Spanking

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

Beyond Spanking

If you read my last story, you know my husband put me in diapers so I wouldn’t wake him getting up at night and punishment, then out and now back in.

That’s not what this is about.

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.

But there’s more.

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.

If you read my last story, you know my husband put me in diapers so I wouldn’t wake him getting up at night and punishment, then out and now back in.

That’s not what this is about.

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 there’s more.

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 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.

It won’t happen again.

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My husband and I have practised Domestic Discipline since long before it was given a name

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.

But I’m starting to wonder if my husband and I are the only ones who employ means other than spanking. It started out that way. But we both like it when he spanks me. So it wasn’t much of a deterrent.

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.

We kept those.

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.

Or maybe it’s just us.

Emotional Effects Of Being Disciplined

I feel vulnerable and helpless when my husband spanks me but it is not being spanked that causes these feelings. These are the Emotional Effects Of Being Disciplined.
No, the feelings of being vulnerable and helpless are evoked at the latest when he reprimands and lectures me so it becomes embarrassingly clear that by misbehaving I foolishly ventured out of my safety zone and excluded myself from the safety, order and harmony within my limits.
Limits naturally are limiting and at times even the most reasonable limits seem annoyingly limiting. Sometimes it is alluring to transgress and escape the trammels of rules and manners and good behaviour norms and occasionally the temptation to deviate just a little and just in this situation becomes overwhelming. It is incredible how easy it can be to come up with silly and dubious excuses as well as convincing myself that in this case, it is risk-free and not really a problem to overstep my limits and deviate from the rules and good manners that usually regulate my behaviour.

Of course and though it does not seem so at the time, yielding to the temptation and believing in my own beforehand hazy excuses and unrealistic evaluation of risk is foolish and naive. Not only the risk of being caught misbehaving is usually much bigger than overly optimistically anticipated but worse is that transgressing behaviour and decorum often have unforeseen and bigger problems than imagined and then the feeling of being vulnerable and helpless really becomes acute long before I am reprimanded and lectured about my irresponsible, immature and naughty behaviour.

It is a terribly embarrassing situation to be in and also a situation characterised by the frightened thoughts it causes when the unforeseen consequences of my misbehaviour make it dawn on me that my deviation from acceptable behaviour was not as risk-free and innocent as I foolishly had persuaded myself to believe.
Then it hits me like a hammer how silly and childish it is to impulsively put myself in a position of vulnerability, inadequacy and embarrassment by deliberately misbehaving and ignoring guidelines and rules in a foolish attempt to momentarily gain an unauthorised freedom and dubious pleasure. It hits me like a hammer because it with sudden shocking clarity makes me see how stupidly I abandoned the safety and good order and all the other benefits of being a good, well-behaved and compliant wife.
No matter if my deliberate misbehaviour is caused by a random impulse or if it is premeditated and calculated it still is intolerably naughty and inappropriate and what makes it also extremely foolish and childishly silly is that I know that there can never a valid excuse for it and the only explanations I have to offer is an inherent disposition to mischief and impulsiveness, also innate tendency to be carried away by the spirit of the moment and of course, the typical female traits such as emotional instability and constantly being a little disappointed with myself and my performance and feeling inadequate and guilty because of my imperfection.
I acknowledge that both the personal and the typically female treats make it natural and perhaps unavoidable that I occasionally cannot resist temptations to abandon my safety zone and deliberately transgress the boundaries, rules, manners and behaviour norms that I also in my own best interest am supposed to observe but it seems so unfair that it is like that.

It seems unfair because I fully understand and accept that I need to have rules and boundaries and to have to comply with my husband’s expectations. It is only right and natural and I really want to be good and a both beneficial and enjoyable wife so why is it also natural and unavoidable that I at times simply cannot resist a tempting opportunity to misbehave?

