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a husband tels about a time his future wife was spanked by her parents while on break.
I Am Brent. I am a pastor of a smal church in a rural area. I am maried to a beuitifull and wonderful women named Jennifer. We have a son and two daughters.
We had both come from sctrict fundamental Baptist background. Our families were old fashioned and traditional. They had a lot of rules. They were no big deal. That was all that we knew. We were trained in that system.
We did not meet eachother until college. We lived in different sates although we were both from the general region. Our dads were both pastors. Our moms were both home makers. We had had similer backgrounds.
I met jenny at college. We attended a independent fundamental Baptist college. It was an old fashoned and strict school. It was a relatively new school. It was not where my parents went to. That school had moderated there views and was watered down its views. My dad no longer saw it as viable for fundimental believers. We decided on this school.
I loved the school. I loved my time there. Jen was a freshman when i was a soohmore. I was a pastoral major. I was studying to be a pastor. I had trained under my dad at his church in preparation for future ministry.
Jenny was shy and qiet. She was sweet . she had been home scholed. She did not have a lot of interaction with people her age. She especially had little to no interaction with those of the opposite gender.
I barely noticed her at first. Her roomate was part of my group of friends. Her roomate wanted to get her out of her shell and get her more involved in the school beyond just the academic part of the college. She reluctently tagged along at first but eventually became a full fledged member of our group.
My intetrection with her was only within the group. It was limited. There was no real personal interaction between us. Over time that changed. On a trip to a nesrby mall we hung out. We started laughing. There was chemistry between us.
Soon the group interactions emerged into personal interactions. We even started hanging out without the group. We hung out together more and more.
After a while i ask her if she was interested in a more permanent relationship. She said that she was. I got permission from the school and her parents to date her.
I purposed marriage to her just before her jr and my senior year. She said yes. I went into my senior year engaged. We were an engaged couple.
During our first vacation, her family invited me to stay with them. I was excited to spend time with her family. The vacation was going realy well. It was a really relaxing week. There was a hiccup however.
During the halfway point of the vacation, jenny got cranky. The usuaky perky bubly girl woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She had been sour all day. I figured she was just tired. It was a hetic week. She just seemed to get more grumpy.
Her parents tried to excuse it at first. She had gone from ornery to a stic in the mud to just plane meen. Her parents tried to be patient but there patience wore thin. They were pushed to there limits and beyond. After a while they had hsd ebough. They were going to deal with it. They decided to nip it in the bud once and for all. Before it got worse.
“Ok. Young lady. Enough. We have tolerated your misbehaving long enough. ” her dad said. This was realy awkward. I always got uncomfortable being around when a friends was disciplined. This was the first time my fiancée was disciplined in front of me.
“Get up right now young lady ” her mom said. Jenny later told me that usualy the mom disiplined the girls and dad disiplined the boys. I figurd they would take her into her room or someplace private. That did not happen.
“Should i leave “i asked. Her dad thanked me for my concerned but told me that was not necessary. She had wronged me as well..
Her mom told her to drop her skirt. She tugged on her skirt and let it fall to her barefeet. She was not wearing shoes. At no time did she protest. She took her punishment. She snapped out of it the minute she was rebuked. She accepted her punishment and did not try to fight it.
Though i was not pleased with how she acted, i was impressed with how she dealt with rebuke. She was told to take off her half slip and panties. She took them off.
I never saw her pussey. I did see her naked but. Jen later explained that nudity or partial nudity during punishment is depicted in the bible. This was not sexual nudity.
John r rice in his books the home mentioned a mother spanking her daughter on her wedding day. Jen’s family believe that she is under her aurhority until the weding. I had not heard that but it made sense.
She got on her moms lap. Shw spanked her. She started off lughtly. Each swat were more intense then the last . She screamed and cried. After she was alowed to put her cloths back on. Her but was red. She huged her parents and apologized. She apologized to me as well.
The rest of the week went great. It was forgotten. I graduated and interned at a church. She finished her senior year. I accepted an assistant pastor ship. We maried shortly after she graduated. Eventually i was called to be a senior pastor.
We agreed to set up rules. I did spank her on occasion. We are a happy couple.
The author does not endorse the activities depicted in this srory. The author does not recommend them.
a husbend comes up with a contract after a series of disagreements.
Kayla and ben were both from a strict conservitive Christian family. Both sets of families were involved in ministry or active in the church in a lay compacity. They were active.
