Time out

A young wife and mom to be acts out. How long will her husbend tolerate it?

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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. 

Spanked while nude

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. 

The end. 

This story was inspired by articles on dd that dealt with nudity.  I got the idea for a story. 

 

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.

Notes

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. 

Domastic disipline comes to your church

A middle of the road mega church calls a conservative pastor who suports Domastic disipline.

Trinity church was known as an evangelical church. It has a worship team playing the latest and popular worship songs. They were an area mega church. It was a seaker sensitive style church. 

The long time pastor decided to step down and focus on writing and holding seminas and conferences around north america and around the world. 

After doing an extensive serach a new pastor was called. Pastor ed was called to be the new pastor. He decided to take the church in a different direction from his predecessor pastor wilbur. Pastor ed was more conservitive. He did not alter the music but he made other changes.  

Pastor ed was in his early thirties. His wife Jennifer was in her middle twenties.  They had three kids. Jenifer wore only skirts or dreses. She was qiet. She did not say much.  She had a belchers degree in theology. She did not announce it to manny people but it was not a secret.  She was very different from her predecessor.  Pastor Wilbur’s wife was very outspoken. She was an ordaned minister and was on the pastoral staff and attended deacons meetings.  Jeny would not even consider attending deacons meeting let alone being active in one.

The children were well behaved. The family were well liked. They were hardly stoic. The pastor was known for his loud harty laugh. He lived the outdoors and paintball. The church satetday capture the flag had become legendary.  

The pastor did not like the direction of the church.  He felt that it was becoming too worldly.  He wanted to bring more order.  He was fine with more modern music. There were other things he objected to. Things he was determined to alter. 

He started off slow.  He made subtle changes. He was careful.  He tried to not ruffle fathers. He did not want to be removed and have a new pastor undo hia conservative reforms. He decided to do it quetly. 

Then he started a surmon series on the family. He explaned what he believed that the biblical view on fanilies. He discused the role of men, women as well as husbend, farther,wife mother etc. 

He then sliped in the idea of domastic disipline.  Many call it wife spanking.  Spanking is only part of the facets of dd. Spanking is one of the punishments. He tried to slowly introduce it to people in the church. 

At the same time jenn tried to introduce new or newer wives to d.d.jen was a huge advocate of this program.  She tried to encorege wives to obey there husbands as well as to submit even to punishments. 

Pastor ed grew up ina main line church. He attended a mainline seninary. He became more and more conservitive.  He learned of domastic disipline from a close friend and mentor.   He like the idea of domastic disipline. 

Jenny had been a goid student. She graduted second in her high school class.  She could have gone to sny school she wanted to but chose to attend the same thological school ed attended. She was smart but modest.

 He came to embrace dd after they were maried. “Hunnie! I want to introduce domastic disipline into our  family.  ” he said.

He explaned it to her. He thought he would have to ease her into it. On paper she apeared to be a feminist and in mannt ways she was. She was a submisive at heart. The talk of spanking made her horny. As he talked she fantasized about him taking her over hus knee and spanking him. 

She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties.  “Spank me!”she said. He took his hand and massaged her but at firsr. Then he got a little more aggressive.  She loved it.then they had sex.

There was mixed reaction by the people in the church.some would very suportive. Some were opposed and many were everywhere in between.  Many women supported it. 

Many women who were oposed to it got spanked but there were some men who were does. At the end ed survived a vote of confidence. Some left but others came to the church. It evened out.

The church after a few years under ed was different from wilbur. In many ways it was sucesfull. 

The end.