A Housewife’s Job

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Many housewives say they don’t work. But indeed we do work. Our job is to keep the home clean, tidy and in order, and be a help meet for our husbands. Unfortunately many women don’t see this as a job, and don’t make job performance the priority they would if they went to an office for 8 hours a day.

Part of this may come from the fact that there’s incredible job security as a housewife. If she doesn’t do her work at an office, she will be reprimanded then fired. But if she doesn’t do her job at home, she cannot be fired. and if her husband complains he is called a bigoted chauvinist.  So she is lacking bother the dignity and discipline of her work.

But while housewives cannot be fired, their husbands can fire them up on their bottoms. When a couple practices domestic discipline, the wife’s job at home is valued and she had consequences if she doesn’t do her work.



As Traci sorted beans, she regretted, watching that TV marathon instead of doing her work. Her bottom was on fire, but she knew she deserved it. Even with the fire in her back side Traci felt the love of her husband. She hated to be spanked, but she was quite sure she’d hate not being spanked even worse.


Traci turned around, “Hubby” she said, “Thank you. I needed that. I promise be more diligent in my job.”

Unfortunately for a housewife, there are just too many implements available in the average kitchen.
As Jaimee re-entered her messy kitchen her sore bottom reminded her ruefully that it’d been a lot easier to just get it done when she was supposed too.

When her spanking is over she still has work to do


She’d been lady today now she was looking forward to a long night of housework, with a sore bottom.


Her bottom freshly spanked, Stephie, finally began preparing her hubby’s dinner.


Gabriela’s efficiancy report for the day came back lacking, so her husband/boss assigned her to overtime. Unfortunately, her overtime pay was a very sore bottom, which he gave her as an advance.


Notice the smile on Gabriela’s face? The spanking hurt, but the dignity, love and security her she feels knowing how highly her husband values her work makes her feel like a million dollars (a sore mission, that is).


After church Marva found herself crying over her husband’s knee. Then, because she’d goofed off on Saturday, she was not to share a lazy Sunday afternoon with her man. But there was one thing she could do to keep connected with him as she played catch up. she knew that with her skirt up, her hubby wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off her well spanked bottom.


The house had been covered in dust, but her bottom wasn’t covered in anything (except pink) while she fixed this problem.


Penny had swept her work under the rug too long.


There’s something very humbling about scrubbing floors on your hands and knees with your well spanked naked bottom on display for your loving husband to see. That’s one reason I try to get the floor scrubbing done when he’s at work.


The switch lines still stung as Meghan finally got down to business.


This morning, before leaving for work, Hubby had told Meggs that he was tired of her laziness. Then slipping her nightgown and panties off, he put her over his knee for a sound spanking. When he finished spanking her he held her tenderly as she wept, then helping her back to her feet he instructed, “You are forbidden to wear any clothes until this place is immaculate. And I’ll be the inspector!’ Then as he walked out the door for work he’d added, “Oh, and you can expect a spanking every morning before I go to work and evening when I get home until I’m satisfied that this place is in perfect order.v I know you can do it, dear.” Meggs cringed, she knew he was right, she could and should do it, but she feared it’s take all week.

As her week of cleaning neared an end, a new joy flooded Meggs. Yes, the twice daily spankings had been tough, but the sense of security and joy she felt having her man take charge of her was worth it. And seeing hubby so turned on by her naked body was a wonderful side benefit. As she set about her daily tasks she was pretty sure that tonight would be her last spanking, she was certain the house would pass hubby’s inspection today. But she wasn’t certain she’d be wearing clothes tomorrow, her choice this time.

Poor girl, should have washed that floor before going on pintrest.


Kelly couldn’t believe it, but she actually liked this new arrangement. Even with her bottom on fire, somehow she felt it was right for her–for them. She got back to work, with a glow in her spirit that matched the glow on her bottom.


Debby rubbed her bottom ruefully, “Why, oh why can’t I stay focused without a sore bottom to remind me?” she wondered.


If there was one part of her job Mary hated it was laundry. Perhaps that’s why she always procrastinated on it. But now she knew there was something worse than doing laundry — doing laundry with a well spanked bottom!


“Get to work Shelly, they won’t wash themselves! Unless you want to spend more time over my knee first!”


She always thought she was lucky to have a pool.


But today she learned that with privilege comes responsibility.


As Shelly got better at her job her hubby decided it was time to help her get more concerned with the details.


