Reader's Submission: Singaporean spanked in Germany

Dear Readers, I present you the first spanking story post since my return from hospital. Its a story submitted by one of you readers. Seems some Singaporeans are taking a spanking beyond our sunny shores.

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Hi, I came across your blog while searching for spanking stories. First off, I would like to say that you have quite a pretty neat blog. Unique I must say though sadly there are no photos to entice more readers. At the same time, I am surprised that you haven't gotten much flak for having such a blog in Singapore. I am a 24 year old Singaporean lady living in Germany, married to a 40 year old German man, and we have been in a domestic discipline marriage ever since we got married in 2006.

Before I met him, I never knew a thing about domestic discipline, as a matter of fact I never got spanked before I met him. Even before we got married, the only times he did hit my bottom were those playful spankings considered to be part of foreplay.

Things changed when we decided to get married. He was moving back to Germany and we were too in love to be apart. Therefore, the talk of marriage came up. However, Hanz (my husband) then brought up the issue of domestic discipline. He had seen it in his parents marriage and others as well back in Germany and he felt it was what he wanted in a marriage. Now I must admit that the thought of being spanked our punished by one's husband did not help in making me feel enthusiastic about a domestic discipline marriage. But despite that, I guess I was already in a way the less dominant one in the relationship with Hanz. I mean firstly, he was older than me and then he had this manliness about him that made me totally let go and let him take care of me. But bottomline was, I trusted him. In the three years that we dated, I grew to realise that he was someone I could count on and would want to spend the rest of my life with. Therefore I agreed to give it a try. Nevertheless, Hanz kinda sensed a bit of apprehension in me and therefore proposed that we try it out before confirming it. He assured me that it would not change a thing about our relationship if end of the day I felt that it was not for me. So with that we announced our engagement and flew off to Germany.

The settling in was hectic and for the first few months nothing about domestic discipline was talked about. We were busy with moving in and Hanz was constantly ensuring that I was settling well. As Hanz's job was quite a high paying one, I didn't have to work. Anyway the plan was that I'd be a housewife anyway. So the time in Germany was to be like a trial for myself to see if I could fully embrace such domesticity.

Then one evening as we cuddled together on the couch with a glass of wine, I casually brought up the issue of domestic discipline. Hanz gave a slight smile and told me that it was on his mind but he just wanted to ensure that I had settled in comfortably. Aww that melted away any other reservations about entering into a domestic discipline contract (yes that is what its called here and yes there is a contract) with Hanz, and we agreed to discuss it the next day as it was the weekend.

The next day, Hanz sat down with me and discussed with me what domestic discipline was all about. He also gave me some links of resources to look through. The dreadful first introductory spanking gave the next day. Hanz hates role-playing and pretend so he gave me a spanking regarding a bad habit that i had – i always left the plates in the sink until it piled up even for a few days before i washed them. I was lazy no excuses about it. So over his knee i went. Now I must say, i always loved his firm hugs and grip. But it was that day that I realised how tough and firm his hands were. Although I had my shorts and panties on, I felt every single one of the spanks right from the very start! By the time he put me in the corner tears were already dripping down. I remember my heart sank when he told me then that he had given me a very light spanking as it was my first one. When he brought me back over his knee after the corner time, I started crying the moment he bared my bottom and even before the first spank came down. I guess he showed a bit of mercy that day for he only gave me another ten spanks on my bare bottom before he sent me to the corner once again. However, after the corner time he gave me a long cuddle and that soothed most of the pain that I had.

Unlike many of the other domestic discipline relationships, Hanz started slow with me and it was only after one month plus that the routine of domestic discipline swung in. Hanz started me off on three maintenance spankings a week – on Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. Each night during those days, I would be fully naked and kneeling beside the bed with my hands behind my back. When Hanz strolled in, then it would be over his knee for about three to five minutes of spankings. To be honest, it normally felt like it was 3 to five hours. After that, it would be prostrate out on the bed face down with pillows under my tummy to raise my bottom for ten strokes of the belt. Until today, I never fail to cry during maintenance. When we first began maintenance, Hanz warned that I was never to be late for my maintenance. I was late once for maintenance and he tripled whatever I got during maintenance. I never was late again.

In between those maintenance, there were the other punishments as well for various things and it would range from mild which would be a normal handspanking to severe ones which would involve a variety of implements.

Domestic discipline however did not change much of our relationship in fact I think it has made us closer. We got married the following year and we are celebrating our second wedding anniversary next year.