Both emotionally and intellectually I appreciate my husband’s headship and his quite strict and authoritarian leadership style very much and I know that I am most happy and content when I am dutiful and compliant so my husband is pleased with me and approving of my behaviour and attitude. We all have sorrows and disappointments in our lives and life would not even be really complete and fulfilling without also some adversity and disappointments but basically, I am happy, have a fulfilling life and feel that I, without having deserved it, have been very privileged.

Also to have a husband whom I truly love and who loves me and who also is a good, devoted, caring and responsible Head of Household, a solid and reliable authority who commands respect and obedience and whenever needed is a firm disciplinarian I experience as a privilege.
My husband and I are devoted to each other, share many interests and share basic values and though we as any other couple from time to time have disagreements and conflicts has our marriage always been happy. We respect each other’s roles in the marriage and are happy with our individual roles that seem natural to us. Because we have no power struggle so our disagreements and problems usually not allowed to escalate into conflicts but when we have conflicts they are swiftly solved.
I can trust my husband to perform his duties as Head of Household carefully, responsibly, consistently and also firmly, He rules with a steady hand and though he is strict he is certainly not a despot or bully but a husband who has given me safety and order and even freedom from many problems and responsibilities that would have burdened and annoyed me if we subscribed to the concept of equality.

It suits me very well and is experienced as a big privilege that my husband is the unquestioned Head of Household, governs with authority, runs things smoothly and steadily, handles our finances, taxes, insurance, investments and pension plans etcetera well without me needing to have an opinion in these matters, looks after me and enforces order and discipline with the necessary firmness also when I deserve to be punished.

So I am very satisfied with my marriage, with my enjoyable and fulfilling life and with being kept in line and disciplined as I agree is his husbandly duty to do.
As all women, I can be annoyed and petulant when I cannot have things my way but I really have no reason for serious discontent or dissatisfaction.
So why is it that I sometimes and quite deliberately misbehave and defy the limits, rules and decorum that I actually am happy with?

I wonder if it is not simply a fundamental aspect of the female nature to be misbehaving because we need to regularly be reassured of the man’s headship and authority.
When I misbehave and my husband spanks my bottom black and blue I cry my eyes out and endure horrible pain but not only does a sound and thorough spanking at least for a while improve my behaviour and attitude but it also always strengthens the bonding between us and increases my respect and devotion for him. It is strangely satisfying to be aware, that the reason why my bottom for days after the punishment is sore and throbbing, is that my husband gave me the spanking I deserved. A proper spanking causes dreadful pain and lots of discomforts but it is a big positive influence on my behaviour and it confirms that my husband is in authority.
It is undeniable that one of the things that make our marriage so beneficient and satisfying for both my husband and me is that he without reluctance or hesitation spanks me thoroughly whenever I misbehave and deserve punishment. That he does it is part of what makes him a wonderful husband and the spankings certainly make me a better woman and wife.

I do not think that I in this am very different from women in general so I dare to say that a lot of wives would be happy and the number of divorces would decrease drastically if more husbands took on them the heavy burden of responsibilities that come with headship and being authorities and disciplinarians.

This post was submitted By Karin

Emotional effects of a spanking

For the last three days, we have gotten lots of rain. It has kept me from getting on with my gardening projects, and every day the dog and I came home wet and dirty from the riding club. I guess that is what made me moody and sullen so I forgot my manners and behavior. My husband expects me not to forget the respect I owe him.

It began in the bakery where I took out my bad mood on the baker’s slow and incompetent maid. Outside the bakery, my husband rebuked me and reminded me sternly about how I am supposed to behave. He had good reason to do this because I had been naughty but I was annoyed and grumpy so instead of apologizing and adjusting my attitude, I gave him an impertinent answer. The moment I had done it I knew that I was in deep trouble. I wished I had kept my mouth shut. Although I know him well enough to know that I did not need to fear him losing his temper and scolding or slapping me openly in public, my husband’s facial expression was enough to make me shiver and nervously clench my buttocks. Sternly he told me that my attitude was unacceptable so I should go and sit and wait for him in the car. When we got home we would have a serious talk about my behavior.

