Saving a Marriage

My husband and I have only recently discovered the DWC on the Internet but, when we did, it was wonderful. We found that we were not alone. I only wish there was a branch of the club here in the UK.

Of course, we knew of S & M, but we have never seen our relationship in that light. I have disciplined Tom since the second year of our marriage, and I have to say not only has it made our marriage better but without it we would probably not have got through to our third anniversary. Tom was always headstrong and selfish, and our early married life saw many rows. One night, after a particularly acrimonious set-to, he said, "You treat me like one of your pupils." I shot back, "No, I don't. If I did, I would be caning you right now."

It was a good example of saying what you don't mean while having a row. I was a 26-year-old schoolteacher and had no right to use the cane. But I had often sent boys and girls to their respective heads for the cane after being advised by a teacher that the only way to deal with a particularly difficult class was to let them know early on that I would not hesitate to do so. Once I was present as a witness when a girl was being punished for a particularly nasty case of bullying and admired the cool, calm way the girl's head brought the rebellious girl to submit to the six strokes to which she was sentenced.

Back to that evening. My husband hesitated for a moment, then said, "You don't mean that." He was probably right, but in times like that, you don't back down, and I said I did. In bed, he tried to snuggle up to me, but I rejected his advances, and both of us stayed awake silently for a long time. But the change in his attitude did not go unnoticed and it started a train of thought. By this time, I was pretty sure that our marriage was heading for the rocks and wondered whether it was even worth trying to save. The next day at school, I phoned the company that supplied disciplinary equipment. After a discussion with a saleslady, I ordered two canes, a middle-weight one and another which was described as a 'Reformatory cane', suitable for use on rebellious adolescents.

A few days later, the doorbell rang, and Tom returned from answering it with a narrow parcel a yard long addressed to me. He asked what was in it, but I said it was something I was collecting for my sister who was away. When he had left for work, I took it to my study and examined the two canes, swishing them through the air. The reformatory cane gave a deeper note than the other, but both gave me a feeling of power. I locked them away in my cupboard and awaited a suitable moment.

It came after a visit to my family. These visits always put Tom in a bad mood because he thinks that my father, a gentleman of the old school, secretly despises him.

Tom is a fast, skillful, but impatient driver, and I often had to tell him to slow down. On the return home, he was more aggressive than usual, and by the time I got home, my legs were like jelly. Tom went to garage the car, and I had a stiff whisky. I decided that now was the time and went to my study cupboard, took out the lighter cane, and placed it on my desk. My study also has a long table for laying out materials for lessons. I piled these unceremoniously on the floor. When I heard Tom come into the house, I called him to come up in a peremptory tone of voice.

He entered the room with a frown on his face and saw me sitting at my desk. A second later, he saw the cane in front of me. I remembered the school caning I had witnessed and looked coldly at him, saying, "Some time ago, you asked me whether I meant it when I said that I should cane you. Well, I did. Your behavior today was disgusting, and I have had more than enough of it. You submit to a caning here and now, or we can call this marriage off." I was amazed at my own coolness as I watched emotions warring in his face. I felt entirely unemotional. Either he submitted, or I would gather my things together and go back to my parents.

Tom's mouth had gone dry. He licked his lips, started to say something, and fell silent. Taking his silence as submission, I told him to go to the end of the table, take down his trousers and bend over. He hesitated for a moment, then took two paces to the table. His hands went to his belt, then he looked back at me as I was rising, cane in hand. I gestured to the table, and he lowered his trousers and bent over. I knew then that I had won, but he had left his underpants on, and his knees were bent so his bottom did not present a very good target.

Curtly, I told him to stand again, take his shorts down and bend over further, stretching as though trying to grasp the far end. Now he was well-positioned. I said, "Twelve strokes," in a tone that brooked no argument and stepped up beside him. I folded his shirt back and pushed it out of the way and measured my position. I wasn't sure how hard to strike. School canings were delivered over clothing, so they were not much of a guide. I decided to feel my way carefully. The first stroke got little reaction from him, nor the second. The third and fourth drew little gasps, but the fifth was rewarded with a distinct "Ow" and an involuntary movement. I gave another five at about the same strength, then another a good deal harder. He tried to rise, but when I snapped, "Stay down," he subsided back into position for the hard final stroke.

I told him to get up and dressed and went back to my desk. When he had reclothed himself, I gestured for him to stand in front of my desk. I noticed his face was pink and he was moist about the eyes and winced when he moved. "From now on you will behave yourself or receive a caning. You are not out of the wood by a long way. You were within a hair's breadth of divorce today, and if you do not learn your lesson, it may still come to that. Now go to bed."

I decided that I would sleep in the spare room and leave him to his thoughts. Before I went to sleep, I smiled at the thought of how I had brought him to submission.

During the night he woke me, sliding into bed. Within a few minutes he was making love to me with a hard urgency. I touched his buttocks, feeling the hot lines where my cane had tamed him.

After completion, I said: "That was very good, much better than recently. You have just given me another reason to use the cane."