The last few days have been bad ones. My brother died, unexpectedly. The days have been full of sadness, family traveling here and there, and all of those horrible phone calls letting friends and family know what happened. My husband has been my rock during this time. Steady, strong, and there with a waiting embrace and shoulder to cry on. Despite the circumstances surrounding my brother, I can’t help but feel incredibly fortunate to have my husband in my life to be there with me during this time.
In the back of my mind, I had wondered if this recent tragedy would change what we were doing, with regard to domestic discipline and our new lifestyle. It certainly was not a focus for those first few days, though my husband did give me a few stern looks when my tone was less than respectful. Last night, however; he reminded me exactly what happens to wives (or at least his wife) who forget to say please when they make a request of their husband.
To be honest, I don’t even remember what the request was. But, my husband looked me in the eye and said calmly, “you forgot to say please”. My tummy immediately filled with butterflies. And then came the dreaded command, “Go into the bedroom, kneel on the bench, and take your panties down”. I hate to admit that I did not comply immediately. I think a part of me was testing him…would he really paddle me right now? That earned me 10 extra swats. Yes, he was really going to paddle my bare bottom right now.
While I waited in our bedroom for him to join me, kneeling on the bench at the foot of our bed, panties around my knees, I felt a sense of calm come over me. While I dread my husband’s paddle (which is what he always uses for this particular offense), I knew I needed this release. The release of emotion, the release of pain. For those of you in this lifestyle, you know that spankings can be cathartic.
When my husband first told me weeks ago that he was requesting I say please for any request of him, he told me that my paddle swats would increase every time that I forgot. He started with 10. The next offense earned me 20, and this time, I earned 30. However, my lack of immediate obedience earned me an extra 10, so I was due for 40 swats. He made me count every single one of them. I was crying by 20. The last ten he delivered even harder and every single swat was to my sit spot. Needless to say, sitting on this bottom is a bit difficult this morning. I am very grateful for my padded chair, though I probably don’t deserve it.
Perhaps some may think it odd that I would write about such a thing during this time. Please do not judge. I have experienced death and loss almost constantly over the last two years and I have learned that you must grab your happiness where you can find it. My husband and I, being very new to domestic discipline, don’t want to lose this closeness, this bond, that this lifestyle has afforded us. I am grateful this morning that he reminded me of the importance of always saying please to him, and I will continue to thank him for the discipline that he lovingly applies.