My wife’s discipline became a normal part of our marriage. She made rules for me an punishments if I disobeyed. Obeying her, and occasionally get punished, really stopped feeling like a sexual fetish and more just like our normal lifestyle.
One weekend she was headed out of town for a work-related training. She was going to be gone the full weekend, from Friday evening until Sunday evening. I had been looking forward to the weekend because I thought it would be fun to be a bachelor for a few days. Then, on Friday just before she was leaving, she told me she didn’t want me leaving the house the whole weekend. I wasn’t being punished, it was just a rule she was making for the weekend.
I was annoyed and disappointed and I complained to her, but she was strict about it. And when she left the house I was sad that the weekend I had been looking forward to so much was now just going to be boring.
While I was generally quite obedient, not long after she left I made the conscious decision that I would go out anyway. How would she know? I knew there was a possibility she would call the house land-line, but I could always come up with an excuse for why I didn’t answer the phone.
So I went out several times. On Saturday night, I was out for many hours with a friend. We had dinner and saw a movie. Late that night when I got home, my wife called. We talked for a while and she asked me to confirm that I hadn’t left the house all weekend, so I did. She told me that I would be better off confessing about breaking the rules than her finding out I was lying, but I didn’t take the bait and insisted I hadn’t gone out at all.
Long story short, I wasn’t careful enough. She came home and within a few days stumbled across my movie ticket stub with date and time on it and knew that I had gone out and lied about it. What’s worse, is that after she found the ticket stub she approached me again and gave me a chance to confess. Instead, I lied and promised I hadn’t gone out. So she was really angry with me for lying about it twice.
She gave me kind of her standard punishment which involved grounding, spanking, and chores, and I was a little surprised I was getting off so easily. Then she told me she wanted there to be one more part to my punishment, but she wanted me to come up with the idea for it. I couldn’t really think of anything on the spot, so she told me she would give me a few days.
For years, my wife had been a supporter of a transgender activist group, and I had been critical of it just because it seemed like such a strange thing to be giving money to. It had been a minor point of disagreement for a long time, but in the end her money is her money and she could donate to whatever she wanted. Well, in the days that I was supposed to be coming up with a punishment idea, she happened to get a letter in the mail from that group asking for money.
The idea of my having a punishment that I had to donate money to an organization that I didn’t support seemed very intriguing to me. I suggested it to my wife and she seemed to like the idea. We immediately got on their website and clicked on the”donate” button.
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