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    Straight Female / 34

    How Spanking Saved My Marriage and Helped Me Stop Being a Stuck Up Bitch

    When I got married, everything seemed perfect, as I guess it does for everyone in the beginning. It took a few years but we started to have problems. He didn't think I was sexual enough for him and complained that I had no respect for him either. In my mind, everything was fine until he started blowing up randomly, running me down, being horrible for no reason I could see. It would happen every few months or so, but no big deal.

    Time went by. We started a family. Having the baby seemed to escalate things. He wasn't getting enough sex, I talked and bothered him when he was busy, stupid things like the smell of the product I cleaned the house with were causing him to just explode at me. It was getting more frequent and I began to seriously think of leaving. I did not, because I had come from a broken home and didn't want my child growing up like that. I was a Christian and didn't believe in divorce unless physical abuse was a factor, which it wasn't. Besides, I was a stay at home mom with no money and a car that didn't run anymore. How the heck was I going to support a child? I had nothing to start with. So for all these reasons, I stayed.

    I wasn't afraid of him, but I didn't trust him. I didn't trust him to stay faithful. I didnt trust him not to snap at me for oddball reasons. I started to hide things from him if I thought it might set him off. Really, this is no way to live.

    Finally things came to a head. I don't even remember what set it off, but he threw a fit, spilling an entire coffee pot all over the kitchen floor before storming off in a rage. The next day he sat down with me and talked about leaving. I was devastated. In my mind, I was a perfect wife. I stayed home, took care of the house, made sure everything was neat and clean and pretty and wholesome. I couldn't understand how it could have come to this. I couldn't understand what was wrong with him.

    Which he said was part of the problem. He accused me of thinking I was perfect. He said I refused to admit mistakes or accept criticism or make changes. Though I privately disgreed, I promised to change, though I wasn't sure that that would entail.

    He said I didn't respect him. He felt that our male-female roles were askew. Again, I disagreed, though privately. I asked what I could do to make him feel otherwise. His answer surprised and angered me. He wanted to assert his authority he said, by being allowed to spank me if he felt justified. This would reassert our household roles and help me learn to treat him with more respect. We came very close to having another fight, but I was determined he was not going to walk out and leave our baby without a dad. Like my dad had done. (And maybe that's the source of my apparent lack of respect for my husband --- not having had a dad to teach me better as a child).

    At any rate, I agreed. I figured he'd probably get over the idea anyway. In my mind, there was still no reason for his behavior --- the fault was not mine. He'd get over this idiotic idea. So I thought. I was dismayed to find out that he went online and ordered himself a paddle like the kind they'd use back when I was a kid in a private, religous based school. But still, he wasn't serious?

    Time went by. For a few weeks or so things were fine, before trouble began to brew again. It started, as it often did, with my trying to tell him something during the news. I don't remember what it was, but while I was talking, he jumped to his feet, cursed, and stormed out the back door. I had glared at him in shock and fury. How could tv be more important than your own family?

    He stayed out until I had bathed the baby and put him to bed. I had showered myself and just come out of the bathroom dressed in my nightgown when I found him sitting on the bed with a serious expression and the paddle resting on his lap.

    "You have got to be kidding me," I told him.

    "You said you were willing to save this marriage."

    &qu ot;Over what -- the news? Seriously?"

    "I was trying to listen to a story. You were being disrespectful and rude by interrupting."

    "But I thought you would want to know ----"

    "I wanted to watch the news, which was why it was on."

    We stared at each other in silence for a few moments.

    "If you dont' want me to leave right now, you need to bend over the bed," he said at last.

    I stared at him in horror and fury, heart pounding.

    He stared back at me evenly.

    "Fine," I snapped. "Asshole," I added as I stepped up to the bed and bent over like the teacher used to make me do at school when I was sent to the office.

    He stood up and lifted the back of my nightgown up over my back. I was bare underneath.

    "Are you going to give me a good talking to?" I asked sarcastically, trying to hang onto my dignity.

    His answer was a hard swat square across my backside that made me reflexively stand straight. "Bend over," he said coldly.

    "That freaking hurt!"

    "That's the idea. Bend over."

    Furious, I did as he asked. He pushed my nightgown up and began again.

