This is a personal testimony from one of our readers about getting her first spanking from her husband. I believe it provides a useful picture of how spanking can begin in marriage.
I took the kids where they were going, and got a text from my husband that he was already home. I called and told him I was on the way. Well when I got there, he was just sitting in the living room waiting for me. We talked for a little bit, and everything was good. Then I told him about the credit card. He said, “Come here.” We went into the kitchen, and he got his briefcase out. Which is actually odd that he has one because he works construction, and you wouldn’t think he needs that. Haha. Aaaanyway… he opened up his briefcase and right on top, was the Capital One bill. Opened.
My bill. 
He had already seen it. I thought that I had intercepted any and all of those statements. But, nooope. He just said, “I don’t even know what you did.” And he looked sad. That made me feel horrible! I started retelling him how it happened… He called the credit card company and I had to authorize for him to speak to them for me. I was thankful he was handling it because I don’t like to talk to people. The limit was set at $500, but because I had ignored it for so long, it had gone to $746. 
He talked to them though and agreed to settle on the card at $400. He paid it and the card was officially canceled. After he got off the phone, he just kind of looked at me.
I said, “It’s good you got it down though? Right?” He wasn’t too impressed. I just looked at him for a few seconds because I was contemplating whether I should bring it up, but I finally said, . . . “some husbands spank their wives for things like this.” He didn’t say anything. I said, “Do you think I deserve a spanking?” He still didn’t even look up, but paused a few seconds and said, “Do YOU?” He was waiting for me to answer, and I froze. Did I? Did I think I deserved a spanking? What if I said no? That would be a lie. What if I said yes? Would he spank me right then? No. I went with what I thought the safest answer would be. “Probably.” I said as he looked up at me. He halfway nodded and shut his briefcase. I said, “I know other women would get one. So I probably do deserve it. I feel really, really bad about going behind your back and for so long.“ Neither of us said anything for a while. Then he just got up and said, “Do you want to go get something to eat?” So we did.
At the restaurant, things were fine. We talked about stuff, he sat right next to me even though we had a booth. We talked and laughed and I did feel better that at least I was finally honest with him.
When we got home, he asked what I wanted to do. I said I wasn’t sure. He asked if we wanted to watch a movie in our bedroom. That sounded fine to me, so that’s what we did. He got the TV set up and I got ready for bed. We watched about 5 minutes of the movie and then he left the room for a minute. When he came back, he had my thick wooden “gravy spoon” I make gravy with. It is made of really thick wood, and is flat on the end and has slats in it. I knew we weren’t cooking in the bedroom, so I knew why he had it.
All he did was sit on the bed and ask me, “Are you ready?” My heart sank. I couldn’t really believe what was happening. It was like it was happening, but I was watching it as someone else or something. My mouth suddenly got dry, and I said, “Yeah.” He said, “Okay, come here.” I laid across his lap and I felt him ugh… this is embarrassing writing it. Just know he made sure there was nothing between me and the spoon. And yes, it was very humbling and embarrassing for me. I have NEVER been spanked like that. And really, I don’t know how he thought to spank like that. Because he didn’t read anything online about it. It was just like he knew. Weird. Anyways, I laid there for a minute and he started asking me if I knew why I was there. And telling me he didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted to help me not feel guilty, and understand I shouldn’t hide things like that from him. And that I shouldn’t go behind his back.
Then suddenly he brought down the spoon. It hurt worse than I can describe. He continued to spank a few more times until my gravy spoon broke! I couldn’t believe it. It was THICK. And it was broken on me… because I was getting a spanking with it. I just couldn’t grasp it all then. I tried to focus on why I was there and what was happening. My husband spanked me several more times with the broken spoon, which hurt more than when it wasn’t broken. At one point I kind of rolled off his lap a little and looked back and said, “It hurts!” For whatever reason, I thought he would stop. He didn’t. He grabbed my arm with his hand and pinned it closer to me and pulled me tighter into him and spanked harder and faster than he had. I don’t know how many times he did it, but he finally stopped long enough to look and said, “Ohhh you’ve got some bruises.” All I could think to say was “I deserve it.” He put down the spoon and started spanking me HARD with his hand. It really hurt and I didn’t think I could take any more. I finally just gave in and waited for it to be over. Pretty soon he stopped and let me get up.
He hugged me tightly and told me he loves me. We finished watching the movie and I went to sleep early. On Saturday morning, he woke me up to go to breakfast. I went into the bathroom to get ready, and I was very very sore. I looked in the mirror and there were still welts and a few little bruises and then one bigger one the exact size of that cooking spoon. I was still very red all over. I got ready and we drove to the restaurant. On the way there, I commented how it was still hurting. My husband had half a smile and said, “You better be good then.”
We had breakfast and then went to Walmart to get parts for our bikes. I couldn’t help but respond with “yes, sir” when he asked me anything. It was like something happened inside my mind. Like, a newfound love and respect for him that either I had lost along the way or never really knew. But to me, he just seemed so strong and I was literally so glad to be his. I just wanted to be right next to him.
Anyways, when we got back to the house, we only had a short time before we went to pick up the kids. I told him we needed to get going but he called me back to the bedroom. He told me to bend over the bed. I was kind of confused, but obeyed him. I thought he wanted to see the damage from the night before. He looked at it for a while, and I was feeling pretty uneasy again. Then all of a sudden, I hear the sound of him taking off his belt. He said, “I want to make sure the lesson from last night, sticks.” I was SO scared. So not prepared for another spanking. Much less with a belt. My only request to him was to please not spank on that big bruise. He promised he wouldn’t. But he spanked me quite a few times with the belt and asked me questions about how I’m going to behave in the future. He finally stopped the spanking, and told me to come on, we need to get the kids.
Also, besides the spankings, he told me he was going to go grocery shopping for a while with me to make sure I didn’t spend too much. That hurt my feelings too. But I understand. I don’t totally deserve his trust. I even realized Easter is next week and I told him, “It’s okay if I don’t get an Easter dress this year. The money for that got used on that card. He just smiled and said, “No, I’ll get you one.” THAT… that right there is about the lowest I’ve felt this whole time. He is SO good and sweet to me. I don’t deserve that! I love him.
Anyways, that is it for now. But I do have a feeling that he doesn’t expect that to be the last time he spanks me. He seems different. More confident. And it kind of makes me feel bad that if he feels like that now, how was I treating him to make him feel the opposite of that? 
Oh, and also… I don’t know HOW he thought of it, because I KNOW he hasn’t read your page, but he’s been giving me tasks to complete to make sure I do it and obey him. Like next week he told me stuff he expects done. So anyway, thank you for your help. Your website isn’t wrong. I don’t totally understand it… like not really at all. I don’t know why I feel better after a spanking even though it hurt so bad during it. And even as I was typing it, this verse popped into my head: ◄ Hebrews 12:11 ►
Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.
…. And to that I say “amen.”
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