Seat Up, Pants Down
"Trousers and pants down" my wife ordered briskly in her best schoolmistress tone. As she was in fact a gym mistress at a nearby girl's college perhaps
it wasn't much of pretence. As I obey her command she flexed the crook
handled rattan cane she had earlier had me fetch from her well-stocked
"Bend over the stool. That's it. Legs straight now, grip the stool
leg tightly. Eight strokes of the cane. Please count each one aloud
and say thank you ma'am after each stroke. Ready." I waited. Nothing.
As I relaxed my bottom muscles again she brought the cane down with
all her considerable force and skill. Swish thwack.
"Oh, aagh" I yelped and remembered just in time to count " one, thank
you ma'am." Swish thwack. "Two, thank you ma'am." Two raising red wheals
had been placed across my bottom, so straight they might have been drawn
by pencil. " Six more to come" my wife announced "and all will be just
as hard" Tears welled up in my eyes. Swish thwack. " Aagh, three, th-thank
you ma'am." Swish thwack. "Please ma'am…not so hard please" I pleaded.
I composed myself. "Four thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. I yelped loudly
and jumped up clutching my scalded rear, hopping from one foot to the
"Get back across that stool this instant," my wife Kay demanded her
eyes ablaze. " Really Walter what has got into you? Try and take your
caning like a man. I've thrashed schoolgirls harder and they have made
less fuss than you." I bend submissively over the stool again. My scarred
bottom awaited further punishment. " You forgot to count, Walter, so
its still four plus a penalty stroke for your outrageous behaviour that's
five more to come." "Yes ma'am" I meekly reply. Swish thwack. "Five.
Thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. I howled and the first tears came rolling
down my cheeks. "Six. Thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. The tears flooded
out now and I had to try really hard to say through them "Seven. Th...Thank
you ma'am." Swish thwack. I was blubbering hysterically now and could
barely croak "Eight thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. "Nine oh please
thank you ma'am." "Get up and stand in that corner hands on head," she
commanded and still crying freely I rushed to comply. As I stood displaying
my well whipped bottom and trying to control my tears, I heard the punishment
drawer open and the cane replaced on its hook. I trembled visibly as
I heard Kay withdraw something else from the drawer.
"Turn around" Kay ordered. She was holding the heavy tawse in her
hand. " You've earned a good old Scottish belting before bedtime. When
I return I want to see your backside back over that stool as soon as
I enter the room. Now face the wall again please. Will you never learn
that in the bathroom every time I find the toilet seat up, I will cane
you? It's a simple rule: seat up, pants down."
Now It's 24/7
Dear Aunt Kay
I can't tell you how much happier I am since Donna insisted on living
the DWC lifestyle on a 24/7 basis. Before she only spanked me on occasion,
but it was not regular, and I knew I could get out of a spanking if
I really tried. In other words it was a selfish game on my part. Well,
it is no longer a game and I am so much a better person for it. I don't
drink nearly as much as I once did. I don't backtalk her or dare disobey
her. Even though I work 40 hours a week and Donna doesn't work, I am
expected to help with the housework. I do all the ironing every week
and any other chore that she tells me to do. I don't cuss at all anymore,
especially within earshot of her. But most of all I know my place in
the relationship and understand Donna's innate superiority as the woman.
I also know how much more in love I am with her - a deeper, fuller love.
As far as my spankings are concerned, they have all been virtually
the same, and when I think about it - that really is one of the most
special parts of our relationship. There are no "play" spankings. All
spankings result from one of the following transgressions on my part:
1) disobedience, 2) showing disrespect, 3) misbehavior on my part, or
4) cussing of any kind.
For all spankings I must remove all of my clothing as she feels it
helps enhance her power over me and puts me in a more contrite mood.
She likes the idea of the woman being fully clothed while having a contrite,
naked man standing in front of her. All my spankings are OTK because
again, that involves complete subjugation of me and what is left of
my male ego at that moment. For all my spankings Donna uses a wooden
hairbrush, which she keeps out in the open as a constant reminder.
Before every spanking I must also admit to my wrongdoing, and do
so in a very explicit manner, or I know that the spanking will be harder
and longer. In addition, she scolds me unmercifully during each spanking.
Lastly, she only spanks me when she feels that I have committed a serious
enough offense, so needless to say, every single one of my spankings
end with me crying. And I usually have a black and blue rear end for
at least a couple of days.
Looking In All The Wrong Places
Dear Ms Aunt Kay
I am a 33 year old man living in the south. I have known for years
that I prefer a dominant and loving lady in my life. I had made the
mistake early on and married someone that was submissive too, just not
as much as I.
For years I had thought that the only way I would get what I wanted
was thru BDSM. But too many of the people I met online, and at munches,
were into pain just for the sake of pain. There was no love in it, no
care, no wanting someone to do better -- they just wanted to hurt someone.
Then I found your site about three months ago. (It has taken me this
long to be able to write you back and put it into words.) Your site,
out of all the ones I have found, puts into words what I want in a relationship.
I have been divorced for six years, and during that time I did a
lot of soul searching. I have dated ladies that had a dominant nature
but they never spanked. While I was dating them I was never happier
in my life. So I made the choice to not rush into a relationship, but
to find a lady that understood that my need to submit to her rule had
nothing to do with sex. It is something that is deeper and more complex.
The first time I saw your site, tears feel from my eyes, because I knew
that your site and the stories in it were what I was seeking. I guess
I am scared about bringing it up to someone for fear of what they would
think. I think I am an O K person and I could be better. I am raising
my son by myself without any help from my ex. I have taught my son to
be respectful and kind. But I have not dated a lot, thinking that I
would never find anyone that believes like I do.
YOU HAVE GIVEN ME HOPE! For that I will forever be in you debt.
I know it may take time before I find a lady that understands my need
but knowing that there are more people out there like I am makes me
I will be praying for you and yours, ma'am. I know that I will return
again to your site.
