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After the spanking - 2 - Cornertime

Hairbrush spanking - 2

She wanted to be a good wife. She was raised strictly to be a good wife. She enjoyed being a good wife and it brought her immense satisfaction, psychologically and sexually, to be in a marriage with traditional roles and corporal punishment. Her husband was a good man with an easygoing nature but was strict when he had to be. They both saw eye-to-eye on what a relationship between a man and a woman should be. She didn’t like to be punished, especially when he used the belt, but did like that she was with a man who would do it when needed. So when he told her no rubbing until he gave her permission, she obeyed. She stood against that wall for a good 45 minutes after her belt spanking, silent and still. It didn’t even cross her mind to rub her stinging, red cheeks until she heard him say “all right honey, you can take your hands off your head and rub if you want. Then you can get dressed when you’re ready.” She was a good wife.

I was really annoyed and embarrassed that our parents spanked us into young adulthood. Where I grew up it wasn’t unheard of, but I was in the minority. I have to say that while I didn’t like how we were punished, my parents were fair about when they applied it. Except for one time, I certainly deserved every spanking I received. About that one time … I don’t know really what was going on. I didn’t do anything wrong, hadn’t broken a rule or anything. My dad just said “I don’t like your attitude” and next thing I knew I was bent over my bed with his belt going across my bare butt. That was the one time I didn’t “take it like a good girl” and resisted, which of course only made it worse. I was 17 and spent the next few days hiding the welts across my ass from my boyfriend. Took me a while to forgive my dad for it. He always whipped hard but that was extra and uncalled for.