My wife and I walked into our quiet apartment after our trip. Coming home from about a week away, we took time to put our bags down, and put away a few of the more important things. We talked on the couch a few minutes on our trip and about the coming day. Then I announced her correction, which she already knew was coming.
“Okay. You know what we have to talk about. Go to the room now and get ready. You need to undress from the waist down and wait for me.”
My wife had been very disrespectful on our departure. On the street, with others around, she had both argued with me, and yelled. This was something rare, but being fairly new in marriage, I was going to nip it in the bud, and let her know the seriousness of her act. I let her know at the time we would have a talk when we got back, and she knew what that always means. She’d stopped the behavior, and had to wait days anticipating her correction.
I gave my wife about fifteen minutes alone, to wait. She would as always be kneeling before the bed. I had her bare from the waist down. I liked that kind of preparation because baring her bottom emphasizes the punitive nature of what is coming. A cool air on her bare skin would remind her any moment what she was awaiting. She would feel how vulnerable she was on the parts I would soon be handling. Her nakedness was focused on the same soft spots I’d be focused on soon.
I walked slowly to the door and opened in, walking in. Closing it behind me I walked over to where she knelt, and sat down on the bed before where she knelt.
“What are we going to talk about today.”
My disrespect the other day, sir.
“What did you do?”
I yelled at you on the street.
I gave her a good time to hear her own words, and then responded, “do you know how serious it is to disrespect your man like that?”
Yes, sir. I should not have done it.
Do I allow that kind of badmouth in this house?
No, you don’t.
She was looking down at my questions, so I lifted her chin up to look me in the eyes. “Your attitude to your man needs to be respectful, and kind. You are here to help me, and not to insult me. Do you know that?”
Yes, I know sir. I just forgot and I lost control.
“Well, you’re going to remember never to let yourself lose control like that. This spanking is going to help you. You should never ever do that.”
She looked up into my eyes.
“Take off my belt, and get on your knees on the end of the bed.”
She reached forward, opened up the end of my belt, and struggled a little with the buckle. Finally it popped open, and she unstrung the belt loop by loop. She folded it over and handed it to me, then knelt as I instructed; her light, silky bottom parts presented to me in the air.
“Lift your butt up higher and put your shoulders down,” I told her. She adjusted her position on the bed, raising her backside up high for me.
“Your bad mouth is disrespectful, and is harmful to our marriage. I do not accept that attitude from you, ever.” I carefully swung the belt back to where I wanted it, and then brought it down in the middle of her buttocks, with a crack. Shen I brought down several more solidly placed stokes of the belt.
Mmf. Mmf. Mmf. Mmf. She grunted into the pillow.
“When I tell you something, you need to listen. You do not argue, or yell at your man, is that clear?”
Yes sir, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.
I took aim again slowly and swung the thick, black leather belt against her bottom. Stripes of pink appeared with each stroke. As the belt cracked down on her bottom, the flesh bounced with the blows as her backside gradually turned red. I looked up and down her raised bottom and thighs to see where I would strap her next.
“You’re getting whipped tonight because of your bad behavior,” I told her between strokes. Your mouth and your attitude put you right here. Was disrespect a good idea?”
No, sir. It was not, she said between heavy breathes. She began to cry freely now.
Are you sorry about your behavior?
Yes sir.
“This is what badmouth gets you in this home.” I continued the smacks of the belt on her bottom, bringing it down over and over, working into an easy motion with my arm. On occasion I swung it further over, and let it snap on the side of her hip or her thigh. Her bottom was pink and scarlet by now, and she was doing her best to bear it.
I gave her three fast swishing, hard cracks with the belt, which brought cries of alarm from her. I brought one more hard one down at the top of her buttocks, to the sound of her sudden yelp.
She started to lean forward and lower her bottom. I grabbed her waist on the side and positioned her back up. “You are being spanked and you keep your bottom in the air. This is what you’ve earned” She placed it high as before, and lowered her shoulders back on the bed.
“Are you very clear that you need to watch your mouth?”
Yes sir, it is very clear. I brought the belt down again.
Crack!
“How do you speak to your man?”
With respect, sir.
I strapped her three more times with a loud smack. “Who do you belong to?”
To you sir.
“And how do you behave to me.”With submission, sir!
Are you going to speak with respect from now on?
Yes, I will. I promise.
I brought down the belt a few more times on her sore bottom, as she squirmed and squealed with each stroke.
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Are you learning your lesson today?
Yes, sir.
I cracked the belt down on her bottom again. “Do you want to have to repeat this?”No sir, please, I don’t.
“Then you learn your lesson and you respect your man.” I now finished her session with my typical ending.
Slap! “I do not.”
Slap! “Ever”
Slap! “Want to see that from you”
Slap! “Again”
Slap!
I took a look at my work, and stroked her bottom for a few seconds. It was very warm, and I had done a good job of coloring it all over, including here and there along the sides.
She was still crying into the pillow. I took her slowly by the waist and lifted her up. I let her sit for a few minutes to calm down. I sat next to her and kept my hand around her side. “Now I know that was hard for you. I made it hard for a reason. I know that hurts.” She nodded her agreement with that statement.
“I make it hurt because you need to learn that lesson. Disrespect, and yelling at your man can cause much worse pain in a marriage than you are feeling right now. Especially when you did that in public. That kind of speech attacks your man, and will make it much harder for us to function together. It cannot happen. Your bottom hurts now, but that language can hurt much more. That deserved a punishment. Do you understand?”
Yes, sir. I’ll never speak to you that way again.
“I know you won’t. You remember this lesson. The next time you want to yell, or get angry at your man, remember that is out of bounds. That will earn you something you never want to repent. This lesson can help you. It can help us. I know you’re going to do wonderfully in the future.”
“Are you going to behave?”
Yes, sir.
“I know. You do it wonderfully every day, and I know you will make me happy.”
That was a lesson I gave my wife after only a few years of marriage. It was hard, but not the most severe I have given. Her behavior that day still has never been repeated. I have spanked her two times for being argumentative, after giving a warning, but I’ve never had to spank her for yelling and being insulting as she did. She learned where the line is, and she learned that it is very serious.
That hard time for her helps endure that we have countless good and peaceful days throughout our marriage. It keeps peace in our home, which has been fertile ground for joy and fruitfulness of all kinds. Punishment is in part for refinement, and that is what it does. It set her in the right direction, and it protects our marriage to this day. I don’t even want to imagine the alternative of tolerating that behavior. If she needs something for me, or is unhappy about something, she comes to me gently and tells me. She asks me questions and accepts my answers. Anything like yelling or insult she knows to be the third rail. I wear the pants in the family, and I also wear the belt.
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