Again, Thank You,
YEAH!! Thanks so much to you and your members to agreeing to the
singles site - Cupid's Corner. You are right, who knows, maybe I'll
find the right man through your site!! I'll keep watching for it, and
keep my fingers crossed. I like that you will screen the ads to avoid
any wannabes, so you know the men are sincere.
I have been meeting a few people online, but the best ones have been
on the East Coast, so that won't work. I totally understand that membership
is for couples only, that is not a problem.
Thanks again for the singles site on your web page. It will be a
great service to the singles that are searching for each other. Your
site will draw the type of man that I would like to find. I am so excited!
I love the DWC Handbook, it has some great information in it. You
did a good job in pulling that together so well.
Dear Aunt Kay,
I thought you might want to hear of my complete satisfaction with
the two discipline instruments I purchased several weeks ago. I must
add that my husband is the least gratified with respect to the purchase.
His level of obedience has risen immensely since I introduced both the
Dominator and Hollerin Hollow when delivering discipline.
I have always been a firm believer in that the hairbrush is the maternal
instrument for punishment and started using mine on my husband for that
purpose early on in our marriage. I found however that something more
was needed to deal with his recurring recalcitrant behavior. I decided
on scheduling Friday night conduct reviews and brought the two new implements
The results have been astounding. Arthur's dread of these whipping
devices is such that he is becoming fully amenable to my command. I
keep both, hanging, with loops attached, in full view on the back of
our bedroom door. Today being Friday, he is going to experience their
usage for I've just learned of an omission of lies that he will answer
for this evening.
My name is Sophia. My husband is Tony. We have been in the lifestyle
for 3 yrs since our younger daughter left home. My purpose in writing
is to let you know of the system I use which might not be new or unique
(what is) but I have never seen anything similar mentioned and it works
I go out to work while Tony works from home, apart from site visits
and so he has become very much a 'house husband' doing most of the daily
chores. In essence the system allows him to own up to things and so
save himself a more unpleasant trip otk. Here is how it works.
When we started on this road, I felt part of the problem was that
he simply didn't recognize that a lot of what he did was irritating
if not downright childish. I thought that getting him to acknowledge
that he had misbehaved would be a major step towards improving him.
We agreed a system which 'rewarded' him for owning up before his
'crime' was discovered. This is it. The clothes brush I use to punish
him hangs on the coat stand in our hall. If he wants to own up to anything,
he places the brush on an adjacent table where I will see it when I
get home. He then goes upstairs to my workroom and undresses down to
his vest and underpants (punishment uniform) and waits for me to get
I always get home within a 15 min span so he never has to wait too
long. I pick up the brush and climb the stairs. On days when I am not
at work he simply has to confess to what has happened before I find
out. He is then sent upstairs to get ready and a few minutes later I
will collect the brush from the hook before going up to deal with the
Initially I gave him a 'discounted' spanking but as we moved on I
introduced 'extras' instead. He knows that if he fails to own up prior
to my confronting him the clothesbrush spanks for a lot longer than
it would otherwise.
In case you are wondering, there is no question of his controlling
events or anything like that. Sometimes when he confesses it is for
something so minor I merely give him a couple of swats over his underpants
with him standing upright. I never let him off completely though. At
other times when he sees me turning to sit in my 'special' chair, he
knows that he will have the opportunity to study the weave in the carpet
for a few minutes. Of course, his underpants are superfluous on those
Advantages of the system -
1. I think that the very act of having to remove the brush from its
proper place and put it on the table for me, together with the awareness
that it has to be done before I arrive home causes him to reflect daily
on his conduct and that it what I want to achieve.
2. The period of waiting allows him to reflect on the fact that he
has not only failed to live up to my standards but has also himself
made the decision to bring that fact to my attention so he definitely
only has himself to blame for the predicament he is in. It also heightens
the suspense of waiting to find out how sore his bottom is going to
3. It quite often brings to my attention misdeeds which otherwise
would probably go undetected thus minimizing the chance of eluding punishment
for any particular transgression.
That's it then, Kay. If you think there is any merit in the above
please feel free to use it if appropriate. Thanks for everything and
keep up the excellent work. Your website was very instrumental in us
choosing this route.
TRUCK DRIVIN' OTK
You may remember me telling you about my husband who drives a truck
and had become increasingly selfish, irresponsible and was taking advantage
of me. When I found your site it was like a god send. I e-mailed you
last Saturday to inform you I had made a decision.
I had informed him, but he thought it was a turn on and maybe foreplay
to sex. Well, let me tell you he found it less than fun when I was through
with him that night. He begged me to stop made promises and even cried
about how much it hurt. I informed him that was the point. He was on
his best behavior for the rest of the week because I informed him that
from now on, when his attitude retuned to what it had been or when he
was selfish or irresponsible, he would find himself over my knee looking
at the floor and getting his ass blistered again and next time I would
not be using my hand.
Well, I guess he thought I was kidding because last night I returned
from work and the children were alone because he decided he had more
important things to do than to wait around for me to get back. He lived
to regret his irresponsible decision. When the kids were asleep and
he returned from where he had gone, I informed him I was waiting for
him in our bedroom. He was shocked when he saw me sitting there with
the paddle in my hand he quickly removed his pants, underwear and was
in position before I even told him to. He then received the worst spanking
he had in his whole life (so he says). Oh well! That's how it's going
to be for us from now on and we both feel better. He actually told me
he felt better after.
Barbara and I had rented an apartment and were decorating it for use
after our approaching wedding. As the date approached, we had had intense
discussions (Barbie called them arguments) about arrangements and related
issues. (ie.. Where we would live - I wanted to live a fair distance
from either set of parent - She wanted to rent an apartment her parents
owned which was close to her parents residence. She won. I wanted a
fairly informal wedding - She wanted long dresses and Tuxes. She won.
