Aspiring submissive wife with rules and dress discipline

It was the first Sunday of the month yesterday and my ongoing discipline of having to spend the day including attendance at Sunday School dressed in childish clothes continues as penance for my poor attitude at Easter.

I was spared the woollen undergarments of the last couple of months although my vest and knickers were appropriately childish.

The ladies on the Mother's Union have been busy making appropriately childish garments to wear and once again I found myself dressed like a six year old and not spared the humiliation of a wool cardigan.

One of my younger sisters-in-law ensured I was not spared any detail to make my childish position clear putting my hair in two high bunches tied with pale pink ribbons to match my awful frilly pale pink dress.

She selected matching knitted white wool bonnet and mittens to complete my humiliation.

She ensured my mittens were firmly tied at the wrists so that I could not remove them without assistance.

It was a very warm morning so my childish appearance and confinement to woollens more appropriate for winter ensured my humiliated status was clear to everyone as we walked to Church and to other members of our congregation.

I cannot describe my embarrassment and humiliation of having to attend the junior Sunday School dressed in an even more childish manner than any of the other much younger pupils. The teacher ensured I was treated like the other pupils with the added humiliation of having to explain why I was there.

As well as answering the other pupils questions on my misbheaviour.

Towards the end of the Sunday School class I misbehaved and broke the rules by speaking without permission. This has only confirmed to my family my lack of maturity and thoughtless actions. I had to stand at the front of the class and was told off by the teacher in front of the other children. It was unbelievably embarrassing but deserved. I had behaved like a naughty little girl and was being disciplined and made an example of for others to learn from.

To reinforce my learning the teacher had me write the rule I had broken on the blackboard in front of the whole class.

She then had me practice how I should have behaved before speaking in front of the whole class so that it was clear I had learned the correct behaviour. That is that I must raise my hand and wait in silence until the teacher gives me permission to speak.

I was sent to the corner to spend the rest of the class in shame and to reflect on my thoughtless and childish misbehaviour until my sister-in-law came to collect me.

My public shaming was completed by the teacher explaining my misbehaviour to my sister-in-law in front of the whole class. The teacher gave me some lines to be completed before attendance at my next Sunday School lesson. My sister-in-law assured her that I would be punished at home as well for causing unnecessary trouble in the lesson and for bringing shame on our family. My sister-in-law was furious.

She had me walk all the way home with my hands, in mittens, firmly on my head for all to see.

When we got home I was put in detention sat on a hard stool facing the wall to write my 8 sides of A4 of lines.

When I had finished I had to stand in silence with my hands on my head. My sisters-in-law ate their lunch leaving me without mine as part of my punishment.

My sister-in-law gave me another verbal chastisement for my misbehaviour. It ensured I was left in no doubt of my failings and that their would be consequences for my fecklessness. She put me over her knee, lowered my knickers and gave me a thorough hand spanking.

I was sent to my room and told to put on the childish bed clothes I was to wear to ensure my humiliation continued.

This meant I was to be wearing a long pale pink childish frilly nightgown.

Followed by matching long hand knitted wool bed cardigan, bed bonnet and mittens in a pale orange.

My sister-in-law made my position clear to me as she buttoned up my bed cardigan with my own hands encased in childish woollen mittens firmly tied at my wrists.

It was very uncomfortable and warm given the sunny weather yesterday but my sister-in-law reminded me that I found myself dressed in this manner through my own inability to behave as I should.

I was taken downstairs to be lectured by all of my sisters-in-law on my failings and sinfulness.

Before having to stand whilst they decided on my punishments.

Back upstairs my wool be cardigan was fastened completely so that I would spend a long afternnon, evening and night sweating in discomfort.

I was told I would be writing along and detailed letter of aplogy to the Sunday School teacher for my misbehaviour, informing her of how I was being punished and asking if she wished further punishments to be added. I have to attend Sunday School again in two weeks time for an additional lesson where I will apologise to her in front of the whole class. I have to spend one hour every evening for a week sat cross legged in the corner with a finger to my lips and my other hand on my head so I learn to remain silent. I am to have no supper for a week. I am to receive 12 strokes of the cane across my bare behind in front of my family, the Vicar and his wife plus the Sunday School teacher on Wednesday evening after midweek Service.

After this I said my prayers in front of mys sisters-in-law.

I was dressed in knitted white woollen bloomers and vest which had been knitted by members of our congregation.

Both garments were uncomfortable to wear as well as embarrassing. Over these I wore a long hand knitted wool dress and a long knitted pale yellow woollen cardigan. My appearance was that of an eight year old.

My sister-in-law had me stand in her hall for 30 minutes, after I had put on my white wool bonnet and mittens, to reflect on the misbehaviour which has required me to serve this humiliating extra discipline on the first Sunday of every month for the foreseeable future.

