This article describing a paddle discipline I’ve given could easily be called a description of a serious, or a harsh discipline. That’s because in our home I keep the paddle for the more serious kinds of punishments, for the worse offenses. In other homes, the paddle might be the normal mode of punishment, but I keep it for the worse end of infractions. It can lie there waiting for over a year, as a mere reminder that obedience is crucial, and that bad behavior is no laughing matter. The sight of it does not inspire levity on my wife’s face, but a stern and somber look. The paddle can be used a warning as well, to thwart a wife who is beginning to go astray. The mention of it can bring an attentive change in her behavior. Then it gets taken out when she needs to receive a message that will fit the crime, and will truly sink in.
In my home, that would be for things like direct disobedience, willful sin, dishonesty, endangering the children, and the like. My wife rarely practices these, but will occasionally stray. The first time my wife had a taste of the paddle was when I saw her letting our small child run in the street, years ago. I immediately pointed it out to her, and she told me she had just forgotten to keep an eye on him and had turned away temporarily. I told her that cannot happen, ever. I shortly let her know we’d be having a talk together later about her endangering our child. This is something she knew was serious, and also knew was quite wrong. It’s not one of those instances when she tried to make excuses, or talk her way out of it. She took it as seriously as I did, and I didn’t need to spend time hearing why she thought she was fine in doing what she did. As a good mother, she was ashamed of her act. She knew a correction was in order soon. She knew she had done plenty to earn it.
I waited for correction until we had a time to be alone together, since I did not plan on trying to be quiet. I would need to make some noise, and she would need to as well. The coming day off we dropped off the children with a family member for an hour or so, and prepared for business. The house was strangely quiet. We had no burning responsibilities as we usually do. She was waiting for me in our empty house to get things started.
Okay, I told her, we’re going to take care of what happened earlier. You know what’s coming. Go up to the room, take off all of your clothes, and wait for me on your knees.
She was quiet, and looked nervous. Yes sir, she said, and walked up the stairs hesitantly.
I gave her ten or fifteen minutes to prepare for what she knew she had brought on herself, and then came up the stairs to join her.
Undressed before the bed, she could see the paddle lying out on the dresser. She understood what she’d have to go through, and knew it would be hard.
I sat down before her.
“I know you feel very bad about what happened. I know you understand it was very wrong.”
Yes sir, she said quickly.
“I trust you every day with our children. You are their nurturer and their first teacher. You cannot ever leave them in danger like that. None of them, ever.”
I’m sorry, sir. I know. I don’t want to ever do that again.
Our boy could have been hurt or killed because of what you did. You need to be watching them always. I know you don’t want any harm to come to them.”
No, never sir. I would hate that.
She made a point to look me in the eye when she said it, even though she tends to look down when I lecture her.
“Good. Now you’re going to get a lesson in being a vigilant, responsible mother, and a reminder for the future . . . Go pick up the paddle and bring it to me.”
She came back holding the paddle lightly between her finger tips. Here it is, sir.
I took it from her hands and set it beside me on the bed. These are the consequences for what you did. Now get over my knee.
She bent herself over my lap, laying forward on the bed. I let her legs hang loosely off my leg, and over the end of the bed.
“Now what I saw today can never happen again. Do you understand?”
Yes, sir. I was wrong to let it happen. I know. It won’t ever happen again.
I took the paddle and smacked it firmly in the middle of her backside four or five times, hearing her gasp.
“You do not take your job lightly, and leave our children in any danger. You have to do your job at all times, and be watchful.”
I worked the paddle up and down her back side, with firm, hard smacks. Each one loud, and reddening her soft skin.
“Your actions could have brought consequences that lasted for years. They could have caused untold pain. You should be very sorry for what you did.”
I gave her three more in the middle of her bottom, smacking hard, and holding the wooden paddle firm into her bottom for a second after each stroke so she could feel the solid wood pressed against her.
I’m sorry. I know I never should do it, sir.
She was crying freely now, and continued to as I lectured her.
“Do you like being her over my knee and getting disciplined?”
No, sir.
I paddled her three more times hard at the bottom of her back side. She squealed feeling the last one. Then squirmed.
“You sit still and receive your correction, woman. Your man is disciplining you. You earned this,” I said as I clasped my arm tightly over her.
Yes, sir.
“Do you want to end up like this again, with your man correcting you?”
No, I don’t.
“Then you need to understand that nothing is more serious than caring for your children, and you can never ignore your duty like that. Is that clear?”
Yes, sir. It won’t happen ever again.
I continued to work the paddle on her bottom, with my wrist and elbow landing it with controlled strokes from top to bottom. She was a bright pink across her curved back end, and was getting scarlet splotches in the middle of each bun. Occasionally she would twist subtly at the waist in a vain attempt to dodge, but the paddle came down without problem, and her soft bottom shook with each landing.
