I was curious.............

If you are a man in a spanking relationship, does your wife use any type of restraint to make sure that you don't interfere with the spanking she is going to give you? I have purchased a belt, that has cuffs on it, that holds my hands out of the way. It gives me the feeling of powerlessness that I want.

I am still trying to get this disciplinary relationship started.

   I find that I am the main roadblock to this happening. I still can get out of being spanked if I want to; I am still calling the shots. I think that it is the fear of the pain that is stopping me from wholeheartedly giving myself over to her. Wait, that is a lie..........I damn well know it is fear of the pain!!! If you are in this kind of relationship how did you overcome your fear? Or, is it just something you have to deal with on a spanking to spanking basis?
   If you have suggestions for me send me an email at: okcats2@hotmail.com
               Thank you!!!

I feel that my wife needs to blister my ass weekly...........

Even when she hasn't caught me, I'm sure I've been a bad boy in some way!!! Besides, I feel that men do better, and are more attentive, when they receive regular ass blisterings! What is everyone else's opinion?

Today is the big day..............

Today is the day I get married to the woman of my dreams; the woman I've looked for all of my life!!!!!!!!!!

Had somebody complain about certain pictures on my blog today.

He had a problem with the young boys being spanked. I do not, and never will, advocate child abuse.....my point in those pictures was that was how I want to feel when I am over my wife's knee. I want to feel as helpless, and powerless, as a small boy being spanked by his Mommy. What do you think?

Last night.............

I embarrassed my wife while we were out for dinner with my mother, sister, and niece. When my mother, wife, and I arrived home, my wife kept saying we should go hang up my good shirt. I followed her to the bedroom where she sat on the bed and started to undue my belt. I'm not too bright but I knew where this was headed. I told my wife that I was now sure she would spank me while my mother was here (funny, I would have bet she wouldn't) I asked her not to spank me. She did not but told me that we were now adding the rule of not embarrassing her to my list of rules. I asked for her to give me a warning first as we always tease each other and I am never sure when I cross the line. She said that she would give me one warning. I almost got my deepest dream of getting spanked while someone either witnessed, or overheard. I know I was not sure how my mother would take it. Although, my mother did threaten to spank me once since she's been here.........lol. I'm sure it was a joke.
P.S. I should add that I knew it was not going to be a severe punishment spanking as she did not get out any implements.

Kind of funny.................

My mother is visiting and my soon to be wife has threatened to spank me in front of her. She even asked my mother "Do you mind if I spank your son?" Of course mom thinks it's a joke................lol. I keep joking with her that there is no way she would do it....................but, I'm not brave enough to try my luck...........

Another story....and this one shows how a spanking should be given!!!

