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.