Now my wife is a very demanding, but also a very loving person. Although I make a little more money than she does, she handles the checkbook and contr...ls how our money is spent. She knows what she wants, and I have learned that the best thing to do is to keep her always happy. She is always open to my input, but when the final decisions are made, they always seem to go her way. So my wife picked up two paddles from the table and sat on the couch. “Let’s pretend that I am the lady of the house. And I now agree that it is wise. I understand that. In little ways you all have shown me what a wonderful life is possibly waiting for me, the pleasures and challenges that a healthy, trusting, loving relational existence can mean. I am excited to take each new step and I trust you guys completely to safely guide me toward that experience.”“Sounds like your mind is made up?”“Yes. I want to support your lifestyle, even if passively.”Later, when it was time to get ready for Tim to arrive home,. After several minutes, the bored looking clerk, a young man in his early twenties, strolled over towards us and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, folks?"I smiled a broad smile, and replied "Well actually there is. You see, my wife here," gesturing towards Sally, "is sometimes a very bad girl and needs to be punished." The moment I said that, I could hear my wife behind me gasp and knew she was turning several shades of red. That comment woke our drowsy clerk up. He eyed my wife. Then I would lower my panties in the same way. If I had on a dress I needed to pull the dress up and my panties down to make sure my buttocks were totally in view. Then I had to kneel on the bench and spread myself out over the table top with my arms holding the sides, so that my naked behind was sticking up in the air. I could already be crying at this point, especially if my younger brothers had come in the room and were already watching. My mother would then pick up one of the punishment.