ungezogener Eheman

During my previous visit to her under circumstances like these, she even made me remove my trousers before putting me over her knee, where I had to suffer the indignity of being spanked with nothing between my bottom and that legendary right hand of hers, but the thin material of my summer-weight boxer shorts.

But this time, knocking very nervously on her office door, I was all too aware that I was almost fifteen minutes late for our appointment.

“Come!” Came the brusque reply from within.

As soon as I saw her facial expression and her hands on her hips, I knew I was in deep trouble. She was wearing a short skirt, exposing those strong, smooth thighs that I knew I would soon have to bend over. In spite of my fear, I felt a familiar stiffening against my flies. I found myself wondering whether my male colleagues feel the same way as I do, about her. We don’t talk about it, anyway.

She glanced pointedly up at the clock on the wall before turning to me.

“Pass me that thing, will you, young man?”

She was pointing at something behind me. I turned around and my eyes fell on the mantelpiece, which had almost nothing on it except for a pair of brass candlesticks and one heavy-looking, ebony-backed hairbrush.

“Oh!” I stuttered. “You can’t mean the …?”

“Yes, young man. I’m talking about the hairbrush. Bring it here, now!”

I passed it to her. My hand was shaking.

I have a habit of not keeping track of time or not allowing enough time to get somewhere. So when I was dating my wife, I was late for our first three dates and she warned me if I was late again, I would be spanked. We had only kissed and hugged until then, and I had to stand there while she first lowered my pants and underwear. After that first spanking, she spanked me every time I was late. It was love at first sight on our first date, so I knew I had to allow her to spank me since I had hoped to marry her. She was so calm and matter of fact about my spankings, so I liked that too.

Since my mom spanked me when I was growing up, I knew I needed rules, discipline, and structure in my life and by my wife spanking me when we were dating, she did show me that she cared about me. So I did trust her judgement and it was easy for me to accept spankings from her.

Later on, I found out the she also spanked her younger brothers, and that she was also a Christian. So we also shared the same beliefs and values that included accountability, justice, truth, and doing the right thing.

We did feel a special connection when we first met each other. partly because we are both Christians and we share the same beliefs and values which include accountability, justice, and doing the right thing. I feel I am doing the right thing when I thank her for spanking me too. When we first met I knew that she was smarter than me and my superior. Both of us believe that our marriage was meant to be.

When she spanked me for being late for dates when we were dating, I knew I could of walked away but I knew I deserved to be spanked so I knew I had to allow her to spank me. We had only hugged and kissed until then, but then I knew I had to obey her so I kept my hands on my head while she lowered my pants and underwear. I really did like her long, flowing, golden hair and so she spanked me with her wide, wooden hairbrush. I could tell she was an experienced spanker because did spank me until I cried. Later on, I found out that she had two younger brothers that she spanked

whatmakesaspanko

I’m a thirty year old guy who has a fantasy about getting spanked by an older woman. It all stems from what happened to me when I was twenty two.

I was still living at home, and my mother’s old college friend was staying with us for a couple of weeks over the summer. She was around forty five and really attractive. One day I was in the bathroom, jerking off with my then girlfriend’s panties in my hand, something I did once in a while. I’d thought I’d locked the door, but obviously I hadn’t, for in walked Elizabeth.

I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say. Elizabeth just stared at the bikini bottoms. “Whose are those?” she asked.

I blurted out, “Get out of here, now!”

“Don’t you talk to me that way, Archie,” she warned, pointing a finger at me. “Now, I’ll ask you again. Whose panties are those? Tell me now!”

I finally told her and she shook her head in disgust, telling me I should be ashamed. Then she walked out. I went out into the kitchen where Elizabeth was and nearly begged her not to tell anyone. She listened to me a minute and then said that if I consented to a spanking, she would not reveal my dirty little secret.

The very idea made me blush. A spanking? At twenty two? I couldn’t remember ever getting a spanking. I argued with her, but she said that I must be dealt with somehow. Realizing that she was dead serious, I decided to accept the spanking.

Elizabeth took me by the shirt and led me into the guest room, where she was staying. She sat down on the bed and ordered me to take down my pants. I remember that my heart began pounding like crazy. I was in for a very humiliating experience and I knew it. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuckled my jeans and got out of them.

“Come on,” Elizabeth snapped. “Your underpants too. Then lie over my knees.”

I felt what little pride I had left drain from my body. “Please, let me keep my underpants,” I whined, climbing meekly, submissively across her knees. Her answer was simply to pull my briefs down over my bare buttocks. There I was, in the most humiliating position a man my age could find himself in. A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I wondered what my girlfriend would have thought if she had seen me. I could just picture her laughing and teasing me for days.

Elizabeth lectured me a minute and then raised her hand high over her head and brought it down hard on the center of my poor bare bottom. I yelped. She then proceeded to spank my bottom hard and fast, smack, smack, smack, smack, for what seemed like forever. Her hands felt as if they were made of stone.

By the time she was finished, I was crying and pleading with her to stop. My poor ass was very sore, but even more sore was my ego. To make things worse, Elizabeth then dragged me across the room and into the bathroom, where she ordered me to look at my spanked ass in the mirror. I did, and it was very red, as was my face.

Elizabeth then told me to go to my room. I walked with my head hanging in shame and rubbed my red bottom with my hands. As I got to the door, I took one last look at Elizabeth and. saw that she had a smug, self satisfied smile on her face, which only made worse my humiliation.

