A Posting from Blair’s Submissive Wife, Margie: September Maintenance Spanking

Margie and I were just noting that I posted in a bunch again and felt like it was a perfect opportunity to post what was on her mind in regards to our CDD relationship.  After talking about the content, I agreed with the stipulation that we had probably reached the edge of our transparency about our marriage.

Blair is my Sir.  I don’t want readers to think that I am a doormat submissive.  If only that were true!  I would probably find myself bent over the bed or a chair less often.  I call him Sir when he is directing me or asks me things.  It is an incredible example to our children.  Most important to me though is that it keeps me in constant reminder of our roles in the marriage.  I am the submissive helpmate.  He is my Leader, my Priest, my Knight in shining armor… and my disciplinarian.

I actually have been doing well in the last couple of months.  I have only received five, relatively minor spankings in that time period.  I am focused and attentive.  It is a joy loving and serving my Head of Household.

Some time ago we both agreed that Maintenance spankings should be part of our marriage, especially as I become better and better at my obedience and behavior.  When I turned thirty, we negotiated Maintenance into our rules.  On the last day of the month, if I have received less than four spankings in that month, I receive a Maintenance spanking.  Maintenance is a spanking without offense, but unlike “good girl” swats or a role affirmation spanking which are both just simple and relatively quick bare hand spankings, it is a full, spanking ritual that usually is at least hard and sometimes severe in intensity.

As you know, it is the last day of September and I have been a very good wife (only one spanking for a parking ticket).  So tonight, I received my regular maintenance spanking.

As a woman, I have to share how intensely intimate this time together for us is.  It brings all of the best fruit of our marriage and our decision to practice CDD to the fore.  Practically, I just need the spanking because I haven’t been spanked in a while.  It is an extreme role affirmation for us because it bears the intensity of a punishment while engendering the trust that a role affirmation needs.  I feel his appreciation when I submit to Maintenance.  I hate the pain that I have to endure but I can feel his spirit being fed when I trust him with my discomfort and discipline.  It’s not that I am not submissive when I’m punished, but this is different, because I am submitting without offense.  He is tender even when he brings me to wailing tears.

Some of my most intimate memories of our marriage are the times where I am in position, either over his lap or bent over something and his hand is gently holding me and talking encouragement to me before he disciplines me.  When we pray together before hand, it is like we are about to do something holy.

Tonight, was both bitter and sweet.  It was simply the worst spankings I have received in nearly three years. I received a bare hand warm up that lasted five minutes; then I was given the hairbrush; then the belt; then I was paddled.  Between each set, I got five minutes of corner time and then three minutes of gentle rubbing.  We decided last week that it would be appropriate to have a severe spanking this month because I literally hadn’t received one in a couple of years.  It was mutually agreed to but while I was being spanked, I questioned my willingness.  We focused on my staying in position, role affirmation, and the reminder of how painful punishment can be.

As horrible an experience as it was (so bad that I was screaming in pain during the paddling and still can’t sit comfortably), it was also one of the most lovely evenings with Sir that I can remember.  He was patient with me.  When we prayed, I felt so close to him.  He prayed for strength to spank me as hard as I needed to receive and then prayed for my response to the spanking.  My spirit was so open to him.  It was also sensual for us.  We send the kids out on maintenance night, especially when it is hard or severe, mostly so I can cry or yell as loud as I need to.  It also allows me a little marital immodesty which makes the whole thing easier. Tonight, after we prayed he undressed me to my tank top and I didn’t dress again until the maintenance was over.  He knows that I enjoy being naked, especially in the freedom of our marriage.  He encouraged me through the entire process.  I could feel his hand holding my hip as I was over his lap being spanked with his hand and the hairbrush.  When I received the belt, he laid me on my back and whipped my bottom diaper style, his eyes always on mine which I loved.  When he is angry or disappointed with me, he will often withdraw relationship by bending me over or away from him while I am being spanked.  He touched me throughout the discipline and even though it was horrifyingly painful at times, I was completely at peace with the process.

Afterwards, I needed to cry it out and he just held me on the bed as I heaved.  Then as I just melted into Sir, as often happens on maintenance night, we wound up making love.  I absolutely love sex after maintenance because we are so tuned to each other that it is like we started even before he got inside me.

Sir tells me that maintenance are both his favorite and most difficult spanking to give me.  He loves it because it is the time where I seem to trust him the most which really encourages him.  It is difficult because he has to spank me so hard for no offense and his normal thought process is that I need that.  I love my husband so much.  I trust him even when he makes me cry.  I trust his leadership and he trusts my submission.

I couldn’t have told this story better actually.  Margie was amazing tonight.  After her spankings today, she posted all of the stories and articles that we got together to post here.  I was particularly struck by the intimacy of the diaper style spanking I gave her with the belt.  I really felt close to her as I held her legs and watched her face as I gave her the belt.  She was crying loudly and I had to make sure that I didn’t wane in the severity of the spanking.  Sometimes, when she cried out in a particularly fearful way, she would quickly augment it with an sobbing ‘it’s okay…it’s okay…’.  I am married to an impressive, powerfully loving, submissive Bride.  I am far luckier than you.  I love you, Wife.  

Refocusing Versus Maintenance Spankings

Refocusing Versus Maintenance Spankings.

As a huge advocate for CDD, I found this transparent and deeply sensual act of Christian love from a husband to a wife so cathartic that I wanted to reblog it.  I like what they have done as a couple.  In our home we called it role affirmation.

