Boxers or Briefs?

First off, let me state that as far as I am concerned there is a reason that underwear manufactures make so many different kinds of underwear for men.  You have boxers, briefs, boxer-briefs, bikini briefs, thongs (yes I am sure there are some men who wear thongs) all in a variety of colors and fabrics.  When I was a kid everyone wore tighty whities except for old men and fat kids who wore boxers.  Funny how times have changed and it is great that today there is a lot of variety to choose from.  Whatever type of underwear you choose for yourself is absolutely fine and you should not be embarrassed or ashamed of whatever choice YOU make even if that choice is ridiculous.  If you need a laugh check out these 9 ridiculous underwear designs at the following website.

http://www.underwearexpert.com/2013/04/9-ridiculous-underwear-designs/

So this blog is not about boxers being better than briefs or that tighty whities are for losers.  This is about the choice of underwear that I get to wear being made for me.  As you know by now if you have been reading along, I had a preference for boxers.  Yes I will admit that that decision was influenced by the consensus opinion that briefs are not cool and boxers are cool.  I already felt a little "awkward" and "geeky" when I was a teenager and felt I needed all the help I could get.  Perhaps in some twist of irony you need to be really cool to get away with wearing tighty whities and I was never that cool.

I felt like I was "tricked" into making the switch to tighty whities by my then girlfriend.  As we continued to date and began fooling around more and more in what I now call our "pre-marital foreplay." My girlfriend made it clear there would be no "pre-marital sex" and I was glad that in her definition sex only included "intercourse."  I found this kind of play rather enjoyable as it was certainly better than me just jerking off alone.  So far our play had consisted of exploring each other's naked bodies, but we were never naked at the same time, as well as masturbating each other, but again, never at the same time.

One day she suggested that we should try to masturbate together.  I though this was an interesting twist.  She explained that she just wanted to make sure that we were careful to keep my "products" away from her vagina (she was not on birth control at the time).  In order to "maintain the separation of powers"  (yes that is the exact term she used and I found it both humorous and interesting) I should wear underpants to help contain my sperm.  I figured, OK, that sounds like it would work for me.  She then brought out a bag that contained a package of 7 Hanes white briefs.  She explained that I should put on the briefs as they would help contain my ejaculation better and that plain white briefs could be easily bleached and cleaned.  It was a logical proposition and she made it while I was facing the opportunity to mutually masturbate with her so I agreed.

So I undress and put on the brand new clean white briefs.  They felt strange on me after years of wearing boxers and while I felt I looked ridiculous in them I didn't care as it was just me and my soon to be naked girlfriend with me.  She undressed but kept her panties on so there was an "extra" layer of clothing.  We laid down next to each other and after some kissing, cuddling and caressing she eventually reached inside my briefs and I reached inside her panties.  We tried to time it so that we went at the same time, but she actually went before me and then I went about 30 seconds after that.  She carefully pulled her hand out of my underpants and I pulled mine out of hers.  She asked me to lay on my back and she would be right back.

She went into the bathroom and I heard the water running and she washed her hands.  She came with a wash cloth then slowly peeled my new undies off then proceeded to wipe me down with the washcloth.  I found that attention to be very enjoyable.  She patted my dry with a towel.  Then she grabbed one of the other pairs of briefs and was about to put them on me when I spoke up and asked her for my boxers instead.  She smiled and told me I should put these back on so we could be ready to do it again spontaneously.  I considered this for a moment then agreed.

So I quickly learned that if I was with her and wearing boxers there was no activity but if I was wearing briefs then we often fooled around either mutually of at least she jerked me off.  In fact there was one time when I had brought her to climax but when she went to return the favor she discovered I was wearing boxers so she just gave me a kiss and said, "maybe next time."  Well of course, like Pavel's dogs salivating at the sound of the bell I began to make sure I was always wearing briefs when I was with her.  Eventually she bought me more and slowly but surely I had been tricked into switching to briefs.   I now wear then almost exclusively in that it is really the exception to the rule (see The Doctor Will See You Now to see what I mean.)

Anyway, like I said, boxers or briefs?  The choice is yours or in my case the choice was hers.  Why she wants me to wear briefs beyond what she has told me; cheaper, easier to clean, etc.  I really don't know.