In decor, I preferred comfortable overstuffed furniture - She wanted
French Provincial. She won.) I could go on for some time with this but
suffice to say that in our discussions, she nearly always won. When
she did not, it was, in retrospect, an unimportant item.
This particular evening we had been repainting the kitchen to suit
Barbara. When we finished, she said, "Sit down Bob, we have to
talk." I sat, not knowing what to expect, but from the no-nonsense
tone of her voice, I knew it was something serious. "Our wedding
is only a little while off, now, but it is not too late to call it off,"
she started. "What do you mean 'call it off?," I blurted,
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She smiled
and said, "I know you do, poor dear, and I love you too. I love
your tenderness, your consideration, and your willingness to give me
my way. However, marriage is forever, and I am not sure I can accept
a life of arguments. That is all I have heard in my family, and I don't
want that for me." I started to speak, but she said "Hush,
now, I know you are going to say it doesn't have to be that way, and
IT DOESN'T. But the only way that will work is if one of us is recognized
as the head of the house. I know traditionally that would be you. I
cannot accept that. I happen to believe quite sincerely that it is natural
for the woman to lead. I was going to broach this after the wedding,
but I think it is fairer to clear the air now before anyone is hurt.
I must be the undisputed head of the house. What I say is law, and you
had better accept that. That will start in the Bedroom, where I will
dictate how often and, just as important, how we have sex. It will extend
from there to all areas of our relationship. I will set the household
chores that I expect you to do. I will be in total charge of our social
calendar. You will give your paycheck to me and accept whatever allowance
I feel is required. There will never be any discussion of what you wear;
I will lay your clothes out and you will put them on. You will learn
that profanity is not permitted in my home. Usually I shall drive and
you will sit in the passenger seat. When I go shopping, you WILL accompany
me without complaint. You will not argue with me about anything. Is
all that clear?" I was astounded. I sat there mute for a couple
of minutes. Finally I said, "You are serious, aren't you?"
"I have never been more serious about anything in my life,"
she answered, "And if you cannot accept it in total, Bob, I am
afraid, much as I love you and you love me, that I will have to cancel
the wedding. Again, Is that clear?" I stammered, "Can I think
about it?" Again she smiled at me and said, "I expect you
to. I am going to the bedroom while you think it over. As a symbol of
your acceptance of my terms, I want you to come to me there, and ask
me to give you a spanking. If you cannot do this, I doubt if you can
permanently accept your life as my inferior. You have fifteen minutes,
after which, I shall leave, and you and I are a thing of the past. Is
that clear?" I tried to start a discussion, and was told, "I
only want to hear, 'yes ma'am' from you," Her stare was determined
and a little cold. "Yes ma'am," I said with my eyes lowered.
She took her purse, walked back to the bedroom, and I just sat there,
stunned. I could not envision life without Barbie.
I won't go into detail on what I thought during those few minutes
I had been given. With a couple of minutes to spare, I opened the door
of the bedroom. She had a very sweet smile on her face. "That's
my good little boy, I really did not doubt that you would surrender.
The next ten or so minutes are going to be very painful for you, physically,
but when it is all over, you will be much happier. I am naturally the
stronger of the two of us. Let's face it, Bob, John Wayne you're not.
Inside you have already accepted your place. We just have to formalize
it!" She reached for her purse and took out a hairbrush, smiling
at the look on my face. "You didn't expect me to use my hand, did
you? I brought this along specifically for this moment. Now get over
here and let's get this bit of unpleasantness over with. But from here
on, you are on your own. I want you to fold my skirt back and get across
my lap without being told" I stepped to her right and folded her
skirt back, revealing the legs I loved so much. She unbuckled my belt
and lowered my pants to the floor. Then, with a wicked smile, she lowered
my skivvies to the same point and said, "Now we are ready, you
know what you must do." But I could not bring myself to lower my
body. My mouth was dry. I just stared at the tops of her stockings.
Again there was that little smile on her face, and she said to me, "Come,
come, dear. You know you really want to get across my lap. You want
to surrender. You have accepted your new life as my husband and my inferior.
You just have to take the first of what will, I am sure, be many, many
spankings for displeasing me in little ways. I hope you understand that.
Also, I will use spankings and other punishments to enforce my will
whenever I please. You do understand?" I couldn't think of anything
to say but "Yes ma'am." That is what she wanted to hear, "Then
be a good boy and get across mommy's lap. I'll bet you like to hear
that, don't you? No more trying to be a blustering he-man, just mommy's
little boy. Come on, sweetie, get in position."
I think I gave a little sob as I lowered myself across her knees and
waited the first swat. It was not long in coming. She brought the hairbrush
down with all her force, and I yelped. She gave me a couple more and
then stopped. "Dear, this is going to take quite a while. You will
be crying like a baby before I let you up, but try to control the yelping.
We don't need the neighbors to know I am spanking you. You are not a
man, but try to act like one for a few minutes." Then she resumed
the spanking. I started to count to myself, but soon lost count in the
pain I was experiencing. It went on and on covering my backside and
the backs of my thighs. She would pause periodically to verbally reinforce
what our married life would be, then simply continued to rain the spanks
of my backside which after five minutes was beyond being described as
in pain. It was something beyond that. I was blubbering, crying incoherently,
but I had quit kicking my legs, and quit saying, "please stop."
I just lay across her lap knowing that Barbara was now in complete charge.
I would never be able to meet her gaze or argue with her again. Finally
she stopped, and told me to get up. "I know it must hurt more than
anything you have ever experienced." She continued, "But you
will be much happier for the remainder of you life. You have done something
more men should do - accept their inferior position to their wives.
I'm going to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. After you have composed
yourself a little, you may join me," and she very coolly straightened
her skirt and left the room.
