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My wife is really getting into the DWC in a big way. In a very short time, I have learned that she is THE BOSS!!

 

Sheila tells me that she has taken many ideas from your true stories and fiction pages to complement her own. She has loaded me down with household chores and other assignments. It's my pleasure to do them because it makes her happy. For example, this place better be spotless. I think it's good for me too. She also read something about some guy having to write sentences. I get a lot of those.

 

She said that we men are by nature more immature and self destructive than women. She monitors every aspect of my conduct in a tireless manner. My days of eating unhealthy, drinking, missing work, skipping workouts, smoking, cussing, male ego and other such conduct is a thing of the past. My wife simply forbids it! I can see the improvement in my life.

 

My wife promises that she is going to make her man behave and "bring me up right". She tells me that a good husband should be disciplined regularly and severely by a wife who loves him.

 

I was not always the best at managing money. So, I now turn over my check to my wife. She deposits all of it into an account that is in her name only. Our house is also in her name. In reality, I am broke. We both felt that economic and financial power would give her even a greater sense of control. She loves the way things are between us. If I ever pulled out of our disciplinary agreement, Sheila might be inclined to leave and leave me with no money. Not that I need it, but that gives me more incentive to stay with the program.

 

One area of concern: My wife spanks for results. Of course my wife has absolute freedom and my blessing to spank as long and as hard as she feels necessary to get the results that she wants. But Aunt Kay, it sure does hurt! I'll be at my limit. I'll be crying and thinking I just can't take it any more. But then, I'll look over my shoulder and see Sheila with this devilish grin on her face. I'll know that she's not finished yet and there is not one damn thing I can do about it! She's tough. But I wouldn't want it any other way.

 

Love the site!

 

Herbert

  

  

DOMINANT WIFE

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GUESS WHO RUNS THIS MARRIAGE?

 

Lucille and I had been married for about twenty years, and had two boys, ages 17 and 15. My wife is a school teacher and a stern disciplinarian. While she cannot paddle in school, she has never hesitated to spank the boys, and, as a result, we have two very well behaved young men. In fact, the oldest received his latest spanking (over his strenuous objections that he is "too old") the day after his seventeenth birthday for staying out too late the previous night.

 

Lucille has always insisted on administering the boys' discipline, saying that it will be beneficial to their future marriages if the are accustomed to accepting correction from a woman. She had, however, never indicated any desire to spank me even though we frequently argued and bickered, perhaps because she usually won. I, on the other hand, had frequently wondered what it would be like to be put across her lap. One day I stumbled across the DWC website. After perusing it, I waited for an opportunity to suggest that Lucille visit it. When I did, she got a look on her face that I could not decipher, and said that she would check it.

 

A few days later she called me into her study, told me that she had read every word on the site, then, with an enigmatic smile, asked me if this is what I wanted. I guess I blushed a little and said, "I think so." Her smile changed to a look of disapproval. "I think so is not good enough. I have no intention of catering to some sexual fantasy of yours. If and when I spank you it will be because you have submitted totally to me, and that, henceforth, I wear the pants in this family. I will give the orders; you will obey them. I will give you a daily and weekly list of chores; you will do them or be punished. I will handle ALL of our finances; you will give me your paycheck, and I will give you what I think is a sufficient allowance. I will allow NO profanity in my house. You will make no arrangements to be with your buddies without first getting my permission, and you are to let them know that you HAVE to get my permission. Which brings me to what will probably be the most difficult for you. We will make it obvious to all our friends through our conversations and actions in their presence that I am the head of this house. I won't tell them that I spank you unless you force me to, but we will leave no doubts as to whose in charge. I am certain that I will add other items from time to time as is pleases me, but this should give you a good idea of what I desire. I have put up with the bickering for the boys' sakes, but in a couple of years I was going to give you a choice of this or divorce. Do I make myself clear? If you are willing to submit to me, you are to ask me for your FIRST spanking, and, believe me, you will get it! You have a week to accept my terms. Otherwise, we go on for only two more years as we have, and then you will get the choice I mentioned. You will be happier if you submit now. You may leave." I started to object, but her eyes were like steel. "I said 'Leave' NOW" All I could manage was to mumble, "Yes ma'am"

 