Now in my next post I will tell the story of how I was first "punished" by her.  Not a spanking but some other sort of punishment as this relationship develops.  Thanks for staying tuned.

Show Me Yours And I Will Show You Mine.... Later.

I continue in this post with some more stories from our dating years to help readers understand the dynamics of our relationship.

As we continued to date and get to know each other, our relationship did begin to become more intimate. At the time my girlfriend had already indicated that she wished to remain a virgin until marriage but I was unsure how far she would go before we crossed the line in her head.  In someways, looking back on it, it was kind of exciting and interesting how she would slowly "up the intimacy level" but it was always she that would decide how far we would go.  So even long before that first spanking it was clear that she would be setting the standards for what was acceptable and unacceptable behavior.  I had just assumed at the time the consequences for failing to meet the standards would have been termination of the relationship.  I never would have expected the consequences to be a bare bottom spanking.  

I remember the first time we moved beyond kissing.  It was a day just like any other day (well Saturday to be exact, but you know what I mean.)  We spent the day out hiking in the woods and when we got back to her apartment she suggested we both take showers and wash the sweat off of us.  She went first while I watched some TV.  She came out dressed in jeans and a T-Shirt then sent me into take a shower.  I finished and came out in a pair of sweat pants and a T-Shirt.  I then sat down next to her on the couch. 

Now the two of us both smelling clean and fresh started with the hugging, kissing and caressing and other totally PG rated activities.  After a while she stood up looked down at me on the couch, smiled and asked me to follow her to the bedroom.  Well my penis immediately became rock solid (it was already at half-staff from all the kissing) and my heart started pounding in my chest.  Was all this virgin talk just BS to see if I would stick by her side.  I followed her to her bedroom and my eyes were glued to her buttocks in her tight fitting jeans.  It was all happening so suddenly that I was besides myself with lust.  We got to the bedroom and she asked me to lay down on the bed so I did. 

I laid on my back on her bed and propped myself up on my elbows.  My penis was pushing up a tent in the front of my sweats and I blushed with the sign of my obvious excitement at these turn of events.  She sat down next to me just at my waist and without hesitation she reached out and gently grabbed the bulge in my pants.  

"And just what do we have here?", she mockingly asked.   I had no idea how to respond to that.  I was at this point still a little embarrassed about the size of my genitalia that I wasn't sure if she was making fun of it or just being playful.  I really had no response and I am glad I didn't try to say anything because I am sure it would have been something stupid.   I just looked at her and gulped as she gently squeezed the bulge in my pants My heart pounding and my penis throbbing unsure of where this was all leading. 

"I think we have been dating long enough that it is time I took a look at what you have between your legs.  Lay back  and let me take a look at you."

Excited by the sudden escalation in our relationship I laid back and enjoyed the attention I was getting.   She released her hand from the bulge in my pants and placed her hands on either side of my sweatpants and slowly began tugging them down.  My heart raced in my chest as my sweat pants slowly began their descent down past the bulge, down my legs past my knees, to my ankles and finally all the way off.

I shudder at the sudden and unexpected exposure as I now laid there in my boxer shorts (yes still in boxers at that time) which were tented up just like my sweats.  Again her hands moved and she gently squeezed the bulge in my boxers and this time I felt the heat from her hand with only the thin material of the boxers between us.  She then peeled my boxers down and left them at my knees.  I laid there eye shut waiting for her hand to return to my penis and feel her bare flesh on my throbbing erection, but it did happen right away so I slowly opened my eyes.

She sat there starring at it and when she saw my eyes opened she looked at me and smiled.

"You have a cute penis, I like it."

At first I was embarrassed by the word 'cute' in that I always associate that word with the word 'little' but I nonetheless swallowed hard and said, "Thanks",  my voice creaking with nervousness and excitement wondering what would happen next.  I stared at her crotch imagining what she must look like and I suddenly felt a strong desire to reach out and start unbuckling her belt but I hesitated waiting for a signal from her as to what we were supposed to do next.

Her hand slowly started moving towards my crotch but instead of grabbing my penis she placed it on my leg then slowly started moving it up and over my belly then slowly down into my pubic hair but stopping just short of my pulsating penis.  I squeezed my eyes breathing in and out slowly while my heart pounded in my chest.  Her hand then began moving again but it was heading back up my belly and under my shirt to my chest.  She leaned over and kissed my very passionately on the lips and then without warning I felt her other hand gently touch my throbbing penis and I gasp at the unexpected touch.   She released her lip and leaned back up.

She gently squeezed and stroked my penis then reached down and took my testicles in her hand closed her hand over them ever so gently, not so much to cause pain, but perhaps to make me feel weak and vulnerable before her.  I remain very still in this compromising position and waited until she released her grip and moved her hand away.

She spent about the next 5 minutes exploring the front of my body and then once again leaned down and kissed me then stood up and told me I could get dressed and she would go make dinner for us.  She then turned and left leaving me overexcited and amazed that this all ended so quickly without me so much as getting a chance to place my hands on her.   Part of me just wanted to grab my penis right then and there are stoke it until I had an orgasm, but eventually the erection went down with the disappointment that all the attention it was getting just suddenly ended.

I finally got dressed and went into the kitchen where she was making dinner.  I swallowed hard and walked up behind her placed my hand on her shoulder and when she turned to face me I leaned over and gave her a nice open mouth kiss on the lips.

When I leaned back up she smiled at me and asked, "So did you like that?"

"Kinda", I replied, "when do I get to do the same to you?"  I asked.

"When I am ready",  She replied.  "If you don't want me doing that to you I understand, but I am not ready for you to see me naked yet.  Do you want me to not do that to you again?"

"No, I guess its OK.  I was just wondering that's all."  I replied.  In spite of the fact that I was sexually frustrated, I reluctantly had to admit that this was already farther than I have ever gotten with a previous girl friend.  It was clear she was teasing and testing me, but it was also clear that we got along so well.  We really enjoyed each others company and we really cared deeply about each other well being.  The relationship felt good and wholesome and it was also clear that while she wanted to remain a virgin to marriage it was also clear that she was not a prude and that there was going to be some fooling around.  It was almost like our dating and engagement was going to be month long foreplay before the intercourse that would come once we were married.  I was not totally against the idea.

I went back to my apartment later that night where I stripped down completely naked and started to jerk off. Once it felt like I was getting close to orgasm I stopped and laid there my whole body tingling and I imagined her standing over me fully clothed and telling me "not yet."  I laid there for about a half hour not touching myself before my erection finally went down.  I decided to wait a little longer to see what would happen the following night when we got back together.  It was 3 days before she explored my body again.  A few days after that she was once again exploring my body but that time, she had me on my stomach as she explored and at once point even went so far as to press one of her fingers up against my anus.  Eventually she would insert a finger into my rectum and pretend to check my prostate.  

It went on like this for about 5 weeks before I was finally allowed to explore her body.    When I was allowed to explore her body I had to keep my clothes on and when she explored mine she kept her clothes on.  This went on for about 5 more weeks before the first time she brought me to orgasm, but it was later that same day when I had brought her to her orgasm.  Our relationship had definitely progressed to a deeper intimacy.

I know this story doesn't talk much about spanking but I now look back and realize how she was creating a leadership role for herself.  She was not being mean, cruel or inhuman and I actually did enjoy being teased like that and it made our activities exciting.  I want to share one or two more anecdotes before I get to that first spanking.  One is the day she made me switch from boxers to tighty whities.  The other is the first day I feel like she "punished" me although not with a spanking.  I think these will both help you to understand the complete picture of how our relationship developed and what my mindset was the day I first got spanked.

As always, comments are welcome and appreciated.  If I feel that my audience has lost interest, I may just stop writing so  please take a moment to comment, even if it is an anonymous comment just so I know that if I continue to write it will be read by an appreciative audience.  

The Doctor Will See You Now.

If you recall from the "Friends Visit and Talk of Underwear" post I was concerned about wearing my briefs to my upcoming physical.  My wife tried to convince me I was being silly and I was expected to wear my briefs to my physical exam.  Well I had my physical exam yesterday and I wanted give just a quick note for those who may be curious, I chickened out. I purchased boxers the day before and wore them to the doctor's appointment.   This isn't an actual picture of them, but this is what they look like. I actually think they look pretty good.

My wife never found out and like I said, I don't think I would have been spanked for that, she is not the kind of wife that goes looking for excuses to spank me.   She would however, make me feel silly for being so embarrassed about it.  While I haven't yet discussed the details of this yet, this would be one more character flaws that she says I have which lead to the reasons for me being spanked and why she gets to spank me and not the other way around.  Again, I didn't discuss the details yet and want to make sure I take the time to explain it correctly, but there are reasons why she says I need to be spanked by her.  So I guess a little hint of things to come.  Not wearing briefs to my appointment is not a reason for me to be spanked, but the character flaw it reveals is the reason I have to be spanked when I commit offenses that are spank-able offenses.   I know you know what these look like, but decided to post the picture anyway.  Again, this is not of me, but this is the type of underwear I wear now and the picture looks pretty close to the way I would like in my briefs.   I shudder just looking at this and imagining this was me waiting for the doctor.   

Don't tell me I am being silly or stupid for feeling this way, we can't help to feel the way we feel and even though the intellectual part of me said it shouldn't matter the emotional part of me said it does.  To me tighty whites imply either "little boy" or "old man" and I guess I don't want to see myself as either.  It is OK that my wife has convinced me to wear them normally, but I don't see why I can't have boxers for those few occasions when I need to be seen in my underwear.

Anyway, I did start writing about a few more incidence during our dating years and I hope to finish them and post them in a few days.  I haven't yet started writing about the first spanking yet, but I will. 

I wanted to let everyone know that in the interest of full disclosure I will be taking some artistic liberties with the next few stories in that while the facts of the story will be true, I have decided to add details to the stories that may or may not be 100% accurate.  My intention is to relate the story as best I can remember it, but I want to provide colorful details that I just simply do not remember to make the story more interesting.  For example, I will remember she pulled down my pants, but I might say she unbuckled my brown belt and pulled down my red pants.  I may not remember what color pants I was wearing, but adding that to make the story more interesting doesn't change the fundamental truths of the story.  

Just wanted everyone to know that a head of time.  I hope to be posting these stories soon.  

A "Little" About Me

As I start getting into more details about my history I realize that some people will want to know about me and my wife physically.

While given the nature of what I am discussing I have strong desire to remain anonymous, but I suppose some details are in order to help put some of the future posts into perspective.

First off, I do not consider myself 'well endowed'.  In fact I used to consider myself 'small' and was very embarrassed about the size of my genitals.   This is where the internet can come in handy.   I would search on penis size and after careful research I came to the conclusion that I was indeed below average in the size department, but not as far below average as I had originally thought.  When you search for and find real pictures of real men's penises the truth comes out.

Now that said, I would measure and remeasure my penis until I came up with what I thought were good measurements and came up with the following:

Flaccid length 2.5" Flaccid circumference 3"

Erect length 5.3" Erect circumference 4.1"

If you are obsessive over such things there is a website where you can go to compare yourself with other men called

http://www.thevisualiser.net

You can enter your measurements and the site will generate a pretty good visual representation of you penis size and compare it with other members (I just realized how funny that is "members").  I would have though that some people might exaggerate the size of theirs but apparently there is a way to send in pictures of your penis and be certified by the site owner.  I didn't do that so I guess I have an unverified penis.

Anyway, I am not sure if the following picture makes me feel better or worse but the below picture is the computer generated comparison of my penis to an "Average" penis.  Mine is the one on the left and it is a pretty good representation of what I look like.  The one on the right is the "Average" penis.  I am not sure if this picture makes me feel better.   I am definitely smaller, but not as bad as I would have imagined.

Anyone who is interested in how they stack up should check out the site.  So this puts me slightly below average and I will tell you while I have seen some pretty big ones on the internet I have also seen some pretty tiny ones, so I don't feel all that bad.  It does look like mine is a much thinner than average even though the length is average.  In addition, it looks like most of the small penises I see on the internet are from fat people where probably a good portion of the the penis is buried in the fat.

Of course this was reassuring to me because in my mind this is what I was expecting.

So I guess my real penis isn't that much smaller than average.  So when I get a visual of what my real size to a real average I felt a little better.  Apparently the fact that this site exists shows me that I can't be the only one who is obsessive over his penis size.

