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Receiving my first caning experience

I was a nervous wreck, my husband held me beforehand and told me this was going to be a very painful spanking, but he believes that because of what I did, I needed to know he meant business and he would not tolerate this behavior from me again going forward. He said this was blatant neglect and deserved a much harsher implement along with a much harsher force to get through to me and to teach me a lesson that I won’t want to experience again. I told him I fully understood his reasoning.

He said you earned this; we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. I told him I was sorry, and I did earn whatever he thinks as my husband that I needed to make sure this never happened again. I told him I was running late (I was trying to avoid a spanking for procrastinating and running late), which I have been punished for before. In doing so, I did something way worse than running late and speeding and almost caused a severe accident which I was ticketed for. I know this behavior warrants a much harsher spanking.

He told me what he was about to have to do to my bottom brings him no pleasure, but I needed the pain of the cane to go to my brain and connect so that I never do this again. I have always accepted his spankings with grace and dignity and always stayed in position. He also warned me that if I didn’t stay in a position, I would get extra or earn myself another spanking shortly thereafter, the first, as he considered not accepting his correction as a major offense and very disrespectful of him.

For the first caning, he told me he was going to tie me down for my safety in case I moved. He didn’t want to hurt me anywhere but my bottom, and because the pain is way different than those other instruments and it could shock me and make me jump up. He said any further canings going forward that you would earn, I would not tie you down as you now have experience in receiving one. Even though I didn’t want to be tied down, I thanked him profusely for thinking of this and tying me down.

As he was tying me down, I began to shake terribly, and he stopped and reassured me that he loved me and that I needed this for my growth as his wife and a woman of God. If he let me off lightly and I did it again and died, he would be racked with guilt and have to answer to God because he wasn’t doing his duty as HoH and teaching me lessons that I desperately needed. He said a man who can give a harsh spanking to the women he loves and adores for her bad behavior loves his wife unconditionally.

The first 10 strokes I would consider as landing hard and crisp, and they got my attention immediately. I just screamed out in pain. It is fierce, intense, and sharp, the burning sensation stays for a long time after, and it leaves deep red stripes across the whole bottom from side to side that are seriously welted. If he connects the next stroke to the previous stroke, the pain is doubled as it sets the first stroke off again pain-wise and burning severally again. It builds in its pain, burning, and intensity with each and every stroke.

He kept tapping each stroke while he waited in between lecturing to apply the next stroke, and the tapping was also awful as it burned to the depths of hell.

I wanted to jump up and run so badly but knew there was no way out, and I had to accept what was coming my way; it was well deserved.

I cried with the first stroke that he laid on me and keep crying for a long time after it was over. The next 20 were 50% stronger than the first 10, and I thought I would never get through them.

I knew my bottom was being tore up, and I felt it every step of the way. I just yelled out in pain and told him I was so sorry and I will never do this again. I prayed the whole time for God’s wisdom and strength. He finished by giving me the last 10 on my thighs at the strength of the first 10. It was way worse than the first 10 as it is so sensitive on the thighs. When he released me, he had to hold me getting up and steading myself.

I fell into his chest and thanked him for teaching me a harsh lesson.
I know how hard it must have been on you to have to administer a severe spanking to someone you love as a lesson. He told me he was proud of me for accepting my fate and admitting I was wrong and deserved what was coming.

He said it makes it much easier to have a wife who accepts her punishments with grace and dignity as opposed to a wife who would complain and try to get out of a spanking.

I deserved it, and I definitely will try to steer clear of any and all offenses that would have him having to pick up the cane to administer to my bottom.

The cane’s reputation is well-earned as it is so very powerful and painful during and long after its use.

These welts and stripes I will have for at least a week or more. I don’t know how he didn’t break my skin, but he said he trained sufficiently in its usage and would not do that to me.

After he calmed me down, he dropped his pants and said get on your knees now; it is my turn now to be properly thanked for having to take you to task for your poor behavior.

