I am 23. My husband John is 37. I was a 16 year old brat from a religious family when I married John seven years ago. My father spanked me in front of John a few weeks before our wedding. I never thought about that continuing into my marriage, but I threw a little fit on the third day of our honeymoon. I'm 4'11" and weigh just over 100 pounds. John is 5'9" and weighs twice what I do. About a minute into my fit I found myself across his lap with him using a hairbrush on my bared bottom. He spanked me til I cried (which didn't take long) and then he spanked me for another minute or two. Then he stood me up and put me in a corner in our hotel room for about five minutes - nose to the wall. I stood there with my bottom glowing - mad, embarrassed, and confused. He eventually called me back over to where he was sitting on the bed and talked to me for a few minutes (and acted like the fact that I was bottomless was irrelevant). He asked if I was going to throw any more tantrums. I said no. He asked if I was sorry. I said yes. Then we made the best love of our honeymoon.
We've never negotiated any kind of arrangement. I suspect that would compromise his authority. I know the sorts of things that will get me spanked. I try to avoid them. But for seven years now it's happened about twice a month. And I've come to realize that John looks for reasons to spank me. Life is good. I love John. So I live with the "domestic discipline."
We've never negotiated any kind of arrangement. I suspect that would compromise his authority. I know the sorts of things that will get me spanked. I try to avoid them. But for seven years now it's happened about twice a month. And I've come to realize that John looks for reasons to spank me. Life is good. I love John. So I live with the "domestic discipline."