I know that this will not end soon as I am myself having to knit a thick beige wool cardigan which I will have to wear in the future.

After this I was told to touch my toes and received a hand spanking before my knickers were replaced and I had to spend a further ten minutes touching my toes to ensure I had taken the necessary learning before we walked to Church.

I hate wearing woollen clothes particularly cardigans so you can imagine my humiliation as I walked to Church dressed in my childish woollens with my hands on my head to make clear to anyone seeing me my status as a naughty child under discipline.

I was told to stand at the Church entrance so that other members of our congregation could see me as they arrived. This was humiliating but I know that I must serve as an example of the consequences of thoughtless, selfish, immature and ungodly misbehaviour so that other young women do not repeat my mistakes.

After service I was taken to Sunday School where I had to stand and sit quietly before participating in the class.

I had to read out the Bible passages I had been told to learn in front of the whole class and supervised closely by the Sunday School teachers.

Even the smallest error was pointed out in front of the whole class and I was corrected like the little girl my misbehaviour has shown me to be. I know this is what I deserve and must accept my status until I demonstrate a prolonged period of exemplary and obedient behaviour.

I was told to stand facing the wall after reading out my piece and reflect on my mistakes and the need to try harder in future.

After Sunday School I was taken by my family to the Parish rooms for refreshments. I, of course, had to stand in silence where I could be seen but not heard dressed in my childish garments.

I was thankful to be given some chores which at least meant I was able to stay in the kitchen to wash-up.

After we got back to our house, my sister-in-law shared what she had heard from the Sunday School teacher with other members of my family.

I was told to dress in the ankle length knitted grey wool nightgown, grey knitted wool bed bonnet, grey wool mittens and long knitted pick wool bed cardigan. She then had me stand whilst she scolded and reprimanded me in front of everyone.

I was then taken upstairs and she gave me a severe hairbrush spanking for my failings. I was warned about my future behaviour.

I was put to bed at 1:30 pm without my lunch let alone my supper in my full woollen bed clothes including my bed cardigan.

I know I must try harder to behave in an exemplary manner and that my poor behaviour yesterday has only extended the number of months for which I will be disciplined in this manner.

The Vicar's wife kept me very busy last Saturday afternoon doing appropriately menial work in public as part of my ongoing discipline. Firstly she had me clean out the changing rooms and toilets at the local Sports field after they had been used on Saturday morning.

There was plenty of mud on the floor to be scrubbed clean.

As always it seems after such activities the toilets are left in an unhygienic and unpleasant state. It is however a deserved lesson and penance for me to get on my knees and clean up the most basic wastes.

After this I had to scrub the paths on one of the main streets where I could be seen at work on my hands and knees dressed in my long grey worsted dress and my baggy thick knitted below knee length wool cardigan. The humiliation of being dressed like this never leaves me so it is both a deserved and effective ongoing discipline for me.

My afternoon of deserved drudgery was completed by collecting litter in the local park and then picking up and clearing dog dirt.

I was tired and dirty by the time I had completed my work but I know I must pay back to my community for my misbehaviour and it is my privilege to have the opportunity to do so every week.

I would like to thank the Vicar's wife for supervising me and ensuring I am given no chance to ease up or avoid performing my menial work quickly and efficiently with no regard for my personal humiliation.

I finished the afternoon by praying for forgiveness prostrate before the altar again under supervision.

My second attendance at Sunday Service and Sunday School dressed in childish clothing selected for me by my sister-in-law was no less humiliating than Easter Sunday. In fact I was confined to woollen underwear as well as a woollen dress, two woollen cardigans, wool bonnet and wool mittens. I was spanked before being taken to Church to ensure my behaviour was that of a well behaved girl.

The dress and cardigans were knitted for me by members of our Church to help my deserved punishment and humiliation and to make an example of me so as to deter other young women from repeating my thoughtless and childish misbehaviour.

I am sure you can see that I was dressed and appeared as the naughty little girl my prior misbehaviour has shown me to be.

At Sunday School I was treated like the other children in my junior class.

I was also made a clear example of by having to sit with my hands on my head and being made to stand with my hands on my head and explain my misbehaviour and how I was being deservedly punished for my fecklessness.

I was given no place to hide and brought to account for my childish misbehaviour. Paraded in a childish knitted pale green wool dress with a white crocheted Peter Pan collar and not one but two wool cardigans with my hair in childish pigtails.

My humbling at Sunday School completed with 15 minutes in the corner with my hands on my head for the whole class and then their parents as they were collected to see.

I had to stand and wait to be collected by my sister-in-law like a 6 year old dressed once again in my wool bonnet and mittens.

She took me back to her house and once there had me bend over and after raising my cardigans spanked me to ensure the learnings from my earlier humiliation stayed with me.

