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The Sister-in-Law KNOWS

Aunt Kay,

Thanks for your site. My wonderful wife and I were introduced to it by her sister after my wife left me and I enlisted her sisters help to get us back together. Following my sister in laws advice, we worked out a new lifestyle. In six short months my wife has become an enthusiastic and accomplished disciplinarian, despite considerable trepidation on both our parts to start with. Before, I would realize that I had done something to hurt or annoy her, and spend days trying to put it right. It's different now When I see that certain look on her face, I know I'm in for it. My stomach starts to churn, and all I can think is "please not the cane. Please let it not be the cane". I know that no matter what implement she chooses, I'm shortly going to be hollering and begging her to stop, but I dread the cane like nothing else. She certainly errs on the side of strictness, and I hate everything about our discipline sessions, but it got me my wife back, and she's happier now than she ever was before, so I'm not complaining. Keep it up.

Crack That Crop

Dear Aunt Kay;

Oh I think I'm in for it tonight. We've had company for a while here and she only had a chance to try her new riding crop once before they showed up and I think my behavior has been pretty bad, so I'm guessing it's going to get a workout tonight. She was just working it lightly last time and it had a rather pleasant spat that didn't even make me jump but I've got a feeling that if she really cranked on it I'd be jumping. "Men!" she was saying this last time in a tone that spoke volumes. Got me thinking that yes we are perhaps some exasperating creatures-like I don't do housework, I'm loud and prone to macho swaggering, and I have a host of other habits I know she finds annoying. Ah well, get to pay for it all tonight and love every minute of it. Weird-and if my buddies ever found out ... well they never will so that's the end of that. If all women were to justly punish their men for loutish behavior and the like they wouldn't need chairs for men I suppose, but guys without a disciplinary wife don't know what they are missing! People are always saying what sane and balanced people we both are and I attribute a lot of it to these periodic and dramatic reversals of the traditional roles. I believe it tends to even things out.

Love; DJ

Happy Travelers

Just back from the magical southwest after a wondrous journey through that area of awesome natural features. People have been asking what the highlight of the trip was for me and I can't really tell them. I can however, tell you. We were driving through the Alpine country and found a lonely little timber road. We parked the car and I noticed that my wife loaded the hairbrush into the backpack. We then started out through the pines tapping walking sticks so as not to surprise any wild life. We found the most beautiful little mountain clearing and She decided that this was to be the spot. There was no where to sit for OTK, so She had me drop my jeans and grab my ankles. She paused before commencing work and for a while I felt the eager mountain airs caressing my hungry keister. Then the spanking started. She was throwing the wood with purpose that day and I did do some jumping and yelping. She decides when to stop any more and She did give me ten heavily wound up cracks I could have done without. But I guess it was worth it because for the rest of the day I felt a rosy glow unlike anything I've experienced before. "How's your bottom?" She asked me as we dined. "Radiant!" I answered. (As was that evening in the motel room.)

The Hairbrush Starts Here

Dear Aunt Kay,

Thanks for the advice. I'm going to give Arthur his first session tonight.

I'm a little nervous, but thanks to all the good stuff on your site, not nearly as nervous as I could be. I just wish I could get hold of your manual *before* I started, but we're in the Europe for a few more weeks and I don't trust the international postal service to get it here before we go. I bet it's got loads of good stuff in it.

I hope people notice the improvement in Arthur's behavior when we get back. He really *is* a little boy at times, despite the fact that he's 35.

I'm going to do as you suggested, and start off slowly. I'm sure I'll get enough feedback. He's bound to try to take it without letting on it hurts (you know, the macho thing), so by the time he begins to really wriggle, I'll know I've made an impression. I've got a beautiful big wooden hairbrush that I found in an antique shop here.

Honestly, as well as the nerves, I can't remember the last time I was so excited. It's strange really, until about two years ago I'd never even thought about spanking a man. I'll certainly let you know how it goes, your site has been so valuable in helping me put my dream into reality. I feel a bit like a schoolgirl again. I noticed that one of the people who had a story on your site made a rule that there was to be no sex afterwards. That's not a rule I'll be making!!! (smile)

Love, Ingrid

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Dear Aunt Kay,

!!!!!!! I've just had one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life.

I won't go into detail, because you obviously know *just* what the delights of spanking are. I had to tell you though, that if it hadn't been for some advice on one of your pages, the whole thing could have turned into an embarrassing disaster.

I'd sent Arthur off to have a shower, and told him not to bother getting dressed as I was going to give him his spanking. I couldn't interpret the expression on his face, but he went off upstairs. I gave him ten minutes, then went up and told him finish up, dry off and get himself into the bedroom.

I settled myself on the bed (he's 6,' and quite muscular, so I thought I'd try that position first), with my hairbrush at my side.

After a couple of minutes he came in looking a little sheepish. I told him to come and stand in front of me, and lectured him about his problem areas. He stood there sort of sullenly, and I thought I might be in for some trouble getting him across my knee. (I'd worried about this for some time.) I tapped my leg with the hairbrush, and told him to get into position, but he just stood there like a big lummox.

This is where the advice on your site proved *so* useful. If I hadn't read it, I think I would have blown it by either loosing my temper, or starting to plead with him to do as he was told. Instead, I had the plan well worked out in my mind, and I just got up and gave him an almighty whack on the back of each thigh. He wasn't expecting *that*, and yelped at the sudden sting, but I just went round to his front, looked him straight in the eye and said in the coolest most menacing voice I could , "When I tell you to get across my knee, you do it." He looked quite startled, but when I sat down and tapped my knee again, he got into position quite quickly.

After that I followed your other instructions 4 - 4 - 8, and then begin in earnest. After I had given him those 8, and he hadn't tried to wriggle off my lap, I knew that I was now a disciplinary wife!

I wasn't too severe, by the end his bottom and the tops of his thighs were a deep ruby red, but today there was very little marking, so I suppose I didn't get it *quite* right. Next time I'll try harder strokes, and perhaps a slightly slower delivery. I made him stand in the corner for about ten minutes afterwards, then we had a truly memorable time. We had another this morning!

He's gone off to work now, but I just had to thank you. I think that section about what to do if they won't play ball should be underlined in RED.

Love, Ingrid

South Of The Border

Dear Kay,

I live in S. America and am married to a beautiful woman who administers regular spankings whenever she thinks I have misconduct or disobeyed her. Although she has always dominated me orally from the beginning of our relationship, she has just come to spanking one year ago. I think this was the natural consequence of her dominance. She realized that only domination was not sufficient and that a good spanking could make her achieve her objectives more efficiently.

The first time she spanked me was when we went to a party organized by her cousin. I started saying some silly jokes about the stories she was telling to a group of friends. She immediately told me to shut up, in such an authoritative way that everybody was frozen, including me. I didn't know where to hide. I just tried a silly smile and began talking about something else.

When we left the party she remained in silence till we reached the car. Once inside she told me, with a finger at my face, that I had exceeded her patience and that she would give me a spanking when we got home. Those words had a strange impact on me, a mix of pleasure, since I always secretly wished she would spank me.

After entering our home, she put her bag on the table and went to our bedroom after me. There she took off her high-heeled sandals and, without further advice, started spanking me with the leather sole. She was very furious, and after some swats I could just ask "Please, honey, no more, I'm sorry. Please, stop!" but she just coldn't stop until her rage had vanished. After having printed a lot of red marks, she told me to take my pants down and lay on her lap, with my bare bottom up. She applied the hardest spanking I have ever had in my life. In 38 years I could never suppose that a spanking in the bare bottom could sting so much.

When she finally finished, she said, still holding the sandal in her hand and pointing it at me, that from now on, things would be different in our relationship. Whenever I misconduct myself or didn't follow her orders, I could expect a similar treatment. She made it very clear that she would not allow arguments from me and that any disobedience would be punished with a spanking.

