otkfme2: peredur48:Much of the power that my wife Helen wields over me, in terms of her disciplinary
otkfme2: peredur48:Much of the power that my wife Helen wields over me, in terms of her disciplinary regime, lies in the calm and sober way she has of first ascertaining the facts of a situation and then, when she has found me to be in the wrong, administering punishment, firmly and without histrionics, to be followed by restitution if appropriate, ultimately leading to forgiveness. When some instance of disobedience or other misbehaviour on my part comes to light, she tells me to report to her in her study at a prearranged time. Immediately, my heart is beating faster: what has she discovered?A recent example occurred when Mrs Taylor, the woman next door, complained to Helen, that in spite of having previously been told not to, I had taken a short cut home from a neighbouring field through her property, climbing over two fences in order to get into our garden. She had watched my progress from an upstairs window in her house, so I was unaware that she had seen me. What made the incident worse was that I broke a piece of the fence between the field and her garden. She had seen Helen out in the lane later that day and had tackled her on the subject. Then she took her through her garden to show her the broken fence.I was at work at the time and received a text from Helen: “I need to discuss a problem with you, Timothy. Come to the study after dinner, when you’ve finished the washing up.” I knew I must be in trouble because she had used my full name, rather than ‘Tim’, which is more usual. I also knew from experience that whatever the ‘problem’ was, she would not discuss it over dinner or at any other time before my appointment with her in the study. Apart from occasional brief comments about the food, the weather and what we had been doing that day, we ate our dinner in silence. She left the table as I was clearing away the dishes, reminding me to come to the study when I had finished one or two little jobs, including the washing-up. Half an hour or so later, I was knocking nervously on the study door. I found Helen at her desk, her hands flying over her computer keyboard, staring into the screen. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” She said, without looking up.Knowing better than to sit down uninvited, I stood awkwardly while she finished whatever it was she was doing. At last, she stopped typing, took off her glasses and leaned back in her chair. “Now then, Timothy.” She began. “I hear from Mrs Taylor that once again, in spite of having been told not to; you’ve been climbing over her fence from the back field, to get into our garden.” “Yes; I’m afraid it’s true, Helen. But I can explain……….”She raised her hand to stop me. “I don’t want to hear it, Timothy.” She rehearsed what the neighbour had told her and described how she had been taken to see the broken fence.“I could see that the wooden bar you stood on and broke was rotten; but that’s not the point. You were told never to climb over her fences again and you’ve done it anyway. Now you can say your piece.”All I could say in my own defence was that I had been in a hurry to get to work. This cut no ice, because what was I doing wandering about in the fields anyway, when I knew I was making myself late for work? “This is what’s going to happen, Timothy. You’re going next door to apologise in person and to promise never to do this again. This weekend you’re going to assess the damage to the fence, buy some timber cut to size and you’re going to repair it.”“Yes, Helen.” I whispered.“That leaves the question of punishment for your disobedience.” She leaned over to one of the drawers in her desk, rummaging among the contents. “Trousers down; pants off.” I had expected this; the only doubt being the severity of the sentence. These things are calibrated according to the seriousness of my offence. When I straightened up again, now naked from the waist down, she was standing in front of me, pushing up the sleeves of her cardigan, swinging a brown leather tawse. I recognised this as the lighter of the two tawses she owns.“I won’t have disobedience.” She declared, “so I have to deal with that, but if the wood hadn’t been rotten; I’d have been using the cane. So you’re getting off quite lightly, young man. Touch your toes.”I obediently bent over. She took her time, folding my shirt tail up the small of my back, then I felt her fingers sliding over my buttocks, which made me shiver.“The bruises from that last lot have almost gone.” She observed.She was referring to a spanking she had given me a few days before with an old gym shoe she keeps for the purpose, because I had dropped a Pyrex dish, hot from the oven, when I was not wearing oven gloves and broken it. Now, I tried to prepare myself for what was to come. This time, I got ten fierce strokes of her strap across my bare bottom. After that, I had to stand with my face to the wall, exposing my bruised bottom to the evening air and contemplating my misdeeds, while she finished her email correspondence. Helen sent me to pick flowers from the garden which she arranged into a bouquet. With my buttocks smarting from the tawse (always good for humility) I presented myself on Mrs Taylor’s doorstep with the flowers and my fulsome apology for having invaded her garden and broken her fence. I also explained to her that I would need access to her garden at the weekend, to take appropriate measurements and subsequently, to repair the damaged fence.Mrs Taylor seemed to be appeased by my apology and the projected repair of her fence, but when I got up to leave, she gave me a penetrating look and said “I understand Helen was to take, um, additional measures, to deal with your behaviour, Timothy. Is that right?”My face burned with embarrassment. My suspicions that Helen had shared with her, at some stage, information about how she disciplines me, seemed well-founded.“Yes, Mrs Taylor.” I admitted, avoiding her prurient gaze. “She took additional measures.”“I’m pleased to hear it, young man. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” I know the tawse will hurt, that is why I am going to use it on your bare bottom. Next time, obey me and you won’t be spanked. -- source link