A Caning Husband Caned: A wife who is regularly spanked and caned becomes a femdom mistress doing the spanking and caning (Husbands Caned By Their Wives)

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However, if you do say anything that annoys me, I may add additional strokes to your punishment! So be careful!” It was finally quiet as we drove for that way for about a minute and my wife said "A good ** beating." It sounded like she was thinking out loud but no one said anything, I felt my face flush. I require inmates to count each of the first six strokes, aloud, in a nice clear voice, and also say “Thank you Madame” . If the prisoner fails to do this properly, within 10 seconds, the stroke is repeated. I am completely strict about this rule, so don’t forget to count! I do not require my prisoners to count after the first six strokes. I’ve found it’s impractical. They are always screaming too much by then'. You won’t be needing that wobbly thing but I am glad you’re pleased to see me. Get down on your knees at the end of the bed.”

I could see him thinking frantically. He knew that if he attempted to prove it, by the mid morning break it would be all over the school that he'd had my trousers off. Eventually he gave up. With my nose pressed to the wall, I heard Ms Mindy's steps and two other sets of footsteps enter my cell. It sounded like they were dragging a heavy wooden object, I heard the scraping of wood on concrete. to his horror, the burning increased. The pain was intense - like a line of needles had been stabbed into his bottom. He gasped

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I can tell you both know that there is disagreements in things and also an open form to discuss and or agree on things! “A new Car, What to make for dinner, the Budget! So during caning, the rule about speaking is suspended. You may say anything you wish whilst you are being caned. That’s mainly because you simply won’t be able to stay quiet. But also, I'm always interested to hear what a man says under the cane…some come out with the most rude and surprising things. It really makes me blush sometimes!’ So in a non-spanking relationship, the normal timeline of events would be that you talk to him about his bad habit and nicely ask him to not do that anymore. But…it happens again. So then you ask him again, maybe not so nicely and maybe he complies for a day. But…then it happens again. Now you find your self nagging or even bitching about it to him, each time with increasing feelings of annoyance or frustration. And, every time it continues to happen thereafter, those feelings of annoyance or frustration, turn into anger and/or resentment. Thinking, “How inconsiderate of him?”, etc. With my partial immaturity, I need to have limits and structure and discipline in my life and I need my husband to provide it so I can feel safe.

Many women complain that chastity devices are fun when there is sex involved, such as when I am meeting my date and my husband is caged. It gets into both of our heads and creates a fun dynamic. But what about the rest of the week which is filled with work and commitments? We had some rules to remind ourselves of his role. For instance, I dressed first for work and he remained naked until I left the house. This gave him time to make my coffee, make the bed and do other household chores. The presence of the cage, made this routine a little more lively. He wore the cage to work, the gym, and walking the dog. I'd somehow got through my first year of senior school without being caned. One morning I awoke to find there had been a heavy snowfall overnight. The deputy head wasted no time in the 2nd Year assembly that morning telling us that any boy caught throwing snowballs would be caned. (The girls never got caned at our school. Sexist bastards). He'd then tell you to hold out your hand. If you didn't stretch your hand tight he'd tell you to do that.That was three years ago. I am happier than I have ever been, with my busy man-servant. Every single girlfriend has asked me how I changed my husband overnight. I tell them the truth: I wrote up a contract and he signed it and we are living by it. Who did I recruit for this mission? My neighbor. She was (she moved later) an airline flight attendant and married to a successful engineer. We live in a city with row houses with common walls. We knew that she and her husband had a happy sexually fulfilling marriage — thanks to the common walls. We knew them pretty well and had the occasional dinner. Her husband was a runner and it was obvious that he was in good shape. I confided in her and asked her to be the key holder. She immediately thought it would be great fun. Unfortunately, her husband was not amused and was not willing to participate in any way. I didn’t tell my husband, but simply invited her over for coffee about a week later. She was wearing the key. Now she had a cane that she could use without having to wait for the water soaking as required for the rattan cane. And it is equally as painful. She’s mentioned about getting a Delrin cane too but thankfully she hasn’t yet. If I don’t find out how evil a Delrin cane is, that suits me just fine. Sharing my bed is a privilege. I will tell you each night at bedtime whether you can sleep with me. The first six were firm, with a nice gap between each and evenly spaced over her bottom. Carla was holding Katie’s face in her hands, looking into her eyes, and I loved how hot she found Katie’s reactions, how complicit this made her in the punishment.

My wife has never done or said anything in front of others except when she's gotten really angry and lost it with me. (Very rare) After messing up and acting stupidly or procrastinating too much etc. we were having a serious discussion almost verging on an argument. My wife said I was acting very immaturely and irresponsibly adding "Maybe a spanking for real will get your attention." One thing lead to another and she was moving forward with her idea. I got a real spanking that hurt enough to have me apologize sincerely and begin doing immediately what I'd promised her for months.

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I'm not judging you, I just really don't understand it because I grew up in the 70's where this would never have happened. If somebody had tried this with my kid I would have followed them home and said "Right, you beat my kid and now I'm here to find out if you like a stranger abusing yours?" to get my point across. Of course I would not do anything but I think they would see where I was coming from. Our marriage is traditional in the sense that my husband has always been the primary breadwinner and I have always been the homemaker and done the housework. But it is also traditional in the sense that my husband is the unquestioned Head of Household. This does not mean that he has a lot of privileges but that he carries the heavy burden of responsibilities that comes with the position as HoH. He rules with a firm and steady hand, responsibly and focussing on what is best not for him or for me but for us both and our marriage. Though he naturally demands respect and obedience he also is kind and gentle and not in any way a tyrant. I clenched my teeth. ‘Oh God!’ I thought. ‘Please don't give me the strap again !!!! I had done nothing to deserve it! The sadistic bitches!!!!’ Sorry.....the answer is "no"! Double punishments are automatic for a second offence! And triple punishments after a third offence! Get the idea? But this is your first offence, so you only get 36!”

Twelve times two equals twenty-four.”, I proclaimed as I now had my belt in my hand, doubled over and ready for action. “Assume the position.”, I calmly stated. I almost expected him to ask for a reprieve (which he would not have gotten). To his credit, he went over to the bed, took down his shorts and underwear and bent over the end of the bed. He knew he had been warned of the consequences and now it was time to pay the price.We both had a full calendar last week and weekend and for a variety of other reasons, I have set the date for this Thursday, Feb 25th. Plenty of time for him to ponder his comeuppance!