That has been our routine. I receive at least two spankings a month, some lights, some very severe, after which I always finish in tears. The "touch of art" in those severe spankings is that she always use the sole of her high-heeled shoes, which is a very sexy component in the ritual, and that I hardly see described in the stories of US residents, which usually use hairbrushes.

I think this is because of the difference between the cultural heritage of United States and us. Here in my country, when we are punished by our mothers in the childhood, a slipper is always used, never a hairbrush. This fact, joined with the sexy appeal that a high-heel adds to every woman, in my point-of-view, is much more exciting to be spanked with shoes than with hairbrushes. Sorry for my bad English.


A Loving Spoonful

Dear Aunt Kay:

Last night as we were getting ready to go out to a fund-raiser for our son's school, a friend called for directions to the soiree. Renee and I were in the kitchen and the kids were shooting baskets in the driveway.

The friend, who talks to Renee frequently, asked a direct question from which I inferred she knew of a problem our son had been having at school. I answered her with a factual statement of what the assistant principal had told me, and my wife's eyes burned into me for disclosing this. I defensively told Renee what the friend had said and explained that "I thought she knew."

Renee reached for the heavy wooden spoon and said, "Get off the phone right now. Ask her not to breathe a word of it and get to the bedroom." I am sure our friend heard every word.

In the bedroom, Renee said very angrily, "We won't have the house to ourselves tomorrow morning (Sunday is our usual private morning), but we do right now. Get those pants down and get over my knee."

Well, it didn't take long, but it was memorable. The spoon fell full force about 25 to 30 times, with continuous scolding about what a big mouth our friend has and how could I be so thoughtless and so forth. She put me in the corner and we were both breathing like we had run a race.

When I went to get dressed a few minutes later, I could see the imprint of the spoon head so clearly I could have counted the exact number of swats I had received. But I didn't want to do anything except get on with the evening.

And it was a great night. Renee had extirpated her anger completely. I had not even apologized although we both knew I had made a stupid mistake and that going over her knee was the best way to deal with it. There was nothing sexual at all, but love--well, love was all over the place, during the spanking, afterwards and all day today. We both knew that I probably deserved a harder and longer punishment, but we haven't spoken about it since, even though we have had many private opportunities.

She is really getting accustomed to using this power in a very positive way and there is no "topping from below" going on here. Yes, I still believe (except when I am actually getting it, of course) that she should give stronger doses, but she is strict and she is in charge. I don't have any choice but to present my bottom when she demands it, and we are definitely past the point of turning back the clock on that. I still want your help if she calls you, and I am grateful to you for your leadership in this important arena.

Most respectfully,


Note to Marvin

I can surely understand Renee's response in that situation. My hubby also got one of his "most memorable" spankings for unbecoming behavior in front of friends.

Aunt Kay

Four Letters from Del

Dear Aunt Kay;

We have never breathed a word about this to anyone, but my wife and I have dabbled in domestic discipline for years. Nothing much to start with-you understand, a few slaps here and there-but we did find out early on that I liked being chastised and she did not. Guess my ego and her aversion to anything resembling violence precluded this from being anything but a once in a blue moon bit of spice.

In the last couple of years this has changed. Like it seems as I became more secure and our relationship solidified so to do our willingness to push the envelope. It has been mostly me initiating these sessions and have had to explain to her that to me it is not violence at all.

Now the last couple of weeks have been something of an escalation. I'd barely recovered from the previous weekend's chastisement when I found myself craving another. I told my wife about it and she agreed to do me once we were done with shopping. Needless to say I was highly agitated marching through the store.

We got home and I immediately finished my work off, poured a drink and jumped in the bath tub. My wife remained totally clothed. I walked into the bedroom and there she sat on the official discipline chair; paddle, strap, and hairbrush in easy reach. I dropped the towel and for a while we just stared, then she motioned for me to go OTK.

She's getting frightfully good at this-like she knows right where to take me and she plays my fanny like a violin until she brings it to that perfect glow. It seems I'm going mystical at times. Like this last time I was having visions of the ancient Eleusian rites and other times I've had visions of Earth Goddesses. Not sure why this thing turns me on to such a cyclonic degree. Childhood might have something to do with it but I think it goes deeper than that. Throughout history there have been flagellant cults all over the world playing to some basic need in some people.

I know for a fact many guys are secretly turned on by the prospect of receiving spankings from their loved ones but will never admit it. It takes one incredible degree of trust to pursue this thing and a high degree of self assurance. But it seems ridiculous and it goes against every macho preconception there ever was. Which is maybe exactly the point. Letting someone else take over. Of being vulnerable. Of atonement or something like that.

I can't say this thing is for everyone, or even very many folks. I can say I've been walking around all week feeling strangely in touch.

Yours Truly, Del

Dear Aunt Kay,

I just talked to my goddess over the phone and is she mad at me! Hey I'm a man "and is not a man stupid?" Zorba the Greek said. Little bit of intemperance with the vodka bottle yesterday...hey! Boys will be boys! Well she's kind of P/O'ed and dropping some large hints about a paddling to come. Now that wooden thing hurts....Never wish too hard for a thing, you might actually get it. Before it was always me initiating the spankings, but now all of a sudden it's her bright idea. Think I've created a monster here. Should I refuse? No-it's all too titillating.

Love, Del

Dear Aunt Kay;

This is getting scary! SHE just called and said I was in for a paddling. The prospect makes me impossibly steamy but also a bit scared. This has never happened before and much as I like it, it's weird having HER call the shots. Two more hours to go!? Think I'll run out and buy her some flowers because from the sounds of it I'm in for a severe session. Butterflies in stomach and my blood rushing in my veins-feel like I did when I was 13 and that art teacher invited me out in the hall for some TLC with her ruler.

Love your site! Del

Dear Aunt Kay,

Now that was scary! She ate a little supper while the threat hung in the air like an Apache helicopter. Then she invited me into the bedroom. "Strip!" she ordered as she fished in the drawer for the instruments. Absolutely...There's something so magical about going over a my wife's lap. She started with the strap, which I like. Scary stuff started when she switched to the paddle and she was wielding it with a sense of purpose. "OW! OW! OW! Gosh your getting good with that thing, honey!" About 10 whacks in I relaxed and found myself arching for the wood, she's going to spank me to the color of Napa Valley Wine!. When she finally did let me up I was glowing in the dark. Don't think I'll be doing the drunken lout shtick again any time soon. She is getting good at this.

Love, Del

Other Ideas

Dear Aunt Kay,

When my wife and I decided to explore a DWC lifestyle, one of our concerns was our 5 year old son. We wondered how we were going to "practice" in-home discipline--especially corporal punishment--with a little one in the house. I'm sure other couples who have children have also had to deal with this issue. I would like to share one example of how my wife addressed this situation in our house.

First let me give you a bit of background. We are VERY new to the DWC concepts, having come across the DWC site only a few weeks ago. After discussing it, we drew up a contract and a list of 6 unacceptable behaviors (which result in "immediate" discipline) as well as a list of 12 lesser "infractions" which culminate in discipline. (Each one earns 1 "demerit" ... 3 demerits result in corporal punishment.) In addition, she has scheduled routine "training sessions" which serve to remind me who's in charge.

Now then, we had a "training session" scheduled for Monday, November 9th. I naturally assumed it would take place after our son was in bed and sleeping soundly. I would have bet just about anything that my wife was planning to walk into the living room right in the middle of Monday Night Football and discipline me at a most "inopportune" time. Well, she had OTHER ideas . .

Happy Spanking

Dear Aunt Kay

I won't bore you with the reasons we got into domestic discipline. I want you and your readers to know how it is at our house. Tim and I work in our own business. There are Times when he requires an attitude ad- justment. Here is how I do this. When the doors are locked, I sit at my desk, Tim stands beside me, I lecture him, and then he is required to bring me the cane, apologize for his behavior, and ask me to punish him. I have him bend over a chair, with bare bottom and proceed to deliver. This session takes about thirty minutes. I must assure you that each stroke is severe, and brings out a big red welt, he is usually crying after a good dozen. I inspect his bottom each morning after one of these spankings, if the welts disappear before three days, I know I wasn't severe enough.

