Disciplining Ford

“It should be extremely painful while it is being applied, and the area it was applied to should remain very tender for a period of time afterwards.”

These are words of Aunt Kay’s from The Disciplinary Wives Club that DW has always taken quite seriously, particularly in the case of the remedial spankings that she administers for my specific behavioural infringements that breach our Disciplinary Agreement – as previously related to some extent in my previous post entitled “Measures of Effectiveness”.

There have been occasions of late when DW has expressed some substantial disappointment at the state of my backside when reviewing the outcome of her previous day’s spanking exertions. Although the spanking has certainly been painful during its entire progress (especially with use of the hairbrush), in DW’s view there can be too little to show for it as soon as one day later. It is on these occasions that DW determines the situation should be corrected by the application of a further spanking specifically designed to ensure I definitely do feel its effects for quite some days afterwards.

Although I’m sure many will justifiably see this as valid justification for a severe caning in the first place, present reality is that DW is still gaining in her confidence to apply a cane with the ferocity necessary for the lasting effects she is seeking. Certainly DW has found Aunt Kay’s booklet “Effective Caning Techniques” to be of real assistance but in the end, there is really no substitute for practical experience, gained with practice, over time. From the receiving end, I can vouch that has DW’s caning skills have certainly developed substantially but perhaps, without a background in racquet sports such has squash or tennis, I suspect it may be a little time before DW quite wields the cane with the confidence to make it her implement of choice for lasting results. Mind you, this is not a complaint on my part, but simply an observation that DW also shares – and her ability to sting my butt with the cane is indisputable.

In the meantime, DW can rely on a combination of her ever-reliable oak Spencer Paddle, appropriate positioning and carefully stroke placement when she decides that I should have something by which the occasion is to be remembered.

The specific target of DW’s attentions for a lasting impression is that region around my “sit spot” (reckoned to be just above the crease between my butt and my thighs) extending down as far as the top of my thighs thereby guaranteeing that afterwards, just the act of sitting will evoke recollections of my spanking.

DW typically facilitates her access to this tender region by placing me in what amounts to a lunged position, often over the side of the spa whereby she is provided with more than adequate swinging room for the paddle. Once in position, my feet will be slightly away from the side, my knees slightly bent with my lower thighs braced against the outside lip of the spa. I will be bent over far enough that my hands with fingers bridged are placed on the bottom of the empty spa, toward the middle. An alternative is to have me stretch as far as absolutely possible over the back of a chair of just the right height. Whether my backside is bare or covered with thin panties really makes little difference to the effectiveness of a spanking delivered with the Spencer Paddle in this manner. In the most recent case, DW left my rather shear lace trimmed panties in place – but I could feel them progressively riding up to expose the most sensitive areas of my backside as I assumed the nominated position.

Rather ironically, and taking into consideration the whole experience of the spanking, I wouldn’t rate DW’s application of a severe Spencer Paddling as the most painful overall. To be sure, the first thirty or so strokes delivered with no hint of a warm-up are perhaps the most individually painful that I’ve experienced, but beyond that number, the sensation of pain tends to start subsiding in favour a more numbed feeling in the most impacted area. Sobering enough though, is the realisation that the longer DW persists in her endeavours; the longer will be the time I feel their after-effects as the results of her paddle strokes continue to accumulate. I also think that the strokes DW chooses to land on my upper thighs hurt like hell, no matter how many have preceded them.

Sometimes DW will apply the paddle alternately to each of my butt cheeks to even out its effects, but in the most recent case, she simply applied with full force across the whole of my backside at once for the entire spanking and as a result, my right cheek tended to suffer somewhat more from its effects.

Once the spanking is completed and DW has agreed, I am permitted to gingerly explore my butt to survey the outcome. At this stage DW also applies any post-spanking care that might be indicated, with particular attention to broken skin or blistering. As a consequence, I’ve yet to experience any after-effects beyond those that DW has fully intended.

