Thank you for the 104 strokes so far ma’am.” I stood there with my head down, avoiding a direct gaze on her quim, which was visible where the robe had fallen apart at her waist. I hate and fear getting spanked. It hurts so terribly when I have misbehaved and my husband puts his belt or the strap to work on my bare bottom. He always spanks forcefully and methodically and though the severity of the spankings depends on the seriousness of my offence he never stops before my resistance is broken both physically and mentally. For days after my bottom is sore and reminds me constantly of being so naughty that a severe spanking was the only natural and suitable consequence. At one point, through eyes that were tearing up, I saw Cynthia watching with a high level of satisfaction. It was bad enough to be naked, put over my wife’s knee and spanked with her hairbrush without there being another woman watching and enjoying the scene. Now, John. What was the wording in the agreement? Oh yes, ‘John will accept without objection…’ etc. and in the penalty clause: ‘he will at Mary’s direction remove all clothing…’ well, you know the rest. I need not quote the entire document. So, the moment of truth. Are we in agreement, John? If so, lose the clothes. Stand up and strip.”

broke my husband with one simple dress How I broke my husband with one simple dress

Shortly I began to beg for mercy. Well, sort of. Between spanks I said, “No. No more. Mary. Please, Mary. That’s enough, Mary. Mary, stop! Please stop. I’m sorry…” I kind of stopped making much sense at that point. The pain of that brush in the hand of my Mary was overwhelming. I have never been spanked before, so had no basis for comparison, but surely no one has suffered from a spanking the way she made me suffer that evening. Jane and I agreed on this plan. The first part of which was to lull Mary into thinking I was surrendering all decisions to her. That would make her less combative, which would open the door for me to execute the second part of the plan in which I would cleverly persuade her into doing what I wanted. To be honest, I was a little weak on the details of this crucial, second part, but Jane had it all worked out. Oh, I intend to be reasonable, John. Well, at least what I consider reasonable. Jane was not lying when she said this was just the beginning of your new life. From now on, I will decide for both you and I, and there will be consequences whenever you do not comply with those decisions.” Mary’s smile became more calculating, then she added, “Actually, in agreement with what you just signed, there will be consequences whenever I feel like invoking consequences. That will certainly be the case when you defy me, but I’m not limited to those instances. It’s all down on the paper you signed. You really should take the time to read it.

Pussy is a privilege that must be earned by the work you do and your attitude. Even if I allow intercourse, you may cum only with permission and will often be denied. Mary continued to spank after I collapsed across her thigh, no longer begging, but sobbing with tears flowing across my cheeks. When she finally stopped, I was so deep into penitence I did not realize it at first. As I came down from that peak of pain, I became aware of Mary’s hand—thankfully, not her hairbrush—resting lightly on my crimson ass. She was talking quietly with Cynthia. The embarrassing questions and reprimands are lengthy, it causes great emotional distress and makes me cry more out of shame than fear of the upcoming punishment. I took my time on the lawn, mowing and edging. It looked like part of a well-cared-for golf course when I was done. I put the mower and edger away and was just passing Mary coming out as I was on my way in. We didn’t speak in passing. I knew what she was doing, and it was not going to work. She could do all the “inspecting” she liked. I was saving my ammunition for when the attorney showed up. Because… because it’s more humiliating for me. It makes me feel exposed and vulnerable which is what you want when you are spanking someone.”

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That would be even better, and then you also scold me properly while you’re spanking me, to reinforce the lesson.” In a New York City newspaper, 1922, spanking husbands was touted as a cure for husbands who smoked and were lazy. One woman wrote: The first part of it is that Joey has earned himself a trip to the woodshed. Actually been owed a trip for a little bit. But even in the past, when I’ve told him he is getting taking to the woodshed, he won’t remind me during the times when it would be convenient for me to take him there. He’ll try to fly under the radar, until there are moments when we can’t go to the woodshed, then he’ll act up again. What a brat! I didn’t answer, remembering Jane’s description of what she was writing and my reactions at the time (I’m sure I blushed at some of the more explicit language).

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We stared at each other for a minute. That outcome frightened me. With the way courts support the wife, any thinking husband would be frightened, at least a little. Finally, I said, “Mary said you were coming over to discuss our options.” Besides the obvious (role reversal), what are some of the key differences you see between the FLR dynamic and the traditional dynamic of domestic discipline? He commenced with 5 more that were harder than the first 4 and trust me, I didn't wiggle or squirm. I took it, becauseI had earned it for being defiant (which I'm super great at) and I knew he was perfecting his new role as HOH! I intend to be consistent,” Mary said. “Even if I have to put this bad little boy over my knee twice a day for the next month, I will get through to him.”Do you recognize this?” Vera demanded, thrusting a photocopy of the confession and spanking contract I wrote at Lucille’s direction eight years ago. My immediate thought was, Not only no, but hell no! but I kept it to myself, wiped my wet hands on a kitchen towel and strode to the front door. I opened the door and was face to face with a tall brunette, casually dressed in faded blue jeans, a glittery red blouse and heeled boots that gave her an extra three inches. I noted the boots, because I’m average height for a man, and in those boots, she stood an inch or so taller. I’d guess she was a few years older than Mary and I, but not an old lady by any measure.