At least once a month, we arrange to have the house to ourselves for a weekend, or we may go out of town to a hotel. I have told Tim that it is spanking day and he knows what is in store. For these prolonged sessions I have developed a ritual. When I am ready, I have Tim come to me. He will stand in front of me and I begin my lecture. What do I say? It goes like this. "You know Tim that in the last month I have had to spank you three times. I notice that after these spankings, you are very well mannered, so it seems to me that you could benefit from a day devoted to your correction. You are an adult male, but there is a little boy in you that needs to be spanked. Go to the bathroom and bring me my hairbrush." Tim brings the hairbrush and I have him lay across my lap. I bare his bottom and proceed with the brush, making sure that each cheek is crimson red. I use moderate strokes, but lots of them. the hairbrush lasts as long as my arm can endure.

Tim may or may not be brought to tears by the hairbrush, but the day has only started. He will thank me for the use of the hairbrush. We then will likely have lunch, after which I may read or watch television. Tim, meanwhile is required to bring out the cane and the leather belt I like so much. When I am ready, Tim is required to lay on the bed with a pillow under his stomach. I again bare his bottom and I use the belt. I deliver strokes from midway between his knees to the top of his buns. Tim will beg me to stop, cry, and plead for mercy. I only stop when I need to rest. When I am done his bottom is marked with belt lines that look like tire marks. Tim is always in tears by now. He will apologize to me, thank me for the belting and then we adjourn for our evening meal.

When we first got into spanking, it was at Tim's insistence. I made it clear that spanking was for punishment only and not a prelude to sex. (Although great sex has been a welcome side effect).

Happy spanking,



Hi Aunt Kay;

Well, as you know yourself, there are, indeed, people like us out here ... real, live lifestylers who do, indeed, practice domestic discipline. And, yes, we are, indeed, one of those couples. As I said in my letter, I don't really know why I'm this way, I just know that I am and decided to stop fighting it many years ago. I would never admit this to anyone I really know; heck, it took me all this time to write to you ... and you run a website on the subject.

Jane was going to leave me years ago because I was quite the "rowdy-about-town". Some friends of better judgment talked me into trying to keep her because she is, indeed, a wonderful woman and I was simply wrapped up in myself and my friends in town. So, once convinced that I should make amends, I went to her and asked her to forgive me and to help me because I didn't want to alienate life-long friends and I didn't want to move and I didn't want to lose her. She knew of my predilection for punishment and wondered aloud if I didn't just need some discipline. With some discipline, she thought, I could keep my friends and still go out with drinking buddies, but she would have some recourse, other than leaving, if I got out of line ... some way to express her displeasure and vent her anger. We decided to try it, and the rest is history.

As I said, I'm the one who makes the decisions around here, major ones notwithstanding ... we do those together; but I pay the bills and watch the budget, etc. In actuality, Jane is rather timid and somewhat of a recluse. She doesn't go out with friends much or anything, preferring to stay home and do crafts and sew things, etc. You'd never guess in a million years that she's the "disciplinary type". However, not unlike a mother bear whose cubs are in danger, a totally different side of her comes out when I've stepped over the line. I tease her now and again about her "Jekyll/Hyde" personality and she accepts it with a smile; that's the type of relationship we have.

So, we've lived our lives to date with me as the outgoing, affable husband and her as the introverted, quiet wife. I sometimes look at the neighbors and wonder what they'd think if they only knew that this quiet lady often takes her weeping and scared "little boy husband" across her knee and blisters his bare behind with a hairbrush. She's completely resolved to doing this "for my own good", but it also gives her a chance to take action on the anger that she feels for me ... and I'm sure it's her pent-up anger that allows her to punish me as severely as she does. Could I get up and get away? Of course I could. But I don't because I love her and I know that she loves me and this is the way that we choose to show it sometimes. Believe me, I don't like the spankings. They hurt like H and I cry hard and act like a little boy when I'm getting it. I know, however, deep inside that I deserve what I'm getting and, after it's all over and the main part of the fire is gone, I often reflect that the corporal punishment I receive is not nearly as bad as the pain in my heart would be should she ever leave me due to my occasionally errant behavior.

I'd love to see more letters, I hope you get some ... and feel free to use mine. Though I'm not all that proud that I get spanked, perhaps my letter would show others that this lifestyle helps to keep marriages together sometimes.



No Tears ... No Fears

Dear Aunt Kay:

I was particularly attracted to the "touch of class" that is obvious in your website. Because our interests are on the same page, I decided to write and let you know that there is a reality to all of's not all fantasy. I turned 43 years old, am Ivy League educated, professional, articulate, athletic, and (I've been told) attractive. My job is very demanding, hectic, and fast paced, but I do enjoy it. During leisure time, like most males, I love sports both to watch and play ... as a matter of fact I played football in college, if you can believe that! In any case, I am a very regular masculine guy, except for one area.

I guess it's because I am in a "controlling" position in my professional life that I tend to gravitate to a more "controlled" alternative life style in the domestic arena. I am in a loving and trusting relationships with a women which involves the corporal Victorian arts as both discipline and punishment. She is a nurse, who I met when I was in fellowship training, and we have been a couple for 2 years.

It all started very innocently one day when she playfully snapped a plastic ruler across my behind, as I was reaching for a chart. We began dating and the serious discipline evolved gradually as we became intimate and understood each other's souls. The first time I "came under" occurred when I ignored her modest request to be on time for a dinner engagement she had arranged with friends ... I really didn't want to be hemmed in by her schedule, and so I arrogantly played tennis instead, lost track of the time, and kept her waiting for 2 hours. She was absolutely FURIOUS ... LIVID is the word! When she verbally chastised me, I compounded things by being flippant and back-sassing her by making a wise, smart-mouthed remark, like "Shut up and relax". When I emerged from the shower wet and naked (a bad situation), she was waiting fully dressed in her heels with a wooden bathbrush in her right hand.

What happened after that is best described as a "religious experience". In a low and very scary voice she told me that I was never to back-talk her again, never to disobey her, never to keep her waiting, and that I was to be attentive to her needs. She looked right through me. She ordered me to turn around, place my hands on the edge of the sink, stand on my toes, arch my back and present my bottom for punishment. I inexplicably obeyed those orders, because somehow I knew that I needed to be punished. She snapped the flat side of that awful brush 40 times on my bare wet fanny and thighs. When I broke decorum and tried to protect myself with my hand, she told me to never get out of position again, as the brush revisited the same spots again and again. When it was over I was sobbing uncontrollably, and she watched me as I danced around the bathroom furiously trying to rub the sting from my cheeks.

Our relationship has thrived as a result of her guidance, she has built a very firm domestic structure, nurtured a matriarchal environment, and enforces her rules rigidly but fairly. They aren't unreasonable rules either ... just things that define respectful behavior between a woman and her man...punishable offenses included things like inattentiveness, cussing, disobedience, obnoxiousness, and macho attitude, and most especially, back-talk. I have household chores that have to be completed, or else. We have a "total obedience" understanding; in other words, without question I accept discipline from her whenever and wherever she feels I need it. She must have read articles about this business, because she also makes use of the very effective rituals that go hand-in-hand with hard bare-bottom spankings (ie. baring the bottom, kneeling in the corner, fetching the implement, asking for punishment before, thanking for punishment after, ridiculous costumes, soap in the mouth, assigned lines in a journal, announcing a spanking in a restaurant, and one "very special" witness). There are no "safe" words, and spanking sessions are frequent, prolonged and very severe ... always producing tears and promises to be good.

I wish I could say we were married and that this was a permanent relationship. There is no one I would rather be with, but our professional demands always threaten to separate us in the future. I guess life must be lived one day at a time.

