Anyone who googles these two terms will quickly find what they are looking for and get to know a world that seems quite strange today. One must not forget, however, that it is precisely this way of thinking that has shaped the life between man and woman for thousands of years. It has always been the case that women were more or less directly owned by their husbands. In the old days, he simply stole a woman, and she was his. Later, daughters became commodities and fathers sold them for a reasonable bride price. Eventually the Church took over the issue and determined that only a married woman was an honorable woman and that a man had far-reaching rights over her. This has not changed significantly over thousands of years and in large parts of the world a woman is still the property of her husband, which he can dispose of as he pleases.

Quora has a space called Domestic Discipline Values ​​and Experiences. This is where the followers of this way of life are among themselves and the outsider gains an insight into their way of thinking. It is undisputed in these circles that a wife who has misbehaved should be properly punished, and there is extensive discussion about whether a thick leather strap is best for punishing her, or whether a cane, a whip or the good old birch rod is better aid is.

Recently, there has also been a discussion about whether a wife should also be punished with deprivation of love. "In my CDD communityas withholding intimacy after misconduct is almost a given," wrote one panellist. Others felt that not only did female misconduct warrant severe punishment, but the man should not touch his wife for at least one week to show her his disapproval. "I'll wait for her to come crawling up on her own and begging for sex and tenderness," read one comment. Another suggested that a man shouldn't miss an opportunity to show her his male dominance. "When I've got her ass hot I'll take her from behind and believe me I'll take her with all my might. Nothing makes a woman more submissive than her husband's hard cock."

Also interesting in this context is the report of a young wife, which provided interesting insights into her marriage:

The offence was waving the house before telling my husband that I was doing it. Women are allowed to leave the house unaccompanied but they have to at least tell their husbands or a male relative they are doing it. That day, I had wanted to get out of the house while the kids were doing different things. It was a rare occasion where all of them were out of the house at once. I wanted a smoothie and to sit in the mall by myself, even do some shopping. The hours rolled by and it was soon time for me to go pick up my kids from their various places. When I got to the first place i had a mini heart attack when my eldest son was not there but I was soon informed that he was picked up by his father which meant that….oh no I thought, clearly their father had gotten home before me.

Without even confirming what I already knew, I headed straight to the house as quickly as possible. Inside, I walked into a serene scene of my children eating take out with their father. Seems I had forgotten to take down the chicken from the fridge, hence my husband did not have a choice but to order in. I could have told just by his face and body language that he was upset, but my husband was a very calm and professional individual who would not even crack under pressure at work. Without alarming the children, he came over to me and greeted me warmly, giving my arm a firm squeeze. In our community, this meant I would be spanked later. I am sure the children did not notice. The evening went on as any other would, and there was no show of rage from my husband or of him telling the children anything. I was unsure if this was good or bad, as typically when a woman ‘misbehaved’ so as to inconvenience the entire family, she is spanked in front of them. When I was just about bed time my husband offered to tuck the children into bed and told me to go and stand in the corner of the master bedroom. Oh no, I thought. I’m in trouble for sure now. Usually if corner time was a prerequisite to a spanking I would have been told to remove all of my clothes before, but I was not told to, so I thought I had gotten away with minimum punishment. I would soon learn that I was sorely mistaken. (Pun intended)

When my husband got back to the bedroom, he calmly sat on the edge of the bed and called me over to him. Still no sign of a spanking. I was quietly relieved but opted to keep it to myself as I did not want to remind him if he had forgotten. He began scolding me, the theme of the scolding basically being that ‘if I failed to comply with the ‘modesty requirements’ of the marriage that I would miss out on all the ‘good things’ in the marriage. For those of you who don’t live in a CDD community, women informing men of their whereabouts is seen as part of modesty for obvious reasons. The scolding came to an end and I breathed a sign of relief because I thought I had got away with a stern warning. Then to my horror, my husband sent me for a small wooden paddle. I still had not been undressed, which typically would happen before a spanking’s cornertime.

Then he removed my dress, leaving me only in my panties. I once again thought I had got away. The feeling continue as I gave him the paddle, and he laid me otk. ‘Wow, an over-the panty spanking’ I thought. ‘Maybe I should have asserted my self earlier.’ I was once again wrong as he pulled my panties into a painful wedgie. My poor bottock hole now had a grating piece of fabric against it but more importantly my clit was being stimulated. The spanking began with a hand spanking. The swats were firey and consistent but what was also firey was the burning sensation in my poor little clit that was being rubbed against with every swat and bit of movement on my part. I was without a doubt getting turned on. At the same time the wedgie grated against my bottom hole. As the spanks continues and heated up my bare backside, I began squirming more and more. The more I squirmed, the more my clit got stimulated. Plus something about hand spankings had always turned me on, the intimacy of it. I was soon fighting a genuine battle between disliking the spanks and being extremely turned on. I was even intentionally angling myself so that my clit would be rubbed, trying to over-power the spanks with arousal. But to my mismatch, every time I was just about to have an orgasm my husband would stop and wait for me to settle, then continue the spanks. My husband knew my body extremely well and could have told when I was about to have an orgasm.