Seems Alice’s hubby thought she had time for one more break, one that would remind her not to take a break all day long.


Tonight she must bring the wooden spoon to her bedroom…



The anticipation of having to do your scrubbing naked knowing that a sound spanking is on it’s way is almost as bad as the spanking, maybe worse.


That’s how we learn!


Having been given motivation Lizzy ran to the laundry room to her her hubby a clean shirt.


When Lizzy’s husband found out that he had no clean underwear, he decided something must be done to motivate her.

As Lizzy waited for the washer to stop she realized that this would take longer than she thought. hubby was sure to be unhappy with having to be late on account of her. In a sudden act of submission she grabbed a stick and headed back upstairs. It’s take at least 30 minutes until the washer stopped, plenty of time for him to spank her again.

With tear filled eyes she began ironing her hubby’s clothes.


Her bottom burned determination into her heart


As the cane thwacked down on her poor bottom, Jenny begged him to stop. she promised she would never again let him not have any ironed shirts.


Yes, from now on she would take good care of her hubby.


Jenny bent over the ironing board. She had one again neglected to iron her hubby’s shirts. He had nothing to wear.


Honey, you were to fold that laundry and put it away. now it’s all wrinkled!


Punishment fits the crime, She forgot to hang his suit, she it’s bare hanger is teaching her bare bottom.


“Next time I expect you to finishe the laundry before i get home, honey!” Y-Yessir” Whaaahaaahaaa


We normally try to hide our spankings from the world, but sometimes the evidence still shows. But what the heck, I’m proud of being a disciplined wife. a little red beneith my shorts aught to be a badge of honor!


Hubby told her he expected every article of clothing in the house to be clean and put away when he got home. SHe knew that meant her clothes as well.


It’s her spanking dress. long enough to cover her while standing up, but short enough to bare her when she bends over. The color is a guide for her hubby as he spanks her.


Darn! That kitchen has too many options to spank us with. Better keep them all clean, he tends to only use the ones we’ve not washed and put away.


Now, there’s a lucky girl who has a husband who truly loves her!


Hubby told her that she was to clean ALL the clothes today. So she put hers in the wash too.


Marilyn got behind on the laundry, so her hubby got on her behind.


Yo mama didn’t tolerate a messy bedroom, why should yo man?


When Mark discovered that she had been lying around all day and hadn’t even made the bed today, he gave her a new place to lie, over his knee


Melissa gasped, “You can’t spank me! I’m for wife, not your daughter!” But he could, and he did, and everything was different from that day on… Better!


Cassie sat miserably at the table. She new she deserved this, but that didn’t mean she wanted it!


Turns out tears are a great additive to floor wax. The floor had never shone so brightly (Neither had her bottom)


Ashley never got the floor cleaner than when she mixed her cleaning solution with her tears.


“I’m not your maid!” Maxine shouted angrily! This earned her an instant trip over his knee. “I’m afraid, young lady, that as a housewife, your job is to keep this house in order, so in a way you actually ARE a professional maid, and to help you remember that, you will wear a maid outfit until you can prove that you have learned what your job in this household is. But you can skip the dress, so that you can remember what happens to naughty wives.


Amber gingerly bent to her work. Her fiery bottom motivating her to a new level of conscientiousness.


With a renewed sense of motivation burning into her bottom, Ginger set to work on her long neglected dirty floor.


How was Cherrie to know that her husband would inspect the carpet to see if she’d vacuumed?


Supper had been made even later but the unexpected trip over her hubby’s knee. Now she must get it naked.


Annette put his dinner into the oven to keep warm while her hubby warmed her bottom.


The spanking ended, Natalie was truly sorry she’d made her hubby wait for dinner. In repentance, she set to making her husband the gourmet dinner, she couldn’t help it being late, but she could make sure it was fit for her king!


As she packed the kid’s lunches, she dreaded what would happen when they caught the bus.


One benefit of doing chores naked is there’s no clothes to get dirty.


Fadia looked at the single dish. Only hubby would be eating tonight. Her meal would be replaced with a spanking.


An hour before he was due to return from work, Angie suddenly remembered Jacks’ instructions to her after her morning spanking, “Honey, when I get back this evening this kitchen had better be clean or you’ll be getting another spanking!” Panicked she turned off the TV and leapt off the couch. She ran to the kitchen. But it was too little too late. Instead of a kiss her hubby greeted her with a swat.


