The Christian Discipline Diaries

The Christian Discipline Diaries

Dominic’s Diary

March 1996 – Suzzanne’s First Chastisement

What Actually Happened at the Holiness Church Parsonage

My diary is not available to anyone but me since it is kept on my computer at work.  I greatly enjoy letting everybody think that I am a dumb “Cracker” but I didn’t get to be the service manager of the largest Ford dealership in East Texas by being dumb.  Also, remember I correct Suzzie’s diary only for spelling grammar and a certain bit of style.  Not for fact.  I want her diary to reflect her perceptions and feelings.  I want those perceptions and feelings to change with time as she becomes a more submissive and obedient wife.  Her diary is the record of those changes.  My diary is more concerned with facts and my feelings.

Believe it or not, Henry Fisher’s first talk with Suzie and Martha’s chastisement took a little less than 20 minutes.  Suzie perceived it as lasting much longer.  She was right about the scene having a high degree of sexual charge.  You could almost smell it in the air as if it were a phermone-loaded perfume.  I have to admit that I was turned on to an almost unbearable degree.  Henry and Martha certainly were.  We sat in the kitchen from almost 9:30 until after 10:30 and I had Suzie brew a second pot of coffee.  We had enough time to almost drink that one down as listened to the moans, groans and shrieks emanating from the parlor.  The quiet Suzie mentioned was due to us listening so intently to the smacks and slaps.  It was more of a turn on for both of us since our imaginations were replacing visual evidence with fantasies that were undoubtedly much richer than reality.

Afterwards, when Henry and Martha met us in the kitchen there were a large number of subtle or not-so-subtle points that escaped Suzie.  She noticed most of Henry’s charge to her.  What she missed were the interactions between Henry, Martha and I.  She really missed it when Henry charged Martha into my care.  Henry stated that Martha should regard me in the same fashion as her husband.  Martha was to Submit, to me, Obey me, and be Disciplined by me as if I was Henry.  Or maybe Suzie did catch all of the nuances but chose not to record the most significant details in her diary.

Things went much the same way on the drive home.  First of all, Suzie sat in the back seat rather than the front – Martha sat up front.  Suzie records the instructions about removing her jeans and panties and the difficulties she had in accomplishing these tasks with her hands bound.  But she omitted what happened on the second half of the way home.  That was when I had Martha unlash Suzie’s hands and I instructed Suzie to remove her sleeveless top and bra.  These items of clothing were placed into the plastic bag that already held the leather strap and Suzie’s lower garments.  During the last two minutes of the drive home both Suzie and Martha were silent as Suzie sat naked in the back seat and Martha relashed Suzie’s wrists together.  Lucky for Suzie there was no traffic on that part of the road that morning and our house is a long way off the road so no one other than the three of us were to witness her final disrobing, binding and naked exit from the car.

Home Sweet Home

When I say we got home I don’t mean a Southern mansion out of Margaret Mitchell or Martha Stewart.  Down here we call it a “double wide” although when Suzie would get high and mighty she would call it a “premanufactured” home.  It was better than a cheap trailer but it was less substantial than I would have liked.  On the other hand it was all ours, without a note, and we owned the 10 acres of woods it sat on.  I had central air-conditioning installed and a porch added on the front.  With a little bit of landscaping the place really looked nice.  In any case, Suzie and Martha had little time to contemplate the house when we pulled up.  As soon as Matha sprang out of the car and let Suzie out of the back seat, Suzie was anxious to get inside.  Partly this may have been to conceal her nudity (I don’t know why, the nearest neighbor was almost a mile away and there as no way our house could be seen from the road) but more likely because five cups of coffee had taken a toll on her bladder.  But she wasn’t going to get off that easy.  First Martha had to be dealt with. 

