I wish I could reach some of the women who are reluctant or unwilling to take on the disciplinary position in their homes. I would say to them "I know you love your man and care about his well being and happiness. I understand that the concept of spanking him is alien to you and that there are probably fears about things like seeing him differently after that. But once you get past your own resistance to it, it's like jumping into cool water on a sweaty hot day...you'll probably like it a lot and not want to come out of the water."
I would tell them all about
the many frustrated hubby's who want it, who ask for it, who definitely need
it, and who would be happier and healthier with it. I would describe the
marriages saved, the intimacy that develops, and the actual health benefits
that I personally believe come with it. Yep. I am convinced that the hormones
or whatever the right word for the way the body responds to feeling unparalleled
stress relief, peace, closeness with their wife, and lots more lead to a
healthier, and probably longer life.
Here's a story about one
particular whipping I got almost twenty years ago saved my life last week.
A couple from Europe
with whom we had become good friends on the Internet were visiting the U.S. and
came for a visit. With the DWC thing in common, and all the Internet chatting,
it felt like seeing old friends instead of meeting new ones.
We were eager to show then a
good time and we picked out a number of interesting places to show them.
Naturally I did the driving. Well, I had a bad habit which was hardly ever
using my seat belts. For some reason that was unacceptable to the woman and she
reminded me about it. Being in a jovial mood, I joked back about it and didn't
realize how important it was to her.
She straight out told me that
if I neglected it again she would spank me when we got home. Being that my wife
had me trained to respond to that I did make an effort. But soon I forgot again
- remember it was a habit.
As it turned out, the woman
was a strict disciplinarian. Very English. When we got back home she was
single-mindedly focused on delivering on her threat and I was sent to wait for
her in our bedroom. I later learned that she had my wife's enthusiastic
blessings for it.
She had her own way of doing
things and it started with me having to immediately remove all clothes from
below the waist. Then she "educated" me with a rattan cane that she
had brought all the way from home. It was excruciating. It was over the top for
me and she apparently could care less about how much I suffered. I can't begin
to tell you how many strokes or anything like that. I was too involved in
surviving to do something like count.
Afterwards she made me look
into her eyes, with mine swimming with tears, and said that it would be worse
if she saw me without a seat belt again. I promised, and swore that it would
not happen again. THEN it was over her knee for some finishing touches with a
Since that day I have always
used the seat belts; even for small, local drives. Last week my car was smashed
into from behind while I was at a red light. Between the airbag and the seat
belts I came out with very minor injuries; mostly being solved with
chiropractic. I was on a local errand and if not for the life-changing, and
possibly life-saving, whipping I endured so long ago; well who knows?