Even More
All things considered, Susan had been quite patient. For a good ten minutes she had listened to David's rantings flow through the telephone in a seemingly incessant stream. She was not altogether unsympathetic to his frustration. But nevertheless, he was just being plain grumpy and irritable. And the solution was all too obvious. "David, stop. This discussion has ended and you are in for a long hard spanking tonight. Maybe that will give you something else to think about for a while," Susan pronounced.
Immediately a bolt of terror flashed through the pit of David's gut. A trip over Susan's knee was not the stuff of fun and fantasy. He did not want a dose of Susan's hairbrush. And he especially did not want one tonight. Already depressed and upset over their argument, he was definitely "not in the mood" for the thorough bottom blistering that he knew Susan would deliver.
The immediate change in David's tone and attitude was nothing short of remarkable, "Oh, please, Susan, not that, not tonight. I am really, really sorry. I just got carried away, that's all. You know how much I love you, baby. I never meant to upset you. I promise - not another word about it." Susan replied softly but unyieldingly, "I know you love me, David, and you'll love me even more after I finish spanking you tonight. I know you don't think so now, but you will. I love you, too, David, and you'll just have to trust me - you need a good sound spanking. It really is for the best. But I have to get back to work now. So I'll see you when I get home, and we'll take care of it right then and there, and get it out of the way. Bye now."
David slowly hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands, a sinking feeling settling into his stomach as his bottom began to twitch and tingle involuntarily as he nervously anticipated his forthcoming ordeal. Soon, David sank into a solemn reverie. He had only himself to blame. He had been in the wrong, and they both knew it. And why he had lost control and started with his whining and ranting was incomprehensible. He had been spanked more than once for that same thing, he certainly should have known better.
David briefly pondered the idea that maybe this was the time to give up their disciplinary relationship. Susan had told him that he could opt out of the arrangement at any time if he had truly decided it was not for him after all. But she would not go back and forth with it, playing games. He either wanted to be a disciplined husband, or he didn't. She would not leave him over his decision to cancel their contract, but neither would she remain in a relationship with constant bickering and arguing. If he did not choose to have her impose discipline on him, he would have to find a way to become self disciplined.
But he would not end it and they both knew it. In spite of his genuine dread of the excruciatingly painful paddlings he received bare bottom over Susan's knee, he did not really want to give them up. The spankings were undeniably both unpleasant and quite painful, but the idea of his submission in a way that redeemed him through very real physical pain, and in a way that many would find humiliating and degrading satisfied him in a way that was completely beyond his comprehension.
And, he had asked for the relationship, he reflected, as his thoughts drifted back over the past couple of years.
It had started as play, with David introducing spanking into their sexual explorations. While spanking had been a life long fantasy for David, Susan had thought it somewhat kinky at first, but had gradually warmed to the idea. Although they had switched some at first, it soon became evident that David's passion was to bottom, and Susan surprised herself by discovering how much she enjoyed the sense of power and domination she experienced when playing the top role.
The spankings had remained light and playful for a time, with Susan giving David relatively brief hand spankings, and maybe a few swats with a padded ping pong paddle, prior to their making love. David had experienced little actual pain, mostly a mild sting, with an occasional zinger thrown in for good measure.
However, David's real desire, so he believed, was a real disciplinary spanking, the kind he had read of so many times in the stories that appeared on the Net. Countless times he had fantasized about being taken over a woman's knee, and his bare bottom subjected to a long and hard paddling with the hairbrush, the kind that would leave his rear red and blistered, and tears in his eyes.
But David just couldn't bring himself to express these secret desires to Susan, who was still relatively uneducated in the ways of spanking. He was already struggling with the idea that he was somehow diminishing his masculinity by taking the bottom role, even in the mild spanking play they had enjoyed thus far. To ask her to deliver the kind of disciplinary spanking he so often fantasized about, and to explain what that entailed, was simply too much for him.
The fateful event that was to change all that was so simple it was almost anticlimactic. David found a web site. He was just surfing when he stumbled on "The Disciplinary Wives Club". Here he marveled as "Aunt Kay" encouraged wives to take matters "in hand" with their bad boy husbands, and even included detailed instructions on how to properly spank their errant spouses. And they were exactly the kind of spankings he so often fantasized about, perhaps even more so.
He had read with almost morbid fascination Aunt Kay's section on techniques, in which she advocated bare bottom, over the knee spankings, delivered long and hard with the legendary hairbrush. When hubby was finally let up, she had postulated, his eyes should be wet with tears, his knees quivering, and his bottom very well blistered. Her concluding remark had been, "The longer and harder you spank, the more he will love you for it."
That final remark haunted him, touched something deep and dark far down in his soul, as he read the pages in the site over and over. This was it, he finally admitted to himself, the realization of his fantasies, to be the disciplined husband of a disciplinary wife.
