Nurse punishes her sissy husband
 Dear Ms Caine,

I have an interest in your lovely magazine, although I do wonder why so many of your ladies are so harsh with the people they are in control of.

It has been my personal experience that, apart from the occasional spanking, anyone who is submissive by nature is easily controlled by gentler methods. Let me explain.

I lived in San Francisco for two years as part of a training scheme for my job. The couple whose  house I lived in during that time were very heavily into the sub/dom scene, so much so that it was the husband who stayed at home to clean, and his wife earned all the money that was needed.

She was a nurse and worked at one of the many private hospitals in the city, and even then the salary was astronomical, I believe.

The upshot was that slowly but surely, the man became totally subservient to his pretty wife, who encouraged me to make him do my bidding just as much as he did hers. At first it was all rather strange and strained, but as the weeks went by, it seemed quite normal to see him doing the housework in his working clothes, - usually a loose fitting dress, and flat shoes. Near the time of his wife's return home, he would shower put on a clean dress and make up, and generally try to look his best for her, like any average wife might.

The only times I saw any evidence of deliberate cruelty was when he did something stupid, for instance, he was rinsing some clothes through one afternoon and the dye from one article had run through onto two of Caroline's new surgical smocks, completely ruining them for her job. Quite business-like,she told him that he would pay for his stupidity later on that evening. She sent him to his room and told that she would be up to see him later.

She turned to me and asked me if I would be so good as to witness his punishment, as she thought that the humiliation might make him more careful in future. I hesitantly agreed to watch and she seemed pleased.

At about nine that night, I was sent up to his room to tell him to come down as Caroline said it  was time for his lesson. He came into the room  carrying a purpose made 'spanking paddle' stocked, by the way in many stores throughout America, and apologised for his misdemeanor. Caroline listened to him, then pinned the back of his dress up, lecturing him on her need to look her best, and on the cost of such items to replace, all the time he simply stood there his brief panties on show.

At the end of her very firm admonishing, he meekly lay over her lap, and offered his trim bottom up for his spanks.

Caroline brought the leather paddle down VERY firmly across the offered bum, causing him to gasp in pain as the first blow fell.

In no hurry at all, Caroline waited untilhe relaxed his clenched bottom before delivering the next spank acrossthe seat of his panties. Relentless in her resolve, she continued in this way, administering about thirty solid meaty whacks.

By this time I could clearly see the whole of his bottom was red and very blotchy, the surface seeming to crawl and twitch involuntarily, a reaction to the spanks, Caroline said.

He was allowed to rest for a while. And then Caroline explained that the next part of the procedure was a spanking on the bare. She asked me if that would cause me any real embarassment, and I replied that I would like to see the whole of his treatment, and she congratulated me on my good sense.

Without further ado, Caroline just yanked his briefs right down, leaving them around his ankles, and pulled him back over her lap. This time, the strokes were much harder, and it was plain to see that she intended the lesson to be well and truly remembered.

Before a dozen full armed swats had bounced off his bare rump, he was crying openly, his frantic squiming only seemed to serve to tempt herto even greater exertions as she swung her paddle.

She dragged him over the arm of the couch, and stood at his head end, then to give a greater degree of control, I suppose, she trapped his head bet­ween her knees, bringing the paddle down from this direction to explode not only upon his buttocks, but down the back of his legs also, until she had an extremely sore, contrite man writhing between her knees.

His punishment over, he remained in that position till ten-thirty, then Caroline told him to go to bed. He gingerly rose and went straight up to bed, holding his panties up with one hand, and carrying his paddle in the other.

In the two years I spent with them, I only saw this about six or seven times in all, all of them in my opinion, well deserved for some stupid or thoughtless act. My own fiancee is now at the stage where he is realising that to disobey is to have favours withdrawn, so he is coming along nicely.

I have explained in depth to him just exactly what will be required once we marry, and he has agreed to take up the feminine role as much as possible.