I lay on the bed and cried for probably fifteen minutes; it hurt so
bad. After a little while longer, I went to the bathroom to wash my
face. Then I entered the kitchen with my eyes lowered, I could not look
her in the eye. "Welcome to the rest of your life, honey,"
she said. "Just keep in mind that Barbara does not want to argue.
She will set the rules in our home, and you will obey them - INSTANTLY.
If you do, you will reduce the number of punishments Barbie will have
to give you." There was really only one answer, "Yes ma'am."
For better than twenty years I have used that phrase daily.....Twenty
BARBIE'S WAY II
An Addendum from Bob's Wife
Bob and I owe thanks to one of my sorority sisters. She came from
a home where Mother was boss, the disciplinarian and final authority.
Mom's discipline was applied even handed to her children AND HER HUSBAND.
She shared this with some of us who were closest to her. It immediately
fascinated me as I had come from a home of constant bickering, and shouted
arguments. In the course of "pillow conversations" with her, I found
that her home was quiet, her father, considerate, and her mother, happy.
I decided then, that this was what I wanted. Bob is accurate to an almost
embarrassing degree in describing the evening he accepted his place.
I was certain that if I could get him to submit to a spanking that had
the stated purpose of establishing me as the authority in our marriage,
and I made that spanking one that reduced him to a child-like state,
he would never, ever again be in a psychological position to challenge
me. For us, at least, it worked.
One incident about five years ago illustrates this. We were in after
dinner conversation with our two daughters, ages 15 and 13, when the
fifteen year old said that our home was so happy when many of their
friends said that there was constant fighting in theirs. "How have you
done it?" she asked. Bob and I had discussed if and when we should share
our arrangement with the girls, and had pretty much decided to "play
it by ear" This seemed to me the proper time. "Shall I tell them, or
you?" I asked. Bob blushed a little and said that I should. I did not
go into explicit details, but that evening the girls found that Dad's
quiet acceptance of my wishes was not accidental, that I frequently
found it necessary to put him over my knees. I am not sure the older
one was totally surprised, but she said nothing to indicate she suspected,
unless the original question was it.
Since that evening, life has been even less complicated. There is
now no reason to wait until both girls are out to correct Bob. If I
am a little displeased, we simply excuse ourselves and go to our room
where I give Bob what he has coming. The girls can hear the spanking,
but they are very good about making no comment when we return. I would
not be surprised if I am raising two future DWs. They will never witness
a spanking, but they have no doubt that Dad gets them and they can see
the beneficial results in our home.
ROVING EYE Dear Aunt Kay:
Could I get your advice about your most advanced disciplinary technique?
I have learned that my husband has a roving eye.
I consider this a total lack of respect! It is my intention to deliver
a long, hard, and painful punishment. I intend to spank/paddle/strap
him until he is welted, bruised, crying like a baby, and begging for
mercy. I want to spank for as long as possible without drawing blood.
I have no intention of being lenient with him. 200 sounds like a nice
Could I get your advice regarding the number of swats with the different
implements and some tips on body positioning(mine and his) for maximum
effect? How often should I give him a break? Any other advice would
I wrote a few days back about my husband. I told you that I had noticed
him admiring and flirting with some other women recently. I told him
that we would be dealing with it after I had time to think about his
After consulting your new web page about discipline methods, I took
care of it this evening. I sent Bill into the bedroom, made him strip,
and lay on the bed bottom up. I have one of those heavy hairbrushes
that you recommend. I started spanking in sets of 4 and then 8 as you
I kept this up until he was warmed up. This seemed quite effective.
I was leaving quite an impression on my naughty husband's tender bottom.
Then, I started in with the non-stop paddling. I brought that brush
down on him as hard as I could. Again and again and again, it was the
sound of the hairbrush against bare flesh.
I had been moving the brush around all over his ass. But then, I
started to deliver consecutive spanks to his left cheek. I laughed a
bit when he started squirming around. He was trying to get me interested
in his other side and get some relief off that left cheek. Those cheeks
were real red and getting just a bit lumpy. He was moaning, groaning,
and getting a little teary eyed.
I stopped briefly and gave him a talking to. I told him that I would
decide where he was to be spanked. He started telling me that he would
never do it again and how sorry he was, etc....
I told him that he was not as sorry as he was going to be! I really
did not feel bad. I do anything and everything to turn him on. I told
him how hurt and humiliated I felt.
I told him that other men may get away with this, but that he gets
punished and he gets punished HARD!
I teased him a little about the condition his rear end was in, told
him that he would take whatever I decided, and then told him that I
wasn't even warmed up! The look on his face was priceless!
I added something about him enjoying his break and started in again.
Right cheek, left cheek, upper thighs, lower cheeks, upper cheeks, I
really unloaded. He had totally lost it. We were well into 3 figures
and his bottom showed it. After a couple of swats to that sore left
side, he reached his hand back for protection. I swatted his hand with
I demanded to know if he was just trying to make me angry. He was
like, "Oh no honey. It's just that it hurts!" "It's supposed
to hurt! You're being punished", I told him.
He told me that he could not take it anymore. I told him that he
had just about finished the punishment for the flirting. However, he
would get a couple dozen after that for resisting his punishment. I
carried on despite all of his crying. After he had recovered, we talked.
I told him it was for his own good and an expression of my love. I think
he will be remembering for at least a week. I think I have dealt with
this little problem. What do you think? Mona
PS (day after) A point of interest: What a difference last night made.
Today it's yes honey, no honey, yes maam, no maam. I wonder why? :)
Dear Aunt Kay,
My wife, Mona, sent you an e-mail regarding a spanking I had received
earlier in the week. I had been spanked for being a flirt with other
She had me write my feelings about this on paper. Now, she's having
me send them to you.
First, allow me to say that the paddling was the most painful experience
of my life! I couldn't believe it. I was a grown man crying like a child.
