Treasured Submission (4 page)

At Roger's question, Abigail gulped again and felt heat flood her body. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, and also couldn't believe that Elaine hadn't bolted off his lap and raced for the door. Instead of seeing a fleeing, bare-assed woman, Abigail squirmed in her chair and watched in fascination as Elaine gave a slow nod.

"Yes, Sir," she answered, her voice still soft but no longer holding a note of pleading. Roger nodded, and without another word, the spanking began. The slaps of his hand against his wife's bottom seemed loud as thunder in the otherwise silent room. Elaine gasped loudly, and as her husband swatted first one cheek and then the other, she began to squirm a bit, her legs attempting to kick despite being trapped by his much heavier one.

"I'm sorry!" she yelped as he continued to swat her rapidly reddening rear. "Please, stop… I'm sorry, Sir!"

Roger ignored his wife's pleas, continuing to spank her with a steady rise and fall of his hand until at least thirty swats had been applied. Despite her moans of discomfort and the occasional louder yelp, Elaine didn't break into sobs until he moved his hand down to spank the backs of her thighs. She bucked and tried to wiggle forward off his knee. Roger gave her a harder swat. "Settle down, young lady. I promised you a spanking and, believe me, you are not going to get up until you have learned your lesson."

"Please!" Elaine begged, "I've learned it, I won't be naughty, please don't spank my legs. It hurts!"

"It would hardly be a proper spanking if it didn't hurt," Roger said, tucking her more firmly against his waist, his hand continuing to rain stroke after stroke on both of her thighs before returning to her posterior.

Abigail felt her own ass clench in sympathy. Her mind once again flew back to her childhood, remembering the many times she had been in the same position as Elaine, face down and bottom up over her father's lap. Dean's earlier question about any experience with discipline had unnerved her and this scene brought back memories she hadn't thought about in years. When Elaine began crying louder, Abby jerked out of the past and looked back at the couple. Roger had obviously come well prepared and was applying a small paddle to his wife's already punished butt. Abigail gasped as she saw the paddle fall again and again, cracking loudly against the woman's tenderized posterior. When one of Elaine's hands flew back to try to cover up, Roger simply caught it, pinning it at the small of her back.

"That just earned you extra, young lady," Roger informed his sobbing wife. "You know better than that." Elaine wailed at his announcement, churning over her husband's knee. Roger continued paddling her hard and fast, causing her to arch and wail the loudest when the paddle connected with the extremely sensitive area where her buttocks merged into her slim thighs. If the sound of his hand cracked like thunder, the paddle flashing again and again to crack against her bottom sounded like the continuous rolls of thunder during a category five hurricane. Elaine was screeching and bucking in a desperate attempt to remove her bottom from the unrelenting paddle, begging and pleading for her husband to stop. Suddenly, as if the eye of the hurricane were passing over, she stopped yelling or struggling, going limp across Roger's knee. Abby saw Roger nod at his wife's obvious surrender. He gave her a few more hard swats down the backs of her thighs and then the paddle stopped falling.

Abby took her first deep breath since the demonstration had begun, her insides quaking as she listened to Elaine's sobs.

"Spread your legs apart, Elaine," Roger said with quiet authority. "You'll take your extras on your inner thighs." Abby held her breath again as the woman opened her legs in obedience. Elaine's wails resumed as the pale, tender flesh of her inner thighs each received three hard and fast spanks with the unforgiving paddle. Abby was practically turning blue, only gulping in much needed oxygen when Roger finally lowered the paddle to rest against his wife's now crimson skin. The spanking was over. Elaine lay sobbing, her tears dripping onto the floor. Roger looked up at Dean and nodded.

Dean stepped forward and took the offered paddle, making it obvious that he had been the one to provide the implement for Roger's use. Dean placed it onto the counter behind him before turning back to face his audience. "Thank you, Roger, Elaine. We all understand how difficult that was for both of you, but appreciate your willingness to demonstrate an over-the-knee spanking. I'm sure that Elaine has learned a lesson that is certainly quite relevant to us all."

Difficult for them both? That's a damn lie! It obviously hasn't hurt Roger at all. It's not his ass which is blazing and hot enough to feel like it's been scorched!
Abby was still attempting to assimilate what she had just witnessed as her pounding heartbeat gradually began to slow.

