He was a man as a man should be. A good civil servant who had made it all the way to head of the district. And an exemplary family man who knew how to keep his wife and children disciplined and in order. At home, his word was law and nobody dared to contradict it. His dreaded leather strap was quickly to hand and ensured obedient daughters. His cane earned him the respect of his wife, who would never doubt his rights as head of the household.
Of course he beat his children when it was necessary. Every responsible father did that. Everyone swore by a particular instrument of punishment and every family had its own rituals for administering punishment. However, differences were made, as sons had to be treated differently to daughters and maids differently to wives.
When his daughters were still young, his wife was primarily responsible for bringing up the three girls. But the more they approached the age of baking fish, the clearer it became that a mother simply had too much understanding to bring up adolescent young women with the necessary strictness. He therefore realized that his Martha was increasingly overburdened with this task and found himself increasingly forced to take the necessary firm action himself when one of the girls once again demanded a reprimand.
„A girl is never too old for a spanking,“ was his motto in response to his wife’s objection, who didn’t seem quite sure whether it was still proper to expose a girl whose body had already clearly taken on female forms for the dreaded leather strap. „Anyone who behaves like a disobedient child must be treated as such,“ was his logic. „And anyone who doesn’t know how to behave at the age of eighteen will feel my strap in the most effective way.“ These were, of course, plausible arguments that a submissive wife knew nothing to counter.
After all, she herself was subject to his discipline, even if these incidents had been rather rare in recent years. In the past, he had often summoned her to the marital bedroom to „teach her a lesson“, as he called it. The older she got, however, the less he seemed to see reason to do so. Martha wasn’t sure whether she should interpret this as a sign of waning interest or whether a kind of wordless agreement had simply developed between them over the years, making frequent rebukes superfluous.
He had always seen the need to punish his wife from time to time as something very personal and had therefore been extremely discreet about it all these years. After all, chastisement is associated with clear noises that inevitably echo throughout the house, and he certainly didn’t want his daughters to hear that. After all, it would undermine the girls‘ respect for their mother if they realized that she was also subject to domestic discipline.
So the marital rebukes always took place on Saturday afternoons, when the daughters were out of the house and therefore unable to witness the domestic customs. Martha knew all too well what happened next. First her husband took her by the hand and led her into the marital bedroom with a meaningful expression. There she was reminded once again of the reason for the necessary punishment. Then he took a seat on a specially prepared chair and waited patiently until she had taken off all the obstructive items of clothing and presented herself to him with a completely naked body.
It was a very intimate, even arousing process when she bent over her husband’s lap to assume the usual position for a punishment. The master of the house always punished his daughters with the leather strap and was only satisfied when he felt that they had learned their lesson and that the welts they received would remind them of their misbehavior for days to come. For his wife, on the other hand, he usually considered the effect of the flat of his hand to be sufficient. Or, rather, he enjoyed the sight of her evenly glowing buttocks after he had worked the elastic flesh with an indeterminate number of loud slapping strokes.
Only rarely had he felt compelled to do more than just give her a traditional spanking, but to take up the cane. This was especially necessary in the early years of their marriage, when she still found it difficult to manage her household money wisely and made many an unnecessary purchase without asking his permission first. Of course, a man who wanted to be respected couldn’t let his wife get away with that. So he had angrily tied her to the iron bedstead with both hands and then undressed her himself and covered her wildly dancing buttocks with thick welts. But, as he had said, she had rarely provoked such drastic measures, even if he had to admit that a somewhat more unruly woman would have found his favor.
The far more frequent punishment ritual with the flat of his hand did not only take place on Saturday afternoons because he was alone with Martha in the house undisturbed. It also allowed him to reconcile her immediately afterwards by exercising his conjugal rights and uniting with her, just as God had intended. He was somewhat surprised that she was particularly willing and receptive to him after a chastisement. But who understood women?
It was generally considered somehow indecent for married couples to meet in the bedroom completely undressed. It was also considered downright shocking if this happened in the afternoon and thus in the best daylight. After all, sex was a word that was not used in those days and a decent couple would only have sex on a Saturday evening and even then, of course, only after it had got dark.
But he saw it as his special privilege as a husband to see his lawfully wedded wife in the full splendor and beauty in which God had created her. After all, the woman was there for the man’s sake and he alone could decide when he wanted to satisfy his natural need for her. As far as he knew, sexual intercourse in the afternoon was not forbidden. Not even the priest had ever said anything about a God-ordained and therefore only right time for it. He therefore did it with good knowledge and it was a special pleasure for him every time he got to see his beloved wife at least once a week, as only a husband is allowed to see his wife. A previous rebuke gave him special satisfaction and led to him taking her with particular intensity and perseverance afterwards.