It’s hard not to notice DW’s knowing looks of satisfaction at the careful manner with which I then become seated over the next few days after such a spanking. Forgetting certainly results in a rather sharp reminder once my butt hits the chair, as do with the subtle pinches and slaps that DW slips in when she has the chance – along with her subsequent looks of mock sympathy.

DW’s choices of my panties during that time can also be designed to “enhance” that post-spanking experience.

It’s occurred to me that after so many years of submitting to DW’s regime of Domestic Discipline, I think I can now recognize her perhaps unintentional signals that my accumulated infringements are about to be rewarded with a comprehensive spanking. Both her facial expressions and mannerisms seem to undergo some ever so subtle changes during the day of a spanking that nevertheless, are enough for me to realise that I should be mentally preparing for what will almost inevitably follow.

For starters, her catching of my eye can be just that little bit more prolonged and meaningful than usual – in a way that seems to suggest there is something she knows but which I have yet to figure out. There is an element in her looks that seems to be conveying a message along the lines of:

“You may be on your best behaviour just at the moment, and may well be for the rest of the day, but it won’t make any difference. I know what you deserve for the things listed on that white board behind the bedroom door, and rest assured, I’m going to give you every measure. Only once you’re cradling your blistered butt should you bother trying to apologise for them.”

My attempts to embrace and kiss her during the day are certainly not rebuffed, but there is just the slightest level of disengagement – suggesting there is something to be settled before her usual level of passion will be apparent, DW’s apparent message being:

“Yes I love you passionately and completely, but you need and want my discipline – and shortly you’ll be well and truly receiving it.”

The logistics of our family life generally dictate that DW administers spankings shortly before we go to bed. It’s an almost definite sign when DW looks busy but without an effort to get changed herself – while I might be in the shower. This typically means that as I emerge naked from the shower, DW will slip in through the bathroom door, still fully dressed, paddle in hand, waiting for me to finish drying off. Even if I’ve read the signs earlier in the day, I can’t help but visibly pause on noticing her arrival:

“Don’t let me distract you – you must have known this was coming.”

Once I’ve been positioned over the side of the spa, and the en-suite door slid shut, the paddling commences – and continues until DW is fully satisfied with the outcome of her endeavours.

Panties and corner time likely follow while DW then makes her own leisurely preparations for bed.

Only once we are closely entwined in bed, my raw and panty-covered butt still very fresh, does DW:

· ask me to enumerate the reasons I have been spanked;
· remind me why she finds that behaviour unacceptable; and
· receive and accept my apologies.

What then follows is up to DW.

I received today the following comment on one of my posts from Michael and really appreciate his thoughts about my blog:

Hi Ford,
I only discovered your site very recently and I must say it’s excellent. The reason for my e-mailing is to kind of ask for your help, and DW’s if she would be so kind. I spend quite a bit of time trying to convince my wife that we should lead the lifestyle similar to yourselves. Whilst she has purchased a cane, to compliment the wooden clothes-brush we already have, she is very reluctant to use either as, she feels, she loves me and doesn’t want to hurt me. I always tell her that should I be naughty in any way, annoy her, disrespect her etc, then she should administer a suitable punishment with either or both. Whilst she has promised to do so in future, she does more often than not renege on her promise. Is there anything either you or DW could tell me that would help or what would you or DW tell my wife were she sat in front of you now? I hope I’m not asking too much and I truly hope you and/or DW can help me to convince my wife. Many thanks for your time Ford, keep on with your site, it really is great.
Kindest Regards to you both
Michael

When I shared this request with DW, it prompted us to consider anew the question of consensually inflicting physical pain on a much-loved spouse or partner for the specific purpose of disciplining them.

I expect readers of this Blog can have few doubts that my spankings from DW are almost exclusively in the context of Domestic Discipline and that she now has no reservations about ensuring that their severity responds appropriately to the seriousness and recurrence of my infringements. Make no mistake, being fully aware of the pain that DW can and does inflict when she reaches for that hairbrush, paddle or cane, I submit with real trepidation and in the knowledge that I will be more than relieved when she determines that my punishment and penitence are complete. DW then expects, and I willingly express my apology and gratitude for her discipline. Even DW’s regular “preventative” or reminder spankings are no joking matter.

