Spanked By Her Strict Victorian Husband 3 (Domestic Discipline Public Spankings)

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I suppose the best way to tell you about the party is to give you my schedule, then I’ll tell you about the spanking sessions I did after I came home. Paul and I are both newly weds in our late 20s. I went to public schools and he went to a private prep school. I was fascinated by his stories. He told me of how boys and girls received spankings for infractions. I pressed for details. He said every day if you were written up, you reported to a detention room after classes. It was finally quiet as we drove for that way for about a minute and my wife said "A good butt beating." It sounded like she was thinking out loud but no one said anything, I felt my face flush. This time, the questioning, lecturing and reprimanding did not go on for long. But being sent in disgrace to the car and waiting there had also provided healthy reflection resulting in guilty feelings and shame. It was almost a relief when I was told to go and fetch the strap from its hook on the inside of the broom cupboard door. Having my naughtiness and failure to behave described and elaborated on in embarrassing detail affects me a lot emotionally and I always experience it as a deeply unpleasant part of my punishment. It is so emotionally troubling and makes me shamefully aware of being a naughty and wayward woman. It also causes me to experience a need for the actual punishment. The fact that I deserve to be punished soundly and thoroughly is made clear to me and I need it not just as correction and behavior adjustment but also as atonement that can relieve me of guilt. I am already at this point, genuinely contrite. There must be a severe and tangible deliverance of punishment to ensure improved behavior.

I get spanked as well for various reasons and attitudes. Now and then we'll be going along fine and out of the blue my wife spanks me soundly! They had managed to persuade Val to line them all up in the basement and give them a few swats. By all accounts, it had been a real laugh. Of course it was all for fun, but apparently some of the swats Val had given had one or two of the boys hopping about holding their paddled bums. Her Husband is a Boy wrapped up in Mens Clothing and sometimes he need that structure that Mom brought to the family and Home!Friday night I took it easy and went to a couple suite parties but called it an early night because tomorrow would be another hectic day.

As we emerged into the kitchen area I asked her: “How many swats did the other boys get?”“Oh, I dunno. A couple got two and a one got three, I think. Mind you, they got real swats – not love taps like you!” She pushed my head playfully to one said, laughed and walked off.Like many boys, I loved cars. Val’s husband had a classic Mustang and had promised me a ride in it when we got over there. I was very excited about this. I know myself well enough to admit that the childishly impulsive and also mischievous side of my personality makes it necessary that I am disciplined by my husband and that he is in charge and sets the necessary boundaries gives me a freedom from responsibilities and worries I only insufficiently meet and it provides me with a feeling of basic safety that I can rely on his caring headship and can trust that he keeps and eye on me and keeps me in line. She waits for about ten seconds and repeats on the right cheek. She hits just hard enough to make Lion squirm a little and perhaps yelp softly. She doesn’t want him to like it. Count the swats out loud, young man – and don’t lose count, or we start over!” It occurred to me at that point that I had no idea how many swats I was going to get. No number had been mentioned that I could recall. Val didn’t waste any time. The paddle was tapped briefly against my bum, and I held my breath and stared at the wall in front of me. I was extremely busy at TASSP – shot 2 videos, which should be edited and available soon, did 7 sessions, and participated in 2 demonstrations at the event.