Scenes of Domestic Discipline: Book 2

by Susan Thomas

  Her attention wandered back again to the spanking taking place in front of her. She noted with some alarm the really nasty colour of Alison's bottom and the frantic tears and pleading and, catching her husband's eye, gave him the signal to stop.

  "Six to finish off Alison," he announced and proceeded to count off six really hard smacks, each of which produced a piteous wail.

  Alison's bottom burned and stung terribly. It was hard to believe a slipper could have such an effect. Her mother gave her tissues and she blew her nose, dried her eyes and then walked over to serve her corner time. Once again her knickers had been kicked off and lay on the floor by the bed. Her hands on her head, Alison snuffled occasionally until her father said, "Five minutes are up, Ally." She didn't move but stayed exactly where she was. Her parents looked at each other and her mother repeated the time-up signal but Alison remained in position. Curious as to what she was doing, her parents sat down to await events.

  After twenty-one minutes and thirty-two seconds by her dad's watch, Alison turned away and quickly found and pulled her knickers on. Her parents looked at her wondering if they would get an explanation.

  "You were right, Dad, corner time does serve a useful purpose because I have been thinking about what happened. Mum, I deserved that spanking because I should never have spoken like that. It is exactly the same problem I had with Miss Ford. I lost my temper. I am really sorry, Mum."

  There was a break then for all round hugs, kisses and reconciliation before Alison pulled on a pair of jeans and then continued. "The corner time helped me to understand why I lost my temper and it is the same as when I lost it with Miss Ford. It is injustice and powerlessness. I could see how wrong Miss Ford was but she is the head and I felt powerless. The same with you, Mum, no disrespect intended. In telling grandma and granddad you were treating me like a powerless child. I am an adult and you had no business telling them about my life unless I gave permission. I felt it was unjust and I was powerless to do anything.

  "I also realised that whatever anyone else may say, or whatever anyone else may feel they need, I need to have this kind of discipline in my life to keep me grounded. If I don't I suspect I shall go around tilting at windmills. However, I want a partnership not a dictatorship. I want you to talk and consult with me if you think I am in the wrong. Also I want to raise issues myself even if they lead to me getting the strap. A partnership that accepts I am an adult and can choose to walk away but haven't."

  To her surprise her parents looked at one another, smiled and promptly agreed. Not much of a negotiation it's true but a new relationship had been born. They went downstairs to toast it with a glass of wine.

  Postscript: Given Alison's stated position it is now up to her to write about any other punishments she receives, assuming she does of course. I doubt she'll do that as a newly qualified teacher has much to do. Miss Ford is currently under suspension while an investigation takes place into the many complaints received about her by both the local education authority and the governing body. Both deputies were also suspended and the senior teacher is acting as head with a marked degree of success. Alison's set 3 for English in Year 9 is now eating out of her hand.

  The Honeymoon

  Kathy was a well brought up girl from a strongly Christian family. Her dad believed in spanking for bad behaviour and Kathy got spanked, not all the time and not for every little thing for her parents were loving and kind, but Kathy knew that any stepping over the line would end in a trip over her dad's knee.

  In her teenage years the spankings increased as Kathy did the usual kicking against authority, but by the standards of other families Kathy was a well-behaved girl. You will have to decide for yourself whether she was just naturally a good girl or whether the spankings helped her to be that way. Her last spanking was at eighteen, she had come in far later than was permitted on a school night and was rather offhand in her replies. In no time she was over dad's knee and her mother was watching a long hard spanking take place. After that, Kathy was too busy with the final part of her A-levels to get into trouble. Then came the end of school and Kathy was working in the long summer break to make money for a car when she went to university; she had no time for breaking house rules.

  That autumn, off she went to university with teaching as her goal; her breaks at home were too short for much trouble but, as with the last months of schooling, Kathy knew that her father would not tolerate bad behaviour. She wasn't sure exactly that he would spank her but she had no desire to risk it; a spanking from her dad was no joke whatever her age.

  At university, Kathy began an unusual thinking process for a young woman in the twenty first century; while most around her were talking about careers, wealth and not needing to get married, she was thinking the opposite. She began to eschew career. Yes, she wanted to teach for a while, but really she wanted to make having her own children her career. She saw in the schools she visited, as part of her course, kids whose parents seemed not to care much about them; she saw the damage done by split families, and was permitted to observe a parent teacher interview. The teacher was concerned about the child but the mother's mobile kept ringing on business matters, and that is where the mother's attention was concentrated. Kathy wanted to shout at the mother, "Can't you turn it off for five minutes to talk about your child?" She knew she couldn't change the world but why join it? Perhaps she could give her own children a better life.

  Then when it came to men, Kathy began to worry. To her, men seemed to be either ridiculed or demonised by the media. Advertising constantly made them look idiots, and reports seemed to focus only on the brutes and paedophiles. Boys' violence and lack of school success was talked about as it was the fault of the boys. She observed for herself a school curriculum that simply didn't work for the way boys learn, and she refused to believe that every broken marriage was the fault of the man whatever the courts might say. She wanted something different, she yearned for something more traditional: a man who would be the head of the home rather as her dad was, a man she could respect and...