“Martha, today, in this house you are the lowest of slaves” I started off with.  “You are to be silent and submissive.  Nod if you understand.”  She nodded indicating her comprehension and compliance with Henry’s earlier instructions.  “So, disrobe leaving on only your shoes and stockings” I instructed.  As Martha began to fumble with the small buttons high on the back of the collar of her bright blue knit dress, Suzie began to dance from foot to foot indicating her distressed urinary situation.  I gave her behind a hearty slap with my right hand.   “OK little girl, it seems like you can’t hold it, go and pee on that bush” I said indicating an azalea next to the porch just starting to show pink buds.  My blond wife, approaching acute discomfort squatted down and began to relieve herself.  Martha, on the other hand was now having problems with the buttons on the middle of the back of her dress.  Since she was under a vow of silence she could only pantomime that she wanted help.  I told her to undo the buttons on the sleeves of the dress and to remove her narrow, blue leather belt while she waited for Suzie to finish watering the azalea.  After Suzie had dampened a patch of ground at least a foot and a half across, she rose and unfastened the remaining buttons on Martha’s dress.  “GIRLS!, lets cut the dawdling” I commanded.  Martha slipped the dress forward over her shoulders and wriggled her arms out of the long sleeves.   She then worked it down over her hips and stepped out of the skirt portion.  Martha handed her dress to Suzie who neatly folded it and put it into the bag that also held Suzie’s jeans, yellow top, bra and panties.  Martha went and pulled her white satin slip over her head, which not surprisingly revealed that although she had refastened her garter belt after the activities at the parsonage, she had not added any panties to her attire.  I suspect that going without panties for the weekend was part of the Chastisement that Henry had imposed on her. 

Removal of her slip also revealed that the welts I had administered an hour and a half earlier were maturing into spectacular purple bruises that covered essentially all of Martha’s buttocks and upper thighs.  As she lifted her hands to unfasten her bra I noticed other things. At the bottom of her pubic triangle more than her labia were bruised.  I expected her pussy lips to be bruised since I had after all given her four good shots with the strap between her spread legs from the back, allowing the tip of the leather to soundly smack her pussy.  But her shaved mons veneris and middle pubis were thoroughly red and starting to purple up.  The hood of her clitoris must have been swollen to more than twice its normal size and her clitoris was now peaking out from the upper part of her vulvar slit.  I began to suspect that the slaps, smacks and shrieks we heard emanating from the parlor were not all love taps.  It looked Henry had been at work in the parlor with his belt after Suzie and I retired to the kitchen.  As the bra came off my suspicion was confirmed.  She tried to assume the classic Venus de Milo stance with one and covering the pubis and a hand and forearm over the breasts but my snapped command “Both of you, hands on top of your heads” quickly revealed that Martha’s ample breasts were crisscrossed with inch-wide red welts.  Henry had done a thorough job of making sure that virtually every blow had a teat as its target because the nipples were incredibly swollen.  Even the areolar skin around the nipples was one solid cherry-red swollen welt. And lesser welts extended out radially from the center of each breast forming a spider web patter of bruised and painful skin.  I now knew that the severe spanking I had administered at the Fisher’s house earlier that morning was only the start for a long severe weekend for Martha.  Things were now beginning to make more sense.   

First Lickin’ for Suzie

After Martha’s bra and garter belt joined the rest of the ladies clothes in the bag, I unlocked the door and the three of us entered, me first and the two of them standing just inside the door.  The two of them stood on the threshold Suzie with her wrists lashed together and both of them with their hands on top of their heads. The relatively dark room was illuminated only by the flood of light coming in the door.  I walked behind them and stood in the doorway assessing their relative merits.  The first thing you noticed was height, particularly since Martha was in heels and Suzie was barefoot.  Martha was relatively tall, perhaps five foot ten inches and had a classic hour glass figure with large breasts, a very narrow waist and slim legs.  Pear shaped would be a better way to describe the 5’4” Suzie who had a large butt, thicker waist and smaller breasts than Martha.  On the other hand Martha’s breasts were definitely pendulant.  Because of the way they hung down, the bra-less Martha was attractive while standing only when her hands were up, as they were now.  Those breasts could not only hold a pencil under them but probably a section of broom handle.  Suzie’s breasts on the other hand still had that smooth youthful round swell without any sag.  Martha’s nipples were normally nowhere the size of Suzie’s nor were they as protuberant and Martha had the merest rim of arolea.  However, right now Martha’s nipples stood out because of Henry’s earlier attention, red, swollen and looking as if they were so tender that just the breeze blowing over them would be excruciating.  The next thing you noticed was their hair.  Martha was a dark brunette and currently her long hair was wrapped into a tight bun.  Suzie was the opposite, a medium blond with her hair loose in a medium bob.  Now that I am establishing better control over Suzie, this will change.  I like long hair swinging free and to hell with practicality.  As Suzie noted earlier Martha’s mound was shaved.  I had gotten a good look at her backside during the final part of Martha’s spanking and I noticed that even her peri-rectal hair had been depiliated.  Since she was a true blond, Suzie’s nether patch was as yellow as that on her head, but I determined there and then that she should start shaving just as Martha did.  The last readily visible difference between the two was that Suzie’s thighs were thicker than Martha’s although at 26 years old the dreaded “cellulite” had not made its appearance.  Well Suzie, that just gives us all the larger area of tender skin to massage with the leather. 