Kayla and ben knew eachother sense they were both little. They hung out when they were young. Sonetimes willingly, sometimes not. They went in and out of being friends. They liked eachother for the most part.no one was too surprised when they decided to date.
He went off to college. She had one more year of high school. They decided to break up. He dated someone else. She had considered going to his college but after they broke up, she went to a different college.
Despite the fact that they appeared to go there own seperate ways,they would end up together. Over the summer they worked together at the church. They decided to date again. She transferred to the school he attended.
After he graduated, he perposed to her..she accepted. They worked on planing the weding while she worked to complete her schooling. He attended her graduation.
A few mounths after they graduated they were maried. They got maried at the church they had both attended most of there lives.
Soon they learn that though there theology and life philosophy were virtually the same, they had differences. They had ways of doung things and those differentces caused conflicts.
Ben was super organized. He had a sysrom for everything. His sox drawer was always organized. His books were organized according to dewy decimal system. His toiletries was orginized in a sysitom he created. He enforces it. Everything with him had a sysitom. Even his free time followed a paturn. He did not do anything that did not have a syistom. That was how he was.
She was the total opposite. She was a bit of a free sprit. She went by the seat of her pants. She TVroytinly looked before she leaped. She liked cleanliness. She was good at mantaning things. She was not opposed to an orginized chaos.
She was known to borrow his books and never put it back. Other times she would borow a book and put it in the wrong place. She mingled some of her toiletries with his. She tried to sort his lundry and put it away in lackadaisical manor. This drove him bonkers.
This caused a bit of friction. He told her just to put his lundry into a basket. He would sort it out later. She felt that this was under her pervue as a house wife. She would go and short it any ways.this made him a bit perturbed. The friction seemed to increase because of that. It seemed to be doomed to get worse. Both were getting iretated by the other. It threatened there overall marriage.
He decided that something had to ve done. He did some rresearch and learned avout domestic discipline relationship. He decided to sit down with her and develop a syistom that worked for both of them.
He sat her down one day. “I want to put together a list of responsibilities of duties and responsibilities. I want a list of punishments if these are not ment. ” he said.
“Ok. ” she said “lundry , you cleen , put in bin. I orginize. You stay out out of ny sock drawer please. “He said. She took a deep breath. “Ok.”she answered.
“Good. If you use a book return it where you found out. If you forgot check my invintory sheat. ” he instructed. She was not at all surprised that he had categorized everything into a sheat. She agreed to that. She was not a big fan of it but she agreed.
He had a few more rules but nothibg too savere. Then he went over punishments. He had learned everything there was to know about domastic disipline. He explaned it to her.
“Domestic discipline is when a husbend and wife enter into a contract. If the contract is violated,there are repercussions. In dd, the popular punishments are everything from time outs to home work assignments to spankings. I am wiling to reserve spankings as a nuclear option. ” he said.
“Ok. What punishments did you havein mind?” she asked. “Time out chairs, reading and writing assignments and wearing and using diapers! ” he said.
“Really? Do i have to use them ad well as wear them?”she asked.”they are a punishment so yes. ” he answered. “Peing and pooping?” she asked. He answered in the affirmative. She did not like that answer. It was, however,the answer she expected.
“I can agree to that. You drive a hard bergin!” she said.”i know. We do need structure. Our marriage will not wndure without a sound regime in place. There must be clear boundaries that are strictly enforced.” he said. She knew that he was correct. She did agree with his assessment. “Very well” she said.
He had a four page document prepared. He told her to read it thoroughly. He quizzed her on it. He was convinced that she had read and understood the material. He had to sign the papers. It was to acknowledge it and a pledge to abide by it.
“This is binding. If you violate it, you will be punished. You understand ” he said. “Yes i totally do.” he said. “Good. I just wanted to make sure.
The contract actualy worked. Tranquility seemed to be restored to the house. She knew hee duties abd did them. He was stil loving and lovable ben. Things had improved with this syistom. Both were happy with it.
She was hoping to avoid punishment. She was extra careful. So far it had paid off. She had succeeded.
Of course she was doomed to fail at some point. It was inevitable. She was after all human and infallible. She waa distracted while cooking ans burned the spegatie. He had spoken to her about focusing on one task at a time. She knew a punishment was coming. She figueed that it was unavodible.
He told her to come to the bedroom. He told her to take off her skirt and panties. She let the skirt fall to the floor. She pulled down her panties to her feet and pulled it off.
