An Interesting Christmas Story

I love it when my readers send me their true stories about DD. Many of these are how they got started with DD, others are tips about DD, still others may be interesting experiences about DD. Of course not all DD is about . Other ways of pleasing your hubby and staying a happy wife and welcome too!

The following story is one sent me by SJ, who told me about the very creative way her hubby introduced DD into their relationship.

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My husband is a very creative man. He is constantly coming up with new ways to keep things interesting. In fact our DD started in a very creative way.

I stumbled on your site and others like it and had a short obsession with the topic. I shared it with my husband, secretly hoping he would take the initiative to suggest it, a thing I didn't have the courage to do. Time went by and I nearly forgot about DD. When Christmas time rolled around, I was really getting on my husband's nerves. I was edgy, nagging, and was spending way more than our budget could afford. My husband kept telling me to knock it off. As Christmas came closer, he began telling me that he wasn't going to put up with my attitude and spending, but I just ignored him. A few days before Christmas I wondered out loud, where my present was. He playfully told me that Santa doesn't bring presents to  girls. I playfully slapped him and went off to make a pie. I figured he had something special and he was keeping it till the last minute. I was right!

On Christmas morning I donned a pretty Satin Christmas Dress that I had purchased, against my husband's will, and padded into the living room. There was still no gift under the tree, but I did see an envelope for me on the tree. And in the my stocking, a wooden handle was sticking up. Just then my Husband walked into the room and said "Merry Christmas!" I was anxious to see what was in the stocking, so I ran over, and looked inside. I was dismayed to see it was filled with chunks of coal. I also pulled out a large wooden paddlee. "What's this?" I demanded.

My husband just handed me the envelope from the Christmas tree. I opened it and read the card: "Dear SJ, I was very sad to find your name on the  list this year.  girls don't get presents, they get s. Give the padle you got in the stocking to your husband and this sealed envelope. He will know what to do with them. I hope next year I will find you on my nice list again. Sincerely, Santa." there was a fat sealed envelope in the card.

Bewildered, and not quite remembering my earlier forey into DD, I handed him the envelope. He opened it and read it very carefully, keeping me from seeing it. Then he announced, "SJ, according to this list you have been very . Santa says I am to  you soundly right now." He quickly grabbed me arm and flipped me over his knee. Lifting my skirt and, removing my , he started  me soundly. "You've needed this all month!" he said. At first I tried to fight to get away, then I tried threatening him. When that didn't work, I begged for him to stop. But it wasn't long before I realized he was serious and gave in to him. Through my tears I remembered reading about DD and dreaming of having a strong man to take me in hand. I surrendered to his . I was a soundly  girl when He finally stopped  and began comforting me. 

After my , he opened my presents for him and then we went to my parent's for our family gathering. It was rather awkward trying to be normal while nursing a very sore  and wearing a short satin dress that suddenly seemed inadequate to hide the redness in my rump. But even though I was embarrassed, I was also bewildered to find that I was genuinely happy. I felt free like never before. No one at the family gathering understood why I was so giddy that day. My husband has never, to this day let me see the "letter from Santa," but it seemed to contain lots of "instructions." I got three more  that week, because of "Santa's orders" then at 11:00 pm on New Years Eve he took me over his knee for a full hour of . He said that Santa had ordered it to clear my slate for next year. He  hard enough to get me crying right away then eased up just enough to keep me miserable for the rest of the hour. In the last ten minutes he resumed  with a passion and I was total mess bawling over his knee. He counted down the last 10 seconds to midnight with a hard s w a t each second. When midnight struck he stopped . He held me and assured me of two things, 1: All was forgiven from that year. 2: This year would be very different, he would no longer tolerate bad behavior, instead he would apply the paddlle generously whenever I got out of line. Strangely enough, I didn't resist this pronunciation. In fact I was happy to hear it. To this day no one knows that I get s often. 