Unaware of her thoughts, Dean continued. "You will notice that Roger did not stop Elaine's spanking until she completely submitted to her discipline. This is a very important point to make. Your wife will not be in the proper place to truly learn the lesson you are teaching her until she gives control over to you, and accepts your authority to discipline her. Despite Roger's instruction not to plead, Elaine was simply unable to obey. That is not uncommon, as your wife will beg and plead and promise to never be naughty again. While you might want to believe her, unfortunately she is just promising what she believes you want to hear. She is embarrassed to be bare-bottomed over your knees and a disciplinary spanking truly hurts. Your wife just wants the spanking to end. Please know that while she thinks she is being sincere, she isn't learning much until she submits to your will. Once you feel her relax her body, you know that she is finally ready to accept your discipline, and is submitting to your right to take her in hand." He paused for a moment to make sure every couple had listened to his words. "Are there any questions about this position?"

Abby had plenty of questions, but not the courage to ask a single one. When a hand was raised, she wasn't surprised that it belonged to one of the men in attendance. At Dean's nod, the man asked his question. "How can you be absolutely positive you've spanked your wife enough? I know that when I spank Lisa, she is always crying from the first swat and yelling loud enough to wake the dead before I'm done. Though her butt is red, I've never come close to achieving that color before." His words caused everyone to look once more towards Elaine's still exposed, crimson bottom.

Dean answered, "There isn't any standard amount of swats or a perfect amount of time for any discipline. Tell me, when you allow your wife up, is she no longer struggling, even if she might still be crying?" They all watched as the man glanced at his wife.

"Well, we are sort of new to domestic discipline as we are newlyweds, so maybe I'm not doing this right. When Lisa is allowed up, she sometimes starts yelling at me for even giving her a spanking. She sure doesn't go limp like Elaine did," the man confessed, his gaze moving between the two women. Abby saw that Lisa appeared uncomfortable, shifting on her seat and not looking at anyone—especially not her husband. From the glances Abby saw being exchanged by others in the group, she wondered how Dean would react. She didn't have to wait long.

"Your name is Patrick, isn't it?" Dean asked, and the man nodded. "Well, Patrick, first let me assure you that you'll get the hang of domestic discipline the more you put it into practice. Secondly, I hate to say this, but it is my opinion that Lisa is playing you." He ignored Lisa's gasp of indignation, pinning her with his gaze as she lifted her head to look at him. Obviously unable to withstand the look in Dean's eyes, Lisa glanced quickly at her husband before dropping her gaze back to her lap.

"This is something you all need to understand," Dean continued. "If you have spanked your wife and she still has a haughty or ungrateful attitude when you let her up, you, as her disciplinarian, haven't done a thorough enough job. As I said earlier, you need to discuss the reason why you are going to spank your wife with her before the spanking begins. But once that is done, it is your responsibility, as her husband and the head of your household, to make sure that she is not allowed up until she understands the consequences of her actions and how seriously you object to the breaking of any rules you have set as a couple. Patrick, the next time Lisa's behavior earns her a spanking, my suggestion is that you make sure the color of her bottom is comparable to Elaine's."

Ignoring Lisa's shocked expression, he gave Patrick more advice. "If she is still resentful, or continues to argue or fight you after she is released, I suggest you pull her right back down and repeat the lesson until she understands that her little games of manipulation will no longer work. You need to establish the proper chain of authority right from the beginning of your marriage. If you don't demonstrate your willingness to be the man your wife needs, or can't assert your authority through proper discipline, I can assure you that your marriage will suffer because of it."

Patrick nodded slowly, his eyes going to his wife, who did look a trifle guilty as she lifted her eyes to meet his. Not a soul in the room had a doubt that the pretty young bride had played her last game of manipulation and was in for far more intense lessons from her husband. When no other hands were raised, Dean returned to the couple at the front of the room.

"Patrick did bring up a good point. Not only must you make sure your wife has no doubts about your authority by the time she is allowed up, it is also imperative that additional methods are used if she hasn't taken her spanking properly. Never forget that if your wife has done something naughty while she is being disciplined, as Elaine demonstrated by attempting to cover her bottom, you must deliver extra punishment. Spanking her inner thighs, or other more intimate places, will help remind her that she is to submit to the discipline you have already decreed or face an extension of her spanking. It doesn't have to be as long a spanking as the original one, but, as Roger clearly proved, choosing a more sensitive spot allows you to give a lesser amount of strokes while still assuring those strokes have a great impact."

Roger had been gently rubbing his wife's red backside while Dean spoke. When Dean stopped speaking, Roger helped Elaine to stand and then reached down and drew her panties down to her ankles. "You lost the privilege of wearing panties with your attempt to cover your bottom during your paddling. You'll go bare-bottomed for the rest of the evening," Roger said, and Elaine nodded, allowing her husband to remove her underwear. Roger rolled them up into a ball and tucked them into his pocket. Her face flaming as red as her backside, Elaine stood still as Roger untucked her clothing, smoothing it down over her throbbing posterior before opening his arms.