I love connecting like this after a spanking with him, as I feel cleansed and forgiven, along with being taken care of, and I am safely back under him. Pleasuring him like that makes me feel like all is right in our world again, and he holds no hostility towards me, and I feel more loved by him after a spanking. I also feel his power and command in our marital bed, which is such a turn on, and his administering and following through is also a turn-on.
He has the strength both physically and mentally, to do what is needed to make our marriage work and stay strong.

His lecture also really affected me. When he said you could have killed yourself, what would I have done if that happened? He said the pain I am inflicting on you now is nowhere as fierce as the pain I would have in my heart now if I lost you.

I will be in extreme pain for a couple of days, and I have a good reminder of the marks he left on my bottom to steer clear of any disrespect or poor behavior.

I never want to feel this pain again.

It Finally Happened – A couples first spanking experience

Well, I must admit I am pleased that it’s almost been two weeks and until today, I haven’t witnessed my wife break a rule. She has been on her best behaviour.

Tonight, there was a mishap that I still felt had to be addressed if my word is to mean anything. While I was watching the inauguration, my wife was preparing dinner, and I heard a loud bang followed a very loud, FUCK! Not once, not twice but I think five times.

I went into the kitchen to see a huge salad spilt all over the floor.

Not to toot my own horn, but I was very calm and asked her if she said what I thought she said, and she looked like she saw a ghost. I calmly told her to stand in the corner, the corner I showed which is the designated punishment corner.

She apologized and said she should never speak that way. I told her I appreciated her apology, but she needed to stand in the corner immediately. I lightly took her by the arm, and brought her to the corner, positioned her and told her to think about the language she used and not to turn around.

Whew! The first step accomplished, and I had some time to prepare for the spanking. I decided to have her spend 20 minutes in the corner. I decided since it was her first spanking that I would use mostly my hand and then maybe 10 with the paddle.

After 20 minutes, I insisted she strip and stand in front of me.

I told her I was going to give her a spanking and I asked her why. She answered because I swore.

I put her over my knee and spanked her for about five minutes with my hand. She was quiet, but her behind turned pink.

I then grabbed my paddle, which I had next to the chair and gave her 10 fairly hard spanks. She was no longer quiet and begged me to stop. It was very hard for me, but I carried on and told her this would happen every time she swears. She started crying, and finally, I could tell by her sobbing, and the very red colour of her behind I had spanked her sufficiently. I sent her back to the corner and told her to think about her behaviour. She was crying still.

I made her stand in the corner for another 20 minutes. At the 15 minute mark, I made her turn to me, and I put a bar of soap in her mouth and told her to spend 5 minutes with it in her mouth.
She gagged a little and then I turned her back to face the corner.
I spent these five minutes lecturing her on how inappropriate it is for a lady of her beauty and intelligence to use such words. It will not be tolerated, and I hope that your behind will remind you not to. I could tell she wanted to speak but couldn’t because of the soap. When her corner time was finished, I let her spit out the soap and had her watch me put in a sealable bag reminding her that it’s her for future use.

I had her hang my paddle back up and put the soap in the medicine cabinet.

I then hugged her and told her she handled her punishment well. I told her to continue cleaning up and make dinner but to remain nude. And that is what she is doing now. I think I will let her put her clothes on after dinner and cleanup.

Well, for the first spanking, I think it went well. I remained calm, was very firm and gave her a good spanking. She was pretty submissive and very embarrassed. I think nude corner time with soap made her feel humiliated, which I feel was deserved.

I can’t deny that it was challenging to really spank her, but I am determined to steer her right and improve my marriage.

Domestic Discipline Growing Up In It

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 couples kissing. We didn’t talk about it. It was just assumed it happened.

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.

Again, that’s just us.

I’m proud to be an obedient, disciplined wife.

I’m proud to be an obedient, disciplined wife. It’s not always easy, but the right thing never is. It is our sacred duty to submit. Obviously, you should be proud! I have no qualms about saying I can’t go to a certain place because he won’t let me. I get put on restriction. I have to call my girlfriend’s and tell them.

I told Sean that was embarrassing. So, my master called the husbands to tell their wives.

It’s a give and take.

And I’m proud to call my husband master and sir. He works hard and takes care of me. I even love showing the extent of my submission with punishments some women might call humiliating.