So … is the severity of my spankings greater than I might have envisaged all those years ago when I first asked DW to discipline me? – Definitely!

Would I want her to be any less severe with them than she now is? – Definitely not.

Do I love her all the more for being prepared to discipline me in such a thorough and effective manner? – Absolutely.

And despite the severity and disciplinary nature of my spankings, there is no denying that they somehow contribute to our respective libidos with obvious benefit to our sex-life – put simply, the more time we can spend together, and the more consistently I am disciplined, the more we seem to desire each other.

Re-winding though, I put it to DW that she must have felt some reservations about hurting me in the context of a loving husband-wife relationship, especially given that she professes to have been a vanilla (albeit an adventurous one) in such matters.

On this, DW says:

Yes, I think by the time Ford first suggested I spank him we’d been married about 6 years – our relationship was very loving and passionate with close communication on just about anything really. The idea of spanking my husband had honestly never occurred to me before, but it was easy to see that this was something Ford wanted to try – and there were certainly times when he deserved it. I can’t remember exactly what he did one evening but it certainly annoyed me at the time. He was very apologetic as we climbed into bed that evening and he suggested I could spank him if I wished. I’m not sure what he was expecting, but I quickly had him out of bed and over my knee for some treatment with the wooden hairbrush. Although pretty mild compared to what I give him today, we both felt his behaviour had been dealt with and some intensive lovemaking followed.

From what Michael says, you clearly have a very loving relationship and have been communicating well about his desire to be disciplined by spanking him. Knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t hesitate and can now endorse Aunt Kay’s good advice from first hand experience. I found her DWC Handbook publication very helpful and still keep it discretely by the bedside, along with a more recent one on Caning Techniques. Likewise, if you follow her safety advice, you’ll do no harm.

I also keep a whiteboard on the back of the bedroom door where I track Ford’s infringements. That way when his spanking time arrives, both he and I know exactly what it’s for.

I also put it to DW that she must have decided at some point that, if it was serious discipline I was seeking, then that’s exactly what she would unreservedly administer whenever it was warranted. Personally, I believe this point had definitely been reached by some time in late 2003 when DW declared our first specifically disciplinary weekend, and about which I’ve posted starting at That First Weekend – Friday Night. On her Disciplinary Wives Club site, I think this is some of the Reality Testing to which Aunt Kay refers.

On this, DW says:

I don’t remember reaching any specific decision on this at a particular time but had been chewing it over for a while based on information gleaned primarily through the web. I certainly got it into my head to give Ford’s backside a very comprehensive tanning that weekend – perhaps I was subconsciously testing his limits. Routinely, if Ford can sit on a wooden seat without wincing a little the next day after a spanking, I personally feel that I haven’t done my job.

I don’t know where that puts us on the severity scale, but at the end of the day, you will need to set a level that suits you best, but there’s no hurry, take your time and trust your instincts, and talk about it – often.

Speaking of which, we’ve also found that the disciplinary component of our relationship forms a very special and intimate bond of trust between us – something that only we share and know about our relationship.

Michael, I hope this has been of some assistance – let’s know how you are going.
All the best
FORD and DW

Some relatively recent posts on other blogs have reminded me of an occasion, now perhaps a year or more ago, when DW used a post-orgasm spanking as a painfully effective application of purely non-erotic, remedial discipline.

I can recall that I was due for some well-deserved punishment as a consequence of several behavioural infringements during the previous week, and that this happened to coincide with one of those unusual weekend afternoons when we were sure of having the house to ourselves. It hadn’t really dawned on me that DW would have the opportunity to administer my punishment until she specifically reminded me that we would be alone and ordered me off to the bedroom to strip and stand naked at the foot of our bed in readiness.

