wife spanking

I've been married 10 years to a great guy. We have 2 wonderful c***dren and a good life. What makes us different is that we practice domestic discipline with my darling husband as HOH (head of household). We believe that it is the male's role to be the head of the house and to guide and discipline his wife when she needs it. We have been practicing this for about 2 years now and are still learning. In the early years of our marriage, I was a total bitch. I screamed and cursed- around the c***dren no less! And got my way on nearly every issue. I overspent, smoked, drank, didn't clean or cook. I lived life as if I deserved to be waited on hand and foot. Well my husband tolerated it for about as long as he could. In talking with a friend of his at work about my antics, his buddy said in passing and jokingly 'whip her butt!' But apparently that comment stuck with Kevin because here we are today. Unbeknownst to me he began searching the web for references to wife spanking- finally getting past all the porn he stumbled on the DD principles. My husband is a traditional guy and his innate nature is to be in command. He just didn't want to 'upset' me or be a jerk. But when he happened on all the wonderful DD communities out there that all changed. I saw him reading the bible more which was something new. He is a god-fearing man but not an avid bible reader. I didn't realize it but he was referencing passages in the bible that related to HOH and DD. All this put together brought him to one conclusion: His wife needed discipine and punishment. Much like our c***dren received. I was like a c***d. Incorrigible and spoiled. All this was brewing in his head and I didn't know it. That is until one night I came home late- three hours late to be exact. I thought nothing of staying out for a drink with the girls and leaving the f****y to fend for themselves. That night when I walked in the door, the k**s were fed and put to bed, the house was tidy and my husband was waiting for me on the sofa. He asked me where I had been and when I told him, he promptly took me across his knees. I laughed at first- I thought he was k**ding. But then down came my jeans and undies. My full bottom was bouncing under his hand in no time. I squealed and yelled at him but he did not stop. I broke down shortly and began crying, calling him abusive and a jerk. He did not stop. My cheeks were bright red at this point and I was bawling. I knew my k**s heard- how could they not? But their father must have told them something to keep them from coming out. He did not stop smacking my bottom until I was wrung out and crying helplessly over his knees. No more fight left. I was then put on my knees in front of him, pants still down. There he told me the 'new' rules of our home. I signed a contract that night stating I would honor him as HOH and obey him or I would be punished. The term of the punishments were not spelled out. But that I should trust him to act appropriately was. Some might take umbrage in this story. But I don't. My tears that night were from a sore butt yes but also they were tears of relief. Utter relief. I had wanted someone to take control of me for so long that it hurt. I needed this like a fish needs water. That is where we stand today. My husband leads our home with integrity and I follow his role model. I still screw up- ok alot- but he has many ways of getting me back on track. I have certain tasks that are to be done each day. Making dinner is one of them. I don't work outside the home, instead I choose to stay home and care for our c***dren. I am to keep the house clean, the clothes laundered and do the grocery shopping. This is my job. When I decide that it's more important to surf the internet or watch TV than it is to do the laundry, there are consequences. I have been spanked on more than one occasion for this! Swearing has always been a problem of mine. My c***dren even scold me for it! One tactic my husband has for curing me of it is the quintessential mouthsoaping. But he adds to the embarrassment by making me strip to my white cotton underpants. I have to stand at the sink in my underwear, squirming and crying as he lathers up the Ivory soap. In my mouth it goes. And while I'm holding it in my mouth he bends me over the sink and swats my pantied bottom with the bath brush. I'm not allowed to spit out the soap no matter how much I cry. c***dish but effective!