Temper Tantrums

Hi, Aunt Kay,

Well, recently Mike had a little trouble with his attitude. You see he hates having changes in his routine or schedule. He always likes plenty of advance notice of events and hates to have something he is planning to be changed. But, he doesn't always communicate what his plans are to those around him. (Believe me, this is one area we are DEFINITELY working on.)

Well, he had planned something for last week, he was getting off early and wanted to make preparations for the next day when we were going to spend the day at a nearby park, relaxing. I didn't know he would be getting off early, but I knew we were planning the Saturday trip. Our daughter called Friday afternoon and said she had a problem with her car and wanted us to come up and help her. It wouldn't take long, I knew, but I have always made it a practice to never volunteer my husband without talking to him first -- even for relatives. So, I told her I would call her later and let her know what the plans were.

Well, Mike really had a little temper tantrum. He got off early and wanted to spend the time getting ready for Saturday. I let him rant a bit as we had company. But as soon as they left, I marched him upstairs and gave him a good paddling. I told him he had no business acting like a spoiled brat. And since he had, he was going to get just what a spoiled brat deserved -- a good tanning on the bare bottom. Believe me, he was a bit surprised. But, he took it. When it was over, he thanked me (as usual) and then called our daughter and told her that he and her brother would be up soon to help her out.

While they were doing that I went to the store and finished up the preparations for Saturday. We had a good day and there were no more problems. I wish we had started our activities with the DWC a long time ago. What a lot of wasted energy went into keeping the peace when plans had to be changed, or delayed before ... now, just a few minutes in the privacy of our room with a nice paddle and the problem is solved.

Another benefit, we recently realized, happened where Mike works. There was a lot of complaining from a couple of the men about the way some of the female employees act. They felt the women were being bossy and acting like they had more responsibility for things than they should or did. Mike said he realized that the women weren't bossy -- they were just being assertive and business-like in their dealings with the men and the men didn't know how to respond.

The other men wanted the women to be deferring to them -- the mighty males' egos couldn't handle women who know how to be in charge. Mike said he realized how much smoother things went when the women were there and in charge. Things got done on time, and if there was problem, they would check into it and would come back quickly with the answer.

Of course, things run more smoothly when women are in charge. They know how to set priorities and aren't afraid of asserting themselves when it is needed - instead of posturing and blustering.

Another thought came to mind. In chess, the most powerful piece is the Queen who can move in all directions.. the King just gets himself caught in a situation he can't get out of and the games ends because he is checkmated!

Good luck - hope to hear from you soon ... and will return with another update.


She Rules

Dear Aunt Kay,

I wish to report on my DWC relationship with my wife and how effective it is. My wife is a true DWC woman and her efforts work well because punishment spankings are relatively rare. However, when necessary, she heads for the kitchen (or sends me) to get the heavy wooden salad spoon. Thankfully, she is not as strict as most of the wives I read about on the DWC site. But her disciplinary spankings hurt plenty, and I try to avoid them. She spanks hard from the very beginning, which quickly eliminates any initial sexual arousal on my part. And once she finds her rhythm, she applies the hardwood long enough and hard enough to make certain that I learn a lesson. In fact she likes to see my backside hot and glowing, and readily admits that she gets quite excited while disciplining me.

And, consistent with DWC teachings, both my wife and I feel better afterwards. Several years ago we transformed our spanking "games" into a device for the true to-life enforcement of her rules. At first, she was not completely comfortable with it, but she couldn't help but notice that it worked so well. Now, she has no guilt or conflict about either the pain or my humiliation, and her threats of hard spankings are a regular part of our real relationship. She will sometimes pull me aside and whisper, where the kids can't hear, "If you fail to _________ (whatever) I will blister your behind" and I assure you that my behavior is quite influenced by trying to avoid that outcome.

The defining moment in this power relationship was the first time I was punished when I personally felt that I was innocent. In our former life, I would have argued my position and tried to convince her that I was right, or that I was not guilty of the perceived misconduct. I might even have reacted with some disrespectful, hurtful or mean words or deeds. Those days are long gone.

Now that she spanks for disciplinary purposes, I never persist with disagreement or argument, even when I may strongly believe that I am right. When that situation is presented, I accept her authority. I realize that going over her knee is in my own best interests because the conflict will thus be resolved. It is not always "fair," but it is certainly efficacious, and it provides a sense of security for both of us.

Based on my experience, I can assure any of your male readers that this system truly works to maintain order and respect in the home. Here it is in a nutshell, gentlemen: It hurts like the dickens when you are over her knee, but the love is there at all times. No husband who has been paddled for real on the bare behind by an angry wife wants to offer his bottom up for punishment ever again. It is not sexy. But it is for the best in the long run to submit to her authority in all matters, try to learn from your mistakes and avoid whining about your predicament. You will become a more thoughtful husband, without a doubt, and your marriage will be better without the bickering.

Thanks, Aunt Kay, for keeping up the DWC web site. The policies and practices you advocate may be happening in a relatively small percentage of homes, but they are profoundly beneficial to those who believe in and live this lifestyle.

Most respectfully,


Temper Tantrums

Hi, Aunt Kay,

Well, recently Mike had a little trouble with his attitude. You see he hates having changes in his routine or schedule. He always likes plenty of advance notice of events and hates to have something he is planning to be changed. But, he doesn't always communicate what his plans are to those around him. (Believe me, this is one area we are DEFINITELY working on.)

Well, he had planned something for last week, he was getting off early and wanted to make preparations for the next day when we were going to spend the day at a nearby park, relaxing. I didn't know he would be getting off early, but I knew we were planning the Saturday trip. Our daughter called Friday afternoon and said she had a problem with her car and wanted us to come up and help her. It wouldn't take long, I knew, but I have always made it a practice to never volunteer my husband without talking to him first -- even for relatives. So, I told her I would call her later and let her know what the plans were.

Well, Mike really had a little temper tantrum. He got off early and wanted to spend the time getting ready for Saturday. I let him rant a bit as we had company. But as soon as they left, I marched him upstairs and gave him a good paddling. I told him he had no business acting like a spoiled brat. And since he had, he was going to get just what a spoiled brat deserved -- a good tanning on the bare bottom. Believe me, he was a bit surprised. But, he took it. When it was over, he thanked me (as usual) and then called our daughter and told her that he and her brother would be up soon to help her out.

While they were doing that I went to the store and finished up the preparations for Saturday. We had a good day and there were no more problems. I wish we had started our activities with the DWC a long time ago. What a lot of wasted energy went into keeping the peace when plans had to be changed, or delayed before ... now, just a few minutes in the privacy of our room with a nice paddle and the problem is solved.

Another benefit, we recently realized, happened where Mike works. There was a lot of complaining from a couple of the men about the way some of the female employees act. They felt the women were being bossy and acting like they had more responsibility for things than they should or did. Mike said he realized that the women weren't bossy -- they were just being assertive and business-like in their dealings with the men and the men didn't know how to respond.

The other men wanted the women to be deferring to them -- the mighty males' egos couldn't handle women who know how to be in charge. Mike said he realized how much smoother things went when the women were there and in charge. Things got done on time, and if there was problem, they would check into it and would come back quickly with the answer.

Of course, things run more smoothly when women are in charge. They know how to set priorities and aren't afraid of asserting themselves when it is needed - instead of posturing and blustering.

Another thought came to mind. In chess, the most powerful piece is the Queen who can move in all directions.. the King just gets himself caught in a situation he can't get out of and the games ends because he is checkmated!

Good luck - hope to hear from you soon ... and will return with another update.


A Matter of Privacy

One question that comes up again and again is the privacy issue when the DWC wife has children or guests in the house.

