I got into trouble. On Sunday, I spilled some soup on my t-shirt. I also forgot to set up the coffee pot for Monday morning. Both are clear, enforced rules. I also interrupted Mrs. Lion. She pointed that out to me. After I spilled on my shirt on Sunday night, she told me that she was planning a “just because” spanking anyway. So, I was in for a paddling regardless. On Monday, I asked if my spanking would be fifteen minutes instead of ten. That’s the DWC prescription for two offenses: add five minutes for each additional offense. Mrs. Lion commented that fifteen minutes is a long time. I agree. If you figure about 70-swats-per-minute (a conservative estimate for Mrs. Lion), and you add some rest periods for her, I figure I will get at least 900 swats. That’s a lot. I won’t be counting.
Apparently, the interruption offense is going unpunished. I’m not looking for more. I’ve felt, and you’ve seen what my bottom looks like after a ten-minute (actually longer because Mrs. Lion doesn’t stop just because the timer goes off) spanking. It will be much worse after the additional five minutes. I doubt she will add another five minutes for interrupting her. She has other tools to punish me. It is important that she punishes me for interrupting, which is much more serious than getting a little food on my shirt.
This level of punishment may seem cruel and way out of line by some people who read our blog. What we do now is the latest in a long evolution. I have always been turned on thinking about being spanked. Over fifteen years ago, I told Mrs. Lion that I would like to be spanked. She agreed. In the beginning, I barely felt her swats. She didn’t want to hurt me. I think most women would start this way. It isn’t natural to painfully spank your mate.
I wanted to feel it more. Over more than a decade, Mrs. Lion gradually swatted harder with her hand and with various paddles. We kept communicating about what we were doing. It’s been challenging for her. I recently read an old letter to the Disciplinary Wives Club that described a DWC spanking in detail. I told Mrs. Lion about it and posted it here as well. It went into detail about adult punishment spanking. The key takeaways were that the duration of the spanking is critical. The minimum DWC spanking is ten minutes. The next point was that there is a long warmup. That’s less painful swats for two or three minutes. They aren’t painless but much easier to handle. After that, the force ramps up and keeps increasing. The only breaks are when the spanker needs to rest for a few seconds. No consideration is given to the disciplined male.
The spanking doesn’t end before the timer goes off. It usually continues well beyond the timed period. Ten minutes feels like forever when Mrs. Lion is swatting my bottom. When she continued after the timer went off, I couldn’t believe it. Those were the worst swats. I think that spanking me becomes a bit easier when doing a DWC spanking. Mrs. Lion has to focus on being able to deliver a lot of swats that are hard work. She has less time to worry about hurting me. I’m proud of Mrs. Lion. I hate her DWC spankings. I’m supposed to. When I realized I had a second offense and it would add at least five more minutes to my punishment, I was genuinely frightened. That’s exactly how I should feel.
If you haven’t been in a disciplinary relationship, this can feel extreme. However, if you both want to move in this direction, patiently evolve the way we did. It works. We had a great marriage before we added discipline. I am convinced our disciplinary marriage has improved a good thing. The reason is that Mrs. Lion would never let me know if I did something that upset her. If she got angry, she would withdraw and not want to talk to me. I felt rejected. She felt angry. Now, we are learning to use the paddle as a way for her to express her feelings and teach me to avoid doing what annoyed her.
It isn’t magic. Mrs. Lion has yet to consistently tell me, much less punish me, for annoying her. She’s getting closer. I am trying to encourage her. It isn’t because I want more punishment. It’s because I want to change and be a better husband. I’ve learned that things work better if I’m punished for breaking a rule.
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