My husband is still quite creative, he comes up with lots of ways to reinforce our relationship. I'm still quite , and I find myself over his knee regularly. I don't really mind though. This has been the most wonderful year of my life! Our relationship has become so rich since we began DD; and the pain of a  hardly seems significant. I'm also becoming a much more thoughtful, respectful and wise woman, thanks to his leadership and paddlle.


This year I hope to be back on Santa's "nice" list. I have already seen some nice presents under the tree. But even if I spend Christmas crying over his knee again, I'm still truly thankful. 

All my love to my sisters in DD,

SJ :-)

Love and respect

I recently read a really good book called Love and Respect


This is a really good book. It does not promote DD, but it does explain what is at the basis of role differences. It explains from the Bible that Women want to be loved and men want to be respected, Exactly what we in the CDD movement promote. Check it out, it'll be worth your time!

Making of a strong marriage--poem

When my wife and were dating
We agreed on wifely 
With that agreement we wed
Knowing divorce was dead

After the wedding we went
To a place where we spent
Time for my lover to learn
Husbands make s burn

This all happened year ago
And now our relatives know
Ours lasted more than most
But still we do not boast

Instead we just stay together
Much like bird of a feather
We’ve weathered many a storm
With my wife’s bottom warm

A wonderful night!

I’ve got to brag on Hubby. He is such a wonderful, caring and romantic man! Much of what I write about is how wives can please their men, But for a wife to truly be joyful in serving, she needs to feel loved.

My hubby likes to come up with ways of keeping things interesting at home. Yesterday after we finished supper, I got up to clear the table and clean the dishes, as I always do. Hubby got up and took me by the hand and said, “Lisa, the dishes can wait, we have something to take care of now.” I gasped, and my heart began pounding as he led me by the hand to the couch and guided me to stand in front of him. As he began unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my  down, I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I’d done to get in trouble. I’ve really been a very good girl recently, yet here I was standing in front of him like a  girl, getting my   bared.

“H-have I been , s-sir?” I stammered, I didn’t want to sound like I was arguing with him, that that would make it worse, but I really had no idea why I was in trouble. Hubby didn’t answer, as he helped me step out of my underwear and jeans. As he began to remove my shirt and bra, my lower lip began to quiver, and I began to lightly sob, I didn’t think I deserved a , especially not a full out  spanking. But I knew that I had given him pre-consent to  me any way he thought best, so I just practiced submission.

Once I was totally , he made me kneel in front of him in the scolding position. “Lisa, dear, you know I love you, very, very much. And you know I’d do anything for you, right?” he began, in a typical scolding voice. 

“Y-yessir.” I managed.

Hubby paused, then said, “Actually, Hon, before we go on, go get your hair brush and bring it to me.”

My heart sank, I burst into tears as I dashed from the room to retrieve the hated implement of . As I grabbed the brush I glanced into the mirror. There I saw ma miserable   girl tearfully headed to her well-deserved , the only problem was, I didn’t think I deserved any !

When I arrived back in the living room I humbly handed the hair brush to my man, and he guided me over his knee, making sure my upper body was well supported by the couch. 

“Lisa joy,” he began as he gently caressed my upturned  . “I love you so much, and you have been working so hard and being so obedient and submissive that I think it’s time I pampered you a little. You’ve not been a  girl, in fact you’ve been a very good girl! So tonight I’m going to give you a full body massage!”  

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. To my surprise, I found myself gently but happily sobbing as he went to work on my body. I think it was all that tension from the lead up coming out. But it also helped me release all the regular stress from the day. He massaged me all the way from my head to my toes. I wasn’t keeping track of time but it was probably a full half hour. I was sooo relaxed. Then he picked up the hair brush and began gently swirling the bristles on my back and  then down my legs. It felt amazingly stimulating. Then he started all over and massaged my again. It was the best massage I’ve ever had. 

By the time he finished I had fallen asleep in his lap.  He gently carried me to our room, and put me in bed. When I woke up in the middle of the night, there he was lying there me!

In the morning when we got up I felt refreshed and we had an amazing time in bed together. When we were finally done. He began to dress for work and I went downstairs to prepare his breakfast. I expected to have a mountain of dishes with dried on food to care for, but to my shock, he had washed them too, the kitchen was spick and span! I didn’t even know he knew how to wash dishes, haha.