  Eventually, it dawned on her that she wanted a man she could obey, marriage the way her grandmother viewed it and, to a degree, her mother. In the curious way that happens sometimes, she found herself one of three girls who all felt the same way. Of course, they kept their views somewhat quiet to avoid ridicule or worse, but by accident they found a mentor.

  Mrs Giles was a part time lecturer; her children were grown but she had been practising for thirty years what they had just been thinking of for the first time. She began to hold regular private seminars with them and first of all got them reading The Surrendered Wife and The Surrendered Single by Laura Doyle; they were a gentle but valuable starting point for their discussions. They graduated to the somewhat stronger meat of the Taken in Hand website before beginning to explore the issues of Domestic Discipline and Christian Domestic Discipline. By the time they had thoroughly talked through the issue of corporal punishment for a wife, they were five in number.

  Kathy came to realise that if women were free people - entitled to an education that made them free to chose a career; free to marry or not; free to have a man in their lives or not; free to have a child or not - then they had other freedoms and were free to give up their freedom. A girl who joins the armed forces gives up many freedoms as does one entering a convent, so a girl who chose to have a husband in charge, one who might use corporal punishment, has made as free a choice as any other.

  When Kathy left university her views on men, marriage and sex were clear in her mind; she knew what she wanted but was resigned to the fact that she might not get it. Then, helping out at a church event, she met Michael; she was just twenty-three but he was ten years older. They were attracted to one another from the first meeting, and Michael was delighted to find a girl whose views were not merely in sympathy with his but even more carefully thought out and talked through. Soon their engagement was announced; they were to be married in the Easter holiday and would honeymoon in a Christi
an guest house.

  It may seem an odd choice for a honeymoon location but there were reasons. For one thing, it was noted for its huge comfort and excellent food as well as beautiful location. The most important thing, though, was the view of the proprietors John and Madge: they espoused Christian domestic discipline and even ran seminars on the subject as well as weekend courses. Where better to start married life?

  Kathy was a nervous virgin bride; she assumed that Michael would be sexually experienced though that is rather a double standard. Anyway, he was experienced and gentle, good at calming her nerves and arousing her body; she said goodbye to her virginity with a huge orgasm that surprised her enormously. She was still the embarrassed bride, though, at breakfast next morning where her constantly blushing face created many a discreet smile.

  Kathy wasn't just nervous about sex though, she was also nervous about spanking. In the heady days when they had planned their honeymoon, she had thought it a good idea to get her first spanking from Michael out of the way. No mistakes requiring correction, no upsets, no guilt, just a simple foretaste of what might happen, a sort of second giving of herself as a married woman. Michael hadn't been sure at first, but when he thought more about it he realised she was right. It wasn't something he would have imposed, but since she had volunteered it, he agreed. It was agreed that their first night together was not the right time, and they decided that it should be the next day. But that next day came and somehow neither of them wanted to do it; they wanted to hold each other and kiss and generally revel in the physical love that marriage had brought for them.

  That evening they were far too busy making love with Kathy delighting in her new experiences to think about spanking, so the next morning Michael made the decision. "OK, Kathy, we are going to do this first spanking after breakfast. If we do it before you'll be in a state and get embarrassed when we go down so we'll do it after." Kathy would like to have backed out but she was too ashamed to say so, and, besides, she knew that she must face it someday. It was a nervous Kathy that hung on to Michael's arm as they went down to breakfast.

  Madge served them and took in Kathy's nervousness. She enquired quietly as to the cause and Michael explained. Within a minute or two John was out too and they were the focus of the older couple's experience.

  "A good idea that one," agreed John, "it will give you both confidence: you, Michael, that your young wife will accept your correction when it is needed, and you, Kathy, that Michael will spank you but also that you can take it. What were you going to use though?"

  Kathy with a face growing redder by the second said, "I have a wooden hairbrush."

  "Well now, Kathy, my love, we don't recommend hairbrushes," began Madge. "They can bruise a girl and that isn't what you want. You want a good stinging bottom but not a whole load of deep bruising. We recommend a nice little wooden paddle which we sell at cost price. It's very thin and packs a powerful sting; you'll know you've been spanked alright but bruising will be minimal."

  John spoke to Michael. "We can lend you one if you like."

  Michael did like and Madge went to fetch one, bringing it right up to them at the breakfast table. John and Madge's presence at the table had already attracted quite a bit of attention, but now they saw the little paddle and Michael standing up with it while Kathy's face was dark red. It was evident what was going on, and everyone was interested.

  Kathy was very nervous when they got to the bedroom; she hadn't been spanked in six years, and however right she felt it to be, the prospect was scary. She didn't want to crush her skirt or blouse so she began to remove them. She was aware of Michael watching her; he liked looking at her undressing or undressed, so she took her time, then she stood there.

  "OK, Kathy, it's time to do this now. Come over here." He was sitting on the dressing table stool holding the paddle in his hand. She went over to him and stood by his right hand side as she had done many times when younger for her father.

