#strict discipline!

[rosalie-starfall]

Saturday Night - 2024

October 11th 1975

Gilda: "You get to be the hot one." Laraine: "Jane's the hot one." Jane: "I'm the mom... The still fuckable mom."

[hillbillyhubby]

Consistency.

Every time a rule is broken… or almost broken… an attitude gets rude or smart mouthed… the behavior gets noted, mentioned, reprimanded and corrected.

I need the consistency, just like I need the spanking to begin with.

[strictpunishedhubby]

Züchtigungsinstrumente zur Erziehung ungezogener Ehemänner sollten immer nicht nur zu seiner Ermahnung, sondern auch wegen der sofortigen Handhabung reichlich vorhanden und griffbreit sein!

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Instruments of discipline for the education of naughty husbands should always be plentiful and within easy reach, not only for his admonition, but also for immediate use!

[enden-k]

his work motto prolly hhhhf (the "fuck amygdala, fuck azai" silently swings in his tone)

[womenwithwhipstoo]

[bruciemilf]

I don’t know if this counts as a repost, so please tell me if it does , I’ll gladly take this post off, but good lord, the Harvey Dent energy this clip has

The robber is Jason btw

[freehiker51-1]

[hillbillyhubby]

I have a spanking coming tonight for forgetting a small health regimen, and have all day to anticipate it. To make it all that much worse, the Elinor was sitting on her nightstand when I left this morning. Big and thick, this paddle is terrible. The sting and burn is immediate, but it thuds in a deep muscle ache like none other. The definition of “til you can’t sit.” It’s like a grownup version of Momma’s ping pong paddle, no one wants this thing coming out.

This is a repeated problem, and I know I deserve the whippin’ but I’m hoping it’s not Elinor! (Wives…Hazel and Birch Design on Etsy sell Elinor and her friends. Great for getting results on your end, not so friendly on his rear end.) Wish me luck!

HH!

[ghcstao3]

Soap hc for your consideration:

When Soap has anxious or just angry energy that he doesn't know what to do with (and he doesn't feel like training it out) he'll hyperfocus on deep cleaning whatever space he can for hours. He's hardly aware of time passing as he's doing it too, he just stops when he feels all the energy fade away or become a more manageable level

some people joke that that’s how he got his callsign even though the name soap came well before anyone noticed his habit, but he doesn’t really mind.

because all that matters is that cleaning to him is calming; the repetitive motions, the smells, the instant gratification of stepping back from his work and seeing a notable difference in cleanliness. what matters is that even as much time as it may take, it’s draining in a good way and, in the end, the effort can be appreciated.

the 141 notices the habit when the common room is suddenly cleaner than it’s ever been—even the grout is white after years of being an ugly brownish-grey—and they find soap in the middle of it all, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain on the kitchenette counter.

after that, price, gaz, and ghost all chip in to buy supplies for soap on occasion, because it can get expensive, and they have to show they’re thankful anyhow. they don’t comment on the habit otherwise, and that’s just how things go.

[born2bemyself]

Worship Mother in law!👸🏼

[strictpunishedhubby]

Auch diesem Morgen stehe ich artig vor meiner mich kritisch inspizierende Frau, nachdem ich mich von meinem Mädchenschlafanzug oder Mädchennachthemd entledigt habe. Da ich am Tag davor von ihr wegen einem Vergehen meinen Po versohlt bekam, hatte ich über meine Mädchenwäsche auch wie üblicherweise ein Windelhöschen angezogen bekommen. Als sie bemerkte, dass Flecken während ihrer Kontrolle auf meinem Mädchenschlüpfer aufkamen, lachte sie zuerst, aber dann beschimpfte sie mich lauthals als unkeuscher, pubertierender Bengel, dessen Po gestern wohl nicht hart genug versohlt wurde. Heute Abend würde sie das aber nachholen. Damit mir das den ganzen Tag bewusst ist, musste ich zusätzlich einen warmen, gestrickten Wollschlüpfer anziehen. Es diente als eine weitere beschämende zusätzliche Strafe. Auch an diesem Tag, wie an anderen heißen Tagen, ist das für mich besonders unangenehm. Ich muss ihr ohne aufzubegehren gehorchen, wenn ich nicht noch eine weitere sofortige Tracht Prügel vermeiden will. Dagegen zu protestieren wage ich schon lange nicht mehr, ich weiß, ich habe und werde ohne Wenn und Aber den von ihr vorgeschriebene Langbeinschlüpfer über meinen versohlten Po anziehen. Sie alleine bestimmt nicht nur über mich, sondern auch über meine Bekleidung inclusive Unterwäsche. Peinlich, weil es kindisch wirkt, ist es für mich, wenn sie mir eine kurze Hose zum Anziehen gibt, und der Langbeinschlüpfer an den Beinen herausschaut, ich diese laufend, immer nur mit kurzfristigem Erfolg, nach oben schiebe.

