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My Experience with Domestic Discipline
My experience started as a c***d, when I was being a bratty k**, my mom would apply the hairbrush to my butt no matter where I was.
My experience with partner Domestic Discipline started with my now ex-wife, who always had this in mind. Patricia was 6' and 200 lb. when we met. I found her to be big,soft and the best kisser in the world. She was a farm k** and always so darn healthy that she just glowed. I am 5'6" and 145 lb.
The first time she tested the waters, I had to stay home, Patricia came over to visit, one of my roommates was hanging out in the room and Pat said she had to take my temperature, so I opened my mouth for a thermometer, she looked at me and said "uh..no, not there". She asked my roommate to leave the room and she pulled out some kleenex, a rectal thermometer, and some Vaseline. She motioned me over and told me to drop my pants, which I did, we had been intimate before and then with her left arm pulled me over he lap, Pat was still dressed for work so she had a skirt and pantyhose on and I could feel my penis sliding across her smooth thighs and beautiful lap. I was very comfortable on her lap and I started to get aroused, which I'm sure didn't escape her. She then put on a pair of medical gloves, prepped my anus and inserted the thermometer. After spending a couple of minutes over her lap, my butt exposed to the cool air, a thermometer in my rectum, she pulled it out and read my temp, declared me not well and told me to stand up. When I stood up she noticed my erection and smiled.
A few more months into dating, we started to live together, I couldn't get the day right without that big, beautiful body next to me, I loved her flannel nightgowns and the way she put her long hair up in a bun. It became clear that she was head of household, I would do the dishes and the wash, as a coach I had mornings free.
One day Pat presented me with the coolest looking flannel shorts, she had made them for me, she asked me to try them on, so I did, no underwear underneath, they were so soft, little did I know that she had plans.
One night Pat summoned me to the bedroom and told me to go stand in the corner, I didn't argue. She calmly scolded me for my misdeeds for the week and announced that I was going to get a spanking, my face turned red, I could feel it flush, but I had an erection. She then told me to go to the closet in our bedroom, she had put some hooks on the closet door, each one held a paddle or a strap. She pointed to a paddle and told me to bring it to her. I picked up the paddle from the hook and brought it to her, I was standing by her right side, she was wearing a nice blue night shirt, bare legged and beautiful. I handed her the paddle with both hands, she took the paddle. placed it to her side, yanked my shorts down past my knees with a single tug and said to me "you won't need these". She then pulled me over her lap while scolding me and the spanking began, that heavy leather paddle hitting my cheeks, I was startled after the first couple of spanks, so she used her right leg to lock my legs and made sure her target wasn't going anywhere. I lost count after 100 or so, she had paddled my butt from every angle, switching from cheek to cheek and dead center. I was crying, not fighting and she finally let me up. She then stood up and hugged me.
After all this she announced bed time so I pulled my shorts up and went to bed, Pat knew the job she had done, I was sleeping on my stomach, my ass was a pulsating ball of heat and bruise, she snuggled next to me, occasionally pinching my cheeks to make sure she had done her job. She told me this was the first of many to come.
The routine remained the same, I could tell in her voice when it was spanking time, usually at night, she would summon me to the bedroom and have me stand in the corner while scolding me, she would then direct me to get my punishment implement off one of the hooks on the bedroom closet door. I would then take the implement and present it to her. She, while scolding me, would take place the implement (a paddle most of the time), pull my shorts down with one tug, pull me over her lap and proceed to smack my ass until she was satisfied, by this time I had been trained not to squirm or kick (which would get me a stand up beating on my lower buttocks and thighs and then she would continue), when she was done, she would hug me and pinch me to test my reaction, if I jumped, it meant we were okay to go to bed, if I didn't it meant "touch up". she would pull me back over her lap and keep going until she was sure I was one bruised lump of welts back there. She always believed that a spanking should serve as a reminder for a couple of days. Every time I opened the closet door, I was reminded. Every time I sat down for the next couple of days, I was reminded.