    I half laid over the bed, clutching the sheets, in a state of disbelief. My husband was spanking me. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react. I held tight to the sheets and laid there as passively as I could, while he swatted me with the paddle again and again.

    I could not believe this was happening. This was a totally different person than the person I thought I'd married. Mentally I shouted curses and invectives at him as my skin got hotter and hotter. The paddling hot harder and harder and I realized that he'd begun softly. Geez, when was it going to stop? Honestly, I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer. WHat did he want from me? When did he turn so freaky? He really was losing his mind.

    The paddling continued with constant ferocity. I had lost count of how many swats he'd given me and couldn't help but squirm. Surely it wouldn't be much longer? I could feel my will beginning to break. His paddle against heart against my ribcage...tears beginning to flow down my cheeks. I let out a sob I'd been holding back. He gave me about five more swats, hard, and then stopped.

    Then he walked away and just left me there in my own humiliation.

    That was the worst might of my life. A night of humiliation and reckoning. It was like the spanking had peeled back scales from my eyes, like the humiliation had made me see what a spoiled little bitch I really was. What a selfish little bitch. What a spoiled, egotistical, ungrateful little ngaging bitch. And I made some decisions last night to change some things. After today it would be better.

    And it was. We didn't talk about the spanking, but went on mostly as though it hadn't happened. Only I made some changes to my behavior. And you know, things got better. Weeks went by before I made a slip up. I saw that look of anger in his eye, felt it like a punch to the gut, knowing I had done it again. But he never said a word, probably because things had gone so well since...that night.

    I admitted things had gotten better since then. So that night after the baby was in bed, I did a brave thing. I retrieved the paddle and approached my husband who was on the couch watching the news. He looked at me in complete surprise.

    "I'll wait til a commercial," I told him. And I sat down in a chair with the paddle in my lap.

    When the commercial break came, I told him. "I think that I needed a refresher. I made a mistake earlier and..." I hesitated blushing, "I know I was wrong..." (Words I had never said to him in my life!) "...and that I need a spanking. So when the news is over ---?" I couldn't bring myself to finish.

    He picked up the remote control and turned off the tv. "Our marriage comes first. If this is what you need, then we'll take care of it right now. I'm glad that you asked."

    I nodded, staring at the floor.

    "Come bend over the arm of the couch," he said, standing up.

    Trembling, I stood in the indicated spot, and pulled down my jeans and panties. Then I bent over, burying my scarlet face in the couch seat cushion.

    Again, no preamble, but this time he was softer than he had been before. I stood there in an uncomfortable suspense. Something wasn't the same as before. There was something off. Something was missing that we'd had last time, and it took a moment or two to realize what it was.

    "No. Give me a real spanking. You're being too gentle. I was wrong and I need be set right," I faltered, lifting my head.

    "All right," he answered softly.

    He placed a hand on the small of my back to steady me----and then proceeded to whale the tar out of me. I was immediately sorry for asking him to give me what I deserved. But it didn't last that long. This time I didn't hold back. My tears came quickly and freely and once he was satisfied of my contrition, he stopped the paddling.

    Humiliated, I pulled up my pants and went to our room to calm down. I never did hear the news come back on. About five minutes later, he walked into the room, looking at me with concern. And somehow he had never looked more male or more attractive than at that moment. And I did something I never do. I walked up to him, got on my knees, and undid his pants. I looked up at him and said, "I want you to finish in my mouth."

    If he looked surprised, that's understandable because I never let him do that in the past. He was immediately stiff as a board, and I went about my work eagerly. This act of giving, of submission, gave me a heady feeling. I thought it must be like being high. I found myself trying to take him as deep as I could, choking a little, but going right back for more.

    He was at least kind enough to warn me first. And like a good girl, I worked hard to swallow all that he had to give.

    So this is how our marriage was saved. This is how I came to see myself for the rotten little bitch I was and to make the necessary corrections. This may not work for everyone, but this has worked for us. He wears the pants and I let him. Simple. If I cross the line, I get spanked. What concept. I think more couples should give it a try because there is too much divorce in the world. Five years later we are together and happy. That's more than most people have.

    #39630 — Comments (1) — Mar 12, 2018 at 12:38 PM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
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    Thank you, that is beautiful and well written. I wish my wife would have the determination of your husband, as in our marriage I am the spoiled brat. All the best to you and your family.

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