I didn't think she was ever going to let up. She said the count was
an even 200. Do you suggest that women spank that hard?
From this, I learned something important: I am loved. As I was being
paddled, I realized how much she must have loved me. I mean I had done
something that Mona felt needed correction and she was dealing with
it. Most men tend to treat their wives terribly. My wife is in a position
where she simply will not tolerate it.
Afterwards, Mona asked me if I would ever want a more traditional
marriage. I said no and I meant that. I am 26 and Mona is 24. I must
admit that it is something special to know that I am under the rule
of a disciplinary wife from now on who can rule me and discipline me
in any way she choses.
I asked Mona if any future spankings would be as hard. She said many
would not be but that many would be harder. It just depends on my behavior
and what kind of mood she's in. I promised that I would never do anything
inconsiderate or defiant. I would obey her rules and orders to the letter.
She was skeptical. She said that perfection was the only standard she
Mona's attitude during the paddling suprised me. It was not an attitude
of a person carrying out their duty with regret. Emotionally, she was
very tough. For example, she made a remark about loving those bruises
and blisters on my cute little butt. She was asking how does it feel
and poor baby does it hurt. I realized that she was the injured party.
It was fine that she gained such pleasure from seeing me that way.
You really seemed to have released something in my wife! If you respond,
PLEASE! Tell my wife that I wrote a good letter and seemed to be getting
the hang of it.
THE SHADOW DEADLINE
Dear Aunt Kay,
My wife Jill (see "coverts make the best" real people letter
6/17/99) asked that I write this real people letter as an additional
part of my protracted punishment for missing an important deadline.
In my occupation I take on a number of long-term creative projects.
I had been working on a particular project for several months and missed
the initial deadline back in the spring. By mid-summer I still hadn't
quite finished up the project and was having trouble completing it.
Jill and I agreed that I needed some additional incentive for finishing.
We agreed that she would write a "shadow deadline" down
on a sheet of paper (that I would not see) and seal it in an envelope.
If I were to make this unknown deadline I would be rewarded but if I
missed the deadline I would receive a "punishment spanking"
and extra chores as my wife's slave for a period of time of her choice.
She indicated that this period of time would be prorated and the more
I missed my deadline by the longer I would be subjected to the punishment
of extra chores and more demanding discipline and rules to obey.
This week I finally finished the project and last night Jill sent
me to the basement with all our spanking implements. I knew this wasn't
a good sign and that I had probably missed my deadline. After all the
implements were neatly arranged on the fireplace mantle she ordered
me to stand in the corner with my shorts down and my shirt lifted. She
then lectured to me saying "Since you haven't acted responsibly
like an adult you are going to lose your privileges as an adult for
a while. You have acted irresponsibly like a naughty boy and thus you
will be treated like one, young man. And since you haven't shown self-discipline
tonight I will show you the alternative--which is real discipline and
that means you'll be getting a real spanking and that means it will
not stop when you want it to stop or anywhere near when you want it
to stop, or for that matter you will not know when it starts either.
You made everyone else wait 5 months for the project. The good news
for you is you don't have to wait 5 months...but I will make you wait
to concentrate on why you're going to be punished and to ponder the
fact that you're going to get a spanking you won't forget tonight!"
With those words she left me standing in the lonely corner to wait.
After a long wait in the corner with all the spanking implements
laying beside me on the mantle, the cold floor laying under my feet,
and thoughts of the punishment to come reminding me of my impending
date with a harsh dose of discipline, the wait seemed to last over an
hour. Jill says it wasn't that long, however, and I'm certainly in no
mood to question her. When she did reappear, my wife had the envelope
in hand and asked me to open it. Upon opening it the card read:
Your Red-Letter Deadline is.....................a deadline beyond
which time lateness in finishing your project will result in a period
of disciplinary actions to be carried out at the complete command of
your wife, who may 1) treat you like the naughty irresponsible boy who
does not keep deadlines and 2) require disciplinary slave labor. The
date of your deadline is.........................
I opened the page to the date August 24th and knew I was in BIG trouble.
There on the inside were the discipline time guidelines specifying that
for the first 8 days late I would perform chores for my wife for 1/4
day each, for the next 15 days the rate would be 1/3 day, for the next
20 days 1/2 a day, and each day thereafter 1 FULL DAY. She asked me
to do the math and write down my extra chores period. I did and had
to read out loud that I would be subjected to 31 DAYS of disciplinary
chores at my wife's command.
She then ordered me to lay over a padded foot stool and get ready
for a real spanking. She also handcuffed my hands together in front
so I couldn't reach back to protect myself. She sat in a chair next
to the stool and grabbed the large black spencer paddle and began relentlessly
paddling my bare bottom. She spanked me hard and fast and without any
warm-ups and was relentless! I kicked and squirmed but she placed her
leg across the small of my back to hold me down and I couldn't get free.
She lectured as she continued to bring the paddle down for hard smack
after smack and I buried my head into my tied hands and was near tears.
She surprised me with her strength and her resolve to really spank me
good. After well over 100 hard smacks she gave me a break to read the
long list of chores I would be performing for her for the next 31 days.
After I read the chores I had to bring her the Hollerin Hollow Cane
(highly recommended! ouch!) and back over the stool I went. Each swish
made me wince terribly as they struck into my already tender bottom.
She caned me with a stern demeanor and harshly and after the caning
she instructed me to stand in the corner and read my next list--it was
a list of spanking games we would play 3 nights a week at 9:30 when
I finished performing her chores. All of the games were stacked to Jill's
satisfaction and she delights at the prospect of playing spanking games
at her every whim.
She then spanked me some more with a belt and asked if I was ready
for dinner yet. I meekly replied yes but she said "too bad because
I'm not, I'm ready to do some more spanking!" She still had great
stamina and spanked me with a fraternity paddle, a wooden spoon, and
a hairbrush--ouch!! To remind me of my punishment I was not allowed
to put my shorts back on and I spent the rest of the night bare. Later
in the mirror I saw that Jill had literally *blistered* my bottom and
I still wince as I sit or get up from sitting.