Dear Ladies, as a dedicated DWC wife I often find it necessary to punish my husband as soon as possible after any offense. I prefer that he gets it before my anger subsides. As a registered nurse let me state that there is a biologic anatomical basis for the term "drowning out" sound. There is a tiny little muscle attached to the ear drum called the "Tensor Tympana". As sound waves enter the ear canal this muscle tightens pulling tension on the ear drum according to the level of sound. This prevents damage to the sensitive "hair cells" in the inner ear. A good analogy would be the springs around a trampoline. Imagine fresh eggs beneath a trampoline that need to be protected like the hair cells. If a small child bounced on the trampoline the eggs would be safe, But if a sumo wrestler bounced hi enough he could stretch the tramp enough to crack the eggs. To prevent this one would have to tighten the springs around the trampoline to offer sufficient resistance. This is what the Tensor Tympana muscle does. But the important point is that while the sumo wrestler is bouncing on the trampoline a small child's bounce would have minimal impact due to the increased tension on the trampoline.

When I don't want to wait to punish Don, I simply turn up the TV and summon him to his studio and lock the door. I then use a hickory switch which only makes a slight whistling sound and a little thwack on his bottom (Kay's Suggestion). Don absolutely hates the switch and it's not long before he's dancing around begging me to stop. Sometimes I give Don a switching early in the morning before the kids wake up. First I turn on the radio or TV in their rooms just enough not to wake them. Even a slight sound will activate the Tensor Tympana muscle and make a distant switching totally inaudible. Then Don & I go downstairs and I feel totally confident in my ability to give him a very severe switching without any let up. Of course Don has to keep his voice down, but that's his problem.

Well I hope I wasn't too technical, but I really wanted to give the other wives the confidence to let their husbands know that they can be severely punished at a moments notice. This will prevent husbands from trying to get away with bad behavior while guests are around. Good luck!


No Trivial Pursuit Game Here

Dear Kay,

Let me start off by saying I can't believe I'm actually writing this letter. Never in my life have I written a complete stranger with such intimate details about our private lives. But after seeing your website I felt it was both my duty and privilege to contribute.

Believe it or not we started playing spanking games right after we began seriously dating. The first time was when he lost a bet during a game of Trivial Pursuit. (I found out years later he lost on purpose.) I was just gonna swat him a few times over his jeans but he insisted on taking them down. Fine with me. I didn't spank hard enough to hurt but that was definitely the beginning. We've since done away with play-spanking. In our household spankings are for real and they have been for some time now. Don't get me wrong. We're not into S&M. Paul is not my slave and I am not his mistress. Our relationship is built on love and friendship. However, I'm the one who wears the pants in this relationship and he is definitely the one who takes his down.

I used to be able to spank Paul whenever his behavior warranted some discipline - about once every three to four weeks. However, his leaving his job in order to become a full-time student has forced us to give up our apartment and move in with my future in-laws. They're great people and I love them to death but the lack of privacy makes administering a proper spanking much more difficult. (Once we get married we qualify for special dorm housing.) What we now do is keep an ongoing ledger of his misdeeds. When we get the house to ourselves we go over them one by one. I have my fiancee strip down to his jockey's and wait for me in the corner of his mother's sewing room. I purposely keep him waiting a while. If I know we're gonna have the place for a few hours I'll take a shower or perhaps even a bath. I love knowing that he's obediently waiting standing at attention with his nose in the corner. Its a total affirmation of my power and authority over him. Sometimes I even sneak a peek. Seeing him there sends a delicious chill through my entire body.

Paul knows to set things up before he heads to the corner. When I walk in I find the special chair in the center of the room with the hairbrush and ledger book on the seat. Unlike a lot of couples, I don't start spanking Paul on his underwear. I immediately whisk them down myself and leave him standing naked before me while I explain to him in detail why he's being punished. Paul has confided to me that this is one of his favorite parts of a spanking so I have made it my business to become a "master lecturer". There's never more than two or three "crimes" written in the ledger (we don't believe in making up reasons to spank; only real-life transgressions count) but he knows that's enough to warrant a painful trip over Susie's lap.

When I'm through lecturing, Paul places himself over my knees and the spanking starts. I usually begin with my hand to warm his buttocks up. This produces an occasional moan or "ouch" from him but nothing more. A lot of the time I get the distinct impression that my palm is being punished more than his bottom! That changes once I pick up the hairbrush.

Although I start the hairbrush swings relatively easy they quickly increase in their severity. Its so cute the way he clenches his buttocks in anticipation of the next smack. I continue lecturing and spanking and before long his buns are bright red and he's kicking his legs like an Olympic swimmer. Paul begs and makes all sorts of promises but I refuse to ease-up. I can very well tell his faked sobbing and pleading from the real thing and when he's truly crying I always continue the spanking for another couple of minutes. Towards the end I'm swinging the brush as hard as I can. I sort of feel bad for him but I refuse to let him up until I am absolutely sure he is thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds.

What happens next is the main reason why I love spanking Paul so much. I tell him to get up and with him sobbing like a baby I pull him into my arms. It is a very tender moment. Total communication. He is completely emotionally naked and I feel honored to be the woman whom he bares his soul to. We just hold each other and relish in the love we have for one another. Sometimes we stay like this for quite a while. After his crying tapers off and he's through apologizing, I insist he go back in the corner for anywhere between ten minutes and one hour. I know that part of Paul loves being spanked but no part of him enjoys being in the corner. Consequently, I sometimes feel as though this is where his true penance is done. I go about my business but do spot checks and he knows that if his nose isn't in the corner and his hands aren't at his side (I do not allow any rubbing) I'll use his own belt on him. After all, as I said in the beginning of my letter, this is not play, it is punishment.

Wow. I can't believe how much I've written. I hope I didn't bore you. I guess I've been wanting to tell someone this for years. I never have. To be honest, if we were face to face I'd probably never have the nerve! In all the years we've been into spanking we've never played with another couple. Paul has mentioned that he might like to but I don't want to. At least not yet. I'm afraid that the intimacy we share would be absent in front of other eyes. Besides, I've always been worried about the sort of people we might hook up with. (I hope that doesn't offend you. I'm probably being more honest than I should.)

I'm going to wind up this letter (which is more like a novella) by once again telling you how much I love your website. The decor, the quality of postings, the way you spotlight women who are crashing through the glass ceiling of a man's world, all of it is terrific. Please continue to keep the focus on old- fashioned discipline and not S&M. It makes your site a precious and rare treasure. Feel free to publicly post any or all of this letter. Perhaps it will serve as an inspiration to other young couples (or maybe even not-so- young couples!) much as those letters from other couples serve as a continuing inspiration for us.

Very sincerely,

Susan C.

Ask and Yee Shall Receive

Dear Aunt Kay,

After a brief discussion with you about three weeks ago I had a heart to heart discussion with my husband. I told him that after his years of asking me to spank him as part of our sex life I would consider doing so, but not as a prelude to sex. His only spanking would be as a disciplinary measure when I felt he was behaving in an inappropriate manner. If he could agree to this concept I would begin spanking him that evening. He agreed not really knowing what I really had in mind. (I had already found a good spanking tool. It was an old long handled "luffa" brush. The handle is fifteen inches long and the business end is about 3x4 inches. I removed the "luffa" scrub part).

About 9PM that evening we retired to our bedroom and I asked him if he still agreed to my terms. He said yes. We have a large wooden chest at the foot of our bed on which I sat down. I asked him to stand beside me and lower his pants and underwear. I told him to lay across my knees and thighs and once the spanking began he was not to move or attempt to stop his punishment or the spanking would last longer and be much harder. During this first session I gave him about thirty strokes with my brush handle. His rear was bright red and he squirmed a great deal. Once I was finished I asked him to stand beside the bed facing away from me. I left the room and returned in about fifteen minutes. I asked him was he still willing to conform to my spanking requirements. He agreed.

However, the most interesting part took place five days later. I must share this because it really showed me things were turning around. We were at a party on Friday evening. It was at a neighbor's home about three houses down the block from our home. My husband had one too many drinks and made several off color remarks. In the past I might have been embarassed and said nothing. This time I went to him and told him to excuse himself as we had to go home to get something. He looked at me with a slightly surprised and alarmed look.

