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My head was pressed against the tumultuously heaving bosom of my governess, and notwithstanding the intensity of my suffering, I could plainly hear the beating of her heart, and knew that her thighs were tightly compressed together, whilst a strange tremor pervaded her entire frame. I was just about to mow the lawn when Debby called me and asked me to come into the living room. When I stepped in I saw that Debby and Sandra were sitting on the couch, there was a dining room chair facing the couch and Debby had her favorite hair brush in her hand. Debby told me to have a seat on the chair. She told me that she invited Sandra over to see how we handle problems in our house. She talked about men needing discipline to get control over themselves and all the benefits that a good spanking achieves. I got the feeling that it wasn’t so much a lecture for me, but a lesson for Sandra. I looked over to Sandra and although she still looked quite shy there was also a look of eagerness in her eyes. I really was being punished. This was no play acting on her part, it was the real thing. The worst part was she was right. I should remember to write down the withdrawals, but for some reason I usually forget. Now my ass was paying for it, and if the warm up was any indication, it was going to be a long, painful evening. I didn’t know how right I was.

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My first source is a travel guide from 1732, published while Doris Ritter was actually in the Spinnhaus from 1730-33. The town of Spandau has a light-hearted entry which contains the sentence: " And finally there is also a Spinnhaus in the town, which is always full of womenfolk who have lived too gallantly", which I take to mean that at least in popular perception the Spinnhaus was a place specifically for immoral women, rather than general criminals. If the story is true, we might hope that the whipping post and it intended purpose disappeared forever, but a 1957 photograph shows it standing here, against the clapboard shingles of the John Almy House, which bore a plaque reading, “Whipping Post 1719—1812.” In 1957, Almy’s house was razed for the parking lot of the new Gray’s Ice Cream, and the whipping post disappeared. Spanking F/M, Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, In Front of Others

Kat continued to spank my bottom with her hairbrush. She also continued to scold me. At this point I was way over the hump. The spanking itself was keeping the home fires burning and my crying had reached the saturation point. I surrendered unconditionally and lay a limp spanked mess over her lovely lap, when once again she stopped. I'm not Jewish, and all I know of this is from a superficial google search, but apparently, according to Talmudic law in Makkot 22a, "forty lashes less one" was the maximum flogging sentence. The rationale was that if the convicted was sentenced to forty lashes exactly, there was the potential for a miscount, with the danger of giving the convict a lash too many, and thus violating God's law. The next morning, I awoke with the room suffused in light. The windows were open and the curtains were blowing. My wife was sitting cross-legged on the bed watching me intently. She looked so lovely wearing her long string of Indian beads. “I thought I’d let you sleep in so you’d be rested and mindful of why I’m going to spank you. You have not been pitching in with the chores, Carl. What’s the problem?”