I cannot describe the following week - sweating, worrying, fantasizing, and finally surrendering. That evening after dinner and the boys had left for a ballgame, I said the fateful words: "Lucille, I want my first spanking." She gave me a knowing look and said, "I was expecting this. That is why I gave the boys money for the game. Wash the dishes and come to my study." I washed and dried the dishes. Then knocked on her study door. "Come in, dear" When I entered, she was sitting in a straight back chair, her skirt folded neatly back, and the paddle that I had made for her to use with the boys was lying in her lap. "Come here, dear" she indicated a spot to her right. I went over and started to unbuckle my belt, only to have Lucille slap my hands. "I'll take care of that." She said. She lowered my pants and my underpants. I was embarrassed by my obvious arousal. This time her smile was almost wicked. "That little thing will not be as perky in a few minutes. Now lay over my left knee." I hesitated, and she almost cooed, "I can understand your feelings, dear. You stand there now as my husband, but you will get up after this spanking, my obedient little boy. Believe me, you will be much happier than you think right now. Enough talk, get over my knee NOW"

 

I lowered myself into position and felt her firm left hand on my back. At the same time I felt the pressure of her right leg across the back of my legs. She gave me about a dozen hard swats, then stopped. Almost mockingly she asked, "Is this what you expected? I hope so because I am going to thoroughly enjoy this." With that she resumed the spanking. I don't know how many swats I took before beginning to squirm and asking her to stop. "Stop? I will decide when to stop, and, believe me that is a long way off. Before I stop you will have quit squirming, started crying and delivered yourself totally to my authority. I am a little sorry for you, but that is what you asked for, and that is exactly what I am going to give you."

 

She pressed a little more firmly with her left hand and increased the pressure of her right leg, and continued with the spanking. The swats rained down in a terrible rhythm; what started as a glow in my buttocks became a flame. The paddle continued its rhythm and the flame became an all-consuming fire. I was beyond begging; my crying had deteriorated into incoherent blubbering. I lay across her lap, the pressure to keep me there was no longer needed. I simply lay there, completely submitted to taking whatever she wished to deliver. She did finally stop and pushed me off her lap.

 

Standing over me, she said, "Get up, I have something for you to do before you stand in the little boy's corner. Sit down and rewrite this in your handwriting." She handed me a typed letter in which I confessed my total lack of self-control and asked her to assume the roll of my mother, spanking me whenever she felt I needed it. I was in no condition to question her. I did ask if I could write it, standing, and was told that she wanted good penmanship and I was to SIT.

 

After I completed it she read it over and asked me how I would like copies of it sent to all of our friends. The horror must have shown in my face, because she said, "Don't worry. That will not happen unless, you defy me, even once, when I tell you to get across my lap, or if you are ever foolish enough to try to leave me. Clear? I'm sure it is. Now get in your corner.

 

I stood in the corner for the next half hour while Lucille laughed and joked on the phone with one of her girlfriends. When she hung up, she ordered me to bed for the evening, saying that she was going to a movie. I heard her leave the house, but could not bring myself to get out of bed. I simply wanted to do as I had been told. When she came home well after midnight, she asked me if I had stayed in bed, and when I assured her that I had, she smiled warmly and said, "You are learning to be a good little boy and that is what I expect of you." She did not delay the "Most difficult thing for me" The next weekend we had three other couples over for Bridge. Before they arrived, Lucille gave me what she termed "A nice little spanking" to remind me of how I was to behave. From the beginning of the evening, Lucille ordered me to "get this" or "do that" and I quickly complied. One of the ladies remarked on my willingness to serve, and Lucille simply told her that "Ralph and I have an understanding and he knows that I am the boss. Isn't that right, Ralph?" I knew better than fudge, and said, "We decided that there can only be one boss in the house and felt that it is best if that person is the woman."

 

There were some grimaces from the men, and a few chuckles and "How nice!" from the women. A couple of them said they would have to "talk" with their husbands. At the end of the evening, after the guests had left, Lucille told me that I had been a good little boy, and that it would be easier from now on, now that our relationship was known. It has been. My life has been easier. There is no arguing. Very simply, Lucille decides what I am to do, and I do it. If I displease her, I am punished. I still get to bowl and play golf with my buddies, but I must get her permission, and sometimes, quite capriciously, she says, "No!" Perhaps she enjoys hearing me tell Rick or Henry that my wife won't let me this week. She runs our home and I am glad she does.

 

 

  

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