Once DW did arrive about 10 minutes later, it was obvious that she intended to deliver a very direct and severe message about my behaviour – the determined manner with which she seized the hairbrush from the dresser and positioned me bent over the end of the bed with my palms, elbows and forehead flat against the covers, really said it all.

As DW placed her hand in the middle of my back and began work on my “sit spot” with her best alternating stinging strokes, she expressed some satisfaction with the manner in which I was reflexively gripping the bedclothes in response to the message she was imparting.

“Got a tight grip there I see.”

“Ah! Ye…es Ma’am”

“But why are you rising up onto your toes like that? – are you trying to get away from me?”

“No Ma’am.”

Well to DW the answer was just all too obvious – reasoning that I must be doing it to provide some relief from the pain she was intent on inflicting with the hairbrush.

“Put you feet FLAT on the floor.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

After this brief pause, DW was content to continue the lesson, although I still found it very difficult to keep my heels grounded and required at least three more reminders to resume the correct position – the progression to 50 strokes being all the more painfully prolonged as a consequence.

“OK, now kneel down please.”

DW, fully clothed up until this point, now proceeded to remove her shoes, jeans, socks and panties. As she sat on the side of the bed and swung her feet towards where I was kneeling, I was presented with the delicious sight of her pussy. DW slid down towards where I was kneeling, legs apart until her knees were bent and her heels resting against the end board that stops level with the top of the mattress. Painfully punished butt or not, the opportunity to orally pleasure DW is always one of my favourite activities.

Sliding my arms under the back of her thighs and then bringing them around and up to place my hands gently on her hips, I started by bringing my mouth to her already moist pussy and pushing my tongue deeply inside her. Then working my way upward, I sought out her clit and set to work with gradually increasing intensity. There was no hurry, and experience has taught that the longer I spin it out in building DW to orgasm, the more spectacular is the end result.

This turned out to be no exception and after she had exploded and was starting to drift down, I simply couldn’t resist the temptation of tightening my grip on her hips and then ever so gently flicking the very tip of my tongue over her clit, to the sound of her pleasured protests and the violent writhing in response to each fleeting random touch.

Eventually DW’s pleadings for release gave way to demands to have me inside of her and as soon as I loosened my grip on her hips, we both slid urgently up the bed and savoured the moment when I entered her and triggered another wave of her orgasm as our hips forcefully met.

Being well and truly ready myself, my own explosion inside her was to follow not long afterwards.

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I have no doubts that we then both dozed off for some period of time, but my waking vision was of DW by the side of the bed, back in her panties and sharply slapping the hairbrush against the palm of her left hand.

“Did you think that I had finished?”

“Apparently not.”

“Well you had better get back into position.””

This I did somewhat drowsily and, I can assure you, with absolutely no feelings of arousal.

After yet another warning to keep my heels grounded, my lethargy evaporated as DW delivered another 50 fiercely blistering strokes to the same area as previously – to the accompaniment of my breathless exclamations as each one landed.

Whilst I suspect that both sets of fifty stokes were delivered at about the same level of physical intensity, I certainly know which constituted the more severe punishment … and yes, my butt still does hurt just thinking about it.

About 2 weeks ago DW injured her thumb and lower wrist during her attempts to assist a fairly large individual who had gone sprawling across the pavement. In the first attempt at raising her, DW was herself knocked backwards and instinctively put her right arm back to save herself. The end result is two cracked bones, one in her thumb and the other just above – not sufficient to warrant plaster, but in need of a brace, certainly as much rest as possible and plenty of TLC.

Thankfully she has been able to work and do most things – DW in a state of enforced idleness being just too scary to contemplate – but obviously there are everyday tasks such as opening jars, turning the ignition key and doing up her bra for which she simply can’t use her right hand until it has healed. Naturally enough spanking discipline has been put on hold for some time – although DW has suggested that once her thumb is fully healed, I’ll likely be due for such a spanking that my butt will be the next thing in need of some healing time.