The Shadow Deadline punishment was more than I ever imagined it would
be and I still have a month of extra chores.
As intense and dreadful as the spanking itself was, I have to say
that your DWC philosophy has done wonders for our already wonderful
relationship! Not only will I be sure to make my next major project
deadline (I sure won't want to repeat this spanking again) but it has
added an exciting new element to our relationship and allowed my wife
to take complete control which is satisfying to both of us. She never
feels compelled to complain, since a spanking is more effective, always
an option, and something that we've both agreed is necessary when she
feels it is warranted.
Perhaps even more encouraging to some of your readers with "vanilla"
spouses or lovers is that Jill has demonstrated the adage "converts
make the best...spankers" beyond my wildest dreams.
We incorporated spanking into our relationship very slowly and I
showed her the DWC page. I did not pressure her into giving me a hard
spanking the first time. Our first attempt did not live up to my unrealistic
expectations and the spanking was "too light" compared to
what I had hoped for but rather than be disheartened, I let her know
how intensely pleased I was that she was willing to explore new things
and that I'd be glad to pursue such things at her pace. This is I expect
where most men miss out by not letting "her" dictate the pace.
How things have changed---now Jill spanks with the demeanor, force and
confidence of someone who is completely confident and absolutely in
control!! And believe me she has perfected the art of discipline (perhaps
even too well)!
She is completely in charge and neither of us would want it any other
way. Our relationship, always wonderful, is even better with Jill absolutely
in charge and a complete convert to the DWC philosophy!
Thanks Aunt Kay, your site is great!
Hi Aunt Kay,
I have to say that thanks to your site, my soon to be wife and I
are pratcing the lifestyle. We enjoy it so much, that I decided to share
with you my first DWC Lifestyle spanking.
First, a little background. About 5 months ago, my fiance and I
were having a discussion that ended in slight argument. I was somewhat
serious, and told her to bend over my knee for a spanking. To my surprise,
she did, and I gave her one. After I was finished, I felt really guilty
about what I had done. It seemed to me that since we were getting married
that we needed to be 100% equal, so I asked her if she would like to
spank me. She agreed, and ordered me to drop my pants and bend over
her knee. I complied, and she delivered.
So now lets fast forward to the present. Ever since that afternoon
when she spanked me, I felt as though I needed her to show her assertiveness
whenever she deemed necessary. So I went surfing the web in search of
information on wives/girlfriends spanking their man. It was a little
scary to me to just come out and ask her to spank me without a little
research first. I happened across your site and read as much as I could.
That night, when my fiance came home, I sat her down and we discussed
the issue. I even pulled your site up on the computer so that she could
The next morning, she put her foot down for the first time bright
and early. I am somewhat of a grouch in the morning, and can say some
nasty things when it is time to wake up. I usually ignore her when she
wakes me and sleep for at least another half hour past the alarm, till
she is hollering that I will be late to work. That morning, she taught
me a lesson about listening the first time. When I refused to get up,
she pulled the covers off of me to expose my back side. She than gave
me a series of swats till I tried to get up. "Now go and take your
shower and get dressed" was the next thing out of her mouth. I
did as she said and headed down stairs. When I got to the bottom of
the stairs, I heard this deep, demanding voice coming from the kitchen.
"Come in here right now," she said. When I entered, the next
thing I heard was, "take off your pants and bend over the counter".
I just looked at her in shock and she informed me, "do it now,
or the underpants come off too". I did as told, and got a good
20 across the butt with her hand. When she was done, she lectured me.
"Now, you know that if you don't get up when I say, you will be
punished. For every time I have to say wake up, you will get 20 in your
underpants. If you answer me back, you get 30 on the bare backside".
I replied with a yes ma'am, and stood up looking for my pants. "What
do you think you are doing? I am not done yet!" she said. "Now,
I have done some thinking. I think that for all the times you have been
mean to me, you need to be punished. Starting today, I am going to punish
you every morning until I feel you have learned your lesson. When I
think justice was served, you will get at minimum one spanking per week
as a reminder. If you are a bad boy, you will get additional spankings
during the week". At that time, I felt so guilty for all I have
done to this poor woman who has done nothing but be there for me and
support me. I agreed and she than proceeded with part two of my punishment.
"Go upstairs and bring me the wide strap that you wear with your
work clothes," she ordered. When I returned to the kitchen, she
proceeded. "Take down your underpants and bend over my knee".
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. A good 25 or 30 she delivered to my bare back side.
"Stand up and pull up your underpants. I think that this is a good
start to your redemption. Just so you remember today, you will get 10
more on your bare back side with the wooden spoon". She delivered
as promised, and I had a stinging experience for the rest of the day.
Thank you for having a site dedicated to this type of spanking. In the
short time that we have started to adapt the lifestyle, we have become
much closer. Our communication has improved. She feels satisfied from
being able to give me what I deserve, and I am satisfied cause I get
what I need. We are now in to the beginning of day 4 of my daily lesson.
I have acted up once, and got a nice addition to my daily spanking.
I was also instructed to use my wood working skills to make her 4 different
size paddles. We are both looking forward to using the first one tomorrow.
I'll let you know what kind of impression it makes on me (lol).
J and M
Instructions From His Wife
Dear Aunt Kay,
In accordance with instructions from my wife, I submit this letter
of apology to you and all other DWC wives whom I may have offended by
my recent unacceptable behavior. The incident directly involved one
of your members, my wife, and in so doing may have been an affront to
you and other members as well.
