If you want to know what’s really going on inside her, find out how she was brought up. If she grew up in a strict home, then she is used to authority and knows what subordination means. If her father was an authoritarian type who was not to be trifled with, then she has certainly felt his firm hand. If she comes from a religious family, then she also knows what a good spanking is.

I came across a typical example when I wanted to take out an insurance policy. Let’s call her Elke, a youthful-looking woman with a slim, athletic figure and a tight bottom that was effectively set off by a pair of black business trousers. She was probably not yet thirty years old, but she played her role as boss quite convincingly. Her announcements were concise and clear. None of the five employees seemed to doubt her authority. As the daughter of the recently deceased boss, this was probably only to be expected.

Now I’m not the type to be impressed by confident women. All too often I have seen the dominant façade collapse as soon as she realizes that the man is anything but impressed. Elke also quickly realized that she was dealing with a seasoned entrepreneur who she couldn’t fool. And her female instinct probably told her immediately that we were at best on an equal footing in a physical sense.

So when we said goodbye after an hour-long meeting, she no longer had the emphatically superior undertone she had initially had towards me. Her whole manner had somehow become softer, more feminine, more reserved and she agreed with almost touching embarrassment when I suggested that we conclude our little contract over a nice dinner. This was the first time that my father’s daughter was visible in the otherwise mature-looking woman. I had known the deceased owner of the insurance agency personally and instinctively imagined how the good little girl had stood in front of this family patriarch to be reprimanded by him.

I almost patted her bottom in a fatherly way as she accompanied me to the door. But of course I kept my urgent need in check and contented myself with taking a clear step behind her so that I could memorize his exciting movements for at least a few moments. After that, I felt that our final handshake was almost an intimate act. But she didn’t seem averse to the touch either, which I inferred from the fact that her eyes remained fixed on mine for a significant moment too long.

My impression had not been mistaken. As I later realized, behind her resolute demeanor was solely the will to do her father’s will, to continue his work and successfully run his small business. She was the product of a strict upbringing and proved to be a dutiful daughter who obeyed her father even beyond death.

The man was of powerful stature and had large hands. At one point she confirmed to me that she had felt them more than once. As a girl, she was only allowed to wear dresses and skirts and he had never hesitated to lift them up for her before teaching her manners, as he called it. Afterwards, of course, the panties were pulled down with a jerk, because punishment was necessary, he was convinced, and for a proper spanking a daughter had to be exposed so that she could really feel her punishment. A practice that he never gave up until his unexpected death, even though Elke was already a full-grown woman.

A young girl learns one thing above all else from a father like that: obedience. And she will play the role of the submissive female for the rest of her life as soon as she has to deal with a man for whom she has respect and who knows exactly that a submissive woman like her is like putty in his hands. Women like that don’t run to the women’s shelter after being beaten up. Nor are they the ones who turn up at the clinic with a puffy face and blue eyes. They don’t go for a brute who beats them with his fist in senseless brutality. No, they are mainly attracted to men who have retained a role behavior that is now considered outdated and completely unacceptable. Men who know how to lead a woman with a firm hand and who don’t let anything stop them from making her bottom glow when she deserves it.

We had probably both sensed immediately that we were made for each other. For a successful and extremely attractive businesswoman like her, there were certainly enough men vying for her attention. But she wasn’t looking for a guy in love who adored her. What she needed was a seasoned man who radiated authority. Someone she could look up to and submit to.

I, on the other hand, really appreciated a woman who had something on her mind and with whom you could have a sensible conversation. But she also had to arouse my secret desires and stimulate my senses. Above all, she had to be all woman and know her place in life. Someone I could give certain freedoms to without her becoming overconfident and who I could keep on a short leash if I felt it was necessary.

Our dinner together began with rather formal conversation, which became increasingly personal over the course of the evening and was almost friendly by the end. I was soon convinced that I had found the woman in Elke who exactly met my needs. It amused me how she initially made every effort to play the role of the business partner who had only met me for a business dinner. But the longer the evening went on, the less she was able to maintain this façade. Her aloofness melted away inexorably and the woman she actually was became increasingly apparent. Although she was now in her third decade, she was still the young girl who struggled without her father’s guidance.

That made our considerable age difference seem like an advantage. A young woman who wanted guidance and an experienced man who was able to give it to her. So I decided to take on exactly this role and demonstrate to her on the spot who was in charge between us. I decided, quite simply, that we would meet again the very next weekend. And I invited her to a dinner at my house, which I would cook especially for us.

She did not object.

When we finally parted, I took a right that, according to popular belief, a man is not really entitled to after the first date. I pressed her tightly against me and literally forced her to open her lips for an intimate kiss. She did show a hint of resistance and her body stiffened for a tiny moment. But her will was too weak to resist me. On the contrary, she literally melted away and didn’t seem to mind that my hands closed firmly around her buttocks to subject this particularly important part of her body to a thorough examination.

I knew that she was mine from that moment on.

A woman like her does not choose her husband herself. She is chosen by him. Once he has her under his spell, she is like putty in his hands and he can mold her into exactly the woman he wants her to be. In the end, his thinking will determine her thinking and her life will be completely subordinate to his will.

So I led her step by step to where I wanted her to go: The second dinner in my house ended with the first night in my bed. I made love to her all too willing body and we made love not only half the night, but again the next morning. As a farewell sometime on Sunday afternoon, I took her with vigorous thrusts on the large dining table and smiled at the thought that she would have my juice inside her for the entire drive home.

From then on, I was the one in control of her life. She moved in with me and I took control of her time. Initially as her advisor, friend and lover and after just one year as her husband with all rights and duties. She continued to run her father’s insurance agency and remained the resolute boss with whom no slip-ups were allowed. But after closing time, she was mine alone. And I expected her to be not only a devoted lover, but also a good cook and a capable housekeeper.

It was in the nature of things that she would show weakness sooner or later in order to do justice to all these tasks. Just like the realization that there are not only strict fathers, but also husbands who don’t let their wives get away with anything.

I punished her for the first carelessness with the flat of my hand while she lay wriggling over the back of an upholstered chair, her naturally previously exposed bottom turning increasingly red. In the next incident, I dragged her into the bedroom. I ordered her to get naked and took my leather belt to apply thick welts to her small, round buttocks.

When she finally committed a particularly serious offense, I resorted to extreme measures. I secured her hands to the head of the bed with specially purchased leather straps and grabbed my strap whip, which had been waiting to be used in a bedside drawer. Elke had probably already discovered it while tidying up. Now she was going to get to feel it.

Of course she screamed as the leather straps bit into her flesh. But he who has sinned must atone for it and a multitude of red flaring welts, which soon spread across her bottom and thighs, made my Elke bitterly regret her behavior. I left it at a dozen strokes, which drew well over fifty thin lines on her pale skin. Then I released her again and left her to her own devices so that she could think about her behavior.

Later that evening she made up with me again. She brought my cock to a standstill with the utmost dedication and I forgave her with a particularly passionate fuck that drove her to what was probably the most intense orgasm of her life so far.