As you can see, a hand spanking from Aunt Kay was not any easier than with any other implement.
Yes, that was indeed made from an outline of her hand.
The subject is confessing misbehavior to a disciplinary wife. I have had discussions with several men about this. Some consider it absurd, preferring the philosophy that if you get caught, like in “real life”, then you get the consequences. Otherwise, it’s your good luck. Others are committed to a higher standard; honesty, openness, and integrity. While I personally was committed to the higher standard, I’m not really saying it is the better or proper choice. In fact, I only call it a higher standard because it requires a lot more effort; a higher consumption of emotional energy if you will. Anyway, it’s that approach this piece is about.
The commitment to openness and honesty was the starting point of my relationship with Aunt Kay; well before she was Aunt Kay or even knew about my disciplinary bent. In some ways openly expressing emotions was more difficult for her, because her nature was much more privacy-oriented then mine. But it was the foundation for a relationship with an incredible amount of trust. We would have walked into Hell hand in hand.
I believe my preference for the higher standard is echoed by most DWC men. One reason I say that is the incredible impact of the Confessional events at DWC gatherings. The pre-gathering assignment for men was to write an essay about something they felt required disciplinary action to release energy they were still holding for misdeeds, misbehavior, etc, but had kept more or less secret. These were delivered to Aunt Kay upon arrival and she studied them very carefully, observed the women during the first day, and ultimately made assignments for who would “discuss” their confession with who. Some of those sessions delivered such liberation that the men talked about it for years afterwards.
For me, if Aunt Kay looked me in the eye and said “is there anything you need to tell me.” I sucked it up and said what I needed to say. There were even times after a spanking, when I was SO thankful it was over, and she asked “Is there anything ELSE I should know.” And as hard as every word was, I would tell her the truth. There were times she just appreciated my honesty and let it go. But other times she decided that I needed additional disciplinary attention and the consequences were unforgettable.
Like the men I mentioned above who were liberated, by which I mean came away feeling almost brand new, soul scrubbed clean, the medicine brought me years and years of well being and contentedness.
So, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I'll say - if you are among those who are still holding out, fearful of telling your partner about your needs; maybe it's time.
If this entry helps promote deeper intimacy for any of you I’ll consider it worth my time.