Coming to Understand My Role

I had been on my best behavior for a couple of weeks because I knew that Debbie was having a really hard time at work. It wasn't bad enough that she lost out on the promotion she was entitled to, but Ed from another division, with a bad reputation as a sneak and manipulator, got it. Debbie’s best friend at work, Elaine, was calling every night to complain about “the new” guy. Every day Debbie came home more upset and on edge. 

Having signed the DWC contract, I knew I had committed myself to accept any discipline that Debbie sees fit at any time. Having Debbie so tense and nervous at home really started to affect me. Even though I was doing my best to be on top of everything, I could tell that “office trouble” was causing Debbie anxiety and stress. Every night, while the calls between Elaine and Debbie became longer and longer, I tried to be cheerful and accommodating.

One night after Debbie came home late and immediately got on the phone with Elaine, I realized that I had been selfish and unsympathetic. I had expected Debbie’s discipline as her effort to improve my attitude, but I forgot that my role is to support her emotionally as well. On this day, when she got off the phone with Elaine, I stood beside her with her rubber paddle in my hand. I know that she likes that paddle because of the noise that it makes and how effective it is on me. Debbie looked up at me and saw the paddle and said, “Honey, what’s this?” Without saying anything I handed her the paddle and started to take my clothes off.  She didn't say a thing as I laid myself across her lap, but her hand gently caressed my bottom and she whispered, “I love you.” Immediately, the paddle landed square on my cheek. Individual smacks of this paddle are somewhat light, but noisy, and Debbie loves using it hard and fast. I braced myself for the spanking and was really trying to be on my best behavior since this session was all for her. I braced for the worst, but Debbie stopped after 30-40 smacks and caressed my butt. She thanked me and pulled up for a kiss. I noticed her eyes were wet with tears. We made love that night for the first time in a while; I slept wonderfully, knowing that I had given something of myself for my wife’s emotional support.

I hadn't thought out the consequences of my actions, but the next day Debbie called from the office to say she'd be late, because she’s stopping by the gourmet store on the way home. I thought we were going to have a romantic dinner. When Debbie came home, she called me to the door to see what she bought. Debbie pulled a large wooden spoon out of the bag, I just stood there, and she said, “Honey, I really appreciate what you did for me last night. I know it must have taken a lot for you to have done it.” She handed me the spoon and said, “I've heard about using one of these and decided that now was the perfect time to try it out.” Debbie took the spoon from me and told me to “get ready", my signal to strip fast for a spanking. 

When I stood naked, I took a dining room chair and started to move to the middle of the room, but Debbie stopped me. She said, “I've been thinking about this all day; come with me.” Debbie took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen. She left me standing in the kitchen while she went to the living room and grabbed a cushion off the chair. Debbie pointed to the table bench and pointed to the middle of the room. I quickly grabbed the bench and placed it where she indicated. Debbie placed the chair cushion in the middle of the bench. She said, “Ok, honey, lie down on the bench, bottom up.” While I positioned myself on the bench, with the cushion pushing my butt in the air and my hands on the floor, Debbie took one of the kitchen chairs and sat just behind me. Debbie said, “You are such a sweetheart and don't think I don't appreciate it.” With that, the spoon landed square and hard on my butt. I arched my back in surprise. Every implement feels different, and this spoon was not what I expected. It wasn't like a paddle; it was like a hand but smaller. With my butt high up and her sitting just behind me, Debbie was able to swing the long-handled spoon with precision. She got every inch of my cheeks and upper thighs. Occasionally, she would concentrate on one spot until I started to squirm in panic, until she moved on. There was no way of knowing how often the spoon landed on my butt. The tempo varied from fast and furious to slow and deliberate. I looked behind me several times to see Debbie totally concentrating on spanking me with a stern look of concentration on her face. 

After what seemed an eternity, Debbie said, “Ten more.” This is how she usually ends a session. I will receive ten of the hardest, but I know that will be the end of it. The last ten really did push me over the edge; that simple wooden spoon whistled as it cut through the air. When she was done, Debbie rubbed cooling lotion on my butt and told me to get up. She gave me a long, hard hug and thanked me for being such a wonderful husband. I felt wonderful; I wasn't made to stand in the corner as usual and allowed to shower immediately. I was surprised that though my butt was sore and stinging, there were no bruises.

The next day Debbie called me last thing at work and told me to “be ready” when she comes home. I wasn't expecting this; I thought I had done my duty for her for the last two days. When Debbie came home, I was naked in the corner, and not happy about another spanking session. Debbie called me to her and said, “I appreciate what you're doing for me. I know it hurts but I need a release from the stress at work and baby . . . you're it!” With that Debbie pulled me to the sofa and told me to lie down on my back. She told me to lift my legs up high. Debbie hooked my legs under her left arm, which pulled my butt off the sofa and left her right hand free. She then proceeded to flail my butt with the spoon like a machine gun going off. A couple of times reflexes caused me to bend my legs, making her struggle to keep me in position. When I did that, she grabbed the heavy wooden paddle on the coffee table and gave me several hard swats to “learn how to stay and behave.” It took a lot of willpower, but I was able to hold still and not resist as she set fire to my ass with that spoon.

I received nightly spankings for more than a week. I just came home, stripped, placed the spoon on the coffee table and waited for Debbie to come home. The change in her was amazing. Elaine had gone on vacation, so there was no one to talk to, but Debbie’s mood was fantastic. She was light, funny telling jokes and couldn't keep her hands off me. I knew I was doing my part in our relationship by giving Debbie the means to vent her frustration. Late Sunday night the phone rang. It was Elaine calling the minute she got home from vacation to find out the latest from the office. I could only hear Debbie’s part of the conversation - “Oh, nothing has changed at all..... really, I sound different...well yeah, I know what it is.... my husband lets me vent all my anger.... mmm… well, I spank his bottom until I feel better.... absolutely serious....yeah I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow over lunch. 

I still have a hard time with other people “knowing” what goes on, but I trust my wife and realize that she is empowered to decide how our house is run. But now how am I going to face Elaine at the next office party?