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afraid to hurt you

Many wives have the dilemma that they have come to accept th eneed for their partner to be spanked, BUT, they also love this person and do not want to see them in distress or pain.

Cindy is exactly like this, but is still slowly spanking harder and harder. However, only a tear at most from me when being spanked, and I know that many more could exist. I have tears at certain points of movies that have sadness, and even if I have seen the movie before, the tears comea t the exact same moment or moments in the movie.

That is the question, if you don't who will.

We could visit a professional, but that is an exorbitant amount of money, and truly wasteful from our point of view.

Thus, I will keep encouraging her to spank stronger, and more often, and try to please her enough that she is willing to take that very difficult step

What happens in your life?

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Bill gets paddled - a lot

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here she comes for that serious discussion she promised.

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Vivian was the mother of a daughter with Asperger's Syndrome whom she loved very much. She cared about her daughter and never felt better than when she saw her. But she had over time grown increasingly frustrated with the difficulty communicating with her daughter since she was autistic. Eventually she discovered that the best way for her to communicate clearly with her autistic daughter was through direct, clear words and the tangible communication of a paddle on her bare bottom. She bought a desk which had a sign reading "spanking desk" and a paddle which stayed on the desk with a sign that read "spanking paddle." Whenever she felt she was having trouble explaining something to her daughter she would grab her wrist tight, say "Come!" and lead her to the desk. Then she would quickly and firmly pull her pants and panties down, grab her wrists together, and roughly place them on the desk so she could feel it. Then she would firmly, crisply say, "Stick your buttocks out so that I can spank you!" enunciating each word clearly and a little slowly. Her daughter, sometimes already crying and always saying she was sorry, would obey. The Vivian would spank her with the paddle, giving her 30 swats while loudly saying "NO!" in a scolding voice with each swat. Then, while her daughter still was in position with sore, spanked butt cheeks she would clearly and calmly explain what she expected and why she had spanked her. Then she would say, "Do you understand me now? Are you listening now?" If her daughter said no, she would repeat with ten swats of the paddle on her daughter's buttocks and another round of questioning. Once her daughter said yes, she would put the paddle on the table, firmly stand her up, and pull her pants and panties back up. She would put her daughter's arms around her own waist, and hug her and kiss her. Vivian found that now, even at 23, and going to university, the best and most effective way to communicate with her autistic daughter was the structured, direct communication of spanking her with a paddle on her bare bottom. The spankings happened every three days or so, and her daughter had gotten used to life as a red-bottomed Aspergirl. She was even comfortable and open with her boyfriend about when "mom had to spank my bottom again," and bluntly told him that he could take her pants down and spank her bottom if he had trouble communicating clearly with her.

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Olivia was an autistic girl getting an embarrassing and very painful spanking with the wooden spoon. She had been told by her dad to do the laundry and had immediately gone to laundry room and started. But then, before finishing, a fascinating question about her special interest came into her mind and, leaving the laundry half installed in the washer had gone to her room and started looking through books. Suddenly, far more time than she realized having passed, Olivia heard her dad calling her. "OLIVIA! Come to the laundry room!" What she was supposed to have already done and should have just taken a minute, flooded back into her mind. Olivia got up, a pit in her stomach and her fingers and toes tingling. She trembled as she tried to not panic and walked to the laundry room. She knew her dad would not be happy and hoped he would just scold her. She already felt embarrassed and angry at herself. When she entered the room, the butterflies got worse- her dad was holding a wooden spoon! As soon as she entered the room, Olivia exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry Dad!" But it was too late, her dad told her to bend over hands on her legs. She obeyed, apologizing and already starting to cry, as he flipped up her dress and lowered her panties to her ankles. Then her dad spanked Olivia hard on her bare butt cheeks as she sobbed and wailed, screaming a few times. Olivia's bottom stung and burned terribly, as her dad just kept spanking and spanking and spanking. Her buttocks were sore, with dark red marks and bruises appearing, but the spanking continued. Olivia was very sore and sobbing uncontrollably by the end of her disciplinary spanking. Her dad had spanked her butt for a full ten minutes with the wooden spoon, not showing any sympathy to his daughter and her sore bottom. After the firm disciplinary spanking, he hugged Olivia and kissed her forehead, as she apologized repeatedly. Olivia quickly finished the laundry and went to her room, laying on her stomach, rubbing her still stinging butt cheeks, and burying herself in books. She didn't know why she couldn't have just finished the laundry and felt like she had deserved a spanking, just not such a hard one. But Olivia didn't know how to process why she got distracted from her chores or the fact that she got strict, severe spankings when she got distracted by her interests and neglected her duties.

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Extraordinary Ordinary Women #24-22-2

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Loving Wives #25-22-2

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