When we stepped outside the door I told him he was to go home immediately where I would administer a severe spanking for his boorish behavior. We went home and I took him to our bedroom. After taking off my jacket I had him lower his pants and underwear and lay across my thighs. I spanked him for ten or fifteen minutes as hard as I could swing that brush. His rear was a bright purple red color and tears streamed down his face. I told him to get dressed as we were going back to the party. He was to be on his very best behavior or the next spanking would be much worse. He stood by my side and never sat down, but was a model husband. I was very proud of him and myself for mastering this situation.

He is more helpful and loving in every way he can be. I have spanked him twice since that fateful night and both times his pain was great, but his demeanor was wonderful.

I want to thank you for opening up this new part of my life.

As Ever,

Patricia (from Kentucky)

Giving Till It Hurts

Dear Aunt Kay,

My husband and I were thrilled to discover your excellent website.

I am a young wife with a husband, Michael, who is very much in need of the kind of disciplinary attention you speak of on your pages and I try to provide him with it. (He has wanted this since he was a child and his behaviour still demands it.) My domestic disciplinary methods are along very traditional lines, such as, over-the-knee wooden spoonings and paddlings; and for more serious offenses he gets the cane.

Reading your site has given me more confidence to discipline him severely without softening his punishment due to his cries and pleadings. I also noted your strong belief in the use of the hairbrush and will put mine to more frequent use.

I would be most grateful if you would e-mail me with information about how my husband and I could join your group. I would love to be able to share ideas with you and others in our position. Michael and I are also interested in possibly meeting with other like-minded couples in our area. We live in Toronto, Canada.

Thank you again, Aunt Kay. I look forward to hearing from you.



Big Boys DO Cry

Hello, Aunt Kay

First, let me congratulate you on a wondeful web site! An attractive background, pretty flowers, pleasant music - a wonderful setting for a discussion of corporal punishment for naughty husbands!

It was so good to find a site that offered a pleasant, homely atmosphere rather than the harsh dungeon environment. We were very glad to find there are other couples involved in similar activities to ours. We have looked at the leather and whips scene, but it is not for us. It lacks the vital compassion and love that we consider so important for domestic punishment. What happens in this house is good old-fashioned, over the knee spanking. It is the only position we ever use, and the only implement we have found necessary is a strap. My wife Fiona has punished me a number of times this way over the last 4-5 years, and I must admit I have deserved every bit of it.

Here is what she does:

She takes the strap from our wardrobe, and sits on the stool by her dressing table. Fiona gives me a good scolding, and finishes by pulling down my trousers and underpants. She puts me over her knee and gives me a few sharp whacks with the strap, which stings like crazy and makes me gasp. There is a pause, then more whacks. This continues for a while, with frequent scolding, until my rear end is sore and burning. Then I have to stand up and take all my clothes off, and put myself back over her knee for the 'proper' spanking to begin.

There is nothing subtle about the use of the strap from this point onwards. It is not a game, I am genuinely punished and there are no more pauses. I take my spanking as best I can, usually promising to be good in future and pleading for her not to smack so hard. Of course this makes no difference, and the spanking goes on and on and on until my bottom and upper thighs are seriously red.

And that is when we approach my limit. There comes a point, as all well-spanked husbands should know, when it all becomes too much. The fire in my backside rages out of control, and I know I can't take much more. My pleading and promising becomes garbled and desperate, tears start flowing and I beg her to stop. At that point I will do anything, absolutely *anything* to bring the punishment to an end. I cannot possibly take even one more lick from that strap.

And of course, the punishment does not stop at all. My wife is well aware of what is happening to me, and just keeps on smacking because she knows I deserve what happens next. We both know I deserve it. I close my eyes and burst into tears like a little boy, and my words all run together into a meaningless bawl as I honestly learn my lesson. How many smacks I get from this point onwards is entirely up to my wife, who is firm but fair. A dozen is usual, but I may get more or less depending on my recent behaviour. Every smack she gives me opens a new world of fire and pain in my bottom, and I just surrender to her punishment and cry my heart out.

I continue to cry for some time after the spanking has finished. Fiona keeps me over her knee, and when I am able to hold a conversation again she asks if I have anything to say. I pour out all manner of promises, telling her how I will be a good boy from now on, and that I am very sorry, and begging her not to spank me any more. And I mean every word of it. I usually spend a good while laying on the bed afterwards, face down, feeling the raging fire continue to blaze all across my backside. It continues for a long, long time.

You know the classic line about "having to sleep on your stomach" after a hard spanking? It is perfectly true.

Tim & Fiona

Additional note from Fiona:

Dear Aunt Kay,

I was amazed when Tim called me to look at your page, I thought we were the only ones who used *genuine* punishment as part of our marriage. When he said he wanted to describe his spankings to you, I didn't think he was serious - you should have seen his face when he saw it this morning! I laughed and gave him a big hug, he is very proud now.

I honestly do believe that most men are still just naughty boys, they may have grown up physically but their behaviour has not changed since they were in school. I don't have to punish Tim often but when I do, I see myself as his mother rather than his wife. Being put over my knee is obviously not something he takes lightly, but we both know it is done for his own good.

What a difference it would make if responsible women were running this world, instead of spoilt bratty little boys!

Even Steven

Dear Aunt Kay,

Wow! I thought I was the only husband in the world who got spanked by his wife. I charged two of her credit cards to the limit last year and didnt tell her, anyway to make a really long story short she found out while trying to make surprise vacation arrangements for us and couldn't use the cards.

She was so angry when she got home and made me go over her knee for the hardest spanking I ever got in my life. Our relationship took a sharp turn after that, I have never loved her more, and I dont use the credit cards for anything.

Stephen from Buckhead, Georgia

Hanky Panky ... Nothing Like a Good Spanky

Dear Aunt Kay,

I must thank you again. If I had not found your page then we would be further into our.."rut". The idea of explaining to Linnea what I wanted and deserved, was scary. Both of us came from families where we did not discuss much of anything let alone...spanking desires. In addition to getting spanked-and whipped with the willow branch, Linnea has used the crop and an old thick belt (from an Amish saddle maker in Ohio, my native State).

I used to think I was tough-but after about 4 or 5 spanks or whips I am yelling and feeling the pain, then the remaining spanks leave me feeling like I do not want more-just wanting the punishment to be over. Funny but sooner or later I -Do- want more! Linnea says that she is going to figure a way to let me have some discipline out in the garage while the kids are at home, I think soon I will be soundproofing this, and I am sure that she plans on increasing the pay-load(pain load) of the sessions...any milder sessions we have had have proven to wear off-in an attitude way-soon afterwards, except for the couple of slightly more severe sessions.

Linnea is as shy and quiet as can be but has taken a liking to the role of Fem-Dom, this in turn has transposed over into our sex play, she becoming quite sexy and not at all bashful or prudent in exploring ways many of the things that before your page and DWC Club were not possible.

Before, I was planning to possibly go through with my wayward intention of playing around (finding someone who would spank me) . I never had before but I figured...what the heck? But, having my own matriarchal wonder who is not afraid to put me over her knee leaves me feeling loved and willing to be devoted to my sexy dominant lady. Do all men really want this? If they don't I think they are missing the whole point of marriage and the true role of women.

We both will want to post to the Sanctuary-soon.

Hank (Linneas devoted husband from central Texas)

Jerry and Barbara's Renewed Committment

Dear Kay,

This is from Jerry, Barbara's husband. Just a little note to say how much Barbara and I appreciate your web site and say thanks. Barbara and are not just your average young couple, we have been happily married for almost thirty-four years. I am in my mid-Fifties and yesterday, February 14,1998, I officially joined the ranks of husbands who get spankings from their wives.

