Twas the Night before Christmas--DD edition.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town

Her pleas could be heard as her  came down.

"Oh Santa, dear , don't spank me, I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"

But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that before
From many a bad girl with  so sore

As she wriggles and squirms 'neath his hand's hearty sting.

But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.

What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon see
Is that you should be  across Santa's broad knee

Till your sassy   is burning bright red!"
And with that, the old fellow did just as he'd said,

And proceeded to  her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,

And each s w a t, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,

Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.

Then, when she'd been hand- with many a smack,
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack

He produced a fine padddle of well-seasoned wood.
"Now, this is the thing that makes  girls good."

He remarked with a grin. "And I think you'll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!"

"Oh please, Santa! No more!" she cried in dismay,
But the paddlle cracked down without further delay,

And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.

Poor dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
For the paddlle descended again and again

Till her bouncing   was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.

But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,

And murmuring, "There, it's all over, my dear!"
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.

Then he exclaimed, "Well Miss, your sweet  so curved
Has had the sound  it so richly deserved.

From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain,
If you're good then I shan't have to  you again.

But if you are  - remember, my dear,
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!"

Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.

So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
With a song in her heart and her  aglow

As she slipped into bed, her hubby came in

slipped out of his costume and lay down with a grin. 

As he rubbed her sore bottom, the work of his hand, 

She snuggled in next to her big strong husband.

And she sensed that all manner of things were all right.
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night.

Author unknown.

Godly Submission

DD By Surprise--A testimony

Here's a letter one reader shared with me about how she got involved in DD.
Please keep your stories coming! my email is lisasjoydd@gmail.com

____________________Hubby's Jewel's Story__________________________________
My DD lifestyle happened quite surprisingly. My marriage was in shambles, due largely to my behavior and lack of my husband's leadership.  We hardly spoke, and were sleeping in different rooms. It seemed like only a matter of time before one of us would file for divorce. One day I my husband came home and saw me  our daughter. She had been been neglectful of her chores and then belligerent about it. After I was done and our daughter was crying in the corner, He asked me what she had done to deserve such a sound . I told her matter of factly. "Your daughter has been very neglectful of her chores. Today when I confronted her about it she got belligerent about it. I could see that she needed to be reminded of her place in this family. Any girl in this home who doesn't do her chores deserves a . But any girl in this house who is belligerent and disrespectful of authority deserves a very sound , and that's just what JJ got!"

Then next day, when BJ (Hubby's Jewel's husband) got home from work, He commented that he had to wear a dirty shirt to work because none were clean. pointing to a huge pile of laundry he asked how long it'd been since I'd done any laundry. It'd been quite a while, but I didn't admit that. Instead I flew into a rage and belligerently told me that I wasn't his slave and he could do his own laundry. After I ranted and raved for a bit. BJ Grasped me by the arm and began pulling me toward the couch. He sat down and before I knew it, I was lying over his knee. I screamed, "What do you think you're doing, let me up!"
But BJ held me down, "Now till you shut up and listen to me!"

I struggled to get free for a while but soon realized that I was stuck. Deciding that the moment he let me up I was going to go find a lawyer to file for divorce, I stopped fighting and said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"HJ, Just yesterday you told me that any girl in this household who doesn't do her chores deserves a . Well, It looks to me like you've been neglecting ALL your chores for months, maybe that's why our daughter thinks she can skip hers!"
"But..."I uninterrupted
"I'm not done, Shut up and listen!" he said firmly, "Everything's a mess: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, just look at this despicable carpet, and when was the last time you actually fixed a decent supper for us to eat as a family? Look, I work long hours and make a good living. All you do is work a part time job selling candles, Keeping the house is YOUR job, These are YOUR chores!! Furthermore, today when I confronted you about not doing the chores you got all belligerent and began ranting and raving at me in the most disrespectful manner. and to quote you yesterday, 'any girl in this house who is belligerent and disrespectful of authority deserves a very sound !' Well if a little girl should know better than to skip out on her chores and be belligerent toward authority, her mommy certainly should. I don't see how its fair that JJ gets a sound  for these misdeeds, and you don't."
"BJ, you don't mean..." I said frantically, "I'm not a child, I'm a grown woman, I'm your wife, not your daughter!"
"Yes, I do mean, and I know you're a grown woman, and I think a grown woman should be held to a higher standard that her daughter. so YES, I AM going to  you, young lady!"

