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I’ll always remember the last spanking I got while living at home – it was exactly three days before I left home for college!
A couple of weeks earlier, my mom had told me to go through my closet and box up all the old clothes I wasn’t taking with me. She reminded me about this several times over a couple of weeks but I kept putting it off.
Three days before I was leaving, Mom said she wanted the task done by the time she got home from work that day. I started sorting my clothes as requested – but then a friend called and asked me if I wanted to go to the pool. No prizes for guessing what I chose.
Mom was already home by the time I got back, and she was not happy at all. To cut long story short, we got into a huge argument, I smarted off and told her to get off my back. Then I stormed off to my room.
As I was changing out of my wet swim clothes, Mom came in with the family paddle in her hand. I started arguing again, but Mom said I was acting like a child and needed a spanking.
I suppose I could have resisted more, but in the end I thought it best to just bend over and take my licks. Mom usually didn’t spank me naked but since I was already undressed, she did.
I think she knew that this would be the last time she spanked me, so she put a little extra oomph into every spank and gave me significantly more swats than she usually did during my childhood.
In fact, she walloped me so well, I actually cried – something I never usually did during a spanking, even when I was a little boy.
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In that atmosphere, it was bound to be seen: through a window, after opening the wrong door. One of our neighbours had to cut her own switch.
Before I got married, Mother gave me the lecture we all got about the importance of disobeying our husbands and submitting to their punishments as they are responsible for us.
That’s why I’m not traumatized when people see Sean spank me. He does when and where I need it. But that’s us. I know some people might want to keep their DD private. I understand.
What concerns me is waiting until your not angry to spank your wife. I don’t want to step on any toes. But, even in anger, I think a man should have enough control to be able to spank his wife without abusing her. What’s the alternative? Waiting until you’re not angry? A cold, ritual that is not loving discipline but a duty on both sides?
If you are so angry you’re afraid to spank your wife, send her to a corner or a time out so at least the punishment, if not the spanking, should be immediate. If you’re in public, take her to the car, a men’s room, somewhere out of sight.
That is, in my opinion, more in the spirit of this lifestyle. And I would never try to push our practices on others. But I am considered the most obedient, well-behaved wife in our DD chapter.
And I can’t help but think knowing my husband might take me over his knee or make me grab my ankles for a paddling, send me to the corner, put my thumb in my mouth when I get sassy anywhere anytime has something to do with it.
As a disciplined wife and DD counsellor, I have had many husbands ask if it’s disciplined if the wife likes to be spanked. Some women are even guilty of”Bratting.” This is when the wife misbehaves purposely misbehaves to get a spanking. It is wrong, manipulative and compromises the integrity of the DD contract.
Any wife who does this should be punished firmly and by other methods, she does not enjoy such as corner time, early bedtime, or restriction from an activity she enjoys. And certainly, no HOH should use discipline his wife sexually. Real punishment in the bedroom is downright abuse.
However, I have some controversial views on the subject.
DD changes the dynamic of every area in the relationship between man and wife. Naturally, it’s going to affect the sexual area as well. I feel closer to my husband after being disciplined and forgiven. So, if a proper punishment leads to sex, I don’t see anything wrong with that.
If I may borrow from another poster, Caroline’s HOH uses diaper punishment. She doesn’t hate it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be more docile and affectionate. In fact, she has said she loved being that dependent on him. But they are inconvenient. They are humbling, they keep her home, and he enjoys her behaviour during and afterwards. Everybody wins!
Using sex as a discipline is criminal. Using DD for sexual purposes is wrong. But again, if proper punishment leads to lovemaking, that’s ok. It’s what non-DD couples call makeup sex.
But, as Sean and Caroline have demonstrated, the point of punishment isn’t to make the wife miserable. It’s to correct behaviour and reinforce roles as to whom the disciplinarian and the disciplined is. As long as it accomplishes that, creating warm fuzzy feelings is not only ok, it’s wonderful.
I’ve never known of a happier couple than they seem to be.
It’s the wonder of the onesie. And it’s been added to the list of rules and policies I wear one every day without advanced request and permission.
The world’s gone so crazy, a man can’t even spank his own willing wife anymore without being accused of assault.
But Sean made me take off my skirt in the parking lot and shame, humble and completely owned by my husband.
He ordered one and was so happy, he ordered 10 more.
Spanking is easier. And he just had to leave it unsnapped and it shows my red bottom. But there’s more than that. Like I am more submissive, Sean is more dominating.
He almost never gives me permission to leave the room except to go to the bathroom. He corrects me if I don’t say, sir. And his lectures are totally different. He just says things like, “I am the HOH. That makes me the decision-maker, the rule maker and your disciplinarian. And you do what you’re told. That’s why you are a grown woman wearing a onesie I dress you in with your red bottom I just spanked showing. You’re going to stand in that corner and think about what you did”.
It’s not sexual. But our sex life has improved. He’s just so very manly. I didn’t even flinch when he asked me to model them for our DD friends.