Now who ever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks, I guess they just didn't know Barbara and me. Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I am no stranger to the leather strap, It has been and was used on me early on in our marriage by my wonderful wife, however it was done more in the play acting realm rather than in the serious discipline mode. About mid- January I was surfing the web looking through the all the spanking junk that's out there, and most of it is junk, when I came across your web page and I thought to myself, " Hey this is real.. but by-gosh it makes sense." I said to Barbara, I said , "Honey you have got to read this." Barbara read it and we discussed it. I was excited as all get out, almost like some little kid. Barbara made me read it over again three times. "This is serious stuff", said Barbara,. "If we start this then we both have to be serious and committed, we can't just begin this today and then say tomorrow, ' oh, gee I changed my mind.' " You think this over real good she told me and if by the end of the week you still want to do it then we will begin.

During that week, I thought about it a lot and I took stock of myself. I looked at all the projects I have started around here and some of them still left half done, and all my bad habits, spending money wastefully, and smoking cigarettes. In addition, being lazy and whining all the time. Barbara gets up every morning to make my lunch and get me off to work while I lay in bed till the last minute and this has gone on since May, 1964 when we got married. Yes, I was ready to make a commitment and long over due for some discipline. We sat down together and discussed it one more time and made our commitment to one another. I began by working really hard at changing my habits and paying more attention to Barbara's needs and some less to mine. Barbara gave me tasks-- One, I had to make and design an assortment of spanking implements and tools for her to use on me. Two, I had to help her to paint and finish decorating our bedroom, something I had been putting off doing for too long.

The next week I put in for a couple days vacation to work on our bedroom. Meanwhile, I began working on Barbara's spanking implements. First, I cut a nice thick cowhide strap about two and a half inches wide and twenty-one inches long complete with wood handle and split the leather at the end like thaws. Next, I took a one-inch thick hard-wood board and cut a reasonable facsimile of an early century hairbrush. Then, I took an inch- wide hard wood slat and made another paddle that resembles a standard ruler. Next, I began combing the craft stores looking for rattan or something close to it. I found some round reed basket weave and managed to fashion her a couple of nice slender canes. I also made her a paddle similar to a fraternity paddle. All the tools were now complete. The bedroom is also finished and Barbara decided that I would get my first real spanking from her (as she put it) on Valentine's Day. Now some folks might not understand the rational behind this, but let's face it, spanking, despite the trauma and the pain is indeed an act of love and therefore as Barbara says what better day to establish who's the boss around here than on Saint Valentine's Day.

All week long , I had waited anxiously and nervously for this day to arrive. I was really curious as to what a real spanking would feel like. I had never had a real spanking in my life. Even as a kid my mother never really spanked me hard. She always threatened but never followed through. Unlike my Mother, Barbara is a doer not a talker and I was soon to find out first hand in a very personal way just what the Disciplinary Wives Club really stands for. About one o'clock in the afternoon, Barbara told me to take my bath and meet her in the bedroom for ,as she put it, it was time. Later, after the spanking, Barbara said you should have seen the look on my face, she said it was all she could do not to laugh, but she said she couldn't because this had to be serious business. I guess I didn't think she would really do it but I was wrong.

Barbara and I are not youngsters so we had a little difficulty taking me over her knee, so we opted for me to lay over the foot of the bed with a couple of pillows under my me. Barbara sat in a chair and placed her hand on my back and whack. My god, I had no idea that hairbrush would hurt like that. Four times she whacked my bottom and then she paused. It hurt and stung like heck and then it burned. I thought, well four at a time like this I can take it, and then whack, only this time it didn't stop at four, so hard and fast I lost count. Another pause and then she let me have it again. I started to get tears in my eyes. Next, she used the ruler on me and she really tanned me good. Then she used the switch and it stung but nothing like the ruler and paddle, they didn't just sting they hurt. After my bottom was quite red and very sore and much loud promise and apology on my end she let me up for a break. She made me take my chair and I had to sit in the corner for ten minutes while she took a break. She sat right there and watched me, I wasn't allowed to rub my bottom nor look back or speak. I had to sit there politely with my hands folded, eyes to the wall. Here I was a man fifty-six years old and I felt utterly ridiculous sitting in the corner with my behind sore and red as heck like some snot nosed twelve-year-old. God, I felt stupid, but dang gone , I have to admit Barbara was good. I don't think a professional disciplinarian could have done it or planned it out that well. Ten minutes was up and Barbara rapped on the bell, you know it's one of those little bells like you see on counters. Ding. I got up and walked over to the bed. Barbara had the strap, she gestured and I positioned over the foot of our bed. "Twenty", she announced and I winced, my behind was so sore, Whack . I never felt anything that could sting and hurt at the same time like that terrible strap, When I made these tools I think I went a little bit overboard.

Later that night we had a candlelight dinner. Barbara heated up the dinner she had prepared for us the night before and topped it off with cheesecake that I had made for us. We exchanged gifts and made love afterwards.

It is Sunday morning now and my behind is still warm and probably pink, but I feel like a million dollars and I am really happy. A bit more docile today I think but still pretty much outgoing, and I have a lot better attitude for sure.

Thank you again


Additional note from Barbara:

Dear Aunt Kay,

You have my permission - and Jerry agrees.. to use our story in your Real People Section.

A little more background:

As Jerry said, we have been married almost 34 years ( our anniversary is May 16). We tried this activity a number of years ago, but didn't keep it up. When Jerry found your site, he told me to read it. I did and then told him to read it again as I wanted to make sure he really understood exactly what it was.

When we were both sure we understood what The Disciplinary Wives Club was all about, we sat down and really talked. After 33 years of marriage, you learn how to talk to each other. Our marriage has always been a good one. We have had our problems,of course, and our good times and bad times. We have hit dry periods and worked through them as well. Jerry told me when we married that we may not ever be rich, but he would always make me happy - this he has done. Our life has always had a lot of fun in it.

I had worked at a grade school while our kids were growing up, which was the best of all things, as my work hours and vacations were the same as our kids. Jerry and I were both active in Scouting with our kids. He was a great support to me while I was getting my Bachelor's degree and I think he was even prouder than I was on my graduation.I then worked for 6 years a college library. A year ago we decided that since our kids were grown and we could work it out budget-wise, I could "retire" from work. I am now trying to get a home-based career off the ground.

Anyway, we recently also hit another dry spell. I think we were each thinking it was because we were getting older - although I don't feel that either of us is really old.

Since we decided to go ahead , it has been great. Jerry has always been attentive to me in many small ways, and I to him. But, since we decided to try this it has been even better. I am finally getting some of the projects finished that we started a year ago. We both seem to have more energy and are more relaxed than we have been for a long time. The funny thing is that even Jerry's co-workers have noticed how much more relaxed and happy he seems and have commented on it. It's our little secret, of course..

As Jerry said, one of the tasks he had was to get my "tools" made... He did a great job and I am very proud of him.

Thanks, again, for such an informative and interesting site. Be assured that we will visit it often and keep you informed on our progress.


Making Your Mark

Dear Kay,

I am an attractive, masculine, well-educated male in my late forties. I am married to a very attractive and mature woman who is a few years older than myself. My wife believes very deeply in the value and need of corporal punishment within our marriage and, as such, I have consistently experience spankings from her. Although I most always find these spankings to be very difficult and very painful to receive, I am also deeply grateful for them. I have no doubt that these spankings have made me a better person. They have helped me to grow and to become much more aware of my own faults and shortcomings, of which I have many.

Like yourself, my wife believes in bare bottomed spankings and everything that I am wearing comes off prior to punishment. I am then placed over her lap and a thick wooden hair brush is used. These spankings hurt a great deal. This is the hardest part for me, the amount of pain involved. My wife believes in strict, prolonged and extremely painful spankings. I have cried more than once during discipline, something which I do not easily do. Finally, I have often wished there was some other easier way for me to be made aware of my faults and to grow as a person. But, when I am totally honest with myself, I know that there is no "easier way" and that spankings are a necessary and essential part of our marriage.

Thanks again for your wonderful web site. It helps to know that other males are also experiencing punishment within their marriages. Please feel free to publish this if you like.



New Years Day (Starting the year off right)!