He made it stand with her face towards the wall. She had to stand with perfect posture.she was told to stare at the wall. She had to stand for stand there for ten minutes. He was in a different room.
After ten minutes he returned to the bed room. He took out a diaper. He made her lay down on a matt..he put a diaper on her. He made it wear just her blouse and diaper all night.
She hoped to avoid weting her diaper.she did not drink a lot. He did not make her drink more. He did not want to unduly humiliate her. He did want to prove a point.
She did have to pee. She could not pee her into a diaper. She kept trying but nothing happened. She relaxed her bladder. She pictured letting go. Finaly the urine dripped into her diaper. It felt weird at first. It felt kind of good after a bit. She did not hesitate the next time. She peed multiple times during the night.
He changed her diaper before bed. She wore a fresh diaper to bed.she was told that she would be off of punishment once she woke up in the morning. She was glad of that.
She slept realy well.she slept very soundly. She woke up the next day. She felt refreshed. She realized that her diaper was quite full.
He took her diaper off. They took a shower together. They dried off. She got to put on normal cloths. They hugged. They were close after the punishment was concluded. They had a good day together. They had a good night as well if you get my drift.
She tried to obey the rules. On occasion she got in troublem sometimes she got a warning. Other times she got a pubishment. Things proved to be calm and surene sense the conteact was put in place.
Sometimes she ended up in time out. Other times she was diapered. Someetimes she had to do writing assignments.
He was reluctant to spank her. One day, she was in a fowel move. He tried everything. He put her in time out but he did not work.he tried to cuddle with her. She would not come cuddle with him. She was determined to be in a fowell mood. There was no sign of it decreasing.
He decided that something had to be done. He made her strip totaly naked. She removed her purple blouse. She pulled it off. She took off the denim skirt. She took off her bra and panty.
He pulled her to his knee. He curassed her but and then he swatted it. He kept going until she cried. He kept goung. They hugged. They had sex after.
She was back to herself after that. She waa fine with being spanked. She became pregnant and they had a daughter.
She got in trouble at times. They were a happy couple for the most part.
There was no real reserch done in preparation for this story.it is a work of fiction and fantasy. It was basically pulled out if my bum.
The author does not condone or endorse or recommend any of the things depicted in this post.
a young lady discovers she needs to be spanked. then she comes to love it.
I’M jess. I grew up in a very strict Christian home. We went to a church that outsiders would discribe aa separatist. Even conservative Christian groups might view our church as going too far.
Growing up, i realy did not anything different. To me it seened perfectly right and natural. Many objected to how we did things. Some used the c(cult( word.
The church kept to themselves. We only associated with churches like us. We kind of kept them at arms laungh as well.
We separated from the world and churches we viewed as wordly sbd compromising. In other ways we were a bit lacks. We did not have prohibitions against dancing or telivison or certen secular music. We did probibit goung to secular dances, movie theaters or such. We were against goung to bars but alowed moderate consumption of alcohol. That led to conservitive critism of our church. We were hit on the left and the right.
We were oppossed to public education. We were also oposed to private School and even Christian school. We beleved in home school. We beleved in disipline.
As a child i was spanked. As was my siblings. We had ni clue that it was controversial. I had no idea that some even in the church viwed spanking as a form of abuse. I was a firm belever that to spare the rod was to spoil the child.
I believe that my development pment as an adult and as a Christian can be atributed to my upbringing. This includes being disiplined. That disipline includes being spanked. I have spoken to ny brothers and sisters and they agree with my viws on that. They feel that spanking and the other disiplines helped there gowth and development as people, citizens and Christians.
As i entered adulthood i was not really spanked. Our church does not put limits on when an offspring could be spanked. They beleve a daughter is under the parents until they marry. I was single at the time and living at home. I was not spanked.
Was it because i no longer needed to be spanked or was i becoming a better sinner? Was i learning how to comit white collar sins? Things that were not as easily detected. Thought crimes perhaps. I would not bring that up. Perhaps it had just been a kind of peeinoia. Perhaps it was unfounded condemnation that had no bases in reality. I felt dirty. I felt like i needed a spanking. I was not sure why.
I decided to talk to the pastors wife about it. Dona was a good friend. While the church beleved in male leadership, the younger women looked to older women. Women had unofficial authority over other ladies. The younger lades looked to the older lades for guidance abd advice. Dona was a kind of first lady of the church. She was sweet. Although she was qiet and shy, she had a lot of wisdom. Her asvice was sound and affective.
