To me, wives that spank their husbands out of love and their desire to help their husbands be the best men that they can be, are absolutely amazing women.
You make a commitment each other when you get married. That commitment is to support each other and to be there for one another through anything that comes. With that in mind, maybe it seems contrary to the vows for a a wife to spank her husband, but I disagree.
For our marriage, when I am in a bad mood or maybe in the middle of something, and my wife asks me to do something for her sometimes I get frustrated. I have a tendency to let out a big sigh showing her how irritated I am that she is bothering me. Then I sometimes will respond sharply, in a less than pleasant tone of voice. Often times then when I get up to go do whatever she has asked I will close the door a bit harder than I normally would, not slamming it really, but still showing that I am irritated. To me, that is not supporting my wife. In those, and other similar instances, I love that my wife stops me and takes me up to the bedroom to spank the hell out of me.
I find a spanking in those moments is a way for her to show me how badly I just hurt her feelings by reacting as I did. She is able to safely administer an appropriate amount of physical pain on my bottom so that I can experience, and share the pain I caused her emotionally. Not only that, but my wife is able to let her frustrations out as she paddles my butt. The spanking ends and my wife and I are both in better places mentally and emotionally. There is no lingering resentment or brewing tension. She has seen by my willingness to submit to my spanking that I know I was out of line. She can see by my tears and apologies that I am truly sorry.
If you ask me, my wife spanking me is far better than her being mad at me for being a jerk to her. Neither of us talking to each other for an hour or even longer. That horrible tension you feel when you are both mad at each other.
Now you might ask why it doesn’t go the other way, and why my wife doesn’t submit to being spanked when she upsets me. Well a simple answer to that is that I can not actually remember a time where I was upset at her for something she did wrong or unfairly. In our relationship, it honestly is pretty one sided. I love my wife very very much, but I am the one who gets frustrated by simply being asked to do something, by being reminded that I haven’t done something I was supposed to do or told her I would do.
Here is an example of this that sticks in my mind:
We live near the beach and we have a 3 year old lab. She takes the dog to the beach first thing in the morning a few days a week while I am still in bed with my coffee. Our dog, being a lab, loves swimming in the ocean and rolling in the sand when he is soaking wet. So when they get back, he needs to have the salt water and sand all rinsed off of him.
My wife and I would usually take turns rinsing the dog. One morning I was laying in bed with my coffee, as usual, they get back from the morning walk and she pops upstairs and “you need to rinse him for me” and ran back downstairs. Now reading that, it kind of sounds demanding, but in truth, her tone was not demanding at all. She had a phone call she needed to make at a specific time and was not able to do it.
As she was heading downstairs to get on the phone call, I let out a big sigh and mumbled under my breath something like “I fucking rinsed him yesterday”. I say mumbled, but of course I said it loud enough she could hear so that she knew how totally unfair she was being. She replied by saying “that’s fine, I will just take care of it after my call” Even her tone wasn’t too unpleasant, just matter of fact.
I got up, put my shorts and a shirt on and headed downstairs, walked by her and then outside, closing the screen door firmly so that it made a noticeable “clack” when it shut. Then I rinsed the dog and went back upstairs, walking by my wife on the counch on her phone call and of course let out one more huff of a sigh as I walked by her. I got back in bed and finished my coffee.
About 15 minutes later she turns the corner, phone call over, very unhappy look on her face. She reminded me that I knew about the phone call and that rinsing the dog 2 days in a row is hardly a big ask to make and then kindly asked me to push the covers back and roll over onto my stomach while she selected a paddle from the box next to my side of the bed.
About 20 minutes later, the paddling over and my tears dried, the air was clear. She had made her point and I was acutely aware of how unfairly, and how childishly I had acted.
My wife kissed and hugged me and then went downstairs and got back to work while I composed myself. Once I was able to collect my thoughts and settle down, I got dressed and went downstairs. As I walked by my wife, she pleasantly asked me what I wanted for dinner or did I want to go out to eat.
Now I ask you, in a “typical” marriage dynamic (non Domestic Discipline), would the conversation go back to normal within 20 minutes? I don’t think so. I think there would have been a big argument followed by a couple, or few, hours of being pissed off at each other.
I will take the paddle please!
