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.
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