One day i talked to her about it. I sat down with her over cofee and muffins. “It has been a while sence i was spanked. I feel i am a good citizens. I feel like i need to be spanked. I have not done anything the world, or society or the church would consider bad but j feel off” i told her.
“It is dificult transitioning from adolescence to adulthood. Suddenly you go from no fredom, no autonomy to alnost total fredom abd atonomy. You are mearly trying to short it all out. It is a dificult process for those of us who follow the way. Some chose anarchy. Some leave this way.some go to the denominations for answers. Some go to the world. It is normal for you to feel this way. ” dona told me.
“What do i do?” i asked.”perhaps you should ask your mom for maintenance spanking. Once a day or once a week . They serve as a reninder. ” she said.
I liked the idea. I thought that that might help . i sat down with my mom. I explained to her my feelings ans concerns. I also discussed dona’s suggestion.
“Do you want a spanking hunnie?” my mom asked. I indicated that i did. She agreed to administer a maintenance spanking.
She told me to get over her knee. I wore a white shirt and a black skirt. She hicked up my skirt. She pulled down my nylons and my panties. She caressed my back side. Then she retracted her hand ans gave my buttocksa huge swat. She kept going.
It did not hurt at first. It got more and more intense. I was in pain after. I cried. We hugged. I felt better. I got the maintenance spanking every day. I found them very helpful. They helped make me calm and kept me calm.
From that time until i got married, my mom continued to spank me. I started to change. It made all the difference.
I felt different. It helped me a lott. The church noticed a difference in me. They saw me beccoming more mature. I saw that i was growing up.
Several young man in the church began to want to court me. The church held signle mixers and velitines day events. I interected with various young man at the church.
I went on some dates. Then one stood out above the rest. Andrew’s father was a members of the church elders. His grandfather had been an elder but had steped down but was stil a hournered person in the church. Andrew was a member of the bored of trustees. He had a good reputation in the church.
The two of us started to date more. He was smart, mature, funy and good looking.we dated for a time then entered into a formal courtship in consultation with both sets of parents.
After a court ship, he proposed and i said yes. We were maried that spring.on my wedding day, i had my mom give me one last spanking.
We went to a hotel in a citty in another sate. The wedding night went really really well. I decided that we need to do something about mantinence spanking.
The next day i decided to deal with the issue i consudered ro to be very importent. “I need you to spank me every day!” i said. He was really confused. ” what?” he asked.
“I want to receive maitinence spanking every day in order to stay centered. ” i said.
It took some convincing but i convinced him to spank me. He had me sit on his lap. He pulled up mu night gowan. He was firm in his swats then i expected. .he got more and more firce. We hugged after.
It became a rituel. We did it over the honymoon and also long after we got home. Every morning i got spanked shower then cofee and breakfast.
Over time i found i looked froward to being spanked. Some times i fantasize about being spanked. I was a submissive i guess. I loved to be dominated. Not just anyone but by Andrew.
Andrew was soft spoken. He was even keeled. He was a servant leader. While he was not a blow hard, he was a leader. He was in charge. I loved it.
My last story, we had a new convert who was spanked. I wanted to go though a different path. I wanted to depict some one who grew up in the church who liked spanking.
a new convert to Christianity discovers wife spanking.
I’M kera. I grew up in a non Christian home. It was not un christian,just non christian. My parents did not let me do everything i wanted to do but i got quite a bit of fredom. In retrospect it was mostlikly too much fredom. I did not see that until much later.
I did not have too rereckless an earky adukthood. I did get into some trouble. Nothing too savere though.
I got invited to a Christmas party on campus sponsored by one of those Christian organization that hold events in college campus. I went after i found a leeflet.
I made friends and eventually i got saved. I started attending a strict fundamentalist church. I changed almost everything about my life. My whole life was altered in a way i never could have expected. I thought differently and i lived differently.
I became very close with the church near campus. When i graduated from college i moved back to my home town. The church gave me the name of a like minded church they highly recommend.
I was welcomed with open arms. By the Time i came to this church,i had fuy embraced independent fundamental Baptist thinking. I used to dress imodestly. Not by worlds standerds but in looking back i diffidently think so. Now i dressed in dresses or skirts. I wore nylons and dress shoes.
I was welcomed warmly. I became a member of the church’s core group ,a piller. I soon knew everyone and they knew me.
