A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community. Yesterday my wife got the worst spanking in our married life, and that is five years now. She had been toa lunch with some lady friends and drove her car home, but unfortunately for her I was home and could tell she should have phoned me or a taxi instead. After a short while she confessed and admitted that she deserved a spanking. I used her own hairbrush on her bare bottom and I did it long and hard. She soon began crying and begging to be let off, but I continued spanking her until her bottom was crimson red and she was sobbing quietly over my knees. Afterwards we cuddled and I kissed her tears away and told her that loved her so much and would not risk losing her because of drinking and driving, and she promised never to do it again, and soon we were kissing and cuddling and having fantastic ** in the late afternoon. She was even more feminine and tender tah usual and I was very strong and masculine. There is something about spanking a woman's bare I have read of poor "Rebellious" and think it is awful that she should have to submit to such indignities, not only from her husband but from her mother-in-law. I do not designate her as mother-in-law, because she cannot be one to her and spank her. "Mother" is a word too sacred to be used for one who would spank her daughter-in- law so unmercifully as the reading of her letter would portray. Poor "Rebellious", it is sad to think she has such a hard lot. I would practice on my husband a little of his own medicine and if he refused to let me, I would refuse to kneel and be spanked the next time he wished. And I would refuse with such a determined tone that he would not do it, or his mother either. It is disrgraceful to have such conduct going on in a domestic household. The idea, a woman kneeling on the floor to be spanked. I suppose she used a slipper or hairbrush to make it all the more degrading. How painful it must have been! Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. Now!” Vera demanded, “or this little incriminating document may find its way to an ad in the evening paper.”

I went on about my day, got into my work, and didn’t realize the amount of time that passed. Until I got the above mentioned text, which popped up on my computer screen. Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap." Karen was on her tummy. She was sniffing now, not crying, and trying to understand the lovely feeling she has in her most intimate area, as she gently pushes up and down on the bed, her bright red bobbing up and down, which she can see, in the mirror, if she looks over. Which of course she does…The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. So…I’ve been asked a variety of questions around the topic of getting domestic discipline spankings and so thought I’d respond to them all here. You can use the color of your man's bottom to gauge the level of mental effect your spanking is achieving. The more memorable you make each spanking, the greater the benefit it will be for you and your man. Spreading out the spanking evenly across every area of his bottom will reduce the appearance of blood from welts or cuts from your implement. This will allow you to spank longer, and harder, while preserving the overall integrity of the skin so he will be ready for your next spanking. With the right balance, you can ensure that every time your man sits down, he will be thinking of you and your loving discipline. You can also maximize your effectiveness and total strokes by using a variety of implements in one spanking. She shivered as he returned, carrying their white oak punishment paddle. Six smooth holes drilled through it increased its speed, boosting its pain delivery. His promise powering her, she hung on his next words.

She shoved her blue and white striped cotton panties to join her jeans, comfortable under his command. Her irrationality had made it difficult for him to trust she'd accept her discipline. His cruel dice game had taught her an effective lesson. minutes later the display of the phone lights up with a loud ' beep... beep'. Emmy jumps up. She opens the text message that appears on the display. It's Adam's. 'Emmy, I am home in about 10 minutes. I want you with your nose in the corner the minute I enter the bedroom.'

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Unpredictable results are not comfortable. I had to assert my authority, strapping you thirty minutes before our guests arrived, risking your anger." I must also understand that by doing so, I would be relinquishing the real domestic discipline element/lifestyle that we have developed and that has worked so well for us. There are some that take punishment spankings up to a point, then safeword out. I’m not opposed to that if that is what works for you. What ~I~ set out to do was to be truly accountable and take what SHE assigns and gives. Keep in mind, while the spankings are very real, very harsh, and very painful, there has never been a time where it has been abusive or sadistic. This woman loves me. We are soulmates and were soulmates before we ever started down this road. We are lovers and best friends, and she knows me better than anyone else in the world. Lastly, because we’ve been doing this for a while, she knows my limits. She knows how far to take things and I trust her implicitly. You can’t,” I cried. “I’d never live it down. My boss would never understand, and my friends would think I was a wimp if they knew Lucille had been spanking me over her knee like a child all these years.” To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking