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Corporal Punishment

When I reformed our relationship into a wife-led marriage, my husband surrendered his power to me and accepted that corporal punishment would be a part of his future. To make our new dynamic as realistic as possible, true inequality had to be created and maintained, so I instituted domestic discipline into our marriage.

In the past, whenever he did something to anger me, our relationship would suffer and neither of us would be happy. Instead of dealing with the issue in a timely manner, hard feelings would fester and my resentment toward him would build. Instead of communicating my displeasure and disappointment in him, I would give him the silent treatment so he wouldn't even know why I was mad at him. I somehow expected him to read my mind or figure it out on his own.

When I took charge of the marriage, I decided to find a better way. With due consideration to his ideas and input, I designed a corporal punishment plan which I feel suits our new relationship dynamic the best. I created rules for us to live by, guiding him towards the behavior I expect from him. Some rules are minor, and some of them are zero tolerance, with serious consequences if broken.

The new way is so much better for both of us as problems are dealt with promptly ensuring no resentment builds. Before I punish him, I scold him, so he always knows exactly what he is being punished for eliminating any need for the silent treatment.

The minor day to day transgressions are taken care of during his weekly maintenance spankings which are done over my knee. However, broken zero tolerance rules must be dealt with in a stern manner.

These harsher punishments are rare and dealt with differently than scheduled maintenance spankings. For one thing, he doesn't lay himself across my lap. He has created, with his own hands, a purpose built spanking bench custom fit to hold his body at the correct height and angle for me to swing the cane or the strap comfortably while administering discipline. I love that he built it himself with such high quality as it shows he is committed to our new lifestyle and is fully invested in proper corporal punishment.

After fetching the implement bag, he puts leather cuffs on both his wrists and ankles. He walks up to the front of the bench and loosely clips his ankles in place to ensure he won't accidentally kick me when the pain gets intense.

He then puts on his leather deprivation hood and laces it tight followed by the ballgag. When this is done, he bends himself over the spanking bench. His hips are hugged on both sides by padded risers that prevent his torso from rocking off of the bench sideways keeping his bottom always lined up in the correct position to perfectly receive the next stroke, even if he is thrashing around. A hole is cut out where his genitals are, letting them dangle freely underneath, so that he can't hump against the bench and distract himself from the pain.

Once in place, he stretches forward to the extent of his reach and clips his wrist cuffs to the anchor ring in front of him. With his body stretched out taut, the muscles in his buttocks are tightened which adds to the effectiveness of the strokes. Although he is restrained hand and foot to the bench, he is still allowed a little wiggle room because I thoroughly enjoy watching him struggle and fight the restraints when I punish him. I've seen plenty of videos of dominant women caning or strapping their submissive and have trained him not to flinch or make a sound. How utterly boring.

My husband knows it's in his best interest to struggle against his restraints and scream, moan and grunt into his ballgag through the pain allowing me to fully experience his suffering. If he doesn't, I assume that I'm not swinging hard enough and put a little more effort into the next stroke.

With his ballgag strapped firmly into his mouth, no safeword can be spoken. With his wrists only clipped, not locked in place, he can free himself from the spanking bench in lieu of using a safeword. I will not swing an implement unless both wrists are properly clipped in place. The fact that he can free himself also keeps his punishment ultimately consensual as he can stop it anytime.

He doesn't know which implement I will employ until the white hot pain of the first stroke impacts his ass. Never in a hurry, I allow plenty of time for him to fully experience and appreciate the distinct pain of each stroke separately, giving him time to react, and for me to savor his reaction. I wait until the intense sting fades and he settles down, deciding he isn't going to free himself from the spanking bench (signalling his consent to continue) and has had sufficient time to feel dread for the next stroke he knows is coming. With random lengths of time between each stroke, he can't anticipate when the next one will land. When lining up for the stroke, I never let it touch his skin.

There are various reasons why his deprivation hood is used during punishment. When his sight is cut off and his hearing is diminished, it enhances his sense of touch and prevents any distractions, allowing him to concentrate his attention on the pain. This allows me to apply lighter strokes while still getting the desired outcome, resulting in less marking and irritation afterwards, as he has to be able to sit at work on Monday.

If he can't hear the implement cutting through the air, he can't anticipate the next stroke. I want to catch him off guard every time.

Another reason I hood him first, is because if I see his face, I will go easy on him and not deliver what I promised in disciplining him. The hood helps me to temporarily objectify and disassociate from him.

There is one more important reason I hood him.

It is to hide what I have come to accept about myself but don't want him to see. I have learned that I have a definite sadistic streak and administering corporal punishment has become a very raw sexual experience for me.

Nothing gets me hotter, faster, than swinging the cane or punishment strap and witnessing the reaction it causes. The struggling against the restraints, the screams, the whimpers, the moans, OH GOD, the moans. I feel so POWERFUL. It feels amazingly primal for me.

My husband knows that I get turned on from this, but has no idea how much it affects me. With him blindfolded, he can't see how excited I get. With his reduced hearing, he can't hear my soft moans as I play with myself while watching him struggle with the pain after each stroke.

He doesn't know that I strip naked when I cane or strap him. The effort of swinging the implement combined with the excitement his reaction stirs in me (my heart pounding in my chest the whole time), causes perspiration and my vagina to lubricate profusely, so it's best to be undressed.

Being naked also adds to the raw sexuality of the situation and allows me to apply nipple clamps to my breasts. The chain sways back and forth with the motion of my arm swinging the cane, creating intense stimulation as the clamps bite painfully into my nipples, helping me to share the experience of his suffering. Meanwhile, my fingers have complete access to roam my other erogenous zones. Isn't it ironic that I have become a partial painslut during HIS beatings?

It will always remain my little secret that some of the best orgasms I have ever had were from playing with myself while thrashing him. He will never know that my hottest fantasies often revolve around caning him into complete submission.

Those are just fantasies though. The reality is that I will only administer harsh punishment when he has broken our agreed upon rules and has earned it. But when he deserves it, why shouldn't I take as much pleasure from the experience as I can?

I simultaneously love and hate how obedient he is, as I love how he complies to my every want and need, but my sadistic side often wishes I could experience administering hard corporal punishment more often.

After he has received his final stroke, I let him lay there for a few minutes to compose himself. I remove my nipple clamps and massage my tortured nipples with one hand and touch myself elsewhere with the other, savoring the intense sensations, with explosive results.

When I've recovered myself, I take his hood off, and I immediately go into mommy-domme mode. After all, now that he has been fully corrected, he is my good boy again, but is still suffering the after effects. I suddenly feel an intense need to nurture him.

We both need aftercare, and what seems to work best for us is adult nursing. I feed him some water from a baby bottle and put him to my breasts to suckle for a while. I don't produce any milk, but dry suckling has a very calming effect for us both and we feel so close and intimate with each other. While on my breast, he will stare up at me with a look of total love and devotion, and I will kiss his forehead, pet him, and tell him what a good boy he is. I want to make it all better. After enduring the clamps, my nipples are quite sensitive, so his gentle suckling feels amazing.

The emotional roller coaster I experience through this whole process is so intense, but ultimately very satisfying for me. It can also be quite exhausting, and we will fall asleep as we lay there.

The adjective for metal is metallic, but that’s not the case for iron, which by the virtue of the situation is ironic.

that beautiful sting ~

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look at you, so worked up like a bitch in heat. how bad do you want my cock, baby? go on tell me how badly you want me to fill your pussy. how badly you want me to fill you with my cum.