Abby watched as Elaine threw herself into them, Roger holding her close, the hand he had just used to spank her now stroking her back gently. Elaine had stopped crying, her head tilted back in order to give her husband a soft smile. Abby's lips curved into a smile as well, seeing the love reflected in both the way Roger looked down at his wife, and the hand that he lifted to her cheeks, wiping the tears from them. Abby looked away as he bent to kiss her and then smiled again. She wondered why she felt it too intimate to watch Roger kiss his wife while she had not been able to tear herself from the scene of that same man spanking his wife. By the time she looked up again, Roger was shaking Dean's hand, and then she watched as Elaine stepped forward to accept Dean's hug and listen as he whispered something to her.

Roger led his wife back to their table and pulled out her chair. Elaine pulled something out of her purse and passed it to her husband. Abby watched in confusion as Roger spread what appeared to be some sort of cloth across the seat of his wife's chair. When she saw Elaine give him a smile before lifting her skirt to bare her bottom once more, and then saw her sit down rather gingerly onto the cloth, Abby understood the fabric's purpose. It was obviously meant to protect the surface of whatever Elaine was required to sit upon bare-bottomed. Shaking her head slightly at something else that she had never considered before, Abby had to smile, thinking that these people seemed to be far better prepared than she could ever have imagined. She winced herself as the woman gave a slight squirm in an attempt to find the most comfortable position. Roger gave her a warning look, stilling her instantly. Once seated in his own chair, he reached down and took her hand in his. Elaine smiled and laid her head against his arm. He bent to gently kiss her and then they both turned their attention to the front. Abby wondered if the two even noticed the other people surrounding them, because it looked as if their entire world only existed in the small space their table occupied. When Dean began to speak again, Abby returned her attention to the front of the room as well.

"Many avenues are available for you to take directly after a spanking and you can review these as they are outlined in the book, though I also encourage you to come up with your own. Tonight we will discuss the most common choice, which is corner time. How many of you choose this option?" Dean asked the group. Several hands were raised and Abigail noticed that all the hands were male.

Not looking concerned about his wife's fresh blush, Roger spoke clearly. "Elaine usually spends time in her punishment corner both prior to, and after she's had her spanking. I'm not putting her in the corner right now because I want her to pay attention to the discussion, but she will be required to spend time in the corner when we get home."

"Thank you, Roger," Dean said, giving Elaine a smile. "Corner time is an excellent teaching tool. Not only does it allow your wife time to think about the behavior that has caused her to be placed in the corner, it also allows her to both mentally and emotionally prepare for your discipline. While there are no strict rules about the amount of time required to achieve the results you wish, I have found in my research that thirty minutes is necessary. As we all tend to lead very busy lives, and some of you have children as well, anything less than a half-hour doesn't allow your wife the time to clear her mind of everything on her 'to do' list, or push aside everyone who depends on her throughout the day to focus her total attention on her behavior, as well as what is going to happen because of her poor choices. You may decide to have her stand fully clothed before her punishment, but I do recommend that any corner time required
after
her discipline be spent with her panties lowered and her clothing lifted. Knowing that anyone can see that she has been naughty and taken in hand, simply by seeing her hot, red bottom, is an excellent tool to keep her mind focused on her behavior. If you'll all please turn to chapter three, you can see examples of some of the positions we are discussing."

The sounds of pages being turned filled the room, while Dean took the opportunity to sip from his coffee. His eyes were drawn to Abby, seeing her head lowered as she slowly turned each page, taking time to look at each photo. Almost as if sensing him watching her, she lifted her head, her wide green eyes locking onto his. Her face began to color, her small white teeth capturing her full bottom lip in a way that made his heart lurch in his chest. She dropped her gaze back to her book, almost as if she felt naughty being caught looking away from the photos Sam had obviously sent her there to study.

Dean took another sip of his coffee before placing it back on the counter. He cleared his throat, and heads lifted from books to focus on him again. "As you can tell by the illustrations, there are many choices available to you. You can choose to have her stand in various positions, or some couples choose to make use of a punishment chair or stool. One extremely effective choice is to have her stand before her spanking and then sit afterwards. This can truly make an impression, especially if she is sitting on a well-roasted bum. Of course, if you prefer to admire your handiwork, make sure she is bent forward enough so that her red bottom is quite visible." Several chuckles were heard as Dean paused.