Some time later, Susan returned from her shopping trip. And David, in a great leap of faith and courage, managed to smile and say, as casually and light heartedly as he could possibly manage, "Susan, come take a look at this web site. It looks like it's right up your alley."
Susan glanced over David's shoulder to see what he had found, and immediately said, "Wow!, what's this about?"
She spent an hour or so seemingly engrossed in the information emanating from the screen, as David nervously scurried about, putting groceries away, making Susan a cup of coffee, and generally doing anything he could think of stay busy, trying not to drive himself insane wondering what she must be thinking.
Finally, Susan turned away from the screen. She remained silent for a moment, seeming to gather her thoughts, and then said simply, "Dave, is this what you want?"
Dave hesitated and considered changing his mind, telling her that he just thought it was "funny" or "interesting", considering their spanking play. But, he had come so far to even show her the site, he couldn't lie to her now.
Soon he replied, softly, seriously, "Yes, Susan, I think it is. At least I think I would like to experience it."
Susan surprised him with a smile and a giggle, "Oh good! I was hoping you would say that. Are you ever in for it the next time you leave the toilet seat up!"
They laughed together, and with the ice broken, talked for hours about their desires, and the details of their arrangement. David was able to confess his most secret fantasies, and Susan was able to admit that their spanking play had sparked something she didn't know was in her, a passion for disciplinary dominance.
By dinnertime, they had typed up a preliminary contract outlining their rules for a disciplinary relationship, and had gone out to their favorite steak house to celebrate their new arrangement.They had even stopped at the mall on the way home to find Susan a real wooden hairbrush.
They had no sooner arrived home than Susan followed David into the bathroom to discover that he had left the toilet seat up. "Damn it, David," Susan exclaimed, "we just talked about you not leaving the seat up this afternoon. You know that was one of the things we agreed you would be spanked for."
David stammered, "Sorry, I just forgot. You know it takes a while to break old habits. But I promise I won't forget again." David really had forgotten to lower the seat, lost in thought about all that had transpired through the day. And he was nervous. In spite of all his fantasies, the reality of the contract and the purchase of the hairbrush was beginning to sink in. He began to wonder if he had made a very big mistake.
"Well, David, we're just going to help you make sure you don't forget again. It looks like we'll be breaking in this hairbrush sooner than I expected. Take off your pants and meet me at the sofa," Susan replied curtly.
David gulped, "Don't you think I should get one warning, Susan? Don't you think that would be more fair?"
"David, you just signed a contract this afternoon agreeing to no arguments about your discipline, and now you're already arguing.You asked for this arrangement, and you're going to live up to it. Now, do as I said." And with that, Susan had turned and walked away.
David removed his pants and underwear and followed Susan into the living room, finding her sitting in the middle of the sofa, hairbrush in hand.
Susan said nothing, but tapped the brush against her thigh, the signal they had agreed on for him to lie across her legs.
Remembering that the contract called for extra punishment for anything other than immediate compliance to this signal, he quickly laid him across her legs, the sofa supporting his body. As was suggested in "Aunt Kay's" spanking tips, she wrapped her right leg over his two legs to help hold him in place once the spanking began.
David's mind briefly wandered to remember the one time a few weeks later when he had argued about crossing her knee on command. That had been a serious error. Susan had jumped up and beat him mercilessly across his bottom and thighs. Grabbing his arm, she had chased him around in a circle, furiously swinging the paddle against his bare bottom and thighs, re-enacting that age old spanking dance. He had finally managed to drop to the floor and beg for mercy. But Susan had been hardly merciful. He had still received his longest spanking to date over Susan's knee,and after corner time, had been soundly switched for his disobedience. He had been reduced to sobbing by the time the nasty switch had worked its painful black magic on him. He would never make that mistake again.
Susan had begun that first spanking with, "David, I simply will not tolerate you leaving the toilet seat up. It is thoughtless and inconsiderate. We have already discussed that you will get a spanking for this, and that is exactly what is going to happen. And you can believe that you will be remembering this spanking every time you sit down for a few days to come, and maybe that will help you remember that I have to sit down on the toilet. Do you understand?"
Susan swung her hairbrush for the first time.WHACK!! It was only a moderately hard swat but it was far different from the mild swats that he had received by hand and occasionally the padded ping pong paddle. It stung and burned and hurt. The very real pain of the hairbrush was a shock; David really had no idea of the reality of what he had so often fantasized about, but with first crack of the hairbrush, reality became all too clear.
He gasped, "Yes ma'am, I understand. I promise it will never happen again." "I hope not, David, because the very next time you do, you will find yourself right back over my knee again, and I will have to spank you much harder and longer. Do you understand that also?"