I got on my bed and rubbed my rear for quite a while as I nursed a huge hard on brought about by the spanking. This amazed me, for I had never thought of a bare bottom spanking as anything other than painful. As I continued stroking my cock with one hand while rubbing my ass with the other, I realized that it was the humiliation of being draped across Elizabeth’s knees that I found so compelling. I was picturing myself in just that position, jeans and briefs pulled down to expose my vulnerable ass and Elizabeth whacking away mercilessly, when semen started gushing from my hot cock to splatter all over my belly.

So I have to confess to her when I have disobeyed her or broken any of her rules because sooner or later she will find out anyways and my spanking will be even more painful. I feel I must do the right thing and obey her too. I knew even on our first date that she was smarter than me and I did like her demanding voice and her dominant personality. I was taught to always respect and obey all females all of the time, and after our first date, I knew I better obey her too.

Ahhh, as a submissive it is paramount and wise to learn the difference between DISCIPLINE vs PUNISHMENT. Discipline teaches me ... trains me to become a better submissive ... proactively and preemptively before I commit a punishable offense. Both are painful but profoundly different.

I did marry my wife because of her demanding voice, her dominant personality, and I knew she was smarter than me. I know I have to obey her and get spanked when she feels I need it

I know I should be spanked and I trust my wife's judgement and I am glad she spanked me when we were dating. Even though I am still wearing my underwear, I know those must be pulled down for my bare bottom spanking. She does spank me until I cry and that way she knows it won't happen again.

A Belt for Domestic Discipline

That is why I always have felt that women are my superiors and I must obey them. Even when I was dating my wife, she spanked me. Other women have watch me get spanked too. Many times after the women have watched me get spanked, they have spanked me too.

Growing up my mother taught me that because I am a male, I needed to respect and obey women and expect to be spanked by them. Even with my wife, we both felt that our marriage was meant to be and it is a FLR marriage.

I did love her long, flowing, golden hair and she always had her hairbrush nearby. Even then, I knew I could trust her judgement. Also I knew both of us were Christians and we did share the same beliefs and values that included accountability, justice, and doing the right thing. My mother also spanked me when I was growing up and she did teach me to respect and obey all females all of the time.

You said something that really annoyed your wife, while you were with friends, and she nodded, and said later. You stopped immediately, but it was too late

She did not wait to change when you both arrived at home, but dealt with it immediately, and with gusto

When you misbehave, your wife has the perfect solution.

After a spanking like this, you will be well behaved for quite some time. However, men's memory is short sometimes, but a wife's is not! Bare bottoms up and out

To even begin to understand this, you need to know that, sometimes, I have a hard time buckling down to study when I need to. Sometimes, my stepmum offers to spank me to focus my thoughts. It sounds crazy, but it helps (and when it doesn't help, I sure try hard, because otherwise I suspect it would be another, much harder, spanking!).

I had been studying all weekend for my mid-term exam in Math 225 and was still really worried about it. When I came down to grab some breakfast, Mum told me, "You need to be ready ten minutes early." I was going to ask why but the reason didn't really make a difference. Still, I wasn't expecting a paddling.

Ten minutes before I had to leave, she told me to drop my shorts and bend over. Once she'd gotten a paddle, she explained, "I want to be sure you're focused for your exam," and proceeded to paddle me pretty damn hard.

It didn't take ten minutes or any large fraction of that but she wanted me 'to have time to wash my face' and remove any trace of tears (and there were some). Then she just told me, 'Good luck!' and kissed me goodbye.

I sat in the exam with a sore butt but my mind was perfectly clear. I had studied plenty and the questions seemed straight-forward, if not easy. I knew right away that I'd done well.

You might think that I faced a dilemma. Admit that the spanking helped and I was sure to get more in the future. Lie to Mum and argue about it when my grade came out. Come up with an alternate reason and argue about it now. Or tell Mum that I didn't think she should have done it in any case.

In reality, though, I didn't consider the latter options. When she got home I thanked her straight away for the paddling.

"Oh, good, I was worried it might not be enough," she replied.

Um einen Ehemann gefügig zu halten wird ihn seine Frau, nachdem sie seinen nackten Po ordentlich vertrimmt hat, ihn zur Läuterung für lange Zeit in die Ecke schicken. Je strenger sie mit ihm umgeht und je härter die Prügelstrafen ausfallen, je ergebener wird er sich bemühen ihr zu gefallen, ihr mittels Gehorsamkeit noch größeren Respekt entgegenzubringen. Um den Bestand ihrer Ehe nicht zu gefährden wird er ihr hingabevoll zeigen wie sehr er sie liebt, sie nach jeder Bestrafung um Vergebung wegen seiner Missetat bitten und sich bei ihr einsichtig entschuldigen und Besserung geloben.

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She spanked me with her hairbrush that was close by. She did treat me like a naughty little boy and I knew I deserved it. I had to hold still on her lap until I cried.

Then she helped me stand up and I felt like a little boy because she pulled up my underwear and pants and made sure I was buckled up again. Then she asked me to thank her for spanking me, so I felt I had to do that. She dried my tears and then I still had to take her out to eat and to watch a movie. As usual, she did drive her bigger, never car and she drove us to where she wanted to go. Even at the restaurant, I was still recovering from my spanking and she did order for me.

She is really good at calmly explaining to me why I should be spanked. Then I have to nicely ask her to spank me. That way I feel I deserve the spanking she gives me. Since she did spank me when we were dating, I do trust her judgement, also I know that she is smarter than me and she is my superior. I am grateful she married me and watches over me. That way I am a better husband and a better man. I need her discipline, rules, and structure in my life. When I disobey her or if I break any of herring rules, then I know I deserve to be spanked.