Diaper punishment 

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. 

The end.


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. 

I got spanked and i loved it.  

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.

The end. 

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. 

I love to be spanked 

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. 

The end.

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.  

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. 

The girlfriend 

A colege freshman tries to get the attention of a senior that thinks he is all that.

Domestic disipline relationshipis when a husbend and wife agree to a set of rules and regulations.  This includes pubishment that includes spanking.  While d.d.r is part of a fringe of fundamentalist Christianity,  there are eliments of non relugius or a religious people who prarice a form of domestic disipline.

When does domestic disipline relationship begin? Does it start after the wedding or before? Is it legitimate for it to start before wedding day?

Brad was smart and athletic.  At east coast fundamental university, he was in well regard. He was active in the student government association as well as was active in sports. He haf a reputation as a stickler.  He adhered firmly to school regs. He was kind of a legalist. Some felt that he was a little too rigid. 

Withinn the student body,  he had both fans and detractors.  The staff and faculty generally regarded him favoribly. There were a few that were a bit sceptical of him. 

Girls at the school tended to be divided as well. Some had a huge crush om him. Others did not cate for him. Others were on the fense concerning him. 

He had rigid standards. He was umcompromising on them. Many young ladies tried to get him to court them. He rebuffed them.  The more they tried to persue him, the more he rebuffed them.  He sometimes played impodible to get. They could not figure out of this was a test or if he was really testing them. Normaly the young ladies eventually just gave up. They moved on. Perhaps that waa his goal all along. 

Some wondered if mayby he felt called to be single.  They suspected he wanted to be maried.  Most concluded that he was just really really picky. 

Tessa was a freshman when he was a senior.  He caught her eye. She liked him from a far at first.  She waited for a time . she finaly went to talk to him. It was during an evening meal that she decided to talk to him.  

“May i sit hear? ” tess asked.  “Of course! Please.” brad responded. She wore a yelow dress and flip flops. She sat down.  ” im tessi. ” she said. “Im brad!” he said in a matter of fact tone.

“It is good to meet you.” she said. “You as well. ” brad said. She could not tell he wanted her there. He seemed almost uninterested in talkiing to her. Was that the case or was that just how he was. She could not tell. Should she just back off or keep trying.  

She spent over a month trying to get into his life. Finaly he started to open up to her. Some would probably have given up by now but not her. She was not going to give up easily. 

“Tessi i get the impreson that you aspire to something between us beyound simple friendship. ” brad remarked.  ” that is true brad. I do. What about you?” she asked. 

“Do you soport domestic disipline relationship? ” he asked. “Yes i do. ” she answered. “Are you wiling you to adhere to rules we agree on ? ” he asked. “Yes i do. My parents have instilled in me the importence of rules and the d.d.r arrangement.  I have resolved to be in accordance with it. “She said in response. “Are you wiling to accept punishment for not adhering to my rules?” he asked. “Yes i am.”she reaplied.

” does that include spanking? “She asked.  “Spanking is a key component of domestic disipline.  I accept that.  I am wiling to be spanked if you felt that my behavior was not to your liking.  ” she said .” i just wanted to make sure. “He said. 

They datted unoficialy for a time. He graduated from e.c.f.u . They did not live too far from eachother.  

“I would like to formerly date you..” brad said in a matter of fact tone. She smilled. ” i would love that. ” she said.”i want to have rules during our courtship. “He said.

“Do i assume corectly that The rules will include punishment up to and including spanking? ” she asked.  ” yes that is correct. I believe that i am not permitted to see you naked until after marriage. I would like to spank you though your ubderware should you violate our agreed on rules. ” he said. 

She was a bit taken aback. She always considered this to be something that would be for marriage.  Within a few rules it could be used before the marriage.  She agred to it within some guidelines. 

She got the impreson he wanted to spank her. Was he a saddest?  Did he have some kind of bondege fetish. She was not sure.  

One day she accidently broke a rule. She knew that some kind of punishment was coming.  She was ok with that. She had accepted that punishment was part of that arrangement.  

She wore a gray t shirt and denim skirts. He put her over his knee. He pulled. of her skirt. He swated her but. He started of light and got more intense. She was stioc at first . after several swats she broke down crying.

After she held on to him. He hugged her. She liked him. She liked how be was. 

Eventually they got maried abd had kids. He did continue to spank her. She did not mind. 

