Ever since I was a kid, my dad kept a paddle painted green with holes drilled in it to give it a little more ‘sting’. When I asked him what it was for he said, “Discipline!” Many were the nights I could hear him paddling mom when he thought I was asleep. On my wedding day he explained why. “A man has to take charge, son. If you don’t keep your woman in line, she’ll walk all over you!”
I took his advice to heart and have followed it ever since. Like yesterday, when my wife put a scratch in the car. One look at my face and she knew what was coming. I used to use a belt but I find the bare hand more civilized. I made her bend over and grab the chair. Then I laid into her ass with my hand. When the right hand got tired I shifted to the left. She complained that I was hitting too hard, can you believe it? I still got 22 payments left on that damn car and she thought I was being too rough!
I pulled her across my lap for more intense instruction. Down went the panties and I went back to work o n her bare butt! She promised she wouldn’t do it again but I kept at it just to be sure she got the point. By the time I was finished, she had bright red welts on both cheeks and a new attitude! My daddy didn’t raise no wimps!
Father’s Son
(Who spanks his wife regularly)
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