I was both ashamed and frightened, so I hastily obeyed. Since childhood it has been my habit when feeling the need to emphasize humble obedience, to reflexively give a quick curtsey before hastily and with head bowed, going to the car.

My husband had a few errands to run in the mall, so I had to wait half an hour or so before he returned. That is a long time to sit alone and reflect on the disadvantages of being naughty and speaking in haste without thinking first. I knew that my husband was going to punish me. I could not disagree that my naughty behavior warranted punishment and that I needed a severe spanking. I was ashamed, frightened and nervous.

The atmosphere during the drive home was unpleasant, and though we did not speak at all, There was no doubt that my husband was displeased with me and intended to teach me a lesson I would not soon forget.

We arrived home, brought our purchases in and, as soon as we had put them on the table, my husband demanded an explanation for my “intolerably bad behavior”. I hate this kind of conversation. I was aware of having behaved intolerably but still, it does not make explanations easier when my behavior before I even begin to explain is labelled “intolerably bad”. Questions like; “Do you not know that you are supposed to speak to people in a polite and considerate way?” and “Why do you not do so?” make me feel worse. I know the final question will be; “When you admit being naughty, impertinent and disobedient you can perhaps tell me what you now deserve?” Of course, I know the answer to the question and typically I have known it from the start but it is frightening and embarrassing to answer.

I have been in this unpleasant situation and had this embarrassing conversation many times and it is stressful. To someone witnessing the situation would seem that I stood in front of my husband like a naughty little school girl but this is not how it feels to me. I never feel like a little girl but am well aware of the fact that I am an adult who still has a lot to learn about how to behave. I am a grown woman who should know better than being as naughty as I have been. No matter what I have done wrong I am always very ashamed when my husband has to correct and rebuke me. It makes me feel guilty and deserving of punishment.

The embarrassing questions and reprimands are lengthy, it causes great emotional distress and makes me cry more out of shame than fear of the upcoming punishment.

This time, the questioning, lecturing and reprimanding did not go on for long. But being sent in disgrace to the car and waiting there had also provided healthy reflection resulting in guilty feelings and shame. It was almost a relief when I was told to go and fetch the strap from its hook on the inside of the broom cupboard door. Having my naughtiness and failure to behave described and elaborated on in embarrassing detail affects me a lot emotionally and I always experience it as a deeply unpleasant part of my punishment. It is so emotionally troubling and makes me shamefully aware of being a naughty and wayward woman. It also causes me to experience a need for the actual punishment. The fact that I deserve to be punished soundly and thoroughly is made clear to me and I need it not just as correction and behavior adjustment but also as atonement that can relieve me of guilt. I am already at this point, genuinely contrite. There must be a severe and tangible deliverance of punishment to ensure improved behavior.

I brought the strap from the cupboard, gave a humble curtsey when I handed it to my husband and then I obediently stood behind the chair. I lifted up my skirt so that he could pull down my knickers before I assumed the position bending over the chair back and clinging with my hands to the seat.

I did not know how many whacks I would get. He always continues to spank me until he decides that I have gotten what I deserve. Except for the number of whacks to anticipate I knew exactly what would happen. I dreaded it, and with good reason. He would not dream of warming up my bottom with some slaps with his hand or light lashes with the strap. It is punishment and every whack is meant to inflict considerable pain. He wields the strap forcefully from start to finish. He spanks steadily and systematically without ever letting my tears or desperate twisting and kicking affect him.

If I struggle and wrench too hysterically he puts his hand on my neck and holds me down. But the strap continues to work on my bare bottom, regardless. The first whack has a shocking effect on me and it is the first of what seems to be a never-ceasing rain of forceful whacks that causes fierce pain and burns deep into my flesh. Quickly the pain is building up to what seems unbearable and drives me to desperation. I cry and twist and kick uninhibited without caring how childishly and undignified I act. All the time I naively think that it cannot get any worse but this does not prevent him from bringing the strap down continuously increasing the painful blaze on my bottom.