I wouldn’t say no to my husband for anything!
Because pants proved inconvenient. He has never liked them, and I hadn’t worn them much. But he officially forbade them, and I boxed mine up to give to the thrift store.
A couple of days ago, I was at a friend’s house. We were going shopping. My skirt got caught on something, and there was a large, noticeable tear. All she had was, guess what?
And it’s shameful to say so now, but I didn’t see the harm in it. He was working. It wasn’t like he was going to spank or diaper me before I got home. Obviously, he saw us.
The look on his face..I could have handled anger or disapproval. He looked so hurt and betrayed. It occurred to me that while I had misbehaved, I’d never blatantly disobeyed my husband.
He didn’t come home until exactly at my bedtime. I was lying on the bed in position for him to put my diaper on. But I didn’t get to roll over and go to sleep. He told me to stand up.
He sat down, and while I stood there spent ten minutes telling me how disappointed he was, that if he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t believe it. I started crying. My punishment was to wear a diaper indefinitely, including our next DD meeting and tell everyone why I was wearing it.
But I didn’t care about that. I disobeyed my husband. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t know this woman very well. And I wasn’t ready to tell her my husband didn’t allow me to wear pants. So, now I am not allowed any more non-DD girlfriends unless he has met them and knows they understand what it is.
He had a T-shirt printed that says, “I Disobeyed My Husband.”. I became hysterical. I literally got on my knees, begging him not to make me wear that. I promised I would never disobey again. He took pity on me and said I didn’t have to wear it. “But know that it’s here.” I opened my mouth. He said, “I don’t want to hear a word out of you buy ‘Yes, Sir.'”
At our DD meeting, our counsellor asked why I didn’t want to wear the T-shirt. I said I was ashamed of disobeying my husband. He asked me why I was ashamed of telling my friend I obeyed my husband. I just stood there still holding up my skirt not knowing what to say.
At first, I thought I didn’t want to explain our lifestyle. But how long does it take to say, “My husband doesn’t let me wear pants,”? I had no answer.
Our counsellor said he knew me to be a well behaved, submissive, loving wife. That my transgression was significant. The punishment fit the crime. But I needed to think about my actions.
I still don’t know why. I love my husband. I’m proud to belong to him and happy to submit to him. I couldn’t undo what I did. But I could make it up or.try to him.
The next day, he came home to me in the yard wearing the shirt he had made with my diaper and short skirt. I had all my pants on a table with a sign that said, “Husband Won’t Let Me Wear Pants! Free Jeans!”
I’m not out of the woods yet. But he appreciated it. And I have a new appreciation for what this means. It’s more than a lifestyle. It’s a sacred covenant like our wedding vows. I have never believed marriage was a marriage if a woman couldn’t say obey and mean it. To be able to do so is beautiful. I forgot that for a minute. It won’t happen again.
Because of which pants proved inconvenient. He has never liked them and I hadn’t worn them much. But he officially forbade them and I boxed mine up to give to the thrift store.
A couple of days ago, I was at a friend’s house. We were going shopping. My skirt got caught on something and there was a large, noticeable tear. All she had was, guess what?
And it’s shameful to say so now, but I didn’t see the harm in it. He was working. It wasn’t like he was going to spank or diaper me before I got home. Obviously, he saw us.
The look on his face..I could have handled anger or disapproval. He looked so hurt and betrayed. It occurred to me that while I had misbehaved, I’d never blatantly disobeyed my husband.
He didn’t come home until exactly at my bedtime. I was lying on the bed in position for him to put my diaper on. But I didn’t get to roll over and go to sleep. He told me to stand up.
He sat down and while I stood there spent ten minutes telling me how disappointed he was, that if he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t believe it. I started crying. My punishment was to wear a diaper indefinitely including our next DD meeting and tell everyone why I was wearing it.
But I didn’t care about that. I disobeyed my husband. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t know this woman very well. And I wasn’t ready to tell her my husband didn’t allow me to wear pants. So, now I am not allowed any more non-DD girlfriends unless he has met them and knows they understand what it is.
He had a T-shirt printed that says, “I Disobeyed My Husband.”. I became hysterical. I literally got on my knees begging him not to make me wear that. I promised I would never disobey again. He took pity on me and said I didn’t have to wear it. “But know that it’s here.” I opened mouth. He said, “I don’t want to hear a word out of you buy ‘Yes, Sir.'”
At our DD meeting, our counsellor asked why I didn’t want to wear the T-shirt. I said I was ashamed of disobeying my husband. He asked me why I was ashamed of telling my friend I obeyed my husband. I just stood there still holding up my skirt not knowing what to say.
At first, I thought I didn’t want to explain our lifestyle. But how long does it take to say, “My husband doesn’t let me wear pants,”? I had no answer.
Our counsellor said he knew me to be a well behaved, submissive, loving wife. That my transgression was significant. The punishment fit the crime. But I needed to think about my actions.