Christian Marital Domestic Discipline

I have always watched from afar with interest this slice of an already tiny genre.  However, when I found that there are publishers out there screaming for this particular form of spanking literature I was delighted to dive in.  I am still an avid church goer though most of my readers would be skeptical and many of the fundamentals of traditional evangelical Christianity, particularly in regards to discipline in the home, resonate with me.  That was the inspiration for writing A Third of the Angels, a reference towards the angelic fall from grace when God cast Lucifer and those angels swayed by him to the earth.  The context here is that no matter how good one tries to be- no matter whether they are forgiven or not-they require the redirection and justice that discipline provides.  The book of Romans reminds us that no one is good; no, not one.

In A Third of the Angels we meet a young wife and learn how she was raised in a fundamentalist home with marital discipline, how she strays after the premature passing of her father and his strong hand, and how she struggles with her own fears when she prepares for marriage- fears of submitting to the legacy her parents hoped she would carry on in regards to Domestic Discipline.  This will be a trilogy, i.e. another large novel broken up into a mini-series.  The second book will watch the wife and her husband venture successfully into Domestic Discipline.  As they fall into the predictable routines of marriage, have children and such, they both realize that the zeal they both had for DD is ebbing.  They also feel isolated by the fact that it is a part of their life that they have to keep secret.  It isn’t until they meet another older Christian couple that also practices DD that they realize that they have to recommit to the lifestyle to reap the benefits it once gave them.  

In the final installment, we find the couple entering middle age, living the DD life in a routine, easy way but now they are always looking for ways to improve their marriage.  She wants to be a Proverbs 31 wife and knows in her heart of hearts that there is still more fallow ground to dig up in their marriage.  Then her beloved husband introduces a new term into their marriage at the suggestion of their DD friends…Domestic Discipline Bootcamp.

This first chapter sample examines her life as she watched her mother live out the Domestic Discipline life.

 

The rod of discipline drives the foolishness from a child’s (or wife’s) heart.
~ the Book of Proverbs

 

A Third of the Angels

Chapter One

 

I don’t know how many times that I got spanked as a child, but I know that it was a lot.   Daddy said that kids, girls in particular, go through seasons of their lives where the need to spank more often happens.  He told me that when I was between three and five years old, I got spanked almost every day, sometimes multiple times.  

 

Then I went through a season where I wasn’t spanked as often, perhaps three or four times a month.  When he would spank me, he would remind me, “Deborah, these will probably increase again when you are nine or ten.”  

 

With sage-like accuracy, as the estrogen of my puberty began to develop, so to did my skill for sighing heavily, rolling my eyes, complaining and feeling entitled as a ‘princess’.  Daddy seemed particularly interested in me and what was going on in my life.  He would take me out for regular date nights, where he would take me to fine dining restaurants, teaching me about having a more refined palate, and learning to disdain junk food.  During those dates, he treated me as the wife.  He got my door for me, order for me when the server came, he held my hand.  I always knew that Daddy was interested in me.  

Sample Chapter of my Upcoming Victorian Spanking Novel

The Petworthy Finishing School for Girls and Academy for Submissive Studies at first looks to be a tongue in cheek romp through an updated version of wonderful Victorian Erotica.  I was prompted to write this when, while shopping at a garage sale, I came upon a group of old high school year books that belonged to a wealthy Italian immigrant girl, circa 1917 to 1921.  I was fascinated by both the stories that lay in the notes to each other and by the period of time itself.  American life still clung to old Victorian social mores but were on the cusp of a radical sexual revolution brought on by the advent of Suffrage in 1920.  The French have scores of Erotica based on this time period.  This was shortly followed by the erotic works of Henry Miller and Anais Nin.

There was such a tension between those two polar opposites that I wanted to bring them together into a narrative where both aspects of culture were hyperbolic and accentuated.  The product of which I am hoping to have published within a year is Petworthy.  The heroine of the story is Lavinia “Mitten” Wordsmith, the daughter of a wealthy Nebraska man who has made his fortune in cattle and meat packing.  A single father, Mr. Wordsmith seeks to give his daughter the finest education and opportunity that he can.  He hears through whispers, rumors and innuendo of the mysterious, almost secret, Petworthy Finishing School.  The education this school provides is not simply academic.  They also focus on creating and matchmaking submissive wives for the elite.  However, it becomes clear that even that has a clandestine purpose to it in light of women’s suffrage.

More frightening to Mitten is the subject of all the rumors; that Petworthy is renound… indeed… notorious for its corporal discipline and scandalous sexual education.

In this first chapter sample, Mitten receives a visit from the Headmistress of Petworthy, Mrs. Cashmere.  She learns that she must quickly learn to subordinate her own will to please her father and win the opportunity to join the elite school.

 

The Petworthy Finishing School for Girls

  Chapter One:  Where Mitten is interviewed and examined by the Headmistress.

It was a very long trip so Mitten had a long time to think about it.  Her Daddy told her that the school she was going to was far away and very strict compared to the little school house in Lincoln.  For people in Nebraska, they were very well off. It was the only way that she would be even considered for so expensive a school as the Petworthy Finishing School for Girls.  There were only whispered stories about the school rumors so surreal that they were growing into urban legend.  They were stories that had filtered all the way west to Lincoln.  Because Daddy was huge ranch owner and had tens of thousands head of cattle for beef they were doing as well as an oil baron.  While the Great War waged in Europe, Daddy’s ranch benefited by sending meat overseas for the war effort.

Since Momma had died, Daddy had been growing in trepidation about how to raise a teen-aged daughter.  The world was becoming so modern.  In the east, there was a suffrage movement for women.  Mitten didn’t know how she felt about that…about women being able to vote and asking for so many roles that men traditionally had.  Daddy was sure that it wasn’t a good thing.  Daddy was so traditional.  So even when Mitten got her first period, Daddy had to call Mrs. Pettigrew, the school mistress in town to come and attend her.  She taught her about how to take care of her bleeding and it soon became clear that Daddy wasn’t prepared to raise a teen-aged girl.