By that time, the school dept budget had been cut as had my position as Gymnastics coach, so I was a full-time housewife. I would vacuum, dust, do the dishes, the laundry and have everything prepared for my pretty one as she walked through the door, she loved to cook, I just had to make sure everything was ready for her. She used to tell her friends that "my husband does the dishes, I just keep him in line".
Strap night was different, she would summon me to the bedroom, strap in hand, she had prepared the bed with two pillows I had to lay across to make my behind stretch a little and make it an easier target. she would instruct me to take my clothes off and lay over the pillows. Once I complied she would start scolding me and when she could see my behind was twitching she would lay the licks on me. The strap would heat me up and sizzle my butt like crazy. I would never count, it wouldn't do me any good, I would try to turn my mind off until it was over and my butt would feel a big blister. Sometimes she would raise a little blood, wipe it off with a gauze pad and keep going until she was satisfied that I had been punished.
The strap would leave marks for days, I could see them from my butt to the back of my legs, sometimes I would duck into the bathroom and pull down my pants and boxers to admire her work. On those days I couldn't wear shorts. It's weird but I loved the look of those marks and smile when I think of the woman that gave them to me.
She had told all of her friends about how she punished me, although she never spanked me in front of them, my greatest fear would be her friend Paula walking in during a strapping when I was fully naked and posed over a bed with my elevated, very colorful buttocks. Some nights we left the windows open, so I'm sure the neighbors heard me howling and crying, I didn't care, she was my big, beautiful wife. She cared enough to express her disappointment and her desire to make me a better husband.
After 10 years we divorced on amicable terms, she like two of her sisters had developed a preference for female company and I loved her, I just wanted her to be happy, so I let her go. All these years later, the two of them are still together, her little 5'4" partner with the chubby, perky ass. I can look at her and know what she's going through.
This is a summary of my experience with Domestic Discipline. It's the template for which I was trained and grew to love...The events here are pretty much true, names were changed so I won't get my ass kicked. This is how I was socialized and it worked well for many years, every woman brings her own special touches,
My experience started as a c***d, when I was being a bratty k**, my mom would apply the hairbrush to my butt no matter where I was.
My experience with partner Domestic Discipline started with my now ex-wife, who always had this in mind. Patricia was 6' and 200 lb. when we met. I found her to be big,soft and the best kisser in the world. She was a farm k** and always so darn healthy that she just glowed. I am 5'6" and 145 lb.
The first time she tested the waters, I had to stay home, Patricia came over to visit, one of my roommates was hanging out in the room and Pat said she had to take my temperature, so I opened my mouth for a thermometer, she looked at me and said "uh..no, not there". She asked my roommate to leave the room and she pulled out some kleenex, a rectal thermometer, and some Vaseline. She motioned me over and told me to drop my pants, which I did, we had been intimate before and then with her left arm pulled me over he lap, Pat was still dressed for work so she had a skirt and pantyhose on and I could feel my penis sliding across her smooth thighs and beautiful lap. I was very comfortable on her lap and I started to get aroused, which I'm sure didn't escape her. She then put on a pair of medical gloves, prepped my anus and inserted the thermometer. After spending a couple of minutes over her lap, my butt exposed to the cool air, a thermometer in my rectum, she pulled it out and read my temp, declared me not well and told me to stand up. When I stood up she noticed my erection and smiled.
A few more months into dating, we started to live together, I couldn't get the day right without that big, beautiful body next to me, I loved her flannel nightgowns and the way she put her long hair up in a bun. It became clear that she was head of household, I would do the dishes and the wash, as a coach I had mornings free.
One day Pat presented me with the coolest looking flannel shorts, she had made them for me, she asked me to try them on, so I did, no underwear underneath, they were so soft, little did I know that she had plans.