I was not looking to meet someone. It was the last thing on my mind. Before my conversion i dated alot. I was promiscuous and i lived with guys. Dating and friends with benefits. I took a hiatus from romance so that i could be desipled in my new found faith.
I was not looking for a spouse or even a suutor. There were a few single guys close to my age. I did not really interact with them. As i got closer to the church i interacted with the men in the church. I talked to them more and more. Over time one man stood our from all the rest.
Jack grew up in the church. Both sides of jack’s family had been pastors and missionaries and involved in other miniseries aa well.jack had been to bible college. He taught sunday school and added in the youth group. He had a good reputation in and out the church.
I knew who he was almost from day one. I really gave him no heed. He was just a fellow attender. That was about it. That did not last foever.
I got more and more involved in the church. Jack and i talked more and more. I realized that i should not ignore anyone in the church. Just because you interact with someone of an opposite gender does not mean anything.
I started to talk to him. It was smal talk at first. It eventually grew to a little more substinitive. We eventuality began a friendship. I did not even think of it as a potential romance. I was just not there yet.
After a time,he asked me out for cofee.i was nervous. I realy did not have a reason to say no. I reluctantly said yes. Not because i did not like him but because i was not sure if i was ready for any kind of relationship.
I decided to say yes. Our first outing was amazing. Over an hour seemed like 15 minutes. We ended up going on more outings and then went on actual dates. Then we became ab official couple.
Then he purposed and i said yes. Though i had been a Christian for a few years ,i stil was new especially in the romance department. I had no idea what i was doing. Not a clue.
I decided to do some reserch. I did a search on an internet search engine. I typed in how to be a submisive Christian wife.
One sight recommending submitting to ones husbend. One sight said to be a stay at home house wife and mom. Another sight said to basically almost a servant. Other recommended being mindless and not to have thoughts independent of the husband. Some recommend being dutifull and following the husband blindly unless he tell you to brak the law or violate the scripture.
I considered what they said. I tried to chew the meet and spit out the far.accept what i believe is valid and reject what i think is bunk.
I wrote down a list of things they have said i agree with. I pondered them. I did some reserch on those things. I tried to find verses that would agree or disagree with it.
I considered what was said. I started having more ideas on how to be a submisive wife. When i did reserch i wrote down how to be a Christian submisive wife . i did bot specify fundamental Baptist. I simply put Christian. I got all kinds of views form a multiple spectrum of Christianity. It was definently a mixed bag and included some off the wall material.
I came on to one article that totally flumixed me. It said that the key to a happy marriage is a marriage where the wife is spanked. was not exexpecting this.
There was a small sub culture within protestant Christianity that prariced wufe spanking. Most Christian would not know that such a thing excisted. I had had bo idea about it. I was a bit shocked and sonewhat offended.
I read the article. It said that wives need to know what there limits are. Spanking makes boundaries clear. I wanted to know more.
I typed in wife spanking into a search engine. I saw numerous articles. I read one from a man who advocated it.i read from several ladies who were spanked. They shared there experiences.
As i read stories about experiences i got a little horabout hinking about it. I imagined jack spanking me.
I emailed ann. She ran a website that advocated wife spanking. Her husbend had spanked her. I shared her. My testimony and my relationship with jack. To my surprise ,she wrote back. She encouraged me to be spanked.
I decided to tell jack. “Jack i think that you and i need to sit down and come up with responsibilities and duties for me. Come up with a contract with clear responsibilities and expectations. If i dont live up to them i should be penalized” i said.
He was schocked.”what kind of punishment? ” he asked. I told him everything from time outs to spanking. He was stunned. He was astonished.
It took some convincing but i got him to go along with it. On our wedding night i had him do a mantinence spanking. He put me over his knee. He pulled up my skirt. He pulled down my panty.
He tapped my but at first. I told him to keep going and go harder.it was still going. He got harder.
We kept working. One day i had a bad day and acted out. It drove him nuts. He gave me a real spanking. My butok was red. We hugged after.
I figured i would hate being spanked. I loved it. I fantasize about it. I did not try to be spanked but i hardly minded it.
This author does not endorse wife spanking. This is just a work of fiction.
I took a break from writing on wordpress. I saw that my traphic was up. So i have decided to start writing on WordPress again.
A young women get hooked in drugs. Her mom takes her to a scrict drug rehab program.