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan alternated cheek to cheek, striking a bit harder this time, finding that she enjoyed the sense of power she felt. David yelped, the hairbrush stung him badly. He had no idea that it would really hurt so much. "Yes ma'am, I promise I understand. I promise I will never ever forget again."
"Well, we'll see. I'm sure you will try to remember after the I get through giving your bottom a good long blistering." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan delivered two to each cheek in rapid succession. She noted with satisfaction the pink glow that already beginning to form on David's rear.
David groaned and buried his face in the sofa cushion. It hurt so bad. He could never have imagined.
"You really should be ashamed, David, having to have your bottom spanked like this. You would think a grown man could remember a simple little thing like leaving the toilet seat down."
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan increased both the tempo and force of the swats, quickly administering four sharp swats to each cheek. His bottom began to turn a deeper shake of pink. David gasped, yelled, and swore into the pillow as the paddle burned and tormented his exposed back side. His rear was stinging badly now and he felt moisture beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Susan moved lower this time, catching the underside of his buns with four brisk strokes each. She wanted to make sure she painted his entire bottom a bright red by the time she finished with him. If David really wanted to be a disciplined husband, she was going to make very sure that he knew what he was in for.Tears were forming in David's eyes now, while he gasped and moaned as the merciless hairbrush set his ass on fire. He hoped he wouldn't cry, but the pain was so overwhelming.
Susan paused for a moment. She had followed Aunt Kay's advice to begin with sets of four and then eight before proceeding to the main spanking, a warm up to make sure the shock didn't overwhelm him. David did appear to be over the initial shock. His head was buried in the pillow and his breathing was heavy. He seemed to have accepted his fate and given in to the ordeal to come.
So Susan got down to business, peppering David's quickly reddening bare bottom with a nonstop rain of wooden terror. She made certain no spot went unpunished, painting his entire rear and upper thighs a colorful collage of pink, red, and purple.
David braced himself when the swats resumed, hoping he could endure the next set without totally losing his composure. But the terrible hairbrush kept coming, viciously attacking his tortured bottom. The stinging pain was overpowering, nothing like he had ever imagined. Somewhere around the twelfth swat of the latest barrage, he finally gave in and pleaded, "Susan, please stop! I've learned my lesson. I swear!"
Susan only replied, "Stop!? Hon, I've only just begun. I'm going to make damn sure you know what you have coming to you when you don't listen to me! And I'm going to make sure you keep on remembering every time you sit down for the next week." At Susan's pronouncement of an extended sentence, David completely lost his composure, kicking, begging, pleading, and screaming as the paddle continued its relentless and savage assault on his battered buttocks.
Susan was not at all sympathetic to David's plight. She briefly considered that she must have a natural inclination for this sort of disciplinary dominance. She was definitely experiencing a sense of satisfaction from the damage she was inflicting upon David's now red bottom, as well as his dramatic repentance.
The paddling continued unabated. Susan worked the hairbrush repeatedly over every square inch of David's glowing backside.She alternated cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh, top to bottom, then delivered several swats to a chosen sweet spot, before moving to the next.
David was lost to all but the searing, burning pain of the wood against his skin. He had tried to be strong and resist it, but it was too much. Finally he gave into it. Tears turned to sobs as the paddle continued its seemingly unending dance across his severely tormented bottom.
And as David began to sob, Susan decided he had learned what a real spanking was all about. She knew this had been his fantasy, and she also knew that he was surely shocked by the reality of what he had asked for. His bottom was a solid red, spotted with purple bruises. He had kicked and screamed, begged for her to stop, and now was sobbing openly. Certainly, he must have had no idea of the truth behind his fantasy.
She completed David's ordeal with a dozen swats, the hardest yet, all to the exact center of his bottom. David's sobs became gut wrenching, but it was finally over. Slowly he had recovered, as Susan gently rubbed his bottom, and then taken him into her arms.
He found himself reflecting warmly on that first spanking, in spite of the awful pain to his backside. He vividly recalled the soreness he had experienced when sitting for the next several days.David's reverie was suddenly interrupted by the clammer of the telephone. It was Susan calling on her cell phone to let him know that she would be home shortly and that he should assume the waiting position, meaning that when she walked through the door he would have to be standing naked in the corner. It was one of a number of traditions that had been established during his last two years as a disciplined husband.
David wasted no time stripping and heading for the corner. She would be home in no time and he certainly did not want to earn a switching by not complying to the disciplinary rules Susan had set. A switching, in addition to whatever spanking he had coming anyway, had become the expected punishment for failing to follow the rules of discipline. David hated the switch the worst of all, and Susan knew it. So she had reserved it for what she deemed the most serious of offenses, failure to immediately comply with her disciplinary instructions. If she allowed any slack with this, she knew he would soon become un-manageable. And she did not allow any slack at all. She showed absolutely no mercy when she was had to use the switch on him, and David tried his best to make sure she did not have to use it often.
