Tonight, I will once again suffer through the pain an experienced, dedicated disciplinarian can deliver to the defenseless male bottom. I will spend the day in fear and despair at this inevitable event, and for the umpteenth time mightily curse the day I suggested to my loving Marrianne she provide me with a little direction and discipline. Take off your robe, John,” Marrianne said, and stepped up to take it from me. My cheeks clenched involuntarily at the certainty they were under the scrutiny of the two women behind me.

I stood in the corner for the next twenty minutes, although it seemed much longer, alternately quaking in apprehension and fighting down arousal. This scene came directly from my fantasy life. I was afraid reality would be more intense than fantasy, and I did not want to display the depth of my arousal by sporting a raging member to my wife when she (or Doris) told me to turn around. Somehow, I was certain they would not be in the least bit amused by such a display. I got to my feet and practically jumped to the corner. The temptation to rub my bruised flesh was almost irresistible, but I managed to keep my hands clenched tightly at my sides. When I returned to the sewing room, Doris was seated in the chair and indicated I should place the bag on the floor, within easy reach, at her left side. Taking my wrist, she guided me to stand to her right. The only prefect left on duty was Arthur Leslie Gregg (OC 957). 10 It appears that the prefectural system broke down in the summer term of 1912 as there were only two prefects appointed and the Log Book has no record of any punishments being given to miscreants. A “little reminder.” If only it would be that simple; but Doris never did anything in a “little” way. Oh no, when Doris reminded you, it left an impression that would last for a good long time. Doris enjoys her work; she puts everything she has into it, and everything she has is more than enough for me… way more.Spanking had been on my mind a lot, though, and on that fateful day a year ago in August, I got up the courage to suggest to Marrianne she might want to give me a good, sound birthday spanking that year. I’m sorry, dear,” I said, “perhaps you should identify what it is you would like me to take on, and I’ll try to do a better job of it.” The spanking I received that night was like nothing I imagined. Oh sure, it was initially arousing to find myself held helpless over the jeans-clad thigh of a younger woman, but when Doris went to work with her paddle, all arousal was forgotten. I see you are wearing your slippers, even though I told you to just wear your robe. Why don’t you take them off and put them in that corner out of the way,” she said, putting down her work and pointing the way. “One thing I have asked Doris to work on with you is your inability to follow directions. While you are at it, put your nose in the corner as well. I’ve read that is a good place for a naughty boy, or naughty man in this case, to wait for his spanking.” Throughout the following week, I tried almost constantly to convince Marrianne we no longer needed Doris’ services. I tried reason, demonstrations of a reformed character, assertion of my rights of authority as the husband, desperate and abject pleading. My wife met all of these with a calm, satisfied silence (although when I was most insistent, there was a distinct compression of the lips).

Haines, Neither Rogues nor Fools. A History of Campbell College and Campbellians (Belfast, 2003), p.82. Let me up. You can’t do this to me,” I protested. Doris then proceeded to demonstrate she could, in fact, do it to me, and she could do it with considerable effect, and do it for as long as she wished. After allowing me a few minutes to regain some semblance of control, Doris said, “I like to make the first session with a naughty boy one he will remember for a while, so there is no doubt what he experienced was true punishment. Your actions earned you extra this time, but I want to assure you that every time I come here, you will be punished. If you are cooperative and accepting, honestly try to learn from each session, then the punishment need not be as severe. I strongly believe, however, in most cases, true penitence and correction of the faults of a naughty boy only comes after real punishment. You are a naughty, willful man, but I know just how to handle your kind. Prepare to learn a much-needed lesson.” Well, it’s tradition, and it might be fun. And besides, I know I have been getting a bit on your nerves lately. You could take this as an opportunity to set me straight… to provide a little motherly direction and discipline.”I’m not your mother, John, and that tradition played no part in my upbringing. For that matter, did your mother spank you when you were little?” With my wrist in her right hand, Doris leaned over to open her bag and extracted a hard wood paddle with two rows of holes down the sides. She brought it up past my face to be certain I saw what was coming next. Several times during this ordeal, I pleaded with my wife to call a halt, to save me from this punishment. Marrianne continued to work on her blanket, and through my tear-clouded vision I saw no outward indication she was even aware of my presence. Doris thinks a regular program will be most effective in achieving the desired results. She should be here in an hour to give you your first spanking, or ‘discipline session’, as she prefers to call it.”