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I have been married to Kerinda my wife for just 7 years now before I met her I am ashamed to admit that I led a life where I considered no one except myself and did as I pleased when I pleased regardless of the outcome. I think that Kerinda put up with me whilst we were courting but as soon as we got back from our honeymoon in Barbados she took me in hand. On the first night that we got back, as I was undressing for bed, she gave me a long and very stern lecture on my behaviour, she told me that it was just not good enough and that I would need to pull my socks up or accept the consequences. She said that I should have rules as I had when I was a boy and that my first rule was that I was not to go out without her or at least not without her permission. I knew that she had a point and made my apologies to her promising that I would mend my ways and behave better. The next evening I was very late home, after she had retired, and the next I was late again not returning home until the small hours and leaving for the office in the morning before she had risen. On the Saturday I finished having my shower and came naked back into the bedroom, on the bed was a pair of white knee socks, a plain white vest and a pair of white cotton knickers. Kerinda stood to one side of them. "I have been chatting with your mother" she said. "She has told me how she used to stop you being naughty when you were little" "I'm not little anymore though' I said "Then why do you behave like a child?" she asked. "You sulk if you don't get your own way, you have tantrums like a 2 year old, you don't clear up behind yourself, you don't help me in the house, you are rude to people especially my friends, you stay out, you don't let me know where you are, do you think that's adult behaviour ?" I tried to argue my case of course but Kerinda was having none of it. "Your mother tells me that she used to smack your bottom when you were naughty" she said "is that correct?" I agreed that it was. "And that she used to dress you in your sister clothes afterwards to ensure that you continued to learn a lesson" Somewhat embarrassed I again agreed. Wondering where she was going with this I explained that my mother had reached the end of her tether with me when I was 9 or 10 years old and from that time has started to use Corporal Punishment which usually meant that my bare botty was whacked sometimes quite hard with her wooden hairbrush. After one such spanking I had run out of the house and not returned until after tea time, spending the day in the park with my friends and my sore bottom. When I had finally returned home I was confronted my both my mother and my sister who is two years older than me, I was given another smacking for "running away' and then made to undress and put on some of my sisters old clothes, my mother never throws anything away, so that I would be too embarrassed to leave the house and let my friends see me dressed as a girl. At the time I did this but only after quite a fight and much smacking of my legs to get me to dress myself in my sisters dress and underclothes in which I was kept for the whole of the next day. After this whenever I was naughty I was sent to change into my girly things before I was taken over my mothers' knee for my smacking. Eventually the girly things became my sisters old school uniform, my mothers knee became the armchair in the drawing room and the wooden hairbrush was replace by a punishment cane and my behaviour improved so much that my mothers friends used to complement her on it. Kerinda has listened quietly to me but from her bored expression I could tell that my mother had already told her all about her techniques and my positive response to them. She explained to me that being married to her was a privilege, that sex was also a privilege and that there was no absolute right to either of those things but rather it had to be earned and that due to my poor behaviour up until then that right would be earned with submission to her and total obedience to her rules and requirements. I started to argue again but to be honest she was sitting in the bed fully clothes and I was stood before her naked and somewhat humiliated as I kept seeing the socks and underclothes to her left. "You needed it didn't you Robert" she said "you needed your mummy to keep you under control, to use regression and petticoat discipline and to use Corporal Punishment when it was necessary, didn't you?" Finally I admitted that, yes, in the end, I had needed my mothers discipline and indeed had come to look forward to it in a strange way. "Put the clothes on and stand in the corner with your hands on your head" she ordered, looking me straight in the eyes as she did so,. I obeyed and thus started our new relationship with which we have both been very happy for the past 7 years. I pulled the white cotton vest over my head and the white cotton knickers up my legs. I have to say that pulling the socks on after so many years did cause me some enjoyment but then I went to the corner of the room and waited like a good boy. "What happens next do you think Robert?".. 
Thank you Robert for your letter. Your mother knew what was best for you and now your lovely wife will take over, I suggest you obey her. Auntie Helga |