I started to protest, but his hand crashed down on my  before I could get very far. "Ouch!!" I screamed. He  several more times, then he pulled down my pants and  noting that if JJ had to receive her  . At first while he , I was angry and vowing divorce. But as he held me there and lit a fire in my , A strange feeling crept over me. Somehow, I liked the feeling of having a strong man, putting me in my place. It was a strange feeling of peace. I suddenly felt a  feeling I'd never felt before, and it felt good. As his hand warmed my backside, I slowly surrendered to my  and began crying and apologizing. By the time he stopped, I was a tearful, snotty mess, but as he held me in his arms, while I cried, I buried my face into his shoulder and cried out all the tension that had built up over the years. I think I must have cried for an hour, and my BJ just tenderly held me. When it was all over I apologized to him once more and promised to be more respectful and diligent in my housework. He pulled my clothes back up and told me it was all forgiven.
We hugged for a little more, until JJ came bursting in the door, all excited about something. "Mommy, Mommy can I go..." But when she saw me teary eyed on her daddy's lap, she stopped short and asked, "What's wrong, Mommy?"
"Nothing's wrong, dear, Nothing at all." I said with a smile.
"B-but you're crying!" she pressed.
"Oh, JJ, Sometimes mommy's cry when they're really happy, and your daddy just made me really happy." Then getting up I added, "Come on, JJ, lets fix a nice supper to eat together!"
As JJ and I fixed supper, I just couldn't believe how great I felt. I felt like a new woman. And all I wanted to do was please my man. At supper time JJ remembered what she was going to ask when she got home. She had been invited to go on a camping trip with a friend. We agreed to let her go and BJ drover her over to her friend's house. While he was gone, I realized that we had a whole weekend to ourselves, and for the first time, I was excited about it. I dug around in the bottom of my drawer and found the skimpy nightie, I had worn on out wedding night. It was all wrinkled but I put it on anyway. Then I started to do laundry, making sure to wash his shirts and pants first. That evening we had a long talk about our relationship. I admitted that my  had had a strange affect on me. We agreed that from now on, He would be the man and I would be respectful, gt my chores done and obey him or else he would  me. That night we had fun in the bed for the first time in years. The next day he had me stay  as I caught up on the housework. Even though I was doing work all day, I didn't mind. I felt so bubbly and joyful I sang the whole time. Even knowing BJ was watching my   brought me joy. I made sure to do as much work within his eye-shot as possible. I knew it pleased him and I felt good, making him so happy. It also made me feel s e x y, something I had not felt in a long time. We had a wonderful weekend. By the time BJ left to pick up JJ on Sunday evening, the house was spotless, dinner was ready and I was glowing. As I put my clothes on for the first time since JJ had left, I sensed that a brand new life was beginning. And it did!

JJ doesn't know why her mommy and daddy are suddenly madly in love, but she has thrived under the new order of out household. We eat dinner together every evening, and she often invited her friends to our house (previously, she always wanted to got to theirs). BTW, the problems with JJ not doing her chores and being belligerent are all but gone now. In fact, I get more s than she does! Perhaps when she gets older and starts dating, I'll let her in on the secret of our happiness, until then I'm enjoying every minute.

Love,
HJ (Hubby's Jewel)

The Biblical Ideals of Submission

Let's Connect

I'd love to hear your story of how Domestic Dicsipline has benefited your life and marriage. I especially like hearing about how it began and your first time over his knee.

Interesting anecdotes, Bible studies and articles about DD are also welcome.

Email me at Lisasjoydd@gmail.com

Feminism is a cancer

Dicsipline Contract

My Hubby and I recommend that when you enter into a DD relationship you sign a Dicsipline contract. This helps the Husband feel comfortable, in this litigious society, taking the lead as he sees fit. Here is a suggested Contract. you can simply right click the pictures and select "Save Image As..." then print the two pages. Don't forget to initial the bottom of both pages.

This contract is written from the wife's perspective because she is the one who must be willing to surrender her "rights" to her husband. If you want to design a contract in which the husband makes promised to the wife, that would be good too, but it shouldn't be needed for legal protection.

PLEASE NOTE: This contract was not written by a lawyer. We take no liability for how well it will be received in a court of law.  So far, to our knowledge, it has never been tested in court. If you're very concerned you may want to have it notarized.