, it appealed to the gambler in me (and in all men). A pair of sixes, I thought. 1 in 36, so what. How wrong I was!

That first real spanking was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. It was almost two days before I was comfortable sitting down again, and I don’t mind admitting I was in tears and crying like a little kid for her to stop. She didn’t, and I know she was uncomfortable doing it for the first time, and that’s when I realized the steel in her, when I saw for myself the true power of a woman. And I was surprised at how strong she can be. I must be about 60lb heavier than her, but she held me in place despite my struggling. I’ve never felt so embarrassed in my life, and I’ve never felt so truly naked in front of anybody before. It was a Wednesday that first session, and the next two days at work were not particularly comfortable. I don’t know if colleagues noticed that I was finding any excuse I could to stay on my feet, but I was in agony and it was difficult keeping my mind in my work. From that moment on, things changed. Liz was the boss, absolutely, and the last vestiges of my old self, if I can put it like that, disappeared. In hindsight, its like boot camp. Being broken down and then built up again, built up into something better. That’s what Liz has done to me, and I love her tenfold more for doing it.

And what else she has done (since that memorable evening, and now that she is confidently and totally in charge) is to inject her DWC activities with a touch of humour. We keep our DWC lifestyle to ourselves, but that does not prevent Liz from airing a few little in jokes. A couple of her female friends (she never does this in front of male acquaintances, because they would all assume that it was about sex) have heard her jokingly mention a “double six” to me. Perhaps they assume its some sort of sexual position, but they would be amazed if they knew what it really meant.

And one of her little jokes I must let you in on. Yours is not the only site that deals with dominant ladies, as you are well aware, but I think its fair to say that most of these others do not deal with the lifestyle aspects as completely as you do. There was an image in the gallery a few months ago that caught Liz`s eye so she installed it as the wallpaper on my PC as “a little reminder”, with strict instructions not to remove it. Its an image that both frightens and excites me. Because the faces cannot be seen, its very easy to imagine that it is a picture of Liz spanking me. And there have been occasions when I have had friend round working on my PC (impossible to avoid sometimes) when I have had a bit of explaining to do. With male colleagues, I can laugh it off, after all, it is a common enough fantasy, but one of these days I`m sure one of my visitors is going to be a woman. If that happens, I may have to risk Liz`s wrath!

Its so nice to talk openly at last, and to feel confident enough to do so, and I have a lot to thank you for. If you can, and are willing, please make my email available to others, I would enjoy sharing experiences.

Yours, with very best wishes

Gerald (and Liz. She didn’t help me compose this, but she is with me in spirit).

An Ear Pulling

Hello Aunt Kay,

I wish to share the transformation in my marriage with my lovely young wife ever since she showed me the DWC website four months back. I would like to inform the readers that both me and my wife are from northern India and are settled in California.

We have been married for three years now and I have very much been the person who has been dominant in our marriage. My wife is a shy housewife who enjoys having fun but till recently, in traditional ways. One evening, she made me read some of the DWC stories aloud and giggled and teased me saying that she was thinking of using DWC techniques on me if I did not ‘behave’. I thought she was just being funny and avoided the topic little knowing that she meant what she said…

Life went on normally for the next few days until we had a fight regarding some expenses she made that I did not approve of. In my anger I told her that she was completely useless and spent all day sleeping at home while I worked hard to earn money. I knew this was not true but I said it all the same in the heat of the moment. I felt guilty for a moment but I thought she would not take it to heart.

Over the next week, we were hardly on speaking terms and even though I tried to start a conversation with her, she did not respond. This was not normal as she was the one who would always try to make up till then whenever we had a fight like a good traditional Indian wife. Finally after a week I could bear it no more and asked her what I would have to do to end the tension between us.

She said that she had been deeply hurt by my insult the week before. I tried to laugh it off saying that I did not really mean it and that I was sorry. My cocky attitude was making her angry though, and I could see that she was not satisfied. She told me that I would have to agree to be punished by her if I wanted to be forgiven this time; otherwise she would leave me and go back to India. I panicked at this threat of hers and agreed to be punished.

She then laid out the rules for my punishment in true DWC style. She said I was to accept any punishment however humiliating it might be, and not try to wriggle my way out of it. I had no option but to agree.

She sat down in her chair in the middle of the room and ordered me to strip completely in front of her. She then asked me to go and fetch her hairbrush from the drawer and give it to her. I knew that she was going to spank me but she did not start right away. Instead she ordered me to pull my ears and stand on one leg in front of her. I should point out that being made to pull one’s own ears is the most humiliating punishment in India (like being made to stand in the corner here). I felt ashamed and I could sense her power increasing as she teased and laughed at me for standing in that shameful posture before her. She scolded me for my attitude for a few minutes (while I struggled to keep my balance on one leg and all this while, holding my left ear with my right hand and the right ear with my left hand as she demanded) and told me that she was going to teach me a lesson.

She told me to accept my mistake and apologize to her and I begged humbly for forgiveness. Though humbled, I felt that I was being punished legitimately and this was the best way to atone for my mistake and satisfy her.

She ordered that as penance, I must now pull my ears and perform one hundred sit-ups in front of her. She wanted me to say “Sorry dear, please forgive me. I promise never to make this mistake again” as I did each sit-up.

This punishment is commonly given to naughty boys at school in India and she said I had behaved like one. I swallowed what was left of my pride and began to perform situs apologizing all the time. She smiled mischievously at my plight, and said that she was beginning to enjoy the evening. After I had completed my punishment, she asked me to bend over. She then spanked me fifty times as hard as she could with her hairbrush scolding me all the time. I was in tears by now and begged her to stop.

She said she would, but only after she felt I was truly repentant. She commanded me go to the corner, turn around, pull my ears and kneel in front of her, and stay in that position for a couple of hours and think about what I had done. She went about doing some housework as I stayed obediently in the corner in the position she had decreed.

Afterwards, she told me that my punishment was over and that she had forgiven me. She smiled and embraced me and I felt relieved that she was no longer angry at me. I felt that my position of dominance had been eroded and my young, innocent wife had assumed control. She uses these methods to discipline me regularly since that night. It has definitely made me more caring and respectful towards her.