Only a Wish to Know

In the early years of my marriage, my husband confided in me a long-held desire: he wished to experience the discipline of a traditional spanking, reminiscent of the sort given to a wayward child. He found the notion of being admonished and placed across my knee both thrilling and deeply meaningful.

That very afternoon, at his request, I prepared myself as he wished and, for the first time, administered a proper spanking to my husband. It was a moment of trust and intimacy, and it became a regular, private ritual in our marriage.

While this practice became a part of our private life, I had no intention of introducing such discipline into our family unless our son’s behaviour truly warranted it. Occasionally, there were playful moments—a gentle pat during a game, a light tap in the midst of laughter—but these were always affectionate and never punitive.

The true discipline, however, remained behind our bedroom door. Over time, I became adept at delivering a firm and effective spanking, as my husband would readily attest. Though we experimented with implements such as a hairbrush or slipper, it was my hand that proved most effective and meaningful.

As for my son, he was a diligent student and a well-mannered boy. He never gave me cause to consider corporal punishment as a necessity. Our home was one of gentle guidance and open communication.

My husband and I were always careful to ensure that our private discipline remained just that—private. We never engaged in our rituals when our son might overhear or, worse, inadvertently witness them. This required patience and discretion, but it was essential for the harmony of our household.

One afternoon, as I walked home from the local shop with the mother of my son’s best friend, she confided in me that both our boys had received a detention at school for misbehaviour. Her son, she explained, had been the instigator and, as a result, she had reluctantly administered a firm spanking. She noted that his behaviour had improved markedly thereafter.

By this time, I was no stranger to the art of discipline, though my own “naughty boy” was a grown man. Nevertheless, I was taken aback when she revealed that, following her son’s punishment, my own son had requested that she spank him as well. She assured me that this was not the first time he had made such a request.

She had, of course, declined and advised him to speak to his own parents if he felt he deserved such discipline. I was surprised, as my son had never mentioned such a desire at home.

I pondered this revelation for several days, observing my son for any sign of distress or change in behaviour, but he remained his usual self. Seeking further insight, I reached out to another mother whose son attended the same after-school club. I inquired, under the pretense that my usual methods of discipline were proving ineffective, whether she had ever resorted to spanking and, if so, whether it had been effective.

To my surprise, she replied that she had indeed spanked her son, and quite firmly, believing that one sound lesson would prevent future misbehaviour. She reported that it had been effective, and her son rarely misbehaved thereafter.

She also recounted a recent, more playful incident. When her son made cheeky remarks in front of his friends, she threatened, in jest, to spank him. The other boys, my son included, encouraged her to follow through. She did so, and the boys found it highly amusing, with my son being particularly vocal in urging her to be firmer.

Then came another revelation: after witnessing this playful discipline, my son had again asked to be spanked. She explained that, after sending the boys into the garden, my son confided that he had never been spanked and wished to know what it felt like. As before, she advised him to speak to his own parents.

This knowledge troubled me. I was concerned that my son was seeking discipline from others rather than from me, his mother. Had he come to me, I would have gladly satisfied his curiosity, especially given my experience in the matter.

I resolved to speak with him, not in anger, but with understanding. I hoped he would express a simple curiosity, which I could address with a few gentle smacks, thus putting the matter to rest. However, the conversation did not unfold as I had anticipated.

The following Saturday, after my husband took our son and his friend to their club, I collected the boys at noon and brought my son home. I asked him to change and join me in the lounge, explaining that I wished to discuss something important.

When he returned, I calmly explained that I was not angry, but I had learned that he had asked two of his friends’ mothers for a spanking. I expressed my wish that he had come to me first, so we could have discussed it openly.

My son appeared embarrassed and avoided my gaze. I gently asked if he was uncomfortable discussing the matter with me, or if he found the idea of being disciplined by another mother more exciting.

He blushed but remained silent. I pressed further, asking whether he sought a playful experience or a true lesson, or if he felt guilty about something and believed a punishment would ease his conscience.

Still, he offered only shrugs and slight shakes of his head. I was disappointed by his reluctance to communicate, as I was offering him every opportunity to express himself.

At last, I took his hand and drew him close, embracing him gently. I assured him of my unconditional love and encouraged him to confide in me, explaining that I was only hurt that he had not come to me first.

I asked him to simply nod if he was curious about being spanked. He nodded. I reassured him that there was no shame in such curiosity and asked if he wished for me to spank him now. He nodded again, tears welling in his eyes.

I comforted him and asked if he wished for a playful experience or a more serious lesson. He shrugged, unable to articulate his feelings. Overcome with emotion, he began to cry, perhaps from relief that the matter was finally being addressed.

I allowed him a moment to compose himself, then explained that if he wished for a true lesson, he need only say, “Yes, please, Mother.” I warned him that a proper spanking would be thorough and might not be as enjoyable as he imagined.

He hesitated, then replied, “I want you to show me you care.” I explained that my love was unconditional and did not require such demonstrations, but if he truly wished for a lesson, I would oblige.

He then asked why I had never spanked him before. I replied that he had never given me cause to do so. He was quietly tearful, and I comforted him, suggesting that he take some time to consider his request.

He responded simply, “I just want to know what a spanking feels like.” I adopted a more serious tone and told him that if he was certain, I would grant his wish, but he must be prepared for the consequences.

He nodded, and I realised that I must now fulfil his request. I instructed him to stand before me, and I prepared myself to deliver a proper lesson, as would have been expected in a well-ordered household.

I looked him in the eye and confirmed that he understood this would be a true punishment, not a playful act. He nodded, but I insisted he speak the words: “Yes, Mother, I want you to spank me.” He complied, tears beginning to fall.

I took his hand, seated myself, and guided him over my knee, securing him as one would a child in need of correction. I anticipated that he would soon protest, but I was determined to teach him the lesson he had requested.

I held his arm firmly and began the spanking without preamble—firm, swift smacks intended to impart a clear lesson. He gasped and struggled, but I maintained my hold and continued, as a mother must when imparting a moral lesson.

He pleaded for me to stop, but I explained that discipline is not subject to the wishes of the one being corrected. He had chosen to experience a true lesson, and I was determined to see it through.

I continued until he ceased struggling and accepted the lesson, his tears flowing freely. Only then did I relent, concluding with a final series of firm smacks to ensure the lesson was complete.

I released his arm and allowed him to remain across my knee for a moment, then helped him to his feet