Abigail grabbed her coffee and took another deep swallow, not because she was particularly thirsty, but to hide her face that she was positive was reddening as she considered Dean's words.
What would it feel like to be sent to the corner like a naughty child? Does everyone in this room simply treat this as a common occurrence, one that the women submit to without question? Are there stools like those in the book situated in a corner of each couple's house?
Though she kept glancing at the other couples in the room, her eyes always returned to Elaine. The woman had just been publicly spanked, and if her sobs—as well as the state of her ass—were to be believed, it had been quite a spanking. Elaine wasn't cowering or trying to hide from embarrassment. Though her bottom had to be aching, she was no longer squirming on her chair. Abigail could see that Elaine was smiling up at her husband and seemed… well,
content
was the word that immediately came to Abby's mind. Elaine showed no signs of being concerned about the promised corner time that awaited her arrival home.
Could facing a wall, butt throbbing from discipline, actually be as beneficial as Dean is suggesting?
Thinking of Dean, she remembered the way he had been looking at her as she studied the photos. The look in his eyes had vanquished the dervishes, replacing them with butterflies. The rapid flutter of their wings, almost as if they were delighted with tonight's subject, caused a not unwelcome tingle to begin between her thighs.

Abigail's thoughts moved away from Elaine as she wondered whether this was what had been missing in her own marriage. Nick had proposed on the day of her high school graduation, and she had been positive that she had found the man of her dreams. It hadn't taken a year before she was forced to admit she had made a huge mistake. When she insisted on continuing her education, he had repeatedly told her that she should be concentrating on pleasing him instead of studying. Abby had tried to do both, succeeding in earning an English degree but failing miserably to make the marriage work. The night she told him she was thinking of accepting a job offer at the newspaper back in their small town, Nick had ignored her words but had rolled onto her and, after a few minutes of grunting as he thrust in and out of her until he came, had rolled off and announced she was not going anywhere. It was time to get off the pill and get down to the business of making babies.

Having grown up surrounded by a family that loved her, Abby had been unable to visualize bringing an innocent child into a house without an ounce of love in it, especially in a strange town so far away from her friends and family. Sam had encouraged her to file for divorce, reminding Abby that she had been unhappy from the moment she and Nick had moved away. Abby had filed for divorce the next day. Nick's response had been typical to anything she seemed to decide. Shrugging his shoulders as he opened the refrigerator for another beer, he'd told her that he had a far better baby-making candidate just waiting in the wings, confessing without a hint of guilt that he had been screwing around on Abby almost since their first anniversary. Devastated, Abby had garnered every ounce of her courage and left, thankful she had a job with which to support herself, and grateful that she had someone who always seemed to listen and care for her. Sam had been there to keep Abby from falling into depression, insisting she had done the only possible thing to make sure the rest of her life was not as miserable as the past six years had been.

Memories of Sam had Abby snapping back to the present. Why had this particular gift had been chosen? The two had grown up together and had always been able to talk about anything and everything. Why hadn't Sam talked about this evening's topic? What had Sam been thinking? There was no doubt in her mind that someone had a great deal of explaining to do. Once again Abigail's thoughts were pulled back to the discussion when she heard Dean speak.

"I want to thank Russell and Karen for this next demonstration." Another couple stood and walked to the front of the room. Abby noticed that this couple was far older than Roger and Elaine. They both appeared to be at least thirty years older than most of the other attendees. She was surprised at this discovery but riveted to what was about to happen. Russell nodded to Dean and then turned to address the class.

"Good evening. My name is Russell and this beautiful young woman is my wife of over forty years, Karen." Abigail smiled at the gentle way he held his wife close to his side, his arm around her waist. Karen gave a tentative smile and small wave of her hand to the class before looking up at her husband. Russell took her hand and said, "I know that most of you are just beginning your journey with domestic discipline. Karen and I have been living this lifestyle for our entire lives. We are from an earlier generation than any of you young people, and both grew up in homes where domestic discipline didn't even have an official name. It was simply the way a marriage was conducted. We chose to continue the practice in our own marriage. I just want to assure you that this has been a very successful path for us to take. Despite what society might decide is fashionable or acceptable in today's world, I believe that domestic discipline is a great tool in assuring a peaceful life and a loving, trusting relationship. I'm happy to note that more and more young people are coming back into the lifestyle, and I'm positive that stronger, more intimate marriages will be the result."

Abby listened attentively as the man spoke, the love he had for his wife evident in his tone. Karen was smiling gently, as if lost in the memories of the life she and her husband had shared for almost half a century.

