I woke up this morning thinking about the close bond that domestic discipline has forged between my husband and I. We have always been close, best friends even, but this new journey has brought us closer than ever. There are no secrets between us, no hurts that haven’t been addressed, and the way we can speak so honestly with each other now is (at least for me) mind blowing. We have been honest with each other in ways that has brought us so much closer as husband and wife.
We both feel that this lifestyle enhances our natural gender traits. I certainly feel more feminine and attractive to my husband and as he said when we were discussing this issue, “You have awoken something inside of me”, referring to his own dominant, masculine traits. I realize that I look at my husband through a different lens now and I love what I see. I see a strong man, my protector, my lover, my Daddy, and my disciplinarian. I see a man who wants to ensure we have a stronger, healthier marriage and that moves me in ways that I am not yet able to put into words.
While our sex life is better than ever, there is something about being bared by my husband for a spanking that is intensely intimate, in a different way than making love/sex/fucking is. When I am due for a spanking, all my defenses are stripped away and it seems the world just disappears. It is just he and I, my bare bottom under his firm hand, for however long he deems necessary. During these moments, I often cry out in distress and sometimes I cry very real tears from the pain of my spanking. And yet, resolved to better our marriage, my husband continues the spanking until he feels that a lesson has been learned. While his left hand is generally on the small of my back, holding me firmly in place, occasionally he will reach down and take my hand in his; an acknowledgement of the pain I am enduring to better our marriage, a signal that he is proud that I am taking my discipline without complaint.
And after…nothing can describe the love and gratitude that I feel toward him after he has thoroughly chastised me with a spanking. I feel small, feminine, and loved. I feel worthy of his time, attention, and love. When I am in his arms, being held against his chest, my panties still down revealing a scarlet red, throbbing behind, I know that we have discovered the greatest intimacy we have known together…the intimacy of domestic discipline.