Momentarily Susan came in the front door and was immediately all business. She removed the hairbrush from her purse before setting it down.
Susan began, "David, how many time have you been spanked for ranting, bitching, and whining - five or six times? Well, obviously you are not getting the message. And I've really had enough of it. So, I'm going to try extra hard to make sure you get the message today. Just so you know what to expect - you'll be getting the hairbrush and the strap. We'll see if that will get through to you."
David's heart sunk, turning into a pit of fear and terror in his gut. His usual punishment was an over-the-knee hairbrushing, and occasionally a standup session with the big paddle or the strap, but, with the very rare exception of a switching for resistance, he'd never received an over-the-knee spanking and a standup spanking. The dread of his forthcoming ordeal was nearly overwhelming. It took all his will power not to argue, but knowing that arguing would add a switching to his punishment helped him to merely acquiesce and say, "Yes ma'am".
Susan sat on the couch and said, "Come here, David." David walked to stand on her right said, knowing the drill all too well. Susan looked somewhat irritated and asked, "And what do you say David?" David gulped and realized he should have asked for his punishment without prompting. It was another of the rules that Susan had implemented over time.
He quickly stammered, "Susan, I am so very sorry for ranting today. I know very well that I should have controlled myself. Would you please spank me, as long as hard as you think necessary, to help me learn to behave properly in the future?"
Susan answered simply, "Very well," and tapped the brush against her leg. David quickly laid himself over her knee. Susan promptly repositioned him, wrapping one leg around him. And Susan immediately went to work, drowning his bare bottom in a veritable deluge of hard, stinging whacks. Lecturing him the whole time, she paddled his quickly reddening backside nonstop. As David had asked in the ritual request for his punishment, she did indeed spank him long and hard, administering perhaps two hundred cracks of the brush before finally finishing in a fierce volley that left David heaving and sobbing.
Still sniffling, try to regain his composure, Susan had led David to the corner. There Susan had ordered him to stand, hands at his side, and not to dare even think of rubbing his well blistered bottom.
His reprieve was short-lived, however, as Susan shortly returned with strap in hand. It was an old fashioned razor strap, one that she had found rummaging in through an old chest in her parents' attic. It was now kept well oiled and ready for use. David had felt its bite a good dozen times before, but never immediately after a paddling. His bottom was still stinging and burning as Susan ordered him to assume the position.
David could barely stand the thought that he would be whipped again so soon after the very thorough paddling he had just received, but he did not hesitate, not daring to risk a switching also. So he bent over the back of the spanking chair, grasping the seat firmly with both hands.
Susan wasted no time. As soon as he was bent over, the strap cut through the air and landed terrifyingly across his upper thighs. David literally screamed in agony.
But Susan showed no sympathy. Again and again the strap sliced through the air and cut into David's already well spanked bottom. By the time the twentieth stroke landed on his scourged rear, David was almost incoherent with pain and sobbing vociferously. His bottom was a jumble of red, black, blue, and purple. Bruises and strap marks intermingled.
Susan paused there, briefly wondering if she had perhaps gone too far. But remembering the advice given to her online by another disciplinary wife - better to err on the side of severity if you really want to make your point, she told David, "There will be five more. I want you to remember with each one what this punishment is for. I expect you to take control of yourself. I do not expect to hear anymore of your ranting, bitching, and whining ever again. If I have to spank you again for this, God help you. Do you understand?"
David managed, between sobs, to reply, "Yes ma'am, I understand." And then Susan delivered her final five cracks of the strap, each one finding its way across the middle of his very well spanked bottom. And when it was over, it was over. The debt was paid, penance was done. Susan helped David up and held him, gently rubbing his burning rear. David sobbed, both from pain and emotional release. "That's ok," she whispered, "it's all done now. I'm sure you've learned you lesson well this time."
EPILOGUE
After David had been treated with lotion, and recovered somewhat, they had gone out to their favorite restaurant. And despite some not inconsiderable discomfort sitting, David found himself in quite a good mood. The food, drinks, and service were excellent as always at the small steak house. However, it was so much more than that.
He sipped on his drink, reflecting. He had just received perhaps the most severe spanking that Susan had ever given him. Yet, he was content and satisfied. The air was clear. There had been no arguments or anger. He had misbehaved and Susan had lovingly disciplined him for it. He had taken his punishment and all was forgiven. It was over and done with.
He glanced across the table at Susan with warmth in his heart and a twinkle in his eye, realizing how much he loved this woman. She was not just his wife, but his lover, best friend, and soul mate. She did so much for him, took such good care of him, made him laugh when no one else could. Yet she would not hesitate to turn him over her knee and blister his bare bottom until he cried like a well spanked school boy, if she felt his behavior merited it. And suddenly he realized, just as Susan had predicted, he did .

