I’m not sure how it started originally. We didn't agree outright that you would occasionally discipline me. Rather one day it just happened organically. You put me over your knee and spanked my naked bottom with a hairbrush until it was burning and bruised. After that we had a sort of implied agreement: if I screwed up in a large way, I would be punished.

We are, for the most part, on an equal footing in our marriage. You cook, I clean, you sweep, I vacuum. But sometimes I can forget to take care of my half. Sometimes I let the dishes pile up. Sometimes I neglect to take the trash and recycling out.

Usually we resolve the issue with a quick discussion. However, on occasion it bubbles up to the point that talking alone won't solve it. That's when punishment comes into play.

So I knew before you even said anything that we had reached that point this afternoon. It was the clothes I had left sitting in an armchair all week, the recycling that was piling up in a corner, the bathroom which still had not been mopped despite it being my turn to do so. You had asked me several times, I had continued putting it off until later. Finally you reached a breaking point.

"Ben I need you to strip to your underwear and bring me the brush," you say, taking a seat on our bed. "We need to talk."

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Hi there, I'm hoping to find someone who wants to continue this scene with me. I'm hoping to incorporate a good deal of spanking, scolding, and any other "discipline" that you'd like to include. I want this to have a sort of mommy vibe, but without the weird incest thing. The tone I'm going for is firm but caring; disciplinary but loving.