The strap hits all over my bottom, but mostly it focuses on the fleshy lower half of my buttocks and on my upper thighs. That area always gets thoroughly thrashed so it is burning intensively long after the spanking ends. It is also sore and throbbing for days after. I thought that the punishment would never end and at times during the spanking I acted hysterically. Eventually it was over and the strap finally stopped dancing on my bare bottom.

I still cried, and my bottom was glowing red and ached and throbbed, but at least it didn’t get worse. I was permitted to pick my knickers from the floor, I had kicked them off during the spanking, and then go to the bathroom and freshen up. It took me some time to compose and stop crying, and the burning pain on my bottom abated only slowly. I was very aware that I had been thoroughly punished for my misbehavior and the soreness and pain would last for some time to come.

Emotionally I was now much better off than before. During the spanking, the dreadful pain was so overwhelming that it alone occupied my mind but afterwards, the emotional impact of the spanking became dominant and though I naturally was not jubilant, I was far from despondent and in low spirits. My glowing red, aching and throbbing bottom caused me great discomfort and would for some time continue. I had been burdened by shame and guilt because I was naughty and now I had been thoroughly punished as I deserved. The fierce pain on my bottom made me very aware of having been punished but the dreadful pain I had endured and was still suffering the aftermath of also made me aware that I had got the punishment I deserved and needed. I had atoned for my misbehavior and now was given a fresh start.

This was emotionally satisfying. The pain was still intense and caused me to whimper. The spanking though highly unpleasant, was not only the natural and righteous consequence of my naughtiness but also as a positive influence on me. It had cleared me of guilt and it had humbled me and made me a better woman who would not soon forget my manners and the respect I owe not only my husband but also other people. I was not proud of having misbehaved so that I deserved to be spanked. I wished that I could have avoided the punishment altogether. But I fully acknowledged that the spanking had been deserved and needed and would have a very positive effect on me and my attitude and behavior.

My husband takes his husbandly duties seriously and also as a disciplinarian always makes sure to do the job properly. A little spanking or a light spanking is not practiced in our home. Spankings are always severe, and if needed they are very severe. The embarrassing stern questioning and lecturing before the spanking is also part of the important aftermath. My husband always spanks me again at least for a couple of days. My bottom is so sore that there is no risk of me forgetting having been naughty and getting punished as I deserved.

Although it at the moment would be a relief if my husband only spanked me leniently I no doubt soon would feel strangely dissatisfied and unfulfilled. Furthermore, it would make me feel insecure if my husband was permissive and lenient so I no longer could rely on him to be the immovable authority that keeps me in line and ensures order, stability and harmony within safe boundaries.

Exactly how this insecurity and such negative emotions would make me behave I cannot say and I hope that I will never find out. I am sure that the bad influence on my attitude as well as my mood would soon be obvious.

It is a fact that being kept in line, being held accountable for my misbehavior and consistently being spanked severely when I deserve punishment all is a very positive influence on me.

Acknowledging the positive effects of getting my bare bottom spanked soundly and thoroughly when I misbehave also means that the aftermath does not cause bad emotions bad mood. It is true that it is not exactly pleasant when my bottom is sore and aching after a spanking and I at least for a couple of days have to give up riding my horse, give up riding my bicycle, be careful when I sit down and must expect the smoldering pain to blaze up if I move without caution but this is only a physical and not an emotional discomfort. My thoughts and emotions during these times naturally reflect that my sore bottom constantly reminds me of having got a well-deserved spanking for being naughty. Then it comes naturally that my thoughts are focused on my misbehavior and the punishment. I reflect on how why and I misbehaved, how foolishly childish I behaved, how my bad behavior made it necessary for my husband to discipline me, how ashamed I was, etc. But what all these and many other thoughts are coming to is this: The satisfied knowledge of having been punished as I deserved, increased respect for and faith in my husband, gratefulness that I am well looked after and kept accountable for my misbehavior and finally a deeply satisfying feeling of content, security, harmony and order. The days when my sore bottom keeps reminding me of my misbehavior and its painful consequences give me a chance to both intellectually and emotionally consider every aspect of the punishment and why I deserved it and what I should learn from the painful experience. It helps me to fully comprehend how much I deserved the spanking and how beneficial it is for me that my husband does not hesitate to give me a sound and thorough bare bottom thrashing when I misbehave and fail to behave so he can be pleased with me.

