How I (Sort of) Converted My Vanilla Husband
by JJ
(janejonesjj@yahoo.com)
First a little background. Hubby and I (hereafter called H) have been together for going on 24 years. When we met, my spanking needs were dormant and had been since the birth of my daughter in my first marriage. In fact, the urge for spanking didn't come back till I was in my forties and had discovered the Internet (January, 1995). So I knew right off the bat that I was dealing with a vanilla (non-spanko) husband and that I might fail. He's just not wired the way I am for such things.
Early on I was attracted to the idea of spanking for
discipline as much as for eroticism. In my early enthusiasm I did many things
wrong: I didn't give him time to think and pressured him, I was unclear as to
exactly what I wanted, and so on. He reacted by making fun of my needs or
being hostile about the whole issue. We tried to use spanking as discipline
for me and failed miserably, because we hadn't made a plan and in fact were
clueless. The whole experience turned him off to spanking for two long years.
He wouldn't spank me at all, not even as foreplay.
So, I tried to ignore and deny my urges. I tried to let
it go. Some of the time I was successful. But, not only was I not having my
need for spanking met, I was also not getting my needs for discipline met. I
was working at a stressful high tech job and, as a result, was not always a
nice person. We bickered a lot. Then we went through some stressful times
together, some mutual losses, and a cancer scare for him. Getting to the other
side of that began to change me. I had to keep working, but now I knew what
was important in my life, and it was my family.
So, I decided to change me. I decided I would give him
unconditional love no matter what. It's not an easy thing to do, and I wasn't
perfect at it. But I tried really hard. It became easier to do as I became
more practiced at it. I also went out of my way to do little things for him,
make him his favorite foods, not bug him because once again he left dirty
dishes in the living room, things like that. I tried not to reply in anger if
he snapped at me. As I toned down my critical side and turned up my loving
impulses, he began to respond positively. Things improved. But, even though he
would now spank me erotically whenever I asked, I didn't want a repeat of the
earlier discipline fiasco. However, I needed him to discipline me.
Finally, last fall, after a year of many changes that
ultimately saw us picking up stakes and moving over 300 miles (and a huge
cultural world) away from the place we lived for over twenty years, I was
ready to try broaching the subject of discipline again. I had been reading
about Domestic Discipline (DD) on a number of Web sites and began to see that
it could work for us. I started lurking on various egroups. Last year, just
before Thanksgiving, on the advice of a very wise woman on another egroup, I
went to him and said something like, "I need you to spank me. I need to
be spanked because I did X, and I am sorry I did X. Your spanking me for this
mistake would make me feel cherished and loved by you." I tried to put it
in the perspective of my needs in a positive way, and handed him a paddle.
To my surprise, he didn't ridicule me or act hostile.
Instead, he looked at me, said, "All right," and spanked me. When he
asked me at one point when he should stop, I said, "You decide when I've
had enough." So he paddled me a couple dozen more times (which I didn't
expect!), only really hard. I stayed bent over till he told me I was done, and
that was truly my first disciplinary spanking. It really hurt, so of course I
was pleased. It meant he was taking it seriously as discipline.
After this victory, I didn't do X again for a long time.
I tried to be the best, most loving wife I could. And he responded! I was
still asking for my DD spankings, but he began to approach them more willingly
and even seemed eager. At one point around Christmas, he commented that I had
been so very good he couldn't think of a reason to spank me. Ah, now he was
thinking in terms of him telling me when I needed to be spanked. Another step
in the right direction!
Ultimately, the success we've had with this has been
largely because I have not pressured him, I have stated my needs clearly and
didn't act up or pick fights in an effort to get spanked, and I have been
happy to go at his pace. And I was still working on being the best, most
loving wife I possibly could. I began to defer to him when certain decisions
needed to be made. I did lots of things for him without being asked, and
offered to do even more. In short, I treated him as if he were the head of the
household (HoH), whether he wanted to be or not. I treated him with respect. I
did things his way whenever I could. I wasn't a doormat or a Stepford Wife. I
simply did things that I knew would make him happy and make for a harmonious
household.
I think our success has been because it has been a
wonderful spiral of love: me being disciplined, then behaving better and
treating him with respect and love, then another discipline session, after
which I would become even better. And I know he noticed that spanking made me
a more loving, more attentive wife and a nicer person, and that bit of
positive reinforcement helped a lot in making him see the sense of DD. In the
past two months, he has actively taken a role in disciplining me, and not long
ago I finally saw The Look. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am that he
sometimes (not always, just sometimes) tells me when I need to be spanked, and
follows through. (I still have to ask over fifty percent of the time, but
that's all right with me. He'll never be 100% HoH and I accept that. I love
him for who he is.)
He also converted to the point that he now gives real
discipline spankings. Oh, boy, does he ever! I think things will continue to
evolve in that direction. Who knows, maybe someday we'll be at the point where
he initiates nine out of ten spankings. Practically all of my spankings these
days are for discipline, and I prefer it that way. And we haven't been this
happy in years!
So, to sum up:
Well, that's it. Good luck with your own conversion.