After lunch I was taken for a walk still dressed in my childish woollens. My sister-in-law made clear to me that my discipline would last all day not just for my attendance at Sunday Service and Sunday School.

I was taken back to my own home where I was told to strip to my woollen bloomers and vest.

She made me stand hands on my head once again to be lectured on my failings and need to improve my behaviour, respectfulness, politeness and godliness.

After being left to reflect on my learning I was told to dress in my ankle length brushed nylon nightgown, long pink bed cardigan and come downstairs to appear in my shame before some of my other sisters-in-law and Church members.

I hate wool cardigans and being made to appear dressed like this on a Sunday afternoon is a humiliation I will not forget nor will be allowed to after humbling in front of so many others.

I spent the following hour facing the wall with my hands on my head.

I was sent to bed at 4:15 pm to complete my second day of childish humiliation.

I was supervised as I knelt and said my prayers before being allowed to remove my bed cardigan and get into bed in my nightgown and wool bonnet.

Following my most recent punishment for misbehaviour, my rules have been amended to ensure I receive additional discipline to prevent further childish misbehaviour. The discipline is to remind me that if I misbehave childishly I will be disciplined accordingly and made a deserved example of to others.

For the foreseeable future, I will have to attend Sunday Service and Sunday School dressed in childish clothing chosen for me by one of my sisters-in-law. This will include at least one long wool cardigan to conform with my existing rules. I will be treated and disciplined in keeping with my childish status for the whole day.

It was a deserved misfortune for me that the first Sunday after my discipline began was Easter Sunday so I was seen by a much large congregation than usually attend our Church.

My clothing was more humiliating than I could have imagined. I expected to find myself in a vest and traditional school knickers but instead was provided the most uncomfortable childish woollen vest and frilly woollen knicker to wear.

I was spanked by my HoH with my hairbrush across my bare behind before we set off for Church. My clothing was completed by a maroon sailor dress, long wool pale green cardigan together with a white wool bonnet and matching wool mittens and white ankle socks and black shoes.

It was a deserved humiliation as I stood outside our Church as the congregation arrived.

As I am sure you can imagine having to attend as a pupil a Sunday School class was humbling and humiliating. I tried to focus on the religious content and my need to improve and behave. My teacher did not spare making an example of me and having me explain why I was being disciplined in this way.

I spent the rest of the day dressed as a child attending Sunday lunch with family, being given another spanking and standing in the corner with my hands on my head.

I was sent to bed at 4:30 pm without any supper.

I hope that making my discipline more public will deter me from repeating my misbehaviour, ensure I accept my deserved additional ongoing discipline and make a humiliating example of me from which others may learn.

I am already faced with my second Sunday under these conditions in two days time.

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I had the privilege of doing community work on Saturday afternoon under the close supervision of our Vicar's wife.

I dressed in a long knitted wool dress and below knee length thick brown knitted wool cardigan so that my position as a plain and dowdy penitent is clear for all who see me at work.

My work began cleaning the Parish room toilets which is always humbling.

After this I swept clear the pavements outside some of the local shops.

I know it is important to maintain these areas which are used by so many in our community. It is right that I contribute to the hard work in ensuring this is the case.

After sweeping the pavements clear of loose rubbish and dirt, I scrubbed the pavements on my hands and knees as others went about their business.

This was indeed a humbling chore to carry out and hard work. It is part of my discipline that I should be an example to other young women in need of improvement that there are consequences if your behaviour does meet the required standards of godliness, obedience and respectfulness,

My work on Saturday finished after five hours with spreading animal manure on beds in the park. It was starting to rain by then so it was a smelly, damp and arduous experience.

Unfortunately I misbehaved when taken to Sunday School by my sister-in-law on Sunday morning so I am now serving additional punishments to my usual discipline. I must wear a second cardigan at all times, I must wear infant school uniform to attend all Church services and Bible classes and I must wear a woollen bonnet and thumbless woollen mittens to bed. I am to be spent to bed early and without supper every evening. I am to attend Sunday School every Sunday in infant school uniform. I will be given additional chores and corner time to occupy any free time. My hair will be in bunches or pigtails for all Church activities. I am to be given a punishment spanking every day in addition to my usual maintenance spankings. These punishments will last a minimum of three weeks. In addition I am having my mouth soaped before bed for the next seven days. I have written a letter of apology to the Sunday School teacher for my misbehaviour which detailed my punishments, invited her to my caning and asked her if she wished to see me punished in further ways or with greater severity. I have received twelve strokes of the cane across my bare behind and legs in front of my sisters-in-law, mother-in-law and the Sunday School teacher.

I am mortified by my misbehaviour and by the deserved humiliation which followed in public.

I had to sort clothes at the Charity warehouse and then scrub floors at Church and the Parish rooms on my hands and knees on Saturday afternoon. I was wearing woollen underwear, a plain wool dress and as always a long plain dowdy knitted wool cardigan.

