We have been a couple for 20 years. For the first 10 we were pretty regular swingers on the local scene. On a number of occasions she had been whipped, flogged and such by others as I watched. In life, I had to make all the decisions, important calls and do all the driving. As a gent, I walk on the outside, open doors and help decide what clothes to buy. My choice is king at the store, dinner table and day to day life.
This went on for 19 years. My thick head did just not see that she wanted me to be the HoH and to Take her in Hand.
Finally she came to me and asked to be punished. The sun rose, the book opened and the matrix of our life was revealed.
“Oh, you want me to punish you?”
How dum am I?! Daddy Dum Dom!
We fell off the swinger circuit, as life got in the way and our relationship just fumbled along. There were high points, we were married just five years ago. Two years ago our Pharaoh Hound had 11 beautiful pups, one who now lives with us and many that we see regularly. But I became frustrated with her as her attitude did just not align with how I had been trained in society to treat a girl.
The door opened onto our new life with the administration of 23 strokes of a cane. She cried, I told her she had half an hour to pull herself together, get dressed and come down stairs.
Honestly I thought I would hear her footsteps come down the stairs turn right and go straight out of the front door. But no! She turned left, a bloom on her face, like a kid in a candy store.
She is learning to submit, I’m understanding how much she needs too and the depth of how important Punishment, Discipline and Funishment are….