As Anna went through her daily chores she dreaded her hubby’s return. she knew she was in for it….


She’d always had a hard time remembering to dust. Today her hubby came up with a new plan to help her….


It’d been a rough evening. Bawling over her hubby’s knee. Then having to finish her neglected chores with her throbbing sore bare bottom on display. But now it was over. and she was in her happy place, curled up with her man, her strong, loving man. Yes, life is good!


Better Sore Than Sorry

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She bought her hubby this t-Shirt for his workouts. But it was a bit too small for him and he gave it back to her. Now every time she’s in trouble he makes her wear it as her punishment dress.

The message has taken on a new meaning for them. As every Domestic Discipline wife knows the sorrow and guilt of not being under his discipline is worse than the soreness of your bottom after he spanks you.

When she’s at home she must wear nothing but the shirt. She feels very vulnerable wearing it around the house waiting for him to come home and deal with her.

Of course when she goes out, he lets her wear jeans, but no panties. Even still she feels embarrassed, even though she knows anyone who sees just think she works out, she feels like every woman around her knows the real meaning…


Lesson in the water

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Bruce gazed out over the water, searching for Lindy. Where had she gone? He’d told her that he’d be right back and to wait for him. But now she was gone. He loved this girl a lot. But she was rather stubborn and free spirited. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to put a ring on her finger and marry this girl but she always said, “maybe someday, but not now, I’m not ready to settle down yet. I want to be free!”

Suddenly he spotter her, out in the water, past the sign that warned of a dangerous current. She was struggling against the water with all her strength. Bruce RAN as fast as he could to the ocean and swam powerfully toward her. Grabbing her and pulling her to safety.

“Lindy!” he shouted as he carried her over his shoulder back toward the beach. “What in the world are you doing here? Didn’t you see the sign?”

“I s-saw it, B-but I thought I could handle it, I wanted to see what it was like, I wanted to be free!”

Bruce planted a hard <SLAP> on Lindy’s bottom. Lindy screamed, “What did you do that for? You can’t hit me! Let me down.”

Bruce swatted her again, “I Intend <SLAP> to teach you <SLAP>that freedom <SLAP>  doesn’t mean<SLAP> you can do whatever you want. <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>” Bruce scolded as he spannked.amanda-stanton-in-bini-at-a-beach-in-cancun-10-15-2016_3

“Hey!” Lindy screamed back resisting his spannking, “how dare you!<SLAP> oww. Let me down! <SLAP> oww. You have no right to <SLAP> owwwwww hit me! <SLAP> Whaaaa. I’m gonna call the <SLAP> owwww cops, I don’t ever want to <SLAP> owwww see you <SLAP> agaiiinnnn whaaaaaa!”

“Lindy, <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP> I love you <SLAP>too much <SLAP> to not get this important message <SLAP>through to you. <SLAP>your disobedient, free spirit almost <SLAP>got you killed! <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>. I don’t care <SLAP> if I go to jail, <SLAP> you’re worth it <SLAP> to me if I could just <SLAP> help <SLAP> you <SLAP> to <SLAP> learn<SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>!”

Bruce Spannked and Lindy fought until all her fight was gone. Finally submitting to Bruce she lay limply over his shoulder and wailed. amanda-stanton-in-bni-in-cancun-mexico_5Bruce suddenly realized what he had done. Now he’d really blown it. If he didn’t end up in jail, she’d certainly never see him again. But he did have to admit, it’d felt good. His sassy girl had needed a good tanning for a long time. And now that she was crying submissively over his shoulder, he felt a great sense of love and protectiveness well up inside him toward her, as he carried her limp sobbing body to a sand bar.

He put Lindy up on the safe sand bar and braced for her on-slot of wrath.Amanda-Stanton_-Bini-2016--25 Instead she sat there on the sand deep in thought. Finally she smiled meekly at him, “Thank you for saving me, hon!” She said softly, “I-I guess I was pretty stupid huh?”Amanda-Stanton_-Bii-2016--42



Bruce was shocked at her change of attitude. “I-I’m sorry I Spannked you, Lindy, I was just so, so–”

“Don’t be,” Lindy interrupted, “I deserved it, In fact I’ve realized I’ve deserved a lot of spannkinggs since we met. I like a man who is strong enough to put me in my place….” Lindy’s voice trailed off and she looked down at the water.  “I guess what I’m saying,” Lindy continued very deliberately, “is that I’ve realized that I can’t do it all on my own, I do need a man, and I want that man to be you. I want you to love me, guide me, protect me and discipline me. I am ready to settle down and only then will I be really free.”

