The spanking 

a husband tels about a time his future wife was spanked by her parents while on break.

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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 end. 

The author does not endorse the activities depicted in this srory. The author does not recommend them. 

Time out

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.  

The end.