I do so wholeheartedly agree with your reader who wrote about the treatment of her 'baby' husband. Mine too got more than he bargained for, and knows now that he will never get back to the life he once had.
I owe most of his docility to his mother as she took me to one side shortly after we married, and told me of the way she dealt with him whenever he stepped out of line. It seems that Robert had always responded to her methods, and hoped that I would keep him up to standard, so to speak.
It transpired that right up to a fortnight before our wedding he was made to dress in little girly clothesand made to submit to a thorough leg and bottom smacking for his rudeness!
I admit to being a little taken aback at the straightforward manner that I was told this but, I reflected, I am a little on the 'firm' side anyway, and it dawned on me that that is probably the main reason why Robert attracted me so much. His mother was delighted she said when I was first introduced to her, as she said that she saw in me the right sort of girl for her boy.
I said nothing to Robert of my chat with his mother, and went over often to find out as much as I could of her unusual methods.
I assured her that her own position was in no way threatened now that he was married, and that she was still free to chastise him at any time she felt he deserved it. I even hinted that perhaps his training had not been taken far enough, and outlined my own ideas about how I planned to deal with him.
That evening I sat him down for a "heart-to-heart" and told him of my discussion with his mother -- and of some of my plans to continue her style of discipline. He whimpered a bit, and began to protest, but I was ready. Ruler in hand, I quickly pulled down his trousers and delivered a sound slap to both of his thighs as they came into view, as a warning not to resist me. And then it was off with his trousers completely, and on with his public school uniform that his mother had been kind of enough to give to me -- knickers and tunic and blouse and all.
His face now crimson with shame, he sat before me as I lectured to him that as far as I was concerned, nothing had changed, except that now he must show me how good he must be, if he ever wanted to be treated nicely again. He was beaten and he knew it, within ten minutes he stood before me downstairs wringing his hands, and pleading with me not to be too harsh with him.
I sat smoking and explaining how his mummy had known the best ways of treating him, and I made the poor wretch stand there and stumble through a half hour of sheer torture as far as he was concerned, telling his new wife of all the ways that he had been humiliated over the years. I think he was almost glad when I told him it was smack time, I really think he preferred almost anything to those searching questions, standing in his nice clean uniform.
I crossed to the cupboard and showed him the tawse , HIS tawse that his kind mummy had sent over as a present for him. As he seemed unenthusiastic, I told him to hold his hand out, and gave him six stingers on each hand. As soon as the last stroke fell, he tucked his hands under his arms, and I must sayhe looked adorable that way, his stinging palms under each armpit, except that this caused the hem of his short tunic to rise, and I simply HAD to turn him over my knee for showing off his pretty knickers-rude girl!
I laid the heavy strap a dozen or so times across his upturned rump, and I was both amused and surprised at the fuss he made at his spanking. I told him that as he was such a cry baby, the next part of his punishment was to be on the bare.
As it happened, I was glad I made that decision, as I had never used a tawse before and the welts that I had raised were massed across his poor bottom.
I really had no idea of the severity of the tawse and was surprised at the sight of his behind turning a lovely purple. Subsequently, I informed him that I wanted to concentrate on his legs, this time without the strap, and I began to slap his legs and thighs with all the force I could muster.
Later, Robert's mother returned, and was most pleased at the sight of your son doing corner time with his his skirt about his reddened rear. She congratulated me on my actions, and gave me a pile of his "girl time punishment" clothes to take home with me "Remember my dear;. All men are little boys at heart" she said, looking me straight in the eye. "Keep them in line, and you can have as much fun as you want" I was frankly amazed -- she was as good as telling me that she thought it a good idea to have a lover even, and who was Robert to argue????
I took the clothes and formed my plan........ Saturday arrived, and my youthful smoothfaced Robert was readying himself to slip out for a night out with the boys when I called to him that I had something to show him.
The colour drained out of his face when he caught sight of the clothes laid out on the bed -- a pretty little girl baby nightie, cap, and booties. I told him I was going to be going out, but that his mother has generously offered to babysit, and he was going to be dressed accordingly. As a result, when his mother arrived, "Roberta" was dressed in a flouncy frilly baby nightie, a terry towel nappie pinned to him, sucking on his dummy. I had forbidden him to speak at all normally, and he dutifully gurgled and glugged as I babytalked him.
Slipping into my sheerest stockings, I there and then decided to find out if the stories that the girls down the pub were full of were true. They reckoned that the tall dark haired chap that was ALWAYS trying to chat me up was absolutely huge, if you know what I mean! I decided to find out tonight.
His mother sat downstairs and gave me a knowing smile. "Now you enjoy your -self dear, your baby is in good hands with me" she smiled.
I stepped out of my front door, and glanced up at the drawn spare bedroom curtains, where the sole comfort was a pretty blue dummy, and smiled as I anticipated the pleasures in store for me that night.
Oh, by the way, the girls were SO right, and as they say, mum certainly did know best!
Melinda