So, being honest — a critical component of my life partnership — I told my husband, "I fantasize about other men … all the time." From there we opened up a three-month conversation that relieved a pressure we hadn't even realized existed in our relationship. It united us; I learned things about my husband that were surprising, profound, and sexy! In turn, he learned quite a bit about me.

I am talking to you at the moment, and you better hear me loud and clear: you are now grounded for Saturday AND Sunday, young man. You’d better cut your losses and start showing me some respect, or it will be two weekends.” Uh, well . . . uh, maybe, uh . . . I guess it would clean the slate. Uh, . . Well, . . Ma’am. Yes Ma’am, we would both feel better then . that is, uh, after it’s over. I guess.” Instantly Debby was beside me laying in with all her might. We were all getting spanked simultaneously! I was still reeling when the next women came to me and Debby went on to the next guy. By the time the third lady was taking her turn I had lost all self control and was whimpering and moaning, all the other guys were in the same boat and that just seemed to encourage the ladies efforts. When all the ladies had their turn weThe 45 year old divorced salesman sat low in his seat. He tried not to look at the others, but he occasionally felt compelled to. Marge became flustered when her husband asked where she had been. Because of the “extracurricular activities” in the hotel room after the movie, she was gone longer than usual when making one of her “special” trips to the big city. In the past, her husband had no idea she had left town or, for that matter, even the house. He wasn’t one to ask her how her day went. The young wife came up with an excuse about searching for a present for an upcoming birthday and the trusting preacher accepted it. Marge hated lying and worried about adding another sin to the list she’d have to answer to on her day of judgment.

Slowly, I crawled across her lap and was no sooner in position then the paddle landed, hard. And it kept landing hard. This was no ordinary warm up. She meant business and my bottom was on fire after only a few swats. If this was the warm up, I wasn’t looking forward to what was going to happen on the bench. She has a wide variety of paddles, straps, canes and switches from which to choose for the real punishment, and she knows how to use them all. You didn’t get grounded because of the bank receipts. You got grounded for being disrespectful and oppositional. And now, Steve, you have been brooding all day today. You have hardly spoken to me. I think it is called the “silent treatment.” Isn’t that so? Debby proceeded to tell the women all my worst habits and attitudes. The women took notes and asked questions. Debby confided the most intimate details about me and all I could do was stand there. When she was done sent me to the front of the house to wait for all the men to be done. The wives were very excited and talkative through dinner but all the men were very quiet in anticipation. I was just about to mow the lawn when Debby called me and asked me to come into the living room. When I stepped in I saw that Debby and Sandra were sitting on the couch, there was a dining room chair facing the couch and Debby had her favorite hair brush in her hand. Debby told me to have a seat on the chair. She told me that she invited Sandra over to see how we handle problems in our house. She talked about men needing discipline to get control over themselves and all the benefits that a good spanking achieves. I got the feeling that it wasn’t so much a lecture for me, but a lesson for Sandra. I looked over to Sandra and although she still looked quite shy there was also a look of eagerness in her eyes. So, are you telling me that is what you deserve? Are you saying that I should spank you for giving me the silent treatment all day, and trying to deny your hurtful intent? Tell me what you really feel, Steve. We both know I am not talking about a sexy little play-spanking, Steve. This is the real thing, punishment to change your behavior. Are you asking me to blister you with a hard paddling?”Now, she questioned, “has my bad boy learned who makes the rules?” SPANK “Yes ma’am, you do,” I cried. “Are you going to do as I say, when I say?” SPANK “Yes ma’am always.” SPANK “You are lying,” she said, in addition to a blistered bottom, how would you like to go to work with the fresh taste of soap in your mouth?”“No ma’am, please don’t do that.”“Then answer the question without exaggeration.” The brush came down three times and I cried, “I will always try to be good and to follow your rules,”“That’s better,’ she said, “and when you do break the rules, and you will, what can you expect from me?”“You will punish me as you see fit,” I said. “Right.” SPANK “Now I am going to finish this spanking. When I get through you are to go stand in the corner until you can stop crying. Then wash your face, and come to me for inspection before you go to work. Understand?”“YYYes ma’am.”“Good, now one last thing. You are going to beg me to spank you in a manner that you know I will anyway.” If you do a good job and ask me nice, I might go easier on you. If not………. With that she said, “I accept your request and will now fulfill it. You are a very naughty boy at times and it because I love you that I punish you when you misbehave. I will now finish your spanking in the manner in which you requested.” With that she laid at least fifty more swats on my sit down in a volley the made me cry and howl so loud and so long that by the time is was over, I was breathless. She put a period on the session with one last punishing spank across both buns and pushed me to the floor. “Get up and go to the corner.” I said nothing and all but ran to the corner still crying and rubbing my burning bottom.

Debby and Sandra came up with the idea about a month ago. We were having dinner at a local restaurant after one of out discipline sessions with Sandra and Don. He and I could barely sit after a particularly rigorous session from our ladies. Don and I were put through our paces. As always our wives read our latest transgressions out loud and then decided between them what the punishment should be. I had been caught masturbating to web porn and knew I was going to get it bad. Don hadn’t done anything bad to deserve punishment but seemed to suffer guilt by association and got a good dose of the cane from Sandra. I got the cane, strap and paddled by both women until I was blubbering like a baby. That night both women were discussing the positive impact of discipline in our lives and wondering how to introduce more women to the lifestyle. By the time dinner was over the idea for the Lady’s Empowerment Club was formed. I have also always been a very sexual being. I enjoyed sex with a handful of partners before my marriage, and, in the context of our marriage, my husband and I had always been open and adventurous, though monogamous. We either do it here or we go out and talk to all those nice people out there. Who knows, maybe they’ll want to see your birthmark. Ha ha.” The preacher’s wife languishly opened her eyes after experiencing the most incredible feeling of her young life. Her eyes lazily looked around, seeing but not comprehending what she saw. Then it registered! Several men were staring at her and, when she looked down her body, realized she was almost nude. In a panic, the preacher’s wife abruptly sat up and pulled her dress closed. She huddled like that with her hands clutching the dress to her body and leaning forward trying to cover as much of her as possible.I heard her raise the paddle again as she resumed my punishment. This time it was forty strokes, slow and measured. Each one bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me as the paddle burned across my naked bottom. “I see I’m getting your attention,” she sarcastically commented as she laid a particularly hard stroke at the bottom of my cheeks. STATS | 43 year old Irish-American Cis/Het/Male, married with four kids, identifies as polyamorous, likes the idea of sex parties, is into giving to partners, group sex—and dreams of a lifestyle of free love amongst friends—is newlyish exploring kink practicing receiving deeply, and is currently finally figuring out who he is as a sexual being. A professional musician for a decade and a half originally from NYC, he’s a paramedic in Texas. After much discussion, my husband and I decided to go to one of our local sex clubs — of which there are surprisingly many. Portland is a sex-positive place, and the libertarian "live-and-let-live" mindset in our hometown means there are more strip clubs per capita here than in any other large city in the country. We have kink festivals, erotic galas, a Slut Walk — even a sexy Bed & Breakfast.