My Spanked Life

In a marriage like ours, you have choices, constant fighting, divorce or a good sound spanking that brings you both together and rights a wrong or builds communication.

  Maintenance spanking gone way wrong…He decide I was overdue for maintenance. It started with a gentle warm up with his hand over his knee. He then asked me to change positions to all fours over a pillow.    He started to paddle me gently with our small oak paddle. After about twenty gently swats all over my bottom, he reached for his new lexan paddle made to his specifications. He rubbed my bottom with the cold paddle, and then laid down the first swat. I jumped. He then, in rapid succession swatted six or seven more times without delay. The sting was unbearable and as the next swat of the long paddle was coming, I reached my hand back to my right thigh without thinking…stopped it from fully completing its blow with my hand, nearly hitting my hand. I cringed as my hand made contact with the paddle because he had warned me so many times to not reach back.  He immediately stopped my paddling, and in a calm voice, he commanded me to get on my knees in front of him. I sighed and reluctan

 Hi! I don’t think I’ll disclose my name, for now. I decided to start a blog as a means to get some stories out regarding how we started my disciplined life, and share some of those moments from the past and present.  I’ve been told my entire life to write a book about my life. Let’s see how my disciplined blog goes, before I share why writing a book would even interest anyone.  Well, I’ve bored you to tears, so on with the spanking.