I'm an otherwise normal, college educated woman that loves to get spanked. I've been this way as long as I can remember, but never had an outlet for it until I met my husband who knows how to take me in hand. He came from a household where the father believes in spanking his wife and all of this is considered normal. In fact, my father in law gave my husband a paddle for a wedding present.

My husband spanks me once a week for maintenance. It relieves my stress and lets me feel my husband's strength. He believes in spanking me until I cry and although it hurts, I love it at the same time and always thank him for it.

Sometimes he disciplines me though. He had to do that just last week and it was humiliating. I had done something wrong while we were at his parent's house. He looked at me across the table and told me that I was going to be spanked when I got home. Although this is normal in his family, I was still embarassed.

Even worse, his father spoke up and told him that he should spank me right then. My husband agreed and took me into the kitchen where he told me to take down my pants and bend over a chair. I was so embarrassed because I knew his family would hear. I begged him not to do it but he told me that I was only making things worse.

I started to cry when he took off his belt -- he'd never spanked me with it before -- but I submitted and bent over. He gave me five swats for the initial offense and five for asking him not to do it. Afterwards he held me and then we went back to the dining room. His mother praised me later and told me she was glad that my husband had found a woman like me.