Chrissy seemed to have it all. She was smart. She was prety. She had a reputation for being kind hearted. She seemed to have it all..she appeared to have a bright future ahead of her.
She graduated from high school fith in her class. She went to colege on a scholarship. She had a 4.0 g.p.a at the college. She seemed to be on her way up. As far as any of her friends were concerned the sky was the limit. Then that all changed for the worse.
She was in a car acident. It was the fault of the other driver. The driver was tired and the drowsiness impacted her ability to drive properly.
Rescue workers had to use the jaws of life to get her out of the car. The injures could have been far worse. For the most part, she was not too bad off. She had savere back pain. While she could still walk,it was painful to do so.
She was prescribed prety strong prescription drugs. The doctors felt that she needed some strong drugs to aleviate the pain. She had been in excruciating pain. It took some powerful drugs to do it. These drugs were highly addictive.
She became adicted to them. It was a gataway drug. Before anyone knew it,she was a full blown aduct. She soon went for the hard stuff. She was buying iligal drugs. She got them any way she had to. It was getting worse and worse.
Her mom and sisters were in denial at first.her mom was the contact person. She answered that awfull phone call informing her off the car crash. She feared she had lost her. When she came into the hospital she held Chrissy tight and refused to let her go. She was greatfull that she was ok. She had for the most part bounced back. Now her life was once again in the balance. It was clear ahe was in trouble. There was a real risk of her ending up in prison or worse. Her mother feared both of those syinerios equally. She had no idea what to do.
She decided to seak out advice. She went to a friend of his who used to be a social worker. She explained the situation to him..he listened intently and took notes in his head. He did not interupt but waited until she was finished.
“She is in trouble Anna. As bad as you probably think it is, i fear it may be worse. This is a bad situation. Prison or death are real posibilities. I am not saying this to scare you. You need to see the severity of all of thithis. This is serious. She is in danger. ” she said.
“Ok. I do get it. What do i do? I cant just sit by and do nothing. Is there something i can do?” she asked. “I recommend get her committed to a drug treatment center. I recommend the edson treatment center in Mccain Arizona. It is tough. They are strict. It wont be easy. It is not a vacation. It will be the hardest thing she will ever do. There is no gurente it will work. She could wash out of the program. She could fail. It is not a definitive actuon. It is not a magic bullet. It is a chance. It could work. ” he told her.
She did not want to badically have her institututioned. She felt she had no chioce.she partitioned the court to have her made her ward and given power of attoney over her. The court agreed.
Chrissy was at home. The police arrived. She hit her drugs. “Mam.by order of the court you are remanded to the edson treatment center until you have completed the program. ” the officer said.
“Your not under arest. We are fulfilling a court order..if you cooperate i want put ypu in cufs. If you resist, i will have no chioce.” he told her. She decided to cooperate. She was put on a plane and was taken by police escort to the treatment center.
She was taken inside the hospital. She was admitted almost imidietly. She was taken to intake and was processed. After intake she went though detox.
The head of the center craig edson came to see her. She wore a gray sweatshirt and swet pants and flip flips. “Ok. I need you to pull down your swet pants and panties. ” he ordered.
She was confused.she got indignent. “Why?” she asked. “I asked you to do something. I need you to comply now Chrissy! ” he ordered. “No!” she said. “Chrissy! Comply!” he said. She finaly complied. She pulled down her swetpants and panties. He placed her over his knee.
He took his hand and swated her on her butt..he started off very gently and then got more and more harsh. He kept going. She did not understand why he was spanking her.
She cried. She balled. “Your acting like a child..you will be treated like a child. Part of your training will include spanking. You will receve maintenance spanking every day. If you violate the rules you will receve additional spanking. Spanking is a major part of our program. ” the doctor said.
She did receve spanking every day. It was rough at first. She did not want to be there. She eventually got with the program. She started to work with the staff. It was difficult.
The program was two mouths. It was a grueling two mounths. Her but got verry red from mutiple spankings. She was finaly discharged.
She would be under the ward of her mom. The prosicutors agreed not to prosecute her as long as shw stayed clean. She was basically in the custody of her mom. Her mom was tough. She continued the maintenance spanking.
She got s job.she went back to school. She was able to graduate. She got off drug foever. All thanks to the edson trearment facility and spanking.
There is no mcain Arizona. I made it up.
This is a work of fantasy. I made up a lot of legal process. It is not quite right.
A young wife and mom to be acts out. How long will her husbend tolerate it?