The incident was my defiance with regard to accepting punishment
deemed appropriate by my wife for my less than positive behavior. In
refusing to accept the punishment, I compounded the offense and was
rude and inconsiderate in the process. She warned me that the course
of action I was taking would result in my having to formally request
in writing her continued participation in the DWC. I not only ignored
her warning, but made an entirely uncalled for remark.
I offer my most sincere apologies for this transgression. I confess
that there are no circumstances, mitigating or otherwise, that could
ever possibly justify the unacceptable behavior I displayed. I am truly
sorry. I am most willing to accept whatever punishment is deemed necessary,
and most respectfully request that I be allowed to continue in the DWC
This incident occurred in the Wednesday evening and the next morning
my wife decided not to wait for me to get around to writing a letter
of apology to her. Instead, she interrupted me while I was dressing,
very sternly ordered me to the living room while only half dressed (top
half) put me over the back of our couch and used every implement in
her "tool bag" on me. I have no complaints. I had great difficulty
in accepting this punishment because of its' severity and the fact that
I was not mentally prepared. I was truly caught off guard. I was at
that time informed that I would also write letters of apology to both
her and Aunt Kay. I was further informed that she would seek advice
from Aunt Kay and other wives as to what additional punishment they
felt I deserved. I was told to have no doubt that additional punishment
was in store for me. I will be "convinced" that I must never
be defiant again by the time this is over. I do and will accept whatever
punishment is decided upon without hesitation or reservation of any
I have already written my letter of apology to my wife, promising
that I will never again fail to live up to my commitments and promises,
past, present and future. I pledged my life and love to her and implored
her to continue in the DWC lifestyle. I now submit this letter to you
and very humbly ask, please forgive me.
Dear Aunt Kay,
I have read every word on this site. Having had what would be called
a DWC marriage for more than ten years, I am pleased to see that I am
handling things pretty well, although, to my hubby's chagrin, a few
things are changing for the worse for him. However, one facet I do not
feel is given sufficient discussion by the site's contributors is the
matter of the husband's chores. I think this is extremely important
to the woman. My husband retired a few months ago, and I decided well
before the date that I would not live our final twenty or more years
doing most of the housework. He now: Does all the dishes everyday, makes
the bed everyday, vacuums the carpet once a week, cleans the commodes
once a week, scrubs the kitchen floor biweekly, washes both cars before
the weekend unless I feel the weather makes it foolish, sweeps the garage
floor before the end of the first week of each month, and keeps the
yard neatly trimmed. There are no aprons or any other attempts to humiliate
him unless a good sound spanking for failure to perform a task to my
satisfaction is considered humiliating. He received several of these
shortly after we started this routine, but it only took a few to show
him the error of his ways. For example, I decided to be extremely demanding
at the outset so as to set a proper tone for him. He was told that the
bed was to be made with NO wrinkles in the spread and that the bedspread
and that it was to be EXACTLY the same distance from the floor on both
sides of the bed. Needless to say, his first attempt failed. I called
him to the bedroom and pointed out what I will admit was only a suggestion
of a wrinkle, and the fact that I measured almost a two inch difference
in the drop of the spread and asked him if this was how he had been
instructed. At first he said he thought it was OK. Then, I gave him
the ruler and made him measure the drop. He was forced to admit that
there was, indeed, a difference, and that he had failed to satisfy my
demands. With a smile, I sat down on the bedroom chair, folded my skirt
back and told him to bring me my paddle. In a few moments his pants
were down and he was across my lap. A very short time later, he was
sobbing and promising to do better in the future. He was promising long
before I was finished spanking. I gave him one hundred swats - yes one
hundred -and informed him that the next time he failed to please me,
it would be worse. Then, sitting on a very tender derriere, he wrote
two hundred times, "A husband's joy is to please his wife in every
way." As I said, it took a few sessions like this one, but he now
performs his chores well, and very meekly asks for my inspection and
approval when he completes one. Women who do not make a routine of this
nature a part of their relationship are missing something extremely
convenient for them and, although they may not want to admit it, very
satisfying for their husbands. Before his retirement, my husband knew
he had better do as he was told, but now he has his list of regular
duties and time limits by which I expect them done. Except when I wish
to add to a chore or establish, nothing needs to be said. He gets his
satisfaction pleasing me.
What Does DWC Stand For?
Aunt Kay has assigned me to put pen to paper articulating what the
Disciplinary Wives Club promotes, and of equal importance, what it does
not promote in my view.
This is a relatively easy assignment given the rich material on the
web-site, but it was not assigned to me for it's ease - it was assigned
to me to take a little of my spare time away, as I was cheeky to Aunt
Kay in an e-mail and am now paying the price. That the price is low
is a reason for me to be grateful and acknowledge Aunt Kay's generous
Indeed, in a microcosm this describes what the DWC stands for - strong,
capable women providing men with nurturing discipline and control, not
in an abusive or ultra-severe way, but in ways that helps the man understand
The DWC is all about reality, special relationships, love and trust.
The sort of trust that would enable a strong man to weep in his wife's
arms after a licking, and then gently being led to the corner while
drying his eyes. The sort of trust that would enable a woman to administer
a strong dose of woodshed medicine to a man she loves and likes. The
sort of trust that would allow a man to accept scolding, groundings,
time-outs and penance tasks, just because his disciplinarian has determined
he needs it.
It is not about S&M, sexual deviation or "kink." Nor
is it overly concerned with sex, although DWC principles are in the
context of adult relationships. The DWC promotes a lifestyle where people
who are committed to each other can get the help they need in dealing
with behavior problems, stress or the need to change in some fundamental
way, and to be secure in the knowledge that they will get that help.
The help might come at the expense of a blistered seat, or through other
methods. It might be severe. But it will be nurturing, empathetic discipline,
delivered in a supportive manner.