It is not always easy to give the woman you love a harsh punishment, but I am committed to putting a quick end to the worst behavior, and sending a sure message. The solid, unbending, hard wood is the antithesis of a woman misbehaving, and she can feel that. It is the brute opposite of her delicate features. It does not give an inch. Her husband uses it with care, but she knows it could break her. It is his way of touching her and hammering his important lesson home within her. As it comes down she feels the fire of each stroke, and the sudden shock on her body, and shaking of her soft flesh. She is under her husband’s command.
My wife was letting out an oo or an ow with each stroke now. I heard her sniffing, as she continued to shed tears at her correction.
“Are you going to remember how serious this is, woman?”
Yes, sir.
I gave her several more, holding the wood firm against her flesh after each one.
“What do you need to do next time to do things right?”
I need to watch carefully, and not walk away from them, sir.
I gave her three more stinging swats bouncing off her bottom.
Oo, ah, oo
“Are you going to have to learn this lesson again?”
No sir, I will remember it. I won’t ever need it again.
Will you be more watchful next time?
Yes sir, I will. I promise, sir.
I covered her bottom with five or six more loud, solid smacks of the paddle.
You behave better next time and be a responsible mother. I do not ever — [smack] — want to see that — [smack] — from you — [smack] — again.
“Do you understand me?”
Yes, sir.
I delivered three more with the paddle, as she grunted between her clenched teeth.
“Okay, you can sit up now.”
Her bottom was hot to the touch, and a bright red. “You’re going to be okay. I know that was hard. You knew it was going to be hard because of what happened. You took your punishment well. Now go to the corner and take time to calm down.”
Can I put on my panties, sir?
“No, I want to see the result of your behavior in front of me. You need to show me that bottom.”
I brought her to the corner, and let her have the tissues with her. I put my hand lightly on her bare waist and instructed, “You did the wrong thing, and that’s why you ended up here. It was very serious and needed to be corrected. You think about what you did, and how things are going to be in the future.”
My wife had had equally harsh punishment on a few occasions before. Yet there is something in using the paddle that instills more fear of the punishment, and also carries a sense that you are being formally disciplined. You are in the dock, so to speak. That’s why, among other things, I believe many women want to avoid such harsh instruments as much as they can. It impresses on them they are in trouble, and that the hand of correction is much stronger than they are. It is immovable and hard. They are now soft and small beneath it. How truly they are. An experience like that can speak to the soul of a woman more strongly than others.
I listened to her blow her nose, and cry softly during her corner time. I considered what I would say next, and did some reading from a book by the bedside.
“You can come over here now and we’ll have a talk.”
My wife turned and came back to where I was waiting. She slowly got down to her knees.
Okay . . . This is a lesson you want very much to learn from, and which I know you will. Tell me about your future behavior.
I won’t ever leave the children alone like that. I will always pay attention to them.
“You can’t just turn away and think about your own things when they are that small, you understand?”
Yes, sir. I completely understand.
“I can trust in you and I know you will do a good job. You want to be a great mother”
Yes, sir, You can. I will always do my best.
“You are going to have a burning backside the next day or so. You let that be a reminder to you of how important the safety of our children is, and how you can never just forget about it. You are under my authority and I need to make sure you do your job. That is very important for you and for the children.”
Yes it is, sir.
“I know you feel bad about what you did. I know you don’t ever want to let it happen again. I can trust you to do a very good job in the future. You are a very good wife, and very godly woman, but when these things happen, I need to correct them immediately. You understand?”
Yes sir.
“We’ve put things back in order today. Your man made things right. You went off your path but you are back under my wing right now. Everything is back in order. You come to me and put your arms around me.”
She leaned forward and let me hold her in my arms. I kissed her head and her face. “Come to me,” I said.
She lifted herself up toward me and brought her body next to mine. She was still breathing a little heavily, and moist from sweat and tears. I held her close, and slowly she moved her tired arms around my shoulders.
“Everything will be okay. That was hard for a reason. You got through it. You’re my wonderful wife and everything is alright.”
I can tell you this hard punishment made her more vigilant about what she did. I can only remember correcting her on one other occasion for a similar act. She knows what she needs to do to keep the kids safe very clearly, and is as watchful as I have taught her to be. She also responds to a firm warning from me about receiving the paddle. A warning of a spanking goes a long way in our marriage. She’s felt the heat when she had to, and knows to stay on the right path. Other husbands might have the same results with a different instrument, but I leave that work for the paddle. She responds with changed behavior, and taking her husband’s words seriously.
In this case, because of the nature of the wrong, she felt remorse very quickly, and didn’t need much help in seeing the seriousness of her deed. That made things easier for me. Her soul was soft to the Lord’s voice, and her husband’s instruction. A firm lecture instructed her soul. The paddle hammered things home. That is a loving correction from her husband, and leaves a greatly cleansed and bettered wife.
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