I commanded them to “bend over, feet 30 inches apart, elbows on your knees”.  This gave me a view of their most critical differences.  Martha’s ass was ok (although spectacularly marked) and her genital region was now prominent because of her thinner thighs and recent abuse.  None-the-less her labial lips, although swollen, were smooth.  Despite having heavier thighs, Suzie’s genital lips were equally prominent because she had passed three girls out her vagina.  The stretched fourchette never gets rid of the wrinkles and redundant folds of skin.  Well, that’s the price we pay for progress.  I suspect that Suzie’s pussy will provide an interesting target. 

Prompted by that idea I removed my belt which I folded over in my hand.  “The entrance fee for slaves to come into the house is six.  No need for you to count.  Just enjoy in silence”.  First I stood in front of  Martha and gave her three between the legs from over the top.  I wasn’t particularly hard but I wasn’t particularly gentle either.  However, landing as they did on a sore and tender pussy, they made here dance.  Then I stood at Suzie’s head and gave her the first strokes of Chastisement I had ever applied.  Initially I gave Suzie four, two left and two right, just where the butt rolls over into the crack.  I figured that this was a different form of smack than her mom had ever given her.  I used comparatively little force so as not to prepare her for what was to come later.  Never-the-less she started each time and had to be coaxed back into grabbing her ankles.  Pastor Henry correctly predicted her response.  At this time I returned to Martha and forcefully gave her the remaining two right between the thighs.  All she did was flinch and hiss.  Then I returned to Suzie’s head and administered her remaining two right on the pussy lips.  Although the force was much less than in Martha’s case, and Suzie’s labia were not sensitized by a previous spanking and rogering, the effect was traumatic.  After the first she stood up, grabbed her behind and started crying.  “Bend Over!” I shouted with full force.  “You are a willful, wicked woman and deserve everything you have coming to you.  Stop your sniffling and resume your Chastisement position.”  She looked at me through eyes flooding with tears, snuffled but once again bent over. “Put those feet farther apart, spread those knees.  After all the evil things you have done and the way you have neglected the upbringing of your daughters I hope you don’t think that a few tears and howls are going to get you off.”  At this point because of the necessity of spreading her knees, I made her hold the insides of her calves.  Her relatively shorter legs meant that I had an excellent view of her fourchette from up above and I made use of it.  “WHACK” went my belt.  The blow was about half as weak as anything I had given Martha but the sound was greater because the belt was doubled over and therefore gave an internal slap.  It didn’t matter to Susie.  Up she sprang and ran around the living room howling as if I had applied a hot iron to the skin.  “Auuugh” she screamed and the tears ran down her cheeks. “I can’t take this, I can’t stand this, I will die”.  A command from me brought this nonsense to an end.  “Both of you assume the position of Submission before me”.  Martha immediately complied and after a few more tearful howls, so did Suzie.  I could see that Pastor Henry was right, bondage would be the only way to go with my wife until I had her properly trained for Discipline.

Two Wives in Bondage

Earlier this morning, while Suzie had been fussing getting her self and the girls ready, I had taken a low chair from the dining table, placed it into the middle of the 20’ by 20’ living/dining room that occupied the center portion of our long rectangular house, and placed a bag on the chair.  I now called Suzie, hands bound together and the unbound Martha to the chair and adjacent bag which held assorted pieces of rope and other sundries.  “Suzie, bend over the back of the chair and place your hands between the front legs of the chair.  Now, Martha, tie the ends of the ropes that lash Suzie’s hands together to the front chair legs and onto the bottom cross brace between the sides of the chair.  Suzie, shift up onto your tiptoes all the way.  Martha, tie her knees together.  Now tie her knees to the back legs of the chair.”  With all of this done Suzie presented a ready target, backside and thighs ready to receive the strap that I had broken in earlier in the morning on Martha.  However, one detail remained.  “Martha” I said. “Go over to the rope bag.  In there should be a blindfold.  Put it on Suzie.”  Martha did as she was instructed, shutting out Suzie’s view of the world and leaving her to contemplate her looming Chastisement. 