"We have four wonderful children who now have families of their own. Our youngest, Andrea, just married a few months ago, and, well, being our baby, has been a bit spoiled. And instead of being a proper role-model for our daughter, Karen chose to do something very naughty, which is why we are standing before you this evening."

He turned to glance at his wife before continuing. "When Andrea overdrew at the bank again, instead of confessing to her husband, she went straight to her mother. While Karen should have immediately counseled our daughter to make a proper confession and accept the consequences, Karen made a different choice. She gave Andrea the money to pay the overdraft fees, and promised to keep Andrea's secret." He paused and shook his head, as if unable to believe his wife had made that decision. "Needless to say, banking records are far more accessible in today's world and Jeff, Andrea's husband, had only to look online to find out that not only had his wife bounced yet another check, but her decision to attempt to cover up her lack of fiscal responsibility had also compounded her mistake. When Andrea was forced to own up to what she had done, and the fact that she had asked her mother to help her keep it from Jeff, well, I can't speak for my daughter's behind, but Karen's was most certainly going to receive some special attention." His words caused a low rumble of agreement from the many males in the room, and Abby saw several women nodding their heads as well.

Russell continued the story. "This is not the first time that Karen has let her love for her children affect her choices. We've experienced this problem in the past, and while I understand that mothers have a soft spot for their little ones, as they are now grown, married adults, it is beyond time for my wife to understand that her future decisions need to be focused on what the proper way is to teach our kids how to behave, as well as how to properly confess and ask for guidance when a mistake has been made."

Abigail noticed that Karen had dropped her eyes to the ground, and that she seemed much more submissive than before when she had smiled and waved. Abigail swore she could see Karen tremble as her husband put his arm back around her waist and led her to a low bookcase behind them that separated the café area from the aisle leading into the store proper. Russell turned Karen to face it, her back to the class. Dean stepped away to give the couple plenty of room.

Russell turned to his wife and said one word. "Reach." Karen immediately bent over the countertop to grip the opposite edge with her hands. Russell looked over to Dean and nodded.

Abigail gave a loud, audible gasp as she saw the item that Dean had retrieved. It was a thin rod—a cane, and she knew that this was going to be intense. She felt her body begin to tremble at the sight of the instrument, and had a brief thought as to whether the cane really belonged to him or whether it was Russell's. Flicking her eyes back to Dean, she shuddered, seeing how it somehow just looked right in his hand. Shaking her head, as if to dislodge the image of Dean actually using a paddle or, God forbid, the cane he was currently holding, Abby watched as Russell turned back to his wife, who had remained bent over the counter.

"Karen, what did I tell you would happen the next time you failed in guiding Andrea along the proper path?" Everyone heard her answer clearly.

"You said you would cane me, Sir."

Abigail was a bit surprised at the woman's response—not the words, but rather the way she said them. She didn't sound defiant or scared. Instead she sounded respectful and obedient. Russell nodded and then lifted his wife's dress, tucking it into the belt at her waist. He then lowered her white panties until they fell to her ankles, baring the woman's ample derriere. Abigail was shocked that the woman simply remained prostrated over the counter as her husband deliberately exposed her bottom to the room. Karen was not objecting or trying to cover herself, though she surely must be embarrassed at her position. Her body wasn't one of a twenty year old. Looking again, Abby could see what appeared to be faint lines across both of the woman's buttocks. Abigail watched as Russell gently ran his hand over his wife's posterior, and she could see the love he had for the woman he had known for half a century. Suddenly Abby realized that age or shape didn't matter. These people loved their partners in a much deeper sense than Abigail had ever experienced.

"That's my good girl," Russell said. "Have you been punished before for this same offense, young lady?"

"Yes, Sir," Karen answered clearly.

"How many times, Karen?" Russell asked. "More than once or twice?"

"Yes, Sir. It's been several times, Sir." Russell looked over at Dean and nodded.

Dean stepped forward and said, "When you have disciplined your wife repeatedly for the same offense, I can guarantee that whatever discipline you have chosen isn't working. Russell has told me that he has had to spank Karen more than a dozen times for this same behavior, and has even tried to get her attention by increasing the level of punishment by using his belt a few additional times. They very seldom resort to a punishment as severe as a caning, reserving the implement for serious, repeated offenses. However, once you have informed your wife of your intentions, you must not go back on your word. Your wife needs to know that she can rely on you, can trust your word and that you will deliver what you have promised. If Russell had told Karen that she would receive a caning if she repeated the offense, but didn't follow through with that decision, Karen would have reason not to trust his word in another area."