One night Pat summoned me to the bedroom and told me to go stand in the corner, I didn't argue. She calmly scolded me for my misdeeds for the week and announced that I was going to get a spanking, my face turned red, I could feel it flush, but I had an erection. She then told me to go to the closet in our bedroom, she had put some hooks on the closet door, each one held a paddle or a strap. She pointed to a paddle and told me to bring it to her. I picked up the paddle from the hook and brought it to her, I was standing by her right side, she was wearing a nice blue night shirt, bare legged and beautiful. I handed her the paddle with both hands, she took the paddle. placed it to her side, yanked my shorts down past my knees with a single tug and said to me "you won't need these". She then pulled me over her lap while scolding me and the spanking began, that heavy leather paddle hitting my cheeks, I was startled after the first couple of spanks, so she used her right leg to lock my legs and made sure her target wasn't going anywhere. I lost count after 100 or so, she had paddled my butt from every angle, switching from cheek to cheek and dead center. I was crying, not fighting and she finally let me up. She then stood up and hugged me.
After all this she announced bed time so I pulled my shorts up and went to bed, Pat knew the job she had done, I was sleeping on my stomach, my ass was a pulsating ball of heat and bruise, she snuggled next to me, occasionally pinching my cheeks to make sure she had done her job. She told me this was the first of many to come.
The routine remained the same, I could tell in her voice when it was spanking time, usually at night, she would summon me to the bedroom and have me stand in the corner while scolding me, she would then direct me to get my punishment implement off one of the hooks on the bedroom closet door. I would then take the implement and present it to her. She, while scolding me, would take place the implement (a paddle most of the time), pull my shorts down with one tug, pull me over her lap and proceed to smack my ass until she was satisfied, by this time I had been trained not to squirm or kick (which would get me a stand up beating on my lower buttocks and thighs and then she would continue), when she was done, she would hug me and pinch me to test my reaction, if I jumped, it meant we were okay to go to bed, if I didn't it meant "touch up". she would pull me back over her lap and keep going until she was sure I was one bruised lump of welts back there. She always believed that a spanking should serve as a reminder for a couple of days. Every time I opened the closet door, I was reminded. Every time I sat down for the next couple of days, I was reminded.
By that time, the school dept budget had been cut as had my position as Gymnastics coach, so I was a full-time housewife. I would vacuum, dust, do the dishes, the laundry and have everything prepared for my pretty one as she walked through the door, she loved to cook, I just had to make sure everything was ready for her. She used to tell her friends that "my husband does the dishes, I just keep him in line".
Strap night was different, she would summon me to the bedroom, strap in hand, she had prepared the bed with two pillows I had to lay across to make my behind stretch a little and make it an easier target. she would instruct me to take my clothes off and lay over the pillows. Once I complied she would start scolding me and when she could see my behind was twitching she would lay the licks on me. The strap would heat me up and sizzle my butt like crazy. I would never count, it wouldn't do me any good, I would try to turn my mind off until it was over and my butt would feel a big blister. Sometimes she would raise a little blood, wipe it off with a gauze pad and keep going until she was satisfied that I had been punished.
The strap would leave marks for days, I could see them from my butt to the back of my legs, sometimes I would duck into the bathroom and pull down my pants and boxers to admire her work. On those days I couldn't wear shorts. It's weird but I loved the look of those marks and smile when I think of the woman that gave them to me.
She had told all of her friends about how she punished me, although she never spanked me in front of them, my greatest fear would be her friend Paula walking in during a strapping when I was fully naked and posed over a bed with my elevated, very colorful buttocks. Some nights we left the windows open, so I'm sure the neighbors heard me howling and crying, I didn't care, she was my big, beautiful wife. She cared enough to express her disappointment and her desire to make me a better husband.
After 10 years we divorced on amicable terms, she like two of her sisters had developed a preference for female company and I loved her, I just wanted her to be happy, so I let her go. All these years later, the two of them are still together, her little 5'4" partner with the chubby, perky ass. I can look at her and know what she's going through.
This is a summary of my experience with Domestic Discipline. It's the template for which I was trained and grew to love...The events here are pretty much true, names were changed so I won't get my ass kicked. This is how I was socialized and it worked well for many years, every woman brings her own special touches,
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