Lindy moved in for a long kiss, “Bruce, will you marry me?”


“Hey, I’m supposed to ask that question!” Bruce laughed.

“Well then hurry up and ask, ’cause I’m ready to say yes!” Lindy smiled.

Bruce got down on one knee in the water, gazed up into Lindy’s bright eyes. He saw a peace and joy there that he’d never seen before. “Lindy Ann, Will you marry me?”

“YES!!!” Lindy screeched, leaping into Bruce’s strong arms. “Yes, Yes, Yes a thousand times yes. I want to be yours, I want to submit to you and obey you. I need your strong arms to protect me. YES, YES I’ll marry you!”amanda-stanton-in-bini-in-cancun-mexico_11

They had an incredible moment there by the sand bar. Finally Bruce said, “I think we should get back to shore now.”

“Oh Bruce,” Lindy said helplessly, “I’m scared to go through all that water by myself, I need a strong man to get me safely to shore, please carry me.”

Bruce Chuckled, “Ok Hon,” Bruce turned his back to Lindy, “Hop on!”


And Bruce carried his sweet Fiancee, on his back all the way to shore. When they were safely back on shore, Bruce put her down and put his arm around her tenderly as the walked slowly toward their hotel, each silently lost in their own thoughts.


Finally Lindy broke the silence, “Bruce?”

“Yes hon?”

“I-Meant what I said back there in the sea, About needing a strong man to care for me, guide me and discipline me. And I know that I can be a stubborn and free spirited. But I don’t want  that anymore, I want to submit to you, and please you, and obey you. B-but I don’t think I can do that on my own. I need your help. Promise me that you will not let me get by with disobedience or stubbornness or any of that stuff.  I don’t wants to do that but I know I will–and–and if I do… Promise me, Bruce, I mean this with all my heart, Promise me that you will put my over your knee and spannk me soundly just like you did out there in the ocean, ok?” Lindy looked at Bruce with pleading eyes.

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” Bruce asked, “If I were to spank you every time you acted up you’d be over my knee constantly!”

“I-I know, and I d-don’t really want to be spannked, b-but I NEED to be. So yes, every time I act up I want you to spankk me and do it soundly, Even if I protest or resist, spaank me anyway! ok? Promise.”

“Ok, Lindy, I promise,” Bruce said giving her a playful swat on her bottom. Lindy smiled and they walked together in comfortable silence back to their hotel.


Epilogue: Bruce had been right about Lindy’s need for discipline, Her life long bad habits came naturally.  In fact, They had not been back in the hotel for an hour before Lindy found herself crying over Bruce’s knee. The next morning started with a sound spannking and didn’t end until she’d made the trip over his knee 3 more times. She begged and pleaded with him not to spannk her so hard, but he just reminded her that she was the naugghty girl and he was her disciplinarian, it was his job to decide how hard she needed to be spaanked, not hers. and after each spankking, as Bruce held her in his strong arms, Lindy would look admiringly into Bruce’s eyes and whisper, “Thank you, dear, that was exactly what I needed.”

Confessing–Waiting for Hubby to come home

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Cindy stared out the window waiting for her hubby to come home. She knew this wouldn’t be a happy home coming, for she had something to confess. She cringed at the thought of that paddle striking her bare bottom. “But” she reasoned. “It’s better to confess and get this over with right away, then to hide it and wait miserably to get caught, besides, Hubby always goes easier on me if I confess.”

Confessing–Worth the pain

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Peering through the bedroom door at her hubby, Marj tried to work up the courage to go in. It had seemed like such a good choice. In the kitchen when she had decided to confess. Her guilt was worst than the spannking she deserved. As she pulled her skirt off and grabbed the paddle she looked forward to having her guilt relieved.

But now, looking through the door at her Husband, Bill, She imagined herself crying over his knee and began to chicken out.

“Marj!” She jumped as she heard Bill call her name, He had seen her, it was too late. “Come on in.”

Gingerly she walked in, she could tell that Bill knew what she was hiding behind her back. “Do you have something to confess?” He asked kindly…


As Marj sobbed into her hubby’s strong shoulders, her bare bottom ablaze, She felt peace. Yes, that had been a bad spannking, but it was worth it, well worth it! Now she had peace, her guilt was gone, burned up by the heat radiating off her bottom.