I am in a corner. I have been bad. The weird part is that i am in my twenties. I was told to stand in the corner. I was not told for how long. I i had to just stand. I could not move.
It was getting uncomfortable. I just wanted to sit. I had to stay standing until keith my husbend told me i could sit. I could not wait. This seemed like an eternity.
How did this all come about? Lets starts at the beggining. My parents were anarchists. They beleved in the most primitive of government. That included with kids.
I was there only kid. I was unplaned. At least by them. They beleved in overpopulation and not sure it was moraly right to have a child. They were not thriled about abortion either. I got to live.
I got away with everything. I was a bit of a rotten child. I got what i wanted. I was a brat. My parents beleved that it is wrong to force order on someone.
My parents moved us to a commune. My dad and mom split up. My mom and i moved back to her home town.
I never got in serious trouble . never arested or suspended from school or anything like that. I was not easy person to be around.
My mom started to give up her neo hippi ways. She abandoned the anarchy doctrine. She started attending church and i went with her.
I never wore dreses or skirts before. I started becoming more active. It was described as fundygelical church. They were strict in some ways but not in orthers.
That was where i met Keith. One day i was shaking hands when i saw him. “Hi im mia!” i said.keith wore a suit and tie. He was soft spoken, qiet and reserve.
He was the oposite of me. He was the opposite of anarchy. He seemed to beleve in an orderly structered society. He was what would be the opposite of liberterian. He was not a totalitarian or authoritarian.
He and i hit it off very early. We started to date. We Eventualy maried. We had different ways of doing things.
He believed in male leadership. He beleved in order and structure. He bekeved that disagreements and arguments should be in private not public. There were lines you did not cross.
I had a strategy of a kind of war of atrition. I would chip away at his resolve. It created some difficulty.
The church was kind if unique. The church dresed formaly, loved contempeary and some pop music, loved king James and watch some movies and they praticed domestic disipline. I had never heard of it. I thought it was bit silly.i agreed to the rules just to make him qiet. I never did it seriously. I hoped that he would never enforce it. He was very pasive. I though that it would work.
He once told me about verious punishments. Writing asignments, time outs and spankings. I was horified. I went along with it thinking that this was rhetoric. This was his philosophy but would never actualy carry it out.
At first it worked. He did tend to be passive. He had a high tolerance. He dismised a lot of my shenanigans. He dismissed more then he should have. I had him wrapped around his fingers.
He tried to enforce his rules. I got him to back off. Then i got pregnant. I used the pregnancy card.
Today was the breaking point. I woke up grouchy. I was argumentive. He tried to kiss me on the cheek and i rebuffed him. I was rude. I interupted. I attacked everything he liked. I mocked the church , his favorate movie etc. I insulted his favorate song. He tolerated alot. More then he should have.
He took a day off from he work. He owned his own business. He wanted to have some qality time with his pregnant wife. It did not turn out that way.
It was a bad day. There was no sign of it getting better. He had enough.” mia! Go to the corner. I want you to stand up and stay standing until i tell you otherwise. ” he said.
I tried to rebuf him. He incisted i comply. He told me to go. I agreed. I wore a black sweter and gray skirt and was barefoot. I went to the wall. I stood and stood
It felt like it was an eteenity. I was mad at him. How could he do this? I thought he was being unreasonable. I have come to see his point. Maybe he had a point.
I had been rotin to him. I decided that maybe i need to change. I was gerting tired.
“Babe! You may leave. I want something different ” keith said. “Ok. ” i said.
I am determined to be different. I gues i have to start right now. So i will. Things will be different. This is a new day.
A wife who hates being nude is told to strip naked before spanking
I’m Jeannie. I am a wife and mom. I am in a domestic disipline relationship. I grew up in a religious home that practiced d.d.from my childhood up i was taught the importance of disipline including spanking of wives in the home.
Both my parents were convinced that spanking and other penalties were esential to a happy home. They taught me that you not have marital blis without spanking.
I did not know anything different. I suported a domestic disipline relationship. I had no problem with any aspect of domastic disipline. I accepted it. I was fine with it.
I knew that when i got maried, i would be disiplined by my husband. I knew that i would probably be spanked. It was not a huge deal. I knew it would happen. I hoped it not be a comon ocurence but i knew it would occur. I was a siner so isues were bound to come up. It was a part of life and spanking was a part of domestic discipline marriage. It just was.