Obwohl ich ihr Ehemann bin, erzieht und behandelt sie mich wie einen kleinen unartigen Jungen, auch mit gehörigen Prügelstrafen, oft mehrmals die Woche. Ich widersetze mich nicht, halte es für selbstverständlich und gerechtfertigt, auch weil ich eine strenge Erziehung gewohnt bin. Ich gebe zu, meistens habe ich es wegen Ungehorsamkeit verdient und empfinde es als Fürsorge.

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This morning, too, I am standing politely in front of my wife, who is inspecting me critically, after I have taken off my girl's pajamas or girl's nightgown. Since she had spanked my bottom the day before for an offense, I had, as usual, been given a pair of diaper pants to wear over my girl's underwear. When she noticed that stains appeared on my girl's panties during her inspection, she laughed at first, but then she loudly called me an unchaste, pubescent brat whose bottom probably wasn't spanked hard enough yesterday. But she would make up for it tonight. To be aware of this throughout the day, I also had to put on warm, knitted woolen panties. It served as another shameful additional punishment. On this day, as on other hot days, this is particularly unpleasant for me. I must obey her without protest if I do not want to avoid another immediate spanking. I have not dared to protest against this for a long time now; I know that I have and will, without question, put on the long-legged panties she has prescribed over my freshly spanked bottom.She alone decides not only about me, but also about my clothing, including underwear. It's embarrassing for me, because it seems childish, when she gives me a pair of shorts to put on and the long-legged panties peek out from my legs. I constantly push them up, always with only short-term success.

Even though I am her husband, she raises and treats me like a naughty little boy, even with severe beatings, often several times a week. I do not oppose this, I consider it natural and justified, also because I am used to a strict upbringing. I admit, most of the time I deserve it because of disobedience and perceive it as care. .

[hellodarjeeling]

Crais with messy hair...

[freehiker51-1]

[hillbillyhubby]

@strict-consistent-wifey and I… and the Vice-Principal, did a full review of ALL the rules last night. I can guarantee that today I am memorizing them like a mantra. Only the best behavior from me, thank you very much!

She expects me to be my best, and so I will keep growing and improving. I appreciate the support, especially when the wake up call was so memorable. I’m going to go sit down very gently right now. Wish me luck.

HH!

[spankingtheatre]

Strictness Simplifies

There's an epiphany that comes from realising things feel better when you're given permission.

Initially a firm No might feel like a moment of disappointment, but it's followed by an even deeper sense of satisfaction. You appreciate someone else is looking out for you, one who knows what's truly best for you.

Their strictness doesn't feel like petty policing, it's actually strangely arousing. It makes you imagine being told to stand up straight, and having your panties pulled right down. Strictness makes you think of hairbrushes and canes, and all the other ways of smacking bums. Of control and consequences. That's why strictness turns you on.

Permission is hot. You adore their stern voice and their certainty. Their interventions rescue your overstimulated mind, and instructions make the world make sense. They grant you the precious freedom not to think.

Without their guidance, you know deep down you're just a very silly little girl or boy. Lost and adrift in a big bad world.

It's liberating to no longer have your mind confused with difficult options. To be given the gift of simplicity. To follow the path laid by someone you love and respect.

How many of your fantasies begin: "Please make all my decisions for me, so I only have to worry about being good for you."