The end 

Probably in a real Christian d.d, there would not be spanking pree marriage.  Prior to a few years back, i did not know that this existed.  In cyberspace,  there are christian and non Christian d.d sites. There are some that might be spoof sites. I wanted to write a story about girlfriend being spanked. 

Wrong cofee

A businesmen who loves cofee incist on cofee that comes with a freahness seal or there will be consequences.

Ed loved cofee. Ed had started to drink cofee when he was a teenager.  Everyone who knew ed knew about his love for cofee. His morning ritul was based around cofee.  There ia a joke within his iner circle that his middle cofe is cofee. This is ironic sense his middle nane does start with c. 

He decided to go to school first and get established in bussiness then fibd a wife.  He ignored the opposite sex in school. He took only core courses with the needed electives. He did the necessary extra circular activities. Everything he did was intentional. 

Then he got an internship. He made sure he got noticed.  He got hired at a prestigious cooperation.  He was able to secure a company officer post.  

His family was woried he was sacrificing a future with family for a carer. His family feared he was passing on family.  They feared he night regret it later. 

What they did not unserstand was that this was his plan all along. This waa part of his strategy.  He would get esablushed then find a wife.  He became a cooperate  vice president. Then he baught enough shares to secure him a spot on the cooperate bored of directors. He was now ready to find a wife.  

Amy had worked breufly for the company.  She had been a receptionist.  She intended to work over the summer. He took notes of her intetests, likes and dislikes. He kept his distance from her when she was his enploye. He never went up to the line. He avoided her while she was his employe. 

She recently graduated from college.  He called her. “Hi is this amy?” he asked. “This is Amy.  ” she said. “Hi this is ed brekin. From edson incorporated. ” he said.

” oh hi” she said. “I was wondering if we could get together for cofee or some thing. ” he suggested. She oagreed.

She suspected he was going to ofer her a job. She had no idea that he was looking for a wife. They had a great first date. While at first she was disappointed that he did not have a job for her. She came to like him. 

They dated for a time. After a time he purposed. She said yes. They got married.  They had a son and then a daughter. He soon became executive vp. He had Everything. 

He was very easy going.  He was slow to anger. He was layed back. He was soft spoken.  He had strong opinions but was bot quick to communicate it. He was for the most part a live and let live kind of guy. He was not that political. He voted but was not an ideologue.  He liked sports but not one who would defend hie team to the exclusion of others. He never engaged in trash talk. 

Nothing seemed to agitate him. He was do even keeled.  There is only one thing that he might get riled up about. That was cofee. He loved his cofee. 

Anyone who worked for him knew to make sure he had cofee on demand.  No cofee available was bad. 

Amy learned early on in there marriage never to not have cofee available in the house. When ever she made a shopping list, she checked the cofee supply.  She was determined to keep cofee stalked. 

Then cofee came in a new kind of freshness seal. The contaner was designed to keep fresh.  She decided to try it. He loved it. He was convinced that it was better then the other contaners.

Waw it actually better? It is hard to know. It could just be a kind if placebo effect or a really good marketing campaign. If it was the work of brain washing it worked.ed was comvinced that the new contaner was better. He could not be convinced other wise. 

She forgot to buy the fresh seal. He was unhappy. He told her to get the freshness seal..she kept forgetting. 

He got upset with her. He decided to give her a spanking. He told her to pull up het gray skirt and pull down her panty. She complied. He spanked her multiple times. 

She remembered the next time to get the freshness seal. It became a habit. She always remembered. 

The problem was solved. He was happy. So was she. Her bum was not hurt. Things were good. 

Then someone he trusted on cable news did a fact check om new freshness seal. He said it was bunk.  So he decided he did bot care.  She stul got the seal cofee just in case. 

The end.


I got this idea after reeding about disturbing marketing tatics of the past. One was a campagn where it was implied that if ypur wife did not get you freshnes seal cofee, you should spank her. 

Marketing is fascinating to me. It seems like much if markiting is. Big scam.  It seems like markiting are clever lies. 

The forgetful wife 

A husbend resort to spanking after his wife keep forgetting to fill the tank.

Bienka was a sweet lady. She was kind . she tended to be very reserve. She and her husbend don had a vibrent relationship.  She worshiped him and he addored her. 