How a spanking should be given..........without mercy, or remorse!!!

I believe that all men need to have a very strict wife...............

A wife who will literally blister their man's behind off when he is bad! I hope that my woman is one such woman as I love her with all of my heart!!! Lord knows that we have a whole arsenal for her to choose from to tan my ass. I believe she needs to take control and blister my ass more. Although, to be honest, I have not had my first honest to God punishment spanking yet. I would love it if she became the kind of disciplinarian who could listen to my screaming, begging, and sobbing, and not let it deter her from continuing to blister my unprotected bottom!!!

Was just given a warm up spanking................

   Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...life is good!!! It hurt, but it was not too bad...just something to warm me up a little. A spanking lets the endorphins go wild. I feel really mellow after a spanking.

My fiancee, who will be my wife in two weeks said:

   That maybe she should blister my ass more frequently so that I had something to write about on my blog. I think that may be a good, and bad, idea! What do you think?

I've just added the poll: "How long does your typical spanking last."

   I asked that question so that my wife and I know how long she should spank me to be effective. I have read some accounts that were unbelievable, so we are trying to get a real idea of how long one of her punishment blisterings should last.
   It's funny because as people read, and comment, on this we will be learning to live this lifestyle which I have wanted my whole life!

Even before the wedding

Even before the wedding, there had been signs. Jim already knew that Alice's delicate looks disguised a strong-willed, no-nonsense fiancee - she'd been raised that way by her mother Harriet, whose own husband had died soon after Alice was born. And it was typical of the older woman that she'd stood up to make a speech at the reception dinner, delighting the guests by declaring that she was "not losing a daughter, but gaining a son - and a seriously spankable one at that!"
Two months later, with Jim on a short leash and Harriet Beyer a frequent occupant of the couple's spare room, the young husband made his first serious mistake. Having overrun his curfew by several hours, he had hoped to creep into the house and slip into bed beside his sleeping wife - but Harriet had been waiting for him at the top of the stairs.
The ensuing lecture brought a bleary-eyed Alice to the bedroom door. In one hand she held the alarm clock from the bedside table: in the other was the heavy, polished walnut hairbrush that Jim recognised as a gift from her mother, famously handed down through generations of the family's women.
"What time is it, Jim?", Alice purred with a dangerous smile, directing the clock face towards his as if daring him to deny his guilt.
"Um. It's ten to four, sweetheart. I got..."
"...so what is it time FOR... SWEETHEART?"
Harriet Beyer provided the answer to that one: "A little lesson in responsibility, I think."
The three of them filed back into the bedroom, Harriet pressing rather too close behind her son-in-law as though to discourage any thoughts of escape - "in my own damned house", thought Jim bitterly, although he made no attempt to resist. He saw that Alice had already dragged the big round pouffe from its usual place under the dressing table to the foot of the bed. Now she made herself comfortable upon it, and in spite of himself Jim felt a twinge of arousal as the thin yellow nightdress rode up her spreading thighs. If she was aware of this distraction, Alice did not acknowledge it. "Shoes. Socks. Jeans. Right now."
His face burning, Jim removed each item in turn under the unabashed gaze of both women. Then he stood before them shifting his feet, his hands fluttering vaguely in front of his crotch.
"I think we'll have those off too", said Harriet matter-of-factly. Jim stared at her dumbly for a moment. "Your UNDERPANTS, little man; I'll take care of them for you. When we're done here you can ask me nicely for them back, and if I think you're sorry enough then maybe I'll let you have them." Jim shot a pleading look at his wife, but got only a smirk of approval in response. With a strange sense of detachment, he slid his briefs down and off, and placed them in Harriet's outstretched hand.
"Now that", said Alice, almost merrily, "looks like a young man ready for his spanking. Over you go."
As Jim lowered himself awkwardly across the soft, warm lap of his beautiful wife, he felt more miserable than at any other time he could remember. If only he'd come home early. He should have been pressed up against Alice in bed right now, instead of draped half naked and humiliated across her knee with the gloating Harriet looking on and offering direction: "Further forward, Jiminy, and up on your tippy toes. I think you've done enough backsliding today already, don't you? Let's have that bare little bottom nice and high - a lady can't blister what she can't see. Alice, shall I position him properly?" And to his horror Jim felt firm hands groping beneath his hips, uncomfortably close to his groin, as he was guided into place.
"There", said Harriet, stepping back to admire the scene. "That's the perfect position for any man who needs to learn respect for a woman."
