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Christa was an Autistic woman whose life to outsiders looked a lot different than it was in private. To everyone in their families and Church, she was a picture perfect wife and mother, who dressed modestly, kept the house in order, and homeschooled their five children. But the truth was, the slender thread holding her together and keeping her from falling apart completely, was her Husband's spanking rod being constantly used to discipline her on the bare bottom! A thicker spanking rod than the one she disciplined the children with, a spanking rod just for her butt.

Christa was only able to mask for so long. Eventually, when it was just her Husband and kids, or just the kids, around, her executive dysfunction and emotional dysregulation would get to her. She would start snapping at them, or freeze and not do any housework, or stop overseeing her children's schoolwork and leave them on their own for a day, or have a meltdown that scared her kids.

Whenever Christa started breaking like this, her Husband got out the spanking rod! They would go the school room and lock the door behind them, so it was just her and her Husband. Then he pulled the spanking rod out from its hiding place. She usually at this point was crying freely as she pulled her skirt up and her panties down. On bad days, he would have to smack her hands away and bare her buttocks himself!

In this position, which takes a few weeks of preparation for me to be comfortable in (before the punishment starts) these days (oh! to be so young!)…

Not only am I able to watch myself get a very painful caning, with all those low- and thigh-strokes being anticipated at a whole new level, I also have a front-row seat as I’m breached and explored and scolded as gooey arousal is finger-mined from my overheated kitty!