Spank Your Wife Safely

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.

The most satisfying part of spanking your TiH

The most satisfying part of spanking your TiH is knowing that after you have disciplined your wife and wiped the slate clean your wife will be guilt and stress-free.

Often when your TiH acts up, gets sassy or breaks one of your rules because they are stressed. They have reached a stage where everyday things are getting on top on them, or they are struggling to cope with an issue, and as a result, they break a rule, get sassy and act up. They require a reset; in other words, they need a spanking.
When you issue a punishment spanking and see it through and press their reset button, the spanking release all the pent-up stress.
They will not enjoy the spanking and will be very emotional afterwards. But once your wife has calmed down, she will feel refreshed, relaxed, and happy.

A Spanking Is Not always The Answer

A Spanking is not always the answer

Sometimes a hug and “I Love You” will do more good.
As HoH, you need to learn when to discipline and when to hug, not every transgression should end in punishment, you have to take the time to understand why your partner did what they did.

Do not act in haste think about what has happened and why it happened and then don’t spank them just because you can.
As HoH, you have to treasure your partner’s submission and trust if you spank without a justified reason and just for your gratification, then you will soon lose their trust and respect.

Never Forget How Important The Aftercare is

As HoH, it is your place to provide aftercare after you have given a punishment.

You will need to learn when to give your TIH alone time to calm down and when it is best to hold them and tell them you love them.
Two punishments will never be the same, and you will have to react each time differently. Sometimes your TIH will not want you near them after the punishment session. They could be very emotional and are entitled to have time to process why they punished and how they feel about what they did to earn the punishment.

Other times they will want is to be held and told how cherished they are, sometimes they may even need you to talk to them and explain why their behaviour was unacceptable and that you had no option but to discipline them.

Once a punishment has administered, the slate should then be wiped clean, and there should be no need to keep bringing up the issue.

Domestic Discipline Testing His Word

Recently I was contacted by a married woman who has entered the Domestic Discipline lifestyle with her husband this year. Everything is very new to them still, but she did have a question at the back of her mind. She knew her husband enjoyed the unique lifestyle and knew that he would not / did not hesitate to dish out the punishments when required.

Her question was. Should her husband stop spanking her if she withdrew her consent, and what would be the effect on the relationship?. The issue played on her mind more and more so during a recent argument in the heat of the moment; she withdrew her permission, which she regretted straight away. Still, she now had to satisfy her curiosity and see what his reaction would be.

True to his word, he did not even try to spank her, and there was a very uneasy atmosphere between them. The situation carried on longer than she expected, it was like somebody had built an invisible wall between them, she could tell he was not happy, but he never tried to persuade her to change her mind. They carried on with a more vanilla marriage for three weeks. Eventually, she told him they had to talk; she said to him she was grateful that he had respected her wishes, but she could not understand why he had not tried to change her mind.

He told her he had given his word that she could stop living the lifestyle it at any time and if there was to be any chance of this Domestic Discipline lifestyle working her husband knew that she had to know he every word he had said.

A question she had for me was “was I right to test my husband like this”.
I think yes she was entirely right to do this, the gift of submission is a very special gif, and you need to know without a doubt that you have given it to the right person.
Each relationship is different, and we must always do what is right for us. If you feel you need to test your HoH, you must do so, but you also, owe it to them to fully explain why you did what you did and assure them that this will not be a regular thing.

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