"If you're quite done, mother", Alice smiled with mock impatience, "may I discipline my husband now? I'm itching to put this hairbrush to use."
"Just one second more, darling", replied Harriet, re-positioning herself at Jim's head and firmly gripping his chin to lift his face towards hers. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to watch the lesson sinking in."
And so, for ten long minutes the disgraced husband was forced to look into his mother-in-law's shining eyes while the hot bite of the hairbrush made him gasp and twitch and squirm. For her part, Alice loved Jim dearly - but did not, and never would, hold back from delivering a full-force spanking to remind him of his place in the world. She continued to pepper the reddening skin, laying bruise upon bruise, long after Jim's tears had begun to run down his face and over her mother's hand. 
Jim did not get his underwear back that night. Once Alice had become tired and returned to bed alone, Harriet had escorted him back to her own room - "for a nice intimate chat, just the two of us" - where he would learn that his wife, despite being a formidable disciplinarian, was not the most severe of the Beyer women. Harriet had firmly shut the door behind them, and sat upon the bed coolly regarding the fidgeting young man as he tried in vain to stretch the hem of his t-shirt low enough to recover some dignity. "I don't need to tell you how proud I am of my little girl. She's grown into a proper Beyer wife. But still, she doesn't have QUITE the stamina yet to deliver the kind of incentive you so obviously need, and I'm going to start addressing that now. Oh, and let's not have any distractions. Take off that shirt."
Moments later, a fully naked Jim was bottom up across Harriet's lap on the guest bed, and the antique hairbrush was back at work with even greater vigour than before. The older woman showed no sympathy or concern for the already ravaged state of his bottom - in fact, she seemed to relish the bucking and squealing that the brush produced when it found a particularly tender spot. "Oh, is that super-sore, little boy? Then perhaps another... few.... swats.... right... there!"
The punishment continued for a good quarter hour before Jim was allowed a brief respite. "Perhaps I shouldn't have taken that afternoon nap", mused Harriet, who had paused to trace a fingernail across her son-in-law's scorched behind, "because now I don't feel the least bit sleepy." Jim only groaned into the tear-soaked pillow gripped between his teeth - Harriet had warned him against any yelling that might reawaken his wife. He tensed as the probing finger stroked inside his upper thigh and then followed a path back up between his swollen, trembling cheeks. "Alice and I had quite a chat while you were out for so many hours, young man. It's becoming clear that you can't be trusted by yourself, so I've offered to move in here while she's on that business trip next month."
Jim's anguished expletive was deadened by the pillow, but made Harriet smile mildly.
"I KNEW you'd be pleased. Won't it be fun playing house for two weeks, just you and I? We are going to get to know each other much, much better; you can depend on that. I'm afraid you're going to have to cancel any plans you might have had outside of work - you're going to be spending your evenings and weekends either completing the chores that Alice tells me you've been neglecting, or right here across my knee learning to be the husband my daughter deserves. Alice's father, rest his soul, was twice the man you are - but even so, he was no stranger to the business side of the brush. David's discipline was the key to a loving, happy marriage and you can count on Alice to do the same for yours. Still", mused the older woman, "that's for the future. Right now", she said, once more picking up the hairbrush, "we have the rest of the night ahead of us." Briefly, she stroked the back of the brush in circles over Jim's bottom, and the cool touch of the wood was almost soothing - but she soon tired of this tease, and again raised the wicked implement above her head.
Across the landing, Alice smiled in her sleep as a muffled, rhythmic tattoo gently invaded her dreams. The soothing beat seemed to signal that all was well with the world: and it went on, and on, and on, carrying her towards the new day.

When I'm over her knee................

   I want her to be the boss, her to decide how long, and with what, I get spanked. Any indiscretion I make must be met with the severest punishment; she must spank me until she feels that I have had enough: not me!!!

A man getting spanked

   I am going to enter into a true Domestic Discipline relationship with my soon to be wife. She is the one who will be doing the ass blistering! I have always dreamed of this, always! We have made some preliminary rules which I'm sure will expand as we grow in this new way of life. I look forward to this with excitement, fear, and trepidation. I have been spanked really hard before, but I could always opt out when it became too much. Not anymore! We have rigged up a system where I am literally helpless over her knee...........helpless to stop the blisterings that she will give me. Powerless. This is what I want with all of my heart, but I also fear it.