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.