So while spanking is not available to her as an option, DW has been considering other new forms of discipline that she can apply as warranted meanwhile. Regular readers will know that DW is already prone to applying her own creative variants of panty discipline, corner time, rationed lovemaking and intimate body service, but for the specific purposes of my domestic discipline, I know she sees these more as condiments to the catharsis that is the ultimate outcome of a well-deserved spanking that’s been delivered with all of her customary severity.

Nevertheless I guess it’s a reasonable expectation that I’ll find myself in panties 24 x 7 at some stage before DW has fully healed and subject to whatever additional non-spanking disciplinary measures that she devises and applies until then.

“Fond of Writing” is one site of which DW has become aware thanks to a comment to one of my posts and its featuring a little time ago on CJ’s Blog, Over Her Knee. A couple of days ago DW provided a warning about my behaviour by verbally painting a mental picture of me clad only in panties spending many tedious hours at the keyboard – courtesy of that particular tool. I can only guess at the content of the text that she would devise with the intent of keeping me at attention, so to speak.

I also expect that a comprehensive tidying of the punishment panty drawer is probably somewhere on the agenda.

Without giving too much away at this stage, I suspect that my St Valentine’s gift to DW tomorrow will also raise the disciplinary stakes somewhat, although the effect will be largely anticipatory until her thumb has healed.

I don’t doubt that DW’s mind is hard at work considering other possibilities, but she has also let it be known that further suggestions for other non-spanking forms of punishment would be welcome.

I’m getting out of the shower and reaching for my towel from the rack. As I glance through the door into the bedroom, I can see in the mirror that DW is seated on the side of the bed facing the chest of drawers. The punishment panty drawer is open and she is leafing through its contents to select the pair of panties that I will be required to wear at work for the day.

Once she is content with her choice, DW neatly lays out the selected panties on my side of the bed.

I’m doing some supervised corner time in the office facing away from DW, with ball-gag in place, my hands on my head, and wearing only the briefest and tightest fitting pair of lacy white nylon panties that DW could find. DW rises from her desk where she has been working, stands behind me and reaches around with both hands to ever so gently caress my nipples. They immediately become hard in response to her attentions, but as I give muffled moans and my knees start to buckle at the teasing arousal that DW is causing, I’m also aware of my cock straining to harden within the unyieldingly tight confines of the panties.

After awhile DW reaches down and gently rubs her finger across the tip of my cock, now aching for release. As she detects the pre-cum that has started to appear through the nylon panty material, she comments, “Looks like you are getting a bit damp there Ford”. DW then sits down once again at her desk and continues with her work.

We are in our shared office at home, apparently hard at work at our respective desks. DW pauses in her activity at the keyboard and muses, “You know Ford, when you have finished going to work and all of the kids have left home, I’m going to have you spending a LOT of time tied stark naked to that chair”.

I’m totally naked and face up on our bed with my wrists bound tightly together, arms folded behind my back using the cord of my own dressing gown. My ankles are tied together with the cord of DW’s dressing gown, crossed so as to keep my knees apart. DW slowly and sensuously removes her clothes, climbs onto the bed and straddles my chest, facing me. She carefully props my head with pillows and then gradually eases herself up my body brushing me with her mound to leave a trail of her scent until she towers over me with her inner thighs beside my ears and I can feel the warmth of her pussy on my face. Wrapping her hands gently around the back of my head, DW pulls my face into her pussy and whispers, “I want your tongue deep inside me – now”.

Vignette #1:

I’m bent over the back a chair as far as I can reach, perched on my toes with my perspiring hands gripping the front legs as far down as possible. DW has just administered 50 of what seem like her absolute best swats with the oak Spencer Paddle to my now agonised, panty-covered backside. As I struggle to deal with the pain being engendered by her exertions, she pauses, slowly pulls the panties to half way down my thighs and gently lays the Paddle back across my now bare and red raw butt. Sliding the Paddle back and forth a little in readiness to continue, DW murmurs, “Well, now that I have you warmed up, let’s start the punishment shall we?”.