A total of three daughters were born in this way before nature apparently put a stop to it and his wife was not granted any more children. He would have liked to have had a son and a progenitor to carry on his name. But you can’t mess with God and, from an educational point of view, daughters were the more rewarding creatures anyway.
When they were still children, he had rarely bothered to lay one of them over his knee to teach her a painful lesson with a loud screech. It was enough for him if his wife told him about it in the evening and he fully trusted that the three of them had received a sufficiently strict upbringing. But, as I said, daughters don’t remain forever the little girls in cute little dresses who are sometimes defiant and then simply need a few pats on the bottom. At some point, they become rebellious and try to break through the boundaries that have been set for them. At the latest, when they gradually begin to change from a girl to a woman, the point has come when they think they are too old to feel the cooking spoon or the supple leather strap. Too old, above all, to have to expose themselves for it.
He knew that this was exactly the point at which he would have to take on responsibility himself and take over the upbringing of his daughters. up his daughters. After all, that was how all fathers did it and he was also aware of the duty that the Lord had entrusted to him.
So one evening he decided to take on his eldest, who was clearly of the opinion that there were more important things in life for a young woman than sitting on her butt and studying and bringing home good grades. It was after dinner and he wanted to set an example that would leave a lasting impression not only on her, but also on her sisters.
He instructed Martha to clear the table and asked the two younger girls to help her. Until this was done, he patiently waited at one side of the table, while Helena had not left her seat and sat opposite him. Father and daughter looked at each other silently. He was determined to change his tune that evening and make the adolescent feel that laziness in his house had serious and, above all, joking consequences. His gaze rested on the visibly worried girl, who was breathing heavily while her breasts, which had already grown to a respectable size, were clearly visible under her white blouse. She couldn’t help but stare in fear at the wide leather belt, marked by years of wear, which she would no doubt soon feel.
She didn’t expect an almost grown-up woman like her to have to expose herself like a little girl. She was all the more shocked when her father finally asked her to stand up and take off her skirt. Not only that, but he also ordered her to remove her pristine white underwear, which she initially refused to accept. In the hope of receiving support from her mother, she looked pleadingly in her direction, but only met with a prompting nod and knew from that moment on that any resistance was futile and she would have to bow to her father’s will.
The two younger girls held their breath as they watched their sister timidly but obediently proceed to expose herself up to her navel, blushing. She was asked to bend over and lie with her upper body flat on the tabletop, which had been completely cleared of any dishes. She did this obediently, because as a well-behaved daughter she knew that it was a father’s right to chastise his children if he saw reason to do so. The master of the house demonstratively undid the buckle of his belt, pulled the wide leather from the loops of his trousers with a meaningful gesture and walked around the table with weighty steps to take up a position behind his eldest. A brief gesture sufficed and the delinquent’s mother took his place, reached for her daughter’s wrists and gripped them tightly to prevent the girl from changing the posture that was customary in this house for a punishment.
A sermon followed, delivered in an authoritative voice, and the master of the house swung wide to fulfill his duty. The leather hissed ominously through the air and finally landed with a resounding smack on the exposed flesh. A spontaneous cry escaped the lips of the victim, whose body reared up instinctively but was prevented from leaving its position by an energetically gripping mother.
Such a leather strap is simply excellent for punishing a woman, were his thoughts as he watched with satisfaction the flare of a wide strap that stretched across both buttocks and testified that the supple leather had followed the existing contours exactly.
Without words, he repeated the process and found increasing pleasure in the involuntary dance that the young sinner was performing. She had really developed from a girl into a woman, he realized with interest, and his gaze swept over the pronounced curves, not without feelings of pleasure, which were still under his dominion, but in a few years would be the property of some young man who would certainly have a lot of pleasure with his daughter’s charms.
He shortened the leather a little and then took each buttock individually, striking them in quick succession with sharp blows until both globes glowed a deep shade of red, an unambiguous sign that a conscientious father had done a good job.
He finished his punishment and left behind a sobbing young woman who had probably been sufficiently humiliated and punished. As long as she lived in his house, he would certainly have many more opportunities to take care of her and not only shape her character, but also follow her further physical maturation. He glanced at the two younger girls who had been watching the events with a concerned expression, and he knew that he would have a lot of work to do with them too. But it was satisfying work that filled a man with pride and satisfaction.