Matt could not imagine the humiliation and embarrassment he would suffer if his privately administered spankings were to include a witness. Reality overtook the unimaginable when his strict disciplinarian wife had shoulder surgery.
I had just finished reading the story One Strict Wife: Do Not Embarrass Our Daughter and could not imagine the unbearable embarrassment that Terry must have suffered after being spanked by his wife in the presence of others. While my wife Barbara has been spanking me for a few years, I was never spanked when growing up. On average I get two to three regular spankings a month and five to six severe sessions a year all administered in complete privacy. Then, things changed.
A couple of months ago my wife injured her right shoulder leaving her dominant arm with reduced ability as she recovered from surgery. After about a month of being unable to administer domestic discipline to her strict standard, she announced that she would engage a friend to help her. We argued, I resisted – I couldn’t imagine having someone else spanking my bare bottom – finally, I had to accept.
A few days later I came home from work to find Barbara and her friend Dee in the living room waiting for me. Barbara told me to go change into my shorts and return so we could talk. She began by informing me that I was to give Dee the same respect that I gave to her. She then stated that she had given Dee full disciplinary authority over me and that I would obey Dee’s orders as if they were her own without question or hesitation. Dee’s body language spoke a frightening mix of calm but resolute determination and constrained delight. With the disciplinary authority now firmly established, my wife said, “Dee, he is all yours.”
Looking me straight in the eye Dee commanded, “Get over here.” Sitting in the center of the couch, she immediately pulled down my shorts and took off my t-shirt leaving me completely naked and utterly embarrassed. “Bottoms up,” she ordered as I laid over her lap. Earlier Barbara had advised Dee that I was long overdue a severe spanking and instructed her on how hard I was to be punished. Dee positioned me where she wanted and then detailed the spanking to expect. I have never been so embarrassed as I was having another woman rub my bare bottom while telling me what I was about to get.
After a few minutes of intense hand slaps, Dee began to paddle me vigorously showing no shyness nor hesitation about making it hurt. I was squirming, gasping and being scolded by both of them. In tears when she was finished, I was made to stand up as they both inspected and commented on my well-punished bottom. I was then sent to the corner where I listened in horror as my wife reinforced how to administer a proper session with the strap. After 20 to 30 minutes of anxiety-ridden corner time, I was positioned over the ottoman with hands and head on the floor and my sorely spanked bottom prominently raised over a pillow. The lengthy strapping that followed was agonizingly thorough leaving me openly sobbing and deeply humiliated.
Over the next few weeks, I was punished over the knee and every other humiliating position they could imagine. I was hand spanked, paddled, strapped and, worst of all, switched as they watched me squirm, plead and cry. After my wife’s arm healed, she made up for lost time with a month of constant punishment and a couple of totally nude weekends which Dee attended with obvious enjoyment.
I never got over the crushing embarrassment of having my bare bottom being the focus of both women’s disciplinary attention. Now I know the humiliation – and more – that Terry must have suffered spanked in the presence of others as described in One Strict Wife: Do Not Embarrass Our Daughter.