Spanking Creates the Perfect Husband
If you are a guy and you live in my neighborhood, you may be tired of your wife pointing me out as an exemplary husband. Blame my wife and mother.
My mother was always complimented on my cleanliness and my quiet and respectful demeanor. They would point at me and tell their sons that I did not expect an allowance. My pocket money came from a part-time job.
Why was I such a paragon? Simple: my mom’s hairbrush. If my behavior deviated from her expectations, she spanked me. My dad never disciplined me. He too was an exceptionally kempt, courteous and helpful man. Now I realize mom probably spanked him too.
I studied hard and earned straight A’s in all my classes. Harvard offered me a scholarship that paid for everything. Reading the letter from the university, I thought that maybe my mom had been right. Spanking me was for my own good.
Jeanne came into my life in law school. I was studying corporate law. Her ambition was to become a district attorney. We got jobs in the same city and married.
I was an adult and free of my mother and teachers, now I could now relax, at least outside work.
On the weekends I did not shave. For those two days, I would wear old clothes never bothering to tuck in the shirttail. Mostly I sipped beer and lazed around the house.
Jeanne seemed a bit miffed. I figured my wife would get over it. Some of her complaints were silly anyway. Surely, she could close the toilet lid if I left it upright.
Then mom came for a visit. Visibly my mother did not approve of my slackness on weekends. Free from fear of her hairbrush, mom could get over it as well.
Mom and Jeanne seemed to talk a lot. I figured that was normal. My wife and mother were fast becoming friends.
I had been proud and relieved that my wife took self-defense classes. It would destroy me if anything bad happened to Jeanne. My wife put those lessons to unexpected use.
One Saturday when I opened my first beer Jeanne snatched it from my hand. Then she … I never have understood exactly what followed. With a couple of instantaneous violent motions, she had me over her lap.
Suddenly my wife was spanking me. I knew that sensation. Jeanne was spanking me with a hairbrush. I cried like a baby. Jeanne kept on spanking.
After the spanking, we had a talk. My wife did all of the talking. No more beer. No more sloppy clothes. I was going to do at least my share of the housework. Anytime she felt my behavior was inappropriate she would subject me to another session with the hairbrush.
When I looked at the brush that had been beating into my backside, I noticed that it look old and used. It looked just like the hairbrush mom used to spank me. It probably was the same brush. Damn! Mom must have brought it with her. And she had told Jeanne how to control my misbehavior.
Later when I saw my mother, she gave me the most mocking smile. She must have thought it funny that even as an adult I needed a woman to discipline.
Now you know how I became a ‘perfect’ husband. My wife has me under her thumb. Or at least her hairbrush.
There is never a week when she does not spank me. Whether because spanking me is fun or just to keep me mindful? I cannot tell. Probably for both reasons.