  "This is going to be a proper spanking now - no little pats, you are going to feel this." So saying, he pulled her knickers right down, and guided her over his lap.

  It was a strange sensation being back in the position she had been so many times when younger. "Ready?" She nodded, now too frightened to speak.

  Smack! The little wooden paddle smacked down on her bottom with a horrid crisp sound and her whole body bucked on his lap. She cried out with a loud, "Owww!" that was heard next door and by a couple passing in the corridor. All who heard it, stopped to listen

  Smack! Smack! Michael smacked the little paddle down hard on the beautiful cheeks in front of him, and at each one Kathy bucked and yelled outright. The sting was immense and this spanking was her first in six years. Michael spanked on, knowing he had to get used to her cries and writhing. He took a firm grip on his young wife and spanked and spanked. As her bottom turned red in front of his eyes, her cries become loud and shrill and her writhing harder to control. He paused to put a leg over hers. Smack! Smack! went the paddle and poor Kathy began to howl and tears ran down her cheeks while she gasped at each smack of the paddle.

  It took little time to turn her bottom red but he kept spanking until every inch of both cheeks was bright red and seemed to glow with heat. He spanked until Kathy reached a stage that John had mentioned often occurs: the point where she had no energy left for writhing or bucking but just went limp, crying helplessly at each new smack. He stopped and lifted her. The listeners next door and outside sighed as one.

  Michael held and comforted his crying young bride until eventually her sobs quietened down and she relaxed into his arms. Held in the strong arms of her new husband, Kathy began to feel more than just the throbbing stinging heat of her bottom; she felt a sort of rightness creep over her. She had been afraid and it had hurt, but this was what she wanted: a strong husband who would be as her father had been; her head of the house; her leader; her guide. She snuggled into him, enjoying her submission and his dominance.

  As she snuggled, the submission began to have an effect on her she hadn't looked for or expected: she wanted and needed him physically. She blushed as the thought came into her head; she wanted him inside her, and for the first time she began to take the initiative. He responded quickly and soon they were both naked on the bed, their embraces becoming more urgent and passionate every second. She could wait no longer as she opened herself to him and pulled him in towards her; their love making was fierce and noisy, she felt free of all inhibition and her passion delighted him. Their climax was together and huge, leaving them in each other's arms, exhausted and amazed.

  As she lay there glowing with happiness, she knew with great clarity that it wasn't the pain of her spanking that had created her passion but her total submission to her husband; a reward that was unexpected.

  It was Easter Saturday, the day after Good Friday when Michael and Kathy arrived down for breakfast. Kathy was on cloud nine because she had thought her first night's experience of sex had been good, and after her spanking had been a revelation, but yesterday had been amazing. She had been more relaxed and everything had just clicked into place for her. She had heard of virgin brides whose experience of sex on the honeymoon was less than enjoyable, but her experience was, so far, just the opposite. The two families with children had already gone out together to Farmer Bill's Farm Experience. Remaining in the dining room were two elderly couples and three middle-aged ones taking their first holiday break ever without kids, not that it seemed to stop them talking about them, and, of course, the honeymoon couple.

  There was the usual quiet buzz of chatter when John, the proprietor, came in, stood just inside the entrance and called in a carrying voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen." Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at him. "I am sorry to interrupt your breakfast but I have an announcement. You are all aware of our house view of traditional forms of marriage and all that entails so this is to let you know that one of our lady guests is about to receive a disciplinary spanking from her husband. You may well hear somethin
g of it. Afterwards, she will be standing on the large landing; now, how to put this delicately?"

  One of the elderly ladies said, "John, I think you want to tell us that her spanked bottom will be on public display."

  He gave a small bow and agreed. "If any of you find this offensive please use the small back stairs."

  Curiously, everyone seemed to want to linger before returning to their rooms. There were calls for fresh coffee or tea, and a hush fell over the room. It was a lovely warm day and many of the windows and doors were open, allowing the soft breeze to gentle in the scent of the apple blossom. The peace of the moment though was broken.

  Smack, the sound was distant but clear and was quickly followed by another and then another. Someone muttered, "Hairbrush or something like." Kathy winced as her own first spanking was only a few days old; the elderly couples smiled as memories were rekindled, and one of the middle-aged couples exchanged a significant look. Kathy, who intercepted it, guessed that this couple were thinking about developing that side of their relationship, perhaps now that the kids had gone.

  Smack, smack, smack... the distant sounds of spanking were joined by cries and wails as the poor wife writhed under the relentless hairbrush. If she begged to be let off they didn't hear it, but her vocal accompaniment to the sound of the hairbrush smacking down, told the breakfast group that she was not enjoying her experience. Kathy had mixed feelings. The sound of the spanking made her blush and her bottom tingle as her mind relived her experience, but on the other hand she thought that the girl getting spanked (Kathy had only seen her a couple of times) probably deserved it, and she supported the right of her husband to chastise his wife. She didn't realise that the blush was being correctly interpreted all round the room, bringing yet more smiles to the faces of the elderly couples.