Before last night, I had disciplined my husband on a number of occasions, but always at his request, using the instruments he suggested (my hand, a gym slipper and a table tennis bat). I think that neither of us found these sessions satisfactory. I always felt that he retained control, and that I could not let myself go for fear of hurting him too much or even injuring him.

My husband went into work one day during the holidays, and asked me to collect him by car. I found him in his office, 'playing' on the internet. He told me that I would need to wait whilst he went off on an errand, and that he had found some information which would interest me. He left me reading the web pages of the Disciplinary Wives Club! I was amazed to discover that so many wives felt like me, and found the advice given excellent, particularly with respect to maintaining control and erring towards severity. The page encourages readers to e-mail Kay personally. I have done so, and her support has given me the courage to act, as described below.

After our visitors left on New Years Morning, my husband and I had the house to ourselves. All evening, I had been thinking about what I was going to do, planning, and hoping I would find the courage to carry it through. My husband, typically, was lounging about in the kitchen rather than helping to clear up. Concealing my nervousness, I instructed him firmly to come into the sitting room, and to fetch two hard-backed dining room chairs. He looked surprised, but guessed what was happening. To my relief, he complied. I felt that once he had accepted my first order, I had begun to establish control.

I sat down, and, when he began to sit next to me, ordered him to remain standing. I then told him that I was not satisfied with his conduct, particularly his lack of support when we entertained visitors, and that I had decided to punish him severely. Whilst being punished, he was not to speak unless spoken to, addressing me as 'Miss', and was to obey all instructions instantly. I then pulled out the punishment instrument, a large beach paddle made of plywood, about a quarter of an inch thick and 18 inches long, considerably heavier than the table tennis paddle which he had previously asked me to use. My husband began to look distinctly nervous at this point, realizing, at last, what he had let himself in for when he showed me the Disciplinary Wives Club site!

I ordered my husband to strip down to his underpants. I could see that he was still enjoying the situation, and wondered how long his pleasure would continue. I made him place his hands in front of him, and tied his wrists together with some old tights which I had brought down for this purpose. Hubbie is considerably stronger than me, and I needed complete control.

I placed the two chairs together, side by side, sat down on the right-hand chair and instructed my husband to bend over my knee. Because his hands were tied, he did this with a little difficulty, resting his torso on the second chair.

Even the early strokes produced gasps and wriggling. I gradually, increased the length of my swing until my husband jerked about so vigorously that I had to press down firmly in order to keep him in position. At this point my feelings of exhilaration overcame. My husband, forgetting the instruction not to speak, complained bitterly. Of course, I lost no time in pointing out his disobedience and subjected him additional hard strokes which I dished out slowly. My naughty boy took this discipline remarkably well, although he continued to moan and wriggle.

My husband's bottom and upper thighs had been turned bright red, but, to my surprise, I could see no bruises. He accepted his punishment in good spirits, and I informed him that he was forgiven. I am thinking of buying a cane.


How'd You Get So Normal?

Dear Aunt Kay,

Paddlings are pretty noisy affairs and the hotel room is really no place for them when you are on the road. I understand that the cane is a better traveling instrument and perhaps I should get one for her next time. But anyhow, I was digging in one of the suitcases and noticed she had brought the Irish paddle this last time? Uk, better stay in line, Scotty - but I was en vacciones (on vacation) so of course I didn't. We were hiking around in the mountains when we came across some historical marker?

"What does it say?" SHE asked.

"It says that this is where the ancient Indian women used to take their husbands for spankings when they drank too much," I joked. "BS! " she laughed, "but not a bad idea."

Uh oh - I had been sentenced...

We were going back down the mountain when SHE found an isolated turn off. We pulled over and SHE dug out the Irish paddle and stuffed it in her purse. We then hiked up the trail with me feeling the usual tingly anticipation and dread. We found a place overlooking the parking lot so as to keep track of any unwanted intrusions. SHE then sat down on a boulder and pulled the blue leather from her purse.

"Come on big boy!" she ordered.

I pulled my pants to my knees and nestled into her lap. "Smack! Smack! Smack!" the sound echoed through the canyon.

A hawk swung madly about to the East against the blue vault of a sky and somewhere the Indian spirits were laughing.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" SHE went into punishment mode and I knew I deserved it-how could something this humiliating and ridiculous bring such ecstasy? Nature knows.

About the 20th spank I just let loose and let her have her way. She was expertly swinging away like Billie Jean King spanking every square inch of my magnificent butt. She then started spanking those sensitive inner areas normally hidden during the tensed up, earlier parts of the punishment. I did not protest-total surrender and my knuckles and toes ground into the sand.

Yeah I'd been bad...

"Swack! Swack! Swack!" the Irish paddle spoke.

I was no longer enjoying the spanking but too bad-SHE is a fine line but the bottom line is that SHE gets total control during a spanking session and can take it all wherever SHE sees fit.

"KERACK! KERACK! KERACK!" SHE ratcheted up the intensity and I fought to maintain position and composure-this was the test.

"So (CRACK!) are you (CRACK!) done with all this (CRACK!!) yahoo business? (CRACK!!!)"


"Let's (SPAT!!) hope so (SPAT!!!)...."

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" the leather sang on and I gasped and groaned but took the medicine-her show and SHE demands a free hand in these things.

When it was over she had me stand up and bend over so as to inspect her handiwork. SHE is getting pretty scientific about spanking me and it does seem that no matter how severe it all seems at the time I am fully recovered within a day or two. Well this time was two...

She paddled me one more time during the adventure and that was on an isolated stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. Like the pioneers of old, SHE just pulled over, marched me out into the bush and had me drop trousers and grab ankles. I guess keeping me in line is a never ending struggle and it does not take time off for vacation.

"How did you end up so normal when the rest of your family is so out there?" a friend of mine asked shortly after we got back.

Maybe someday I will tell him.

Irish Punishment

Hi Kay,

Just a short note to tell you that DWC lifestyle is alive and well in Ireland. My wife, Irene, has been disciplining me for three years now. Here is a story of one of our sessions.


Irish Punishment

The hand opened the wardrobe and searching around behind the blouses, skirts and jackets came to rest on what the owner of that hand was looking for. Irene, whose hand it was, smiled to herself as the familiar shape of the crook handled rattan cane appeared from behind the jacket she had moved aside. She gently lifted the cane from its hook at the back of the wardrobe and flexed it between her hands. It had lost none of its spring since it last came out of the wardrobe, how long ago was it? Oh, yes she remembered - it was Sunday the 3rd - that's three and a half weeks ago.

As she moved gracefully on those elegant long legs towards the spare room, (she meant punishment) for that was the rooms sole purpose she reflected on just how this all happened. If my mother could see me now she mused. Mother was right about one thing- some men are forever boys. The past three years had taught her that boyhood was a state of mind, it had nothing to do with age.

My boy is 47 years of age, he is waiting just the other side of that door to accept without question any punishment I decree. He expects me to be very strict and I never disappoint him.

What was his offense today? Nothing specific, she thought, but it's just time he felt the weight of this splendidly whippy (and, of course, very painful) cane again. Without anything needing to be said, she knew instinctively when William needed a whipping. She had phoned him from work and said, merely, 'My flexible friend is visiting you tonight'. As a result, Walter was now facing the corner, his nose inches from the wall. He was wearing, as instructed, his punishment outfit of T-shirt and shorts which befitted his 'age' of 14'.

By now Irene was inside the room and noticed that, as usual, William trembled slightly as he realized she was there - the waiting in some ways was the worse, except of course for the actual punishment. 'Turn around, ' she commanded, ' You have fallen into error again.You know what that means. Six of the best AGAIN. Prepare yourself for punishment. Be quick about it, boy. Down all the way to the ankles. Lift your shirt and over the stool NOW. Excellent. I expect you to take your whipping bravely.'

Swish, thwack. A piercing yell was emitted. "I'm afraid I don't call that 'bravely'. Stop that noise." As she raised her cane behind her shoulder she thought, 'It's a good thing that we are well out in the country with no neighbors. He certainly knows how to suffer, that boy.'

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