She was a wonderfull mom. She was a great house keeper. The house was always well maintained. She was a great cook as well. She was at stay at home mom ever sence there oldest was born. She had worked in the past abd could if times got tough. She was very smart . she had a English digree and had worked multiple jobs. She could do almost anything. 

Bienka was sweet and atentinitive. She was practically a perfect wife. No one is perfect. While at times he considered her near perfect but she did mistakes.  If you asked don something he disliked about her. While he hated to talk ill about her, there was something that she did that really irked her. 

Because he was away at work during the day, she took care of erends. She got groceries and paid bills. She took care of everything. She was very efficient.  She did use the van quite frequently.  The van was mostly her vehicle.  

She would take out the van and forgot to fill the tank. She would drive it home and it would be near empty. When he took it out, it had almost no gass. He would have to fill it. Some times it pratically ran on fumes until he made it to a gass station. 

“Hunnie, before you go home, you need to check the tank. If it needs to be filled, fill it! I dont want the van to stall out especially if you were driving it without me. I dont want you and the kids stranded.  Before you head home, check the tank.  ” he told her.

“Ok. I will.  ” she assured him. “Please do. This is important!  ” he tried to conveigh to her. “I know it is inportent and i will. ” she insisted.  

Sure enough ,the next time he took out the vehicle, it was near empty. “Hunnie!  We talked about this! I though you understood. This is importent. ” he told her.

She promised that she would do better. He wanted to believe her but she had a really bad tract record when it came to this. He decided to give her another chance. 

She did good for a while. It apeared that she had turned a new leaf. He has been sceptical at  but she had done well. He let his guard down. 

She slipped back into her old ways. He confronted her. Again she mended her ways for a while. She went back to her old ways again. It kept hapening. 

He was at whit’s end. He feared that this could go really bad. She just did not seem to care.  She did not realize the negitive remifications of what could happen? This was frustrating him. It started to put a wedge in there otherwise amazing mariege. It was creating turbulence in there romance.  

He began to see what he did in the past was not working.  He was gettibg very frustrated.  It was afecting every areas of there mariege. It could potentially be a death knel to what was an ideal mariege. 

He decided that he had to do something different. The satus quo was not working. He considered not letting her use the van. That would hurt him. Sense he was at the office during the day, he could not really get to do the erends.  It would punish him more then her. 

He typed in google,  what to do when wife is forgetful.  Some sites listed suggested note cards or a string. Some sugested he keep bringing it up. Basically naging.

He kept checking . he found one idea he never considered. Spanking. The site sugested that if a wife did not live up to exoectation or agreed upon duties then she should be punished up to and including spanking.

He was apalled at first. The thought of spanking his wife was unconscionable. How could he even consider it? This was driving him nuts. It was a direct threat to there hapiness and mariege. 

He sat her down and they had a talk. “Sweet heart for now on when i get home, i am going to check the tank.  If if is near empty, you will be spanked. ” he said. 

“Spanked?  Really?” she asked. “Yes. I will drag you over my knee and will spank you. ” he told her. “Please dont. “She pleaded. “Fill the tank and this wont be an issue.  ” he said.

At first the threat of spanking worked. She filed the tank. She returned to her old ways again. “Hunnie! Come to the bed room now!” he incusted. 

She was wearing a white blouse and blue denim skirt and was barefoot.  She came in. “Hunnie! Pull up your skirt and pull down your panties. ” he said. 

“Your not going to spank me!” Bienka said. “I have tried and tried. This is the only answer. Now pull out your skirt and pull down your panties now! ” he incisted. 

She reluctenly complied. She hyked up her skirt. She pulled her panties to her feet and then took them off. She got on his knee. He curessed her bumm. Then he swated her. He started off slow but then got slightly more rough.

She did not flinch or cry at first. The more intense it got the more she cried.  After several swats he stoped. She hugged him and cried on his shoulders.  He held on to her. 

She started to do better.  When she forgot she got spanked.  They both seemed hapier. He felt like he was in control.  She felt fulfilled. There sex life improved as well..

She liked being spanked. Sometimes she broke a rule so that she could be spanked. 

She usualy did fill the tank from that point on. When she messed up, she got spanked.  It was rare. It did happen.  There mariege seemed to be back on tract. 

The end.


This story was inspired by a conversation on thr glen beck radio show. He got mad that his wife kept forgetting to fill the tank. This story was born.