While the emancipists of this world are constantly demanding new privileges for the female part of the world, there are countless women who consciously seek the security of a marriage in which, as has been the case for thousands of years, the man is in charge and the woman is primarily there to serve him, be available to him and make his life pleasant. The term for this is Domestic Discipline (DD) and the religiously motivated variant of this is Christian Domestic Discipline (CDD). Whereby it is of course the women who are disciplined and feel the blows of their husbands.

If you google these two terms, you will quickly find what you are looking for and get to know a world that seems quite strange today. However, it should not be forgotten that it is precisely this way of thinking that has shaped life between men and women for thousands of years. It has always been the case that women were more or less the direct property of their husbands. In the past, he simply stole a woman and she belonged to him. Later, daughters became commodities and fathers sold them for a reasonable bride price. At some point, the church took over the issue and determined that only a married woman was a respectable woman and that a man had extensive rights over her. This has not changed significantly over the millennia and in many parts of the world a woman is still her husband’s property, which he can dispose of as he wishes.

There is a space on Quora called Domestic Discipline Values and Experiences. There, the followers of this lifestyle are among themselves and the outsider gains an insight into their way of thinking. The fact that a wife who has misbehaved should be properly punished is undisputed in these circles and there is extensive discussion about whether a thick leather strap is the best way to punish her, or whether a cane, a whip or the good old birch rod is the better tool. Recently, there was also a discussion about whether a wife should also be punished with withdrawal of love. „In my CDD community, withholding intimacy is almost a given after misbehavior,“ wrote one panelist. Others said that not only does female misbehavior warrant a hefty punishment, but the man should also not touch his wife for at least a week to show his disapproval. „I wait until she comes crawling up on her own and begs for sex and tenderness,“ was one comment. Another said that a man should not miss the opportunity to show her his male dominance. „When I’ve made her ass glow, I’ll take her from behind and you can believe I’ll take her with a vengeance. Nothing makes a woman more submissive than her husband’s hard penis.“

The report of a young wife who provided interesting insights into her marriage is also interesting in this context:

‚The offense was leaving the house without informing my husband first. Women are allowed to leave the house unaccompanied, but they must at least tell their husbands or a male relative that they are doing so. That day, I wanted to leave the house while the children were doing various things. It was rare for everyone to leave the house at the same time. I wanted a smoothie and to sit alone at the mall, even do a little shopping. The hours passed and it was soon time for me to pick up my kids from their various places.

When I got to the first place, I had a bit of a heart attack when my eldest son wasn’t there. I was told that he had been picked up by his father. That meant that … oh no, I thought, his father had come home earlier than expected. So without calling first, I drove home as quickly as possible

Inside, I entered a cheerful scene of my children eating a take-away meal with their father. Apparently I had forgotten to take the chicken out of the fridge, so my husband had no choice but to order something. I should have been able to tell from his face and body language that he was upset, but my husband was a very calm and professional person and wouldn’t even crack under pressure at work. Without upsetting the children, he came up to me and greeted me warmly, energetically pinching my arm. In our community, that meant I would be chastised later. I’m sure the kids didn’t notice. The evening went on like any other and my husband showed no anger and didn’t tell the kids either. I wasn’t sure if this was good or bad. After all, it’s customary in our house for a woman who has misbehaved and caused trouble for the whole family to be punished in front of the children.

As I was about to go to bed, my husband offered to put the kids to bed and told me to go and stand in the corner of the bedroom. Oh no, I thought. I must be in trouble now. Normally he would have not only told me to stand in the corner, but told me to take my clothes off. . But he hadn’t said that this time, so I thought I’d got away with minimal punishment. However, I would soon find out that I was very wrong.

When my husband came into the bedroom, he calmly sat on the edge of the bed and called me to him. Still no thought of spanking. I was secretly relieved, but decided to keep it to myself as I didn’t want to remind him in case he forgot. He started scolding me, the theme of the scolding essentially being that I had failed to uphold the decorum requirements of marriage and thus would miss out on all the good things in marriage too. For those of you who do not live in a CDD community, it is considered part of submissiveness for a wife to inform her husband of her whereabouts. The scolding came to an end and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I had gotten away with a stern warning.

Then, to my horror, my husband sent me for a small wooden paddle. I still hadn’t undressed, which would normally happen before standing in the corner. He took off my dress and left me in just my panties. Once again, I thought I had escaped. The feeling continued as I gave him the paddle and he put me over his knees. „Wow, a spanking over the panties,“ I thought. But I was wrong again as he pulled my panties tight between my butt crack. My poor butt hole was now feeling a scratchy piece of fabric, but more importantly, my clitoris was being stimulated too.

The spanking began with my bare hand. The strokes were fiery and constant, but what was also fiery was the burning sensation in my poor little clit, which was rubbed with every stroke and every movement on my part. I was no doubt constantly aroused. At the same time, the panties scraped against my bottom hole. As the strokes continued, heating up my bare bottom, I began to squirm more and more. The more I squirmed, however, the more my clitoris was stimulated. Besides, the intimacy of a bare hand spanking had always aroused me. I was soon fighting a real battle between aversion to the spanking and my extreme arousal.

I even deliberately turned myself so that my clitoris was being rubbed, trying to make the arousal feel stronger than the strokes. But to my frustration, my husband always stopped banging me just as I was about to orgasm. He would then wait until I had calmed down and then continue with the spanking. My husband knew my body very well and knew exactly when I was on the verge of an orgasm.