I had sometimes wondered about Suzie’s taste in furniture which ran to darkly stained heavy pine furniture but I had to admit that that chair would make an excellent spanking bench.  In our conversation the previous week, Henry had told me that the first time Suzie was Chastised she was like to kick and scream and buck like all get out.  In order to control the scene, I would need to secure her to a solid piece of furniture.  With Suzie’s feet up and away from solid contact with the floor, the heaviness of the furniture finally played a useful role.  I also had to admit that Henry had useful foresight in giving me Martha as an assistant.  She was not only knowledgeable and willing in her tasks, but the sight of her nude-except-for-blue-stockings, thoroughly-welted body truly inspired me.  Henry had provided me all the support and advice I would need to provide a thorough First Chastisement for Suzie.  Now to leave Suzie for a bit of contemplation prior to her spanking. 

Now to get Martha ready.  I placed a hassock at one end of the heavy pine coffee table that Suzie so loved.  It was a really hideous piece of furniture with a central section with base fully as long as its top, a central set of drawers and a heavily turned leg at each corner connecting the base and top.  However I would come to appreciate its merits this midday.   “Make your Submission” I commanded the tall burnette.  She knelt in front of me in the position her husband had taught her, knees slightly apart, resting her buttocks on her heels and hands clasped in front of her”.  Martha said, “I Obey you, I accept your Discipline, Chastise me whichever way you choose.”  “Very good” I said as I lashed her hands together with an eight foot piece of braided line “I will treat you as your husband has instructed.  Stand up.”  With her eyes downcast Martha silently and with surprising grace rose to her feet.  “Turn around” I said, then fastening a loop of a ten foot length of line around her waist.  “Sit down” I instructed pointing to the hassock.  Now I went over to the rope bag and brought out a second blindfold.  “Take down your hair” I commanded and with her bound hands she removed several metal clips from hair and put them in my left hand.  After tossing her head her dark brown hair billowed out well below her shoulders.  “Put on the blindfold” was my next instruction” and she complied by covering her eyes with it and rearranging her hair so that the elastic of the blindfold was under her tresses. “Lean back”.  This left Martha with her backside on the hassock and the rest of her back, from the small upwards, resting on the coffee table.  Her legs, with knees and feet together, dangled off the other side of the hassock.  “Hands above your head” I commanded and began to fasten the ends of the wrist rope to the legs of the coffee table.  “Schoouch up” I suggested and she moved up the coffee table until just the bottom of her buttocks extended beyond the other end of the coffee table.  At this point I passed the ends of the waist rope under and around the top of the table and secured it.  Thus she was firmly attached to the coffee table by waist and wrists. 

Now to expose her.  I attached six foot long pieces of line to each ankle and just above each knee.  Then grasping her by the ankles I instructed, “upsie daisy” and lifted her legs up and over until her toes were almost to her head.  Next I secured the ankle lines to the legs of the coffee table on either side of her head. Although this spread her legs a little, they in no way revealed her nether charms fully.  That was the job of the knee lines.  I put an overhand loop into one of the lines, passed it under the table and threaded the end of the other line through it.  Now I had some advantage with which to spread her knees and I made use of it drawing the line tight with reasonable effort.  Making it fast elicited a mild groan from Martha for as her knees were drawn out and down to the sides of the coffee table they forced her butt up off the end of the table.  There she was, butt slightly in the air and knees spread.  I remove the hassock from the end of the table, it was no longer necessary to support her thighs and the lower part of her buttocks.  “Enjoy that position?” I queried “you’ll have to maintain it for some while.”  This caused her to give out a slightly louder moan as she realized that she would be bound in this highly exposed and uncomfortable position for quite some time to come.  However Martha, I think, still assumed that she was going to have her perineum thoroughly spanked.  Not any fun, but she had been there before, certainly from her husband. I suspect she had also had her pussy whipped by other men at the Pastor’s command.  After a sigh, she settled herself down as comfortably as should could given the awkward position and passively awaited her fate.  She really didn’t expect what was to come later.

One thing remained yet before I started on the midday punishment of the two women.  I turned on all the lights in the living room, closed the door and went over to the closet.  Then I took out the video camera and tripod Henry had given me Friday after work.  I set it up, focused it on Suzie’s bottom and started it recording.