There is a silent, unassuming tool in the wardrobe of the spanking husband. It’s not as threatening (by appearance) as the paddle, or personal as the belt, and even a poor builder could construct one at home. It whips without making noise, and delivers much more fire to her bottom than appearances would suggest. It is tucked away under the sweaters. It is the woman’s most unliked, but unlikely helper. That is the loopy johnny, or the loop.
This quiet rubber cord has been allowing couples to take care of discipline, even very thorough and hard sessions, without disturbing the whole household, or even the mice. The loopy can actually be built from any number of materials, but most common is a hollow rubber tube connected into an oval at the handle. The heavier the material, the harder a correction it will provide. It swings stiffly back and forth, within a limited range; loose enough to slap a bottom, but firm enough to pull back into place once it has struck.
I bought my loop entirely to have a good silent instrument. It came recommended by many husbands, and recommended through the complaining by many spanked wives who have to feel the end of it. Previously, I had used alternatives as a silent instrument. I have a heavy bungee cord, but this is not entirely silent, and it also can be overly harsh and more than I need. I had worked with the plastic curtain rods in the past, but these prove too light — although my wife might disagree — and also tend to break. You’ll have some fun times answering your friends as to where all your curtain rods in your house have gone. They are a poor solution.
So it was the loop, entirely for silence, which turned out to be much more than that — it is a fierce enough instrument to tame your wife, and leave her careful to avoid trouble in the future. No one wants this kind of trouble. While not the harshest of instruments — I suppose the cane is — it is loathed by wives everywhere. True, a few light swats don’t do much, but use it with strength and repeatedly, cover her bottom well, and the lady receiving it will wish she had never gotten herself in trouble. She will be counting the seconds until it is over. The loop rewards her with anywhere between a fully reddened bottom, and a rump full of small raised welts. It scores high on the list of least favorite instruments. When I discipline with this rubbery wife-helper, I make sure not an inch of her bottom escapes the stripes. My wife, upon facing another correction with the loop uttered the famous words:
“I hate that thing. I wish I could throw it out the window.”
Because of its silence, the loop could be one you choose to bring on travels with you. At the minimum it could be an effective warning away from home. In the case you need to discipline your wife while on a voyage, you know you can do so without attracting attention. It really is that good. Do not expect her to be silent through this experience though. She will need to learn some self-control with not crying out, or bite a pillow to keep quiet. If you choose to make a loopy at home, make sure to find a material that meets your needs. To get a good idea of how heavy or light it must be, you could find a variety you like, use it for discipline, and then make something approximately the same. It simply needs to be a loop of some kind of cord that ties together into a handle. A common variety you find sold is hollow, which keeps it light. It should be firm, but loose enough to have a little swing to it.
Why is it so hated? It seems surprising that such a light device, innocent as a butterfly, should be ranked as harsh by many ladies. Perhaps that’s because its thin cord focuses much of the swing into a narrow strip, adding to the intensity. It also strikes in more than one place at once, since it is a swinging circle. Some stores even sell double loops that will spread the attention around even more. It may also be that, being light and quiet, we tend to use it at greater length to be sure it’s getting the job done. I know I provide more strokes with the loopy than at most other times. Since it’s become our most common corrector, my wife knows what she is in store for when she sees it, and it won’t be brief.
Of course, if she ever really did throw it out the window, she knows she’d be in store for it. They’d be becoming much closer companions in the future. So she leaves it untouched in the dresser. And gives it a very cold glare.
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