But I don’t think there’s anything humiliating about demonstrating your devotion.

Spanking: Discipline or Foreplay?

The differences between a sexual spanking and one for discipline are fairly obvious. In the first, the wife has erred or made a mistake. Ideally, her husband clarifies why she is being spanked and get her consent. Corner time before or after is a good idea for a number of reasons. One of which is to differentiate between the two.

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.

Submitted by: Annabelle

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.

I Am in So Much Trouble

Sean is a jealous man. One of the reasons he makes me wear onesies all day is he knows I won’t go anywhere without calling and asking permission to dress myself and leave the house.

I know I was bad. An old friend of mine, non-DD, called and asked me to meet her for lunch at a bar and grill. I didn’t call him for permission because I knew he’d say no.

I put on a skirt and went to meet her. And he drove by and saw my car. I didn’t think it was him because he didn’t come inside for half an hour. He was fuming. I stood up to explain. He told me not to say a word, just take off my skirt. Then he sat down and put me on his lap to feed me. But it wasn’t sweet like at home. And my friend had her mouth open.

Sean said,”You dressed without permission. You left the house without permission and you know it upsets me not to know where you are. You are at a place I would never allow you to go without me with a non-DD girlfriend. Am I not a good husband and a loving, fair master? Do I deserve to be disobeyed and disrespected like this.”

I said “No, Sur,” and started to cry but he was unmoved. He told me my punishment was going to be severe and lengthy. He made me walk in front of him out of the restaurant and hold my head up so I could see everyone looking at me. In the parking lot, I asked him if I could go to the bathroom. He said that he’d gone home to get the paddle and diapers and he would change me in the car after my spanking. I had to grab my ankles while he undid my onesie. And my bottom hurts so bad I’m glad I’m in diapers for a week.

As soon as he put my diaper on me, I needed another one. He said, “You’re not even ready for big girl panties and you think you can dress yourself and go out without permission to a place with a woman when I don’t approve of either. Don’t say another word unless it’s ‘Yes, Sir,’ I mean it, Caroline. I do not ever recall being this angry with you.”

After we got home, he told me to call all my friends. He said, “Say ‘MY HUSBAND has put me on restriction indefinitely and not to call you until you called them. They were all DD so they wanted to know what I did.” Then he told me to go wait in the bathroom until he calmed down. After he undressed me, I got on my knees and begged his forgiveness. He was unmoved. He said, “I don’t want to hear it, Caroline. Since you’re already on your knees, crawl to the tub and climb in.” The water was too hot. And he wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either. I’ve been sent to bed four hours early. This post is all I’m allowed to do besides think about what I did.

He said, “You are in diapers and nothing else for a week except poker night when you can wear your apron. You will not speak to or even look at a man. You will stand in the corner after serving the snacks. You will say, ‘Master, I need a fresh diaper’. You will spend every second you’re not busy in you’re playpen because clearly I can’t let you out of my sight. I suggest you be extremely submissive because I am very close to hiring a baby sitter for the week. And this time she will change and spank you.”

I HATE babysitters.

I don’t know what got into me. I get punished for mistakes like sloppy housework or forgetting to look at him for approval before speaking to a man. But I never just flat out disobey my husband. And it’s not just that he’s angry. He’s hurt. He knows I know how important those rules are to him. I know how jealous he is. It’s my job to see he’s not tormented by it. And I can’t even love on him and tell him I’m sorry because he’s too angry. It’s awful and lonely and I not only feel like a terrible wife, but I’m also terrified of making a mistake and getting a babysitter.

So, Ladies, if you have a wonderful but strict and jealous husband like mine, don’t disobey him.

It’s so not worth it.

Sean said, “Sneaking out, breaking the dress code and associating with someone you are forbidden to see are the actions of a child. You have lost your privileges any and all adult privileges. Diapers keep you home because I know how I tape them and will know if you’ve removed them. You are in your play pen because you betrayed my trust and I have to keep my eye on you at all times.” I’ve said it before but my husband is a punishment genius!