I was supervised by the Vicar's wife as usual who ensures that my community work is an appropriate penance for my past sinful misbehaviour.

My sister-in-law was disappointed when she discussed my attitude with the Vicar's wife. As my husband is delayed in returning from abroad my sister-in-law is in charge of my discipline. When I got home I was told to dress in school uniform - shirt, tie, socks, maroon school pinafore dress and a grey knitted school cardigan. I was then made to stand facing the wall for 90 minutes to consider my need to improve before I was sent to bed early without supper.

I wish to thank my sister-in-law for ensuring I am strictly disciplined as I deserve and that I am encouraged to improve my submission, obedience and attitude.

I would like to thank another contributor for encouraging me to share my discipline both as humiliating punishment for myself and to further my learning as well as to make an example of me to other young women as to the consequences of misbehaviour.

My sister-in-law accompanied me to attendance at Church for my cleaning duties on Monday afternoon. She gave me a severe lecture in front of others who were present to make sure I did my work quickly and well.

It ensured I was in the right frame of mind for the privilege of cleaning our Church.

My first task was to scrub the steps outside of the Church. I was dressed in the plain long grey dress and longer than knee length dowdy and baggy brown wool cardigan my sister-in-law had instructed me to wear. It is deserved given my thoughtless and immature behaviour that I was on my knees working whilst some of the other ladies took the chance to relax and talk.

After the steps I had to clean the toilets which is an unpleasant but necessary task.

When I got home my sister-in-law told me to stand in the corner for 45 minutes and reflect on my ongoing need for strict discipline.

I had the opportunity to both help my local community and be deservedly humbled on Saturday afternoon. As I do every week I spent the afternoon doing community work arranged and supervised by the Vicar's wife. It is an opportunity for me to perform deserved penance for my past sins which have brought shame to my family and our Church whilst performing useful service to our community.

I have to dress in my usual modest dress and humiliating long knitted wool cardigan for all to see.

I started performing hand washing of laundry in the local old folks home.

This was followed by clearing litter in the main street. It is awful the mess that people leave but a deserved menial task for me to have to clear up. It reminds me of the unnecessary effort I have caused my family through my misbehaviour. It is fitting that I should now have my time spent clearing up the thoughtless mess caused by others.

My final task was to scrub and clean the public toilets as they were used. It was an unpleasant, degrading and humbling task as I had to make clear to anyone who asked why I was performing this work.

I must thank the Vicar's wife for continuing to devote her valuable time to ensure I perform the community work required as part of my ongoing discipline.

The memory of being on my hands and knees scrubbing the public toilets for all to see dressed in my long dress and dowdy wool cardigan will remain with me until I report for duty again next week. This helps ensure I am deterred from further selfish misbheaviour.

I had the privilege of cleaning the toilets at our Church yesterday evening followed by having to scrub clean and then polish the wooden floor of our Parish Hall. It reminded me of my place as a submissive wife who needs to improve my behaviour to become the godly, modest and obedient wife I should be.

The floor was hard work and I was worn out by the time I had finished. The presence of the older ladies overseeing my work ensured I had to remain on my hands and knees until I had completed my task.

I was also given time to reflect on my need to improve by serving a timeout in the corner dressed in my long plain dress and dowdy long knitted woollen cardigan when I arrived home. It helps me give thanks for the deserved discipline I am subject to, to reflect on my humiliating clothes and focus on working harder to improve.

I have been instructed to dress in a long wool brown hand knitted dress, long wool grey cardigan, grey wool bonnet and grey wool mittens to attend our Christmas fete later this afternoon. My youngest sister-in-law is going to supervise my attendance and ensure I am doing the duties I have been allocated to keep the toilets clean and clear rubbish bins.

I hate wearing wool clothing particularly wool cardigans so having to dress in this manner is a deserved penance for me. I know that I am being made an example of so that other young women may avoid misbehaving in the immature, ungodly, disobedient and disrespectful ways I have.

I hope others will learn from the deserved ongoing dress discipline to which I am subject.

I had the privilege of cleaning our Chruch and Parish rooms on Monday evening. I dressed in a long plain grey dress, long knitted green wool cardigan and wore a knitted grey wool headscarf. My first task was to scrube the parish room floor.

Following this I mopped the floor.

Afterwards I had to clean the toilets on my knees under supervision which reminds me of my position as a submissive and obedient wife still requiring supervision. I was supervised by my youngest sister-in-law who is home from university for the Christmas holiday. This was a further deserved humbling for me. I have behaved immaturely and deserve to be treated and supervised by those younger than me both as penance and to remind me of my childish position.

When I got home I was told to go to the detention room and write out 250 times, "I deserve to dress in a dowdy and unfashionable manner and clean floors and toilets on my hands and knees". This ensured I remembered my place both now and for the future.