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After more than ten minutes—an eternity under that burning paddle—the spanking tapered off to just a few well-placed shots, then nothing. I felt Doris put down the paddle and lightly stroke my flaming, bruised bottom. Even her lightest, feminine touch inflamed the nerve endings of my over-sensitive, severely punished mounds. Several times during this ordeal, I pleaded with my wife to call a halt, to save me from this punishment. Marrianne continued to work on her blanket, and through my tear-clouded vision I saw no outward indication she was even aware of my presence. I suddenly felt an urgent need to go to the bathroom which I did, then took a shower, taking special care to clean around my nether regions—that area I feared would be under very intense and personal inspection by a young woman whom I had yet to meet. I was anxious and somewhat aroused as the jets of hot water played over my body, but to be truthful, I was more anxious than aroused. Despite my years of imagining, I was never actually spanked. Of course, it would hurt. Spanking wouldn’t be punishment if it didn’t hurt, but would it hurt a lot? I’m not into pain. I’ve never deliberately hit my thumb with a hammer, for example, and on those occasions I did it by accident, I did not enjoy it in the least. I’m not your mother, John, and that tradition played no part in my upbringing. For that matter, did your mother spank you when you were little?”

Marrianne accompanied Doris to the door, and after a brief conversation, I heard her leave the house and drive away. When my wife returned to her sewing room, I turned from the corner and was gently trying to rub some distress from my battered bottom. Haines, Neither Rogues nor Fools. A History of Campbell College and Campbellians (Belfast, 2003), p.82. Then of course there’s also the difference between what seems appealing as a fantasy, especially in terms of being spanked and embarrassed, as opposed to what the actual experience feels like. That’s why the “Be careful what you wish for” trope is quite common in consensual spanking stories, especially F/M ones.Are you sure it’s necessary? I can be more conscious of my manner now you have pointed it out.” I was taking a chance here. Marrianne does not like to discuss this topic, and when she has decided to call Doris, she has never reversed her decision. I learned early on that arguing was definitely counterproductive in a big way, so even questioning could be risky. I saw Marrianne’s lips compress as the words left my mouth and immediately dropped the subject. It was going to be a very long day filled with fear and trepidation until this evening… and Doris… finally arrived. I stood in the corner for the next twenty minutes, although it seemed much longer, alternately quaking in apprehension and fighting down arousal. This scene came directly from my fantasy life. I was afraid reality would be more intense than fantasy, and I did not want to display the depth of my arousal by sporting a raging member to my wife when she (or Doris) told me to turn around. Somehow, I was certain they would not be in the least bit amused by such a display. No, no, I haven’t forgotten. I thought the topic was just between the two of us. It never occurred to me you might tell someone else. It would be humiliating if any of our friends or business associates should find out you spanked me.”

Throughout the following week, I tried almost constantly to convince Marrianne we no longer needed Doris’ services. I tried reason, demonstrations of a reformed character, assertion of my rights of authority as the husband, desperate and abject pleading. My wife met all of these with a calm, satisfied silence (although when I was most insistent, there was a distinct compression of the lips). Nelson’s diary, 22 March 1912, K. Haines, Brigadier Nelson Russell of Lisburn (Donaghadee, 2013), p.81. Five or six weeks later, Marrianne announced over dinner, “I’ve been thinking about what you said about spanking providing you with a little direction and discipline. I’m not at all interested in spanking you, but you do need discipline. You’ve a number of irritating habits, and you’ve been getting lazy around the house, expecting me to do all the routine tasks required to keep and maintain our home.” The spanking I received that night was like nothing I imagined. Oh sure, it was initially arousing to find myself held helpless over the jeans-clad thigh of a younger woman, but when Doris went to work with her paddle, all arousal was forgotten. The resignation of the prefects caused disquiet among the governors. In the spring of 1912, they established a special committee to ‘confer with the Headmaster as to the recent breaches of discipline on the part of the prefects that ha[d]…occurred in the last two years’. The chair of the committee questioned whether the English ‘prefect system [was] suited to this particular type of school in Ireland’. Recommendations were made about suspending the prefectural system for a year but no action appears to have been taken on the issue. 12 Side NotesEach strike with that hard wood paddle left its own fire behind, and the flame was stoked and grew with each successive spank. I didn’t want to cry out; I didn’t want to struggle once Doris demonstrated the futility; most especially I did not want to cry in front of this woman or my wife, but Doris proved what I wanted had no bearing on what would happen. After allowing me a few minutes to regain some semblance of control, Doris said, “I like to make the first session with a naughty boy one he will remember for a while, so there is no doubt what he experienced was true punishment. Your actions earned you extra this time, but I want to assure you that every time I come here, you will be punished. If you are cooperative and accepting, honestly try to learn from each session, then the punishment need not be as severe. I strongly believe, however, in most cases, true penitence and correction of the faults of a naughty boy only comes after real punishment. Turning to me, and looking me straight in the eyes, Doris continued, “My name is Doris, but you may call me ma’am, as in ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘no ma’am’, as the situation dictates. Your wife has asked me to help her provide discipline in your life, which, by all reports from her and your sister-in-law, is sorely needed.”