I met Brian at our church. My church was part of a denominstion that endorsed and advocated d.d. like me Bryan grew up in a family that suported d.d. like my mom, his mom was spanked.
We had drawn up a contract before we were maried. We were on the same page. We both agreed on rules and procedures. In working out an arangement we would both could live with was fairly painless.
We had a beautiful wedding. It was everything i wanted it to be and more. The early days of our maried life were amazing. I loved being married. More then that, i lovef beang maried to Brian. He and i had a great relationship.
I knew that if we had a long life togerher,and i hoped we would, discipline would be unavoidible. I knew i would slip up. I tried not to of course. I tried to be a good wife.
One day i did mess up. I lost tract of time and supper was not ready when he got home from work. I left lights on in room i was not using. I had music on too loud. The tv was on even though no one was watching it.
We had agreed to make sure lights were turned off before i left a room. The telivison must be turned off if no one is in the living room. Music could not be too loud. Diner should be ready when he got home from work. That was at least four violation. There is a good posibility that i had violated other rules as well. I was in deep doo doo.
I hoped to get away with a time out . Maybe a tv or radio ban. Perhaps he would make me watch a bonanza marathon. (I hate bonanza but thats another story. ) i hoped that he would go fairly easy on me.
“Jeannie, i need to go to the corner. I want to stay standing. I am going to consider your punishment! ” he said.
Brian was usualy soft spoken. He was reserve and qiet. He was slow to anger. When he was angry, you knew it. I went to the corner.
I had to stand at attention by the wall.i was not alowed to nove at all. I had to have perfect posture. I was never a fan of the time out. Not too many women are. Time out as a punishment is bad enough. No one like time out awaiting the actual punishment. It id tantamount to being in death watch cell awaiting execution.
It felt like an eternity. I just wanted it to be over. I just did not know what i was waiting for. What would the punishment be?
Bryan took five minutes. At first he calmed down. He alowef himself to cool down. He did not even consider a punishment until he was clear in his thinking.
He asked me to come over. I came to him. My head was down. I came over. “Hunnie! I am going to give you a spanking. ” he said. “Ok. ” i said.
“Strip naked!” he said. I was stuned. I did not want to be nude while being spanked. I protested.
“Cant i just pull skirt up and pull down my panties?” i asked. “No. I instructed you to strip naked. I want you to be nude. Remove your cloths!” he insisted.
To me, being naked was worse then the spanking. I hated being naked. If i could shower in clothing i probably would. I always waited until the last minute to strip down before a shower. I always was fully clothed when i left the bathroom after a shower.
I tried to avoid full nudity. I normaly was partily clothed even during intercourse. I avoided full nudity if i could. I hoped that he would make me strip completely. It did not look good. I had a feeling that he was not willing to compromise on this point.
He knew how i felt about being nude. He felt that it was inportent for me to be humbled. He believed that humiliation was a part of punishment. The perpose of correction was to corect. Disipline involved abasement.
“Please dont make me strip?” i pleaded. His mind was made up. He would not compromise. I think my objection iterated him. “Hunnie! I am head of the house. I have insisted that you fo something. I need you to comply!” he said.
I knew that was not going to happen. I was not going to win this one. I decided to agree.
I removed my green blouse. I pulled it to my head. I took it off. I then unzipped the ziper on my black skirt.i let it fall to my feet. I pulled it off.
He unclasped my bra. I pulled it off. Then i took off my panties. He made me stand naked for several minutes.this was worse then the actual spanking.
Then he told me to get on his knee. He caressed my but for a few seconds. Then he swatted me. He started off small. The swats were light. He got more tough.
I cringed with ghe swats. He upped his game. He kept going. He swated and swated. I started to cry. I screamed. It did not deter him.
Finaly he stoped. He put lotion on my bum. Then he cuddled with me. After a while he let me get dressed.
In adition to the spanking, i could not touch the radio for a mouth. I could not touch thr tv for a week. I was fine with it.
I made sure diner was ready the next day. I did better. I could not turn on tv. I could only watch it when he did. He did make me watch bonanza.
I was happy when the band ended. I was carefull after. I started to adjust to nudity. I was told by other ladies that obeying a husbend is important especialy im nudity. Him seing ypu nude is vital to a marriage. It is part of a spouses privilege. I came to appreciate that. Eventually i got fairly comfortable with being nude around him.
This story was inspired by articles on dd that dealt with nudity. I got the idea for a story.