It is this last point that differentiates the DWC from programs and
web sites that are based on a Slave/Mistress mentality, fetish-based
ideas of female supremacy and pornographic expressions. Just as a mother
corrects her young child, the DWC woman guides and mentors her man in
loving strictness. Firm, fair, unrelenting and demanding should be words
that describe the DWC woman. Repentant, tearful, humbled and calm should
describe the man.
Finally, DWC also provides useful help in terms of implements, instructional
videos and related material, and even a "personals" section
to help like-minded people meet and grow close in a romantic, strict
SLIPPER OR SHOE
Hi Aunt Kay.
My name is Jeanne and I just found your web site as of last night
and wanted to say that it's great!
I have a boyfriend that I have been dating now for about 5 years and
about two years ago I brought domestic discipline into the relationship
mostly of my own choosing and very little on his end of things. While
on your site I noticed that you even had a very short little word about
using a slipper for spankings. That is my preferred item to use. Many
may not know this but a good slipper or in this case an old sneaker
can be a very powerful tool for disciplining, as my boyfriend will attest
I have a strap that so far in 2 years has only been used maybe 3 times
whereas the slipper does such a great job on my boyfriend all the time.
I also find that there are many good types of shoes out there for
just this. One is the Ked's sneakers and when once well worn and aged
with time, like a fine wine that just gets better with age.
In my case I have small feet so I have bought him a pair and while
at first there was a little protest to him wearing what he calls 'girls
has now gotten very use to wearing them so much so that many times he
has forgotten he has them on and went out shopping and about the city.
The reason I have him wear a pair and break them in is so that he
may get his spankings with his own shoe which is bigger then mine by
far and therefore more of his bottom gets to feel the teaching effects
Dear Aunt Kay,
I am writing to let you know about my latest experience.
For weeks I have been corresponding with a couple, Fred and Carrie,
who are members of the DWC. After several correspondences back and forth
with Carrie, I drove to met with them at their home. We had a good discussion
about DWC, especially about how best to entice my very vanilla wife
to try the DWC lifestyle. They gave me several articles to read.
I had previously E-mailed my initial confession, so Carrie gave me
my first adult experience of a disciplinary spanking, DWC style. The
stinging of the spanking was hard to bear, but the most lasting reminders
came from her paddle with holes and her cane, which I could feel most
of the week. The spanking gave me some release, and was effective in
motivating me change my habits of tardiness and procrastination. (Of
course, I still have a long way to go.)
However, I was most impressed by the warmth of the hugs and gentle
touching paired with the spanking and scolding: I felt cherished and
chastised at the same time, a very non-sexual, almost childlike response.
I also felt forgiven and motivated by being held accountable to a woman
I respect and want to please, and more determined than ever to pursue
the DWC lifestyle with my wife.
I feel that I have been introduced to some true kindred spirits. Thank
you again for keeping this website going, Aunt Kay. I am pleased with
the smoothness and speed with which the site now operates.
Over the years I have read many stories and reports about men who
found themselves in situations where they were being punished, with
spanking, by several women at once. The themes vary but they are basically
that the wife or girlfriend invites or permits others to spank them
and they are soundly punished in the process.
I read a lot of these stories and wanted to believe them, but, so
many were obviously phony that I knew they were someone's fantasy and
not a true event.
I am married to a DWC woman now and we have quite a few friends who
are true-hearted DWC couples and singles. I have personally been spanked
by women other than my wife, with her full agreement of course. Many
of those spankings were no joke and I became more respectful as a result
What I want to share with the DWC readers today is an event that recently
occurred in which I got a major discipline session, which I deserved,
and how it all came about.
We have some good friends who live about an hour or so drive from
us. We are all busy people with professional jobs and simply do not
have the time to get together as much as we would like to. Whenever
we do, the sense of closeness is wonderful and we seem to never have
enough time to talk about everything we want to talk about.
A few months ago, when we were at their house for a dinner, I did
something pretty rude. It was not on purpose; it was more about being
unthinking and inconsiderate. I won't elaborate on what it was since
it is really between us, but the bottom line is it hurt the feelings
of our hostess.
Needless to say I felt terrible about it. The worst I ever feel is
when I hurt my wife's feelings and this was that kind of feeling bad.
Our friend said that once she had disciplined me for what happened,
everything would be fine. I was more than willing to pay for my mistake
and to clean the slate with her, but believe me; I was also worried
Because everyone was so busy, several weeks passed before we could
schedule a get together for all of us. I had hoped that the time between
would decrease the intensity of her feeling about the event. Wishful
We arrived at their home and everything was as warm and upbeat as
usual. We went out for a fun lunch and then came back to their house
and chatted for a while. Then my Auntie announced that it was time for
our "conference." My wife and my Auntie's husband decided
they would take a walk on the beach and rejoin us in about an hour.
As soon as we were alone my Auntie turned her serious side on and
said it was time for my discipline session. She got out her chosen implements;
a hairbrush and a thick strap and lectured me on my behavior. I felt
exactly like the inconsiderate young man that I had been. Her authority
She then proceeded to deliver a full discipline session in the style
she deemed most appropriate. I was basically spanked in several positions,
which she found most convenient at the moment. I was spanked over her
knee several times, laid over a chair, and also over her bent leg standing
up. My Auntie is a very experienced, hard spanker and she knew exactly
what she was doing. That spanking really hurt and the way she controlled
me and spanked and spanked until SHE felt good and done, left me feeling
that I had paid my dues. Afterwards we hugged and she totally forgave
When my wife and her husband came back, everyone was at ease. We resumed
our visit. I
I was amazed at the nonchalance everyone exhibited. As I thought about
it later, I felt great about the four of us mature adults, who believe
in the disciplinary lifestyle and can integrate it into a bigger relationship.
On the way home from my Auntie, Dana Specht's, house, my wife, Aunt
Kay had no sympathy what so ever for my difficulty sitting. She said
that Auntie knew best and that if I complained again, she would add
to it as soon as we got home. My complaining stopped immediately.