It's been a great day and I feel very loved! Hubby didn’t permit me any clothes today either so today I’ve been wondering if he has more plans for tonight. It’s been nice to walk around the house  today, with no fear of getting a  when he gets home!

So hubbys, if you’re reading this, take a hint from my man and make your wife really happy tonight! She’ll be thrilled! 

Making a sandwich?

Are you week if you make your husband a sandwich? Here's an article showing how feminists are completely intolerant of anything that even looks like traditional femininity.

http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2017/10/14/are-weak-if-make-your-man-sandwich-this-is-why-real-men-don-t-marry-feminists.html

Australian woman named Maddie who asked a Facebook group of 26,186 mothers whether anyone had some yummy alternatives for her husband's lunches, which she said she makes for him every day.

Now that's what anyone I know would call a nice wife.

But that's not what Maddie was called on Facebook. Instead, she was told she was nothing but a “slave” and a “1950s housewife." She was also “weird,” as no woman in her right mind would do something so demeaning as to make her husband lunch.

Read more here... 

I Am A Feminist

A friend sent these thoughts about modern feminism. Send me your thoughts at lisasjoydd@gmail.com

***I Am A Feminist***

So let me start by saying the one thing, that confuses everyone, "in the know", about my obedient lifestyle. I am a feminist. Please allow me to explain. 

Regarding the first wave of feminism, "suffrage", with the singular, fight for the right, to vote. If inmates are given the right to vote, regardless of their crime, I do not see more harm, in allowing, single, and/or widowed, mothers, to vote for their children's future, or their sick and/or senior parents' and family's future. That said, I am not political, and while I do partake in the act of voting, it is only "if", "when", and "for", whomever my Husband tells me to vote. 

The second wave, feminism, was categorized by bra burning, and allowing women to obtain, and maintain careers, and to fight against true injustices, such as rape and harassment. I've not worn a bra since my Husband told me not to, as bras, not only disfigure the breast over time, they also cause breast cancer, all for the sake of public vanity. My sweet Husband, refuses me that risk.

Regarding career choices, I do indeed have a career, as my Husband's wife. The pay, (being in a diamond solid, healthy, loving, joyous, and easy relationship) is far more rewarding, than any cash amount, anyone could pay me. 

Regarding the fight against rape and harassment, I am, of course, very grateful. I agree 101%, with the right to do as I choose with my body. It was entirely my choice, to hand over that right, to my Husband. While my Husband is welcome to use my body for his pleasures, that is only because I chose him to be my Husband. Both choices I have not regretted, even once, in the decades we have been together. I am honoured to be obedient to him, but I am certainly not obedient to other men, and these are the men that feminists, thankfully, fought to protect us from. 

The third wave, has for the most part, been about women encouraging the right to be treated exactly the same as men, which I do not relate to or agree with. As, feminists have, not only won the right to replace men in the workforce, they have also won the right to fight in the army, and won the right to bare b r e a s t s in public, as men bare chests. In Ontario, Canada, women have won the right to be completely topless, in any public place that allows men to be shirtless. What more can feminists fight for....to lose the "fem" in feminist..? Soon, the word "feminist" will be left to the pages of history books. 

... Or ... 

Will they have they left the term to us? Might we be the new feminists? Fighting for the right to be feminine again? They do have a wing, campaigning for men's rights. I do indeed love that, and I can stand firmly behind it. My opinion, is that we, the obedient wives, surrendered wives, stepford wives, and sub missive wives, are indeed, the new feminists. A feminist being categorized as a "one fighting for a women's right, to be whomever they wishes to be". My choice, is to be an obedient wife, why should it not be accepted as the next fight for feminists?

Rather than fight against those who have nothing more to fight for, I'd like to think that we will take the torch, and fight for the right to be obedient feminine wives. To choose to be obedient, without our husbands having to fear the social injustice, and judgments, made by those who do not know, or believe, that we chose to love, honour, and obey.