Submitted by: Caroline

The Importance of Rituals

In my small Christian community, women are raised to obey their husbands. And men are taught to be firm but loving authoritarians. My father in law told my husband never to spank me in anger. He said to send me to a corner until he calmed down.

It also gives me a chance to think about what I have done so I want to be punished. He has me say why I am being punished, pulls my pants down and bends me over. After my spanking, he rubs my bottom with lotion and tells me he doesn’t like to hurt me. It’s his responsibility to make sure I’m a good girl and asks if I understand.

I say Yes Sir. He has me step out of my pants so they don’t sting my bottom. And I am bottomless until he tells me when I can cover it and with what

All of that: the corner time, the admission of guilt, submission to punishment, the aftercare and waiting for permission to cover-up makes the difference between simple discipline and loving correction from someone to whom a woman truly believed she belongs.

You can tell the difference because you feel better afterwards instead of worse.

Submitted by: Anabel

Know Your HOH

Some punishments last longer than a spanking and corner time…like overspending or getting a speeding ticket. Sean has called me his little girl since high school. And he takes every opportunity to make me look like one.

First diapers, then onesies. Then he found a website with little girl clothes for grown women.

In our DD community, husbands don’t allow us to speak with punished wives until their punishment is over. Some women are ordered to sit at their husband’s feet. Others have to spend the meeting in the corner. I have to wear frilly dresses and sit on my husband’s knee

I’m ashamed it took so long to occur to me.

Why am I forcing my husband to only get what he wants when he punishes me? I should be doing it because he likes it. So I got online and ordered more practical but still very little girl clothes. He came home and I was wearing one complete with pigtails. He was confused.

“What did you do?” He assured I misbehaved.

“I bought some dresses I knew you liked cuz you’re the best husband in the whole world.”

He was so happy. What happened next is not something a lady discusses.

But dressing like this is very freeing. People don’t bat an eye when I call him Sir or he sends me to bed. Even spankings aren’t as shocking.

But the best part is when people ask me about it. I get to say I dress to please my husband, actually, he dresses me. Sean looks so proud.

Now, we need another way to show I’m being shamed in DD group. But that’s nothing compared to making my husband so pleased and proud. Like one of my shirts says, “I live to please my master.”

And I do.

Submitted by: Caroline

Public Punishment

My husband is so proud of himself. He has found a garment that makes my bottom more accessible, is suitable for the shaming punishment I need, makes me feel utterly submissive 24/7 and can be used in public.

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!

Submitted by: Caroline

The Psychology of Punishment

I am a disciplined wife who has studied the psychology of punishment in order to be the wife God meant me to be.

Ordered nudity or partial nudity as a form of punishment has been a practice for hundreds of years. Exposure and vulnerability inspires submissiveness. And when the order is delivered by her husband, it makes the wife want to seek her husband’s approval through obedience, affection and proper self-subjugation to her sovereign. It reinforces the roles and reminds her that her body belongs to her husband to pleasure and punish at his will. The costume of a submissive such as a diaper, little girl dresses or a maids uniform is equally or more effective.

That is the husband’s responsibility: to instil submission, obedience, dependency and the proper respect and deference to her husband.

My husband dresses me in clothing that keeps my bottom exposed while we’re home alone. When he enters the room, I bend over presenting myself out of submission and always get a hard smack. I take off his shoes at the end of the day and sit at his feet while he plays with my hair. I use submissive language never calling him by his name, only Sir. I present the implement for punishment. And of course, I ask permission for everything.

When he has me strip to my underwear for punishment or a lecture, I hand my clothes to him and he tells me I can have them back when he decides. Our friends have never seen him spank me, but they have heard him order me to the bedroom to strip, bend over and wait for the paddle. Though just being around us its obvious who makes the rules and who follows them. I still call him Sir and ask permission for everything.

I never disrespect or disobey my husband. But I do get punished for not getting off the phone as soon as he walks in the door, sub-standard housework, and cursing or using language he finds unladylike. But because of our way of life, I rarely get punished.

This is the husband’s responsibility. If he instils submissiveness and obedience in a loving but firm manner, he is almost certain to get a submissive and loving wife.

Submitted by: Annabelle

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