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Steve, I admit partial responsibility for our fight. It wasn’t fair to hold you accountable if the bank teller messed up. I was pretty harsh in suggesting you were incompetent, and clearly it did make you feel bad. I can be honest about all of that. But that doesn’t justify your behavior. Your disrespect for me yesterday was plenty of reason for me to ground you, and my decision stands. For the next two weekends, you will be at home, with lots of chores. You know the drill: I am going to put you in an apron, with your bottom exposed, and you will clean this entire house, from the basement to the attic and everything in between under strict supervision. That means I won’t hesitate to write the stars and stripes on your rear with the riding crop. Do you understand?” My face was burning hot with the deep blushes of shame, and I struggled desperately to free my head from the vice-like pressure of Miss Birch's arm, as I begged with piteous sobs to be let off for this once. "Oh! dear papa! Oh! pray don't beat me!" Debby and Sandra came up with the idea about a month ago. We were having dinner at a local restaurant after one of out discipline sessions with Sandra and Don. He and I could barely sit after a particularly rigorous session from our ladies. Don and I were put through our paces. As always our wives read our latest transgressions out loud and then decided between them what the punishment should be. I had been caught masturbating to web porn and knew I was going to get it bad. Don hadn’t done anything bad to deserve punishment but seemed to suffer guilt by association and got a good dose of the cane from Sandra. I got the cane, strap and paddled by both women until I was blubbering like a baby. That night both women were discussing the positive impact of discipline in our lives and wondering how to introduce more women to the lifestyle. By the time dinner was over the idea for the Lady’s Empowerment Club was formed.Slowly, I crawled across her lap and was no sooner in position then the paddle landed, hard. And it kept landing hard. This was no ordinary warm up. She meant business and my bottom was on fire after only a few swats. If this was the warm up, I wasn’t looking forward to what was going to happen on the bench. She has a wide variety of paddles, straps, canes and switches from which to choose for the real punishment, and she knows how to use them all. Regarding Margarethe von Wagner and her husband, Major David Jakob von Wagner, we have nine separate index entries, as below: I can't see a Schandpfahl (whipping post) or a fixed public pranger (pillory) in front of the Town Hall. However, there does appear to be a form of public shaming in a type of pillory going on just about where Doris's first whipping would have taken place: A whip is an MP who, as part of a team, is responsible for other MPs attending Parliament and voting along party lines Then the woodshed whuppin evolved again. It still means getting one of the worst spankings of my life, but now she’s expanded beyond just using the belt and razor strap. Sometimes it is just the belt, sometimes it is a paddle or water soaked cane (one of the worse things ever), and sometimes it is a combination of 2 or 3 of her meanest implements. It just depends on what she feels like using that day or night. But no matter what she decides on using, it still remains a punishment, deterrent and attitude adjustment that will be remembered for a while.

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mmm… well, I spank his bottom until I feel better…. absolutely serious….yeah I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow over lunch. I still have a hard time with other people “knowing” what goes on, but I trust my wife, and realize that she is empowered to decide how our house is run. But now how am I going to face Elaine at the next office party? What is very bad news for Doris is that the provisions on rape are very specific that a crime is only commited if the victim is an honourable wife or maiden of good reputation. In addition, there is a specific paragraph on jailers having sex with imprisoned women, which is again only a crime if the prisoner is "otherwise of honourable character". That means that Doris, having been condemned to the dishonouring penalty of whipping by the common hangman, had no protection from the law against rape either by her jailers at the Spinnhaus or anybody else. So, it all started with a bank deposit. That was Tuesday. Steve didn’t like being reprimanded, so he reacted with the “silent treatment,” lasting into Wednesday. Big mistake, Steve. Let’s listen in: into the living room all the wives were facing me sitting behind the banquet table like a panel of judges. This was absolutely the most humbling experience I have ever had. I couldn’t even hold my head up. Aunt Kay explained that at this get together the women were going to be able to vent all their frustrations about their husbands and get the OK, since you are admitting trying to hurt my feelings with the silent treatment, don’t you think there is a better, more appropriate answer to that question?With that she said, “I accept your request and will now fulfill it. You are a very naughty boy at times and it because I love you that I punish you when you misbehave. I will now finish your spanking in the manner in which you requested.” With that she laid at least fifty more swats on my sit down in a volley the made me cry and howl so loud and so long that by the time is was over, I was breathless. She put a period on the session with one last punishing spank across both buns and pushed me to the floor. “Get up and go to the corner.” I said nothing and all but ran to the corner still crying and rubbing my burning bottom.

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That’s two weekends, Buster. Say another word and your pants are coming down right here and now. I ought to wear you out.”This isn’t working. I can’t get any swing without hitting the ceiling. Kneel up on the bed and put hour hands on your head.” At last all was quiet, and having now been left more than half-an-hour to myself in the schoolroom, I ventured to tap at the door and beg Miss Birch to let me into her room, as I would never, never, offend again. The next morning we all had breakfast together and chatted. I couldn’t imagine facing these people after yesterday, but today it seemed so natural. One of the wives came over to Debby and I and said she was really impressed with our display last night and wondered if she could borrow me. I looked at Debby but she just smiled and said of course. Susan took me by the hand and took me to one of the spare bedrooms. I Perhaps you do not know that almost from my infancy it was arranged that I should marry the Earl of Ellington, who was about twelve years my senior, being a family compact of a purely mercenary character, designed to consolidate some very doubtful title deeds, which now that our union has proved unfruitful, are likely to entail great expense and annoyance to our heirs-at-law.