I still don’t know why. I love my husband. I’m proud to belong to him and happy to submit to him. I couldn’t undo what I did. But I could make it up or.try to him.
The next day, he came home to me in the yard wearing the shirt he had made with my diaper and short skirt. I had all my pants on a table with a sign that said, “Husband Won’t Let Me Wear Pants! Free Jeans!”
I’m not out of the woods yet. But he appreciated it. And I have a new appreciation for what this means. It’s more than a lifestyle. It’s a sacred covenant like our wedding vows. I have never believed marriage was a marriage if a woman couldn’t say obey and mean it. To be able to do so is beautiful. I forgot that for a minute.
My husband and I have practised DD since long before it was given a name. We believe I’m Biblical roles. He is naturally dominant and I submissive. Even in high school, I asked permission to go out with my friends.
I want to say first that he treats me very well. He puts my happiness first. He knows his responsibility as HOH.
But, when the spanking stopped working, he started making me stand in the corner holding my skirt up or pants down to show my red bottom.
It was not to be cruel, just effective which it was.
We believe punishments should be effective, humbling and reinforce the traditional roles. They should also mirror the crime. I like to stay up late but I get cranky, so he tells me when to go to bed. If I disobey, I go to bed early for a week. After sloppy housework, I am spanked and ordered to redo it under his supervision with my pants around my ankles. I don’t leave the room without permission so he doesn’t have to look all over for me. And telling him doesn’t feel right even to me. But if I forget, I don’t leave that room without permission. These punishments mirror the crime and reinforce my role as submissive.
Also, apparently-with no prior knowledge-we were kinky as well. Though it had nothing to do with sex or age play. I got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and woke him up and he bought me pull-ups and rubber pants to sleep in, then for long trips and punishment. I got my private bathroom time in the morning. He successfully got me dependent, confessing I just looked so darn cute. Again, not sexual, I just loved belonging to him so completely, I depended on him for even that.
Then, I heard his friends compliment him on how affectionate and obedient I was. He said I’d been like a kitten ever since the diapers. For punishment, he asked me if I needed a fresh diaper in front of others, just our closest friends and other DD couples and wear skirts that showed my diaper.
I wanted to continue being affectionate and obedient. I loved he thought I was cute. But I was getting dependent. We talked about it and comprised of a little girl dress, pigtails, and ruffled panties. It was still humbling, but my bladder was safe. I also had a tiny time out chair, very uncomfortable and a playpen for when he wanted effectively to send me to bed and keep his eyes on me.
A lot of this can only be practised if you don’t hide your lifestyle and we exposed ours by accident.
His brother came in the house without knocking. I was getting a spanking so hard I was kicking and screaming. His brother froze. My husband was very cool.
“Give me a minute. I’m disciplining my wife.
We decided it was our home. It was our life. And if people didn’t feel comfortable watching me get a spanking, time out, corner time, they could leave. If it made “strong” female friends uncomfortable to hear me call him Sir or ask permission to go out with my friends or tell them I was on restriction for coming home late, they knew where the door was too.
I haven’t misbehaved in a public place. He says he doesn’t know what he would do. It depended on the situation. But I don’t want to find out.
Again, my point is that there are more and more effective punishments than spanking. For the reasons I have given, O think they produce a more obedient wife and an adoring husband who appreciates she has given herself to him.
Before you spank your wife, you must make sure that she will be safe and not get injured. Ensure that any chairs or tables you will have her bend o verb are steady and can take her weight. If you are putting her over your knee, make sure that she is secure and that you have a good hold of her before you start.
If you are new to practising discipline or do not have a sturdy chair, then have her lay across the bed, you can place a pillow under her to slightly raise her bottom.
It is only natural that your wife will move around a lot when spanked, often this is just an involuntary reaction so before you strike again, make sure she is in the correct position o that you only strike her buttocks or thighs and not her back.
You have to be careful that she does not suddenly try to cover her bottom with her hands as this can lead to server injury.
The lady in the photo foolishly tried to cover her bottom, and her husband caught her wrist with the strap, it left a nasty bruise in this case, but it could have been a lot worse such as a broken finger or thumb.
The wife should also consider the hurt this would cause her husband knowing that he had injured her, and this should earn her another punishment for putting herself in danger and causing distress for her husband.
If your wife can’t control her hands, consider restraining them with a tie, cuff, etc.
Doing this also has the added advantage of making her feel even more vulnerable, giving the punishment more meaning.
If your wife refuses to lie still then start the spanking from the beginning and repeat this every time until she realises she has no option but lay still and accept what is coming.
Domestic Discipline Lifestyle For Consenting Adults
The small Baptist community where Sean and I were raised was like the 1950s.  Women didn’t wear pants. Those who worked did so in the church or Christian school. Men were taught to be protectors and providers. We were taught that to disobey our husband was a sin. Wife spanking was like
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