 I also noted that while my erect penis seems to be only slightly below average my , my flaccid penis appears to be real tiny and small and can get to even less than 1" when cold (SHIRNKAGE!) and my scrotum can be draw up real small and tight up to my body.  There are tools on the site to make these comparisons too so you can go to the site and play what if like I did above.

As for non penile dimensions,  I stand about 5'4" and weigh about 130 lbs.  So yes I am on the small side overall.

Now my wife, stands about 5'6" so while she is technically taller than me, it is not by so much that it gets noticed. Even tough she is not reading this blog I wouldn't dare to post her weight even if it was anonymous.   She is very muscular, has relatively small breasts, tends to work out a lot and is physically stronger than me, but she is not butch or tomboyish at all.  While we do enjoy bike riding, hiking and other outdoor activities, she also can be very gentle and sweet and very feminine.  She like flowers and crafts and all those girlie things and while she enjoys outdoor activities, she is not much into watching sports.  She will wear jeans and t-shirts but is also not against wearing a nice dress or blouse when the occasion calls for it.

Now, why did I spend a whole post talking about my penis size?  I wanted to share my concerns about my perceived tiny penis as this insecurity became a factor between me and my wife (girlfriend) at the time as we started to become more intimate.  My feelings of inadequacy about my penis size, while mainly unfounded, may have left me open to feelings of inadequacy in other areas so that when I first had to be spanked by her I ultimately had to submit to it in spite of the strong protest and resistance I put up at the first spanking.

I will continue to provide more background as I think it helps in understanding where I am today.  I hope those few of you who have already discovered this blog remain patient while I work through these details and get to the more interesting parts of the story.

Again, please post a comment, even if it is just a quick "Hi."  I just want to make sure there is interest before I spend a lot of time writing this all up.

Once Upon A Time.

Well, with the first two posts I had jumped into the present and I ranted on what was on my mind at the time.  I now decided to settle down and give a little history of how I got to where I am today.

I will start back when we were dating.  We had been going out for a few weeks and had just come back from a dinner and a movie when she invited me into her apartment.  We sat down on the couch and said she wanted to speak with me and have a serious discussion.

She then told me that she was a virgin and that she intended to stay that way until she was married.  She said she was telling me this because so far she really liked me and that she saw a deeper and stronger relationship developing and that we would probably become "more intimate" with each other, but if I was expecting to have intercourse with her, that was not going to happen.  I must admit that the conversation caught me by surprise and in some ways it was refreshing to see that there were still young woman who felt this way.  At the time, I was still a virgin too, but for me it was not because I had any strong conviction to remain pure until my wedding day, it was just that to date I had been unable to find a woman willing to let me go all the way with her.  I gulped and realized that I could be truthful with her and tell her I was still a virgin, but not necessarily let her know why and perhaps she would respect me for it.

So I asked her, "would you believe me if I said that I too was still a virgin?"

She replied, "Are you?"

"Yes", I said.

"Why would you think that I would not believe you?"

"Well," I paused tossing the words in my mind, "it just seems like no one our age is a virgin anymore.  It seems like everyone has done it by now."  I immediately regretting using the phrase 'done it' but it seemed to go unnoticed.

She smiled and said, "That is exactly what society wants you to believe.  There are a lot of people our age who are holding this back until they are married.  Yes, there are lots of people who have 'done it' by now, but there are just as many who a willing to wait so that when they do 'do it' they can know that is something truly special that they are sharing with each other."

She then leaned across and gave me a kiss on the lips.  She looked up into my eyes placed a hand on my cheeks and kissed me again only this time I felt her tongue pressing its way gently into my mouth.  She smiled at me and said, "like I said, I want to become 'more intimate' with you.  Just want you understand that it will not include intercourse.

Well, given my past history with women I saw no reason to argue over the offer.  Even kissing was more action than I was getting with my hand at night, so I smiled and just said, "Understood."

It was a sweet an innocent moment in the dating life of a young couple, but looking back, it was probably also the first hint that my then future wife would be gently molding my behavior and when I failed to respond to that gently persuasion she would resort to more punitive methods.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch kissing and cuddling and I left with a raging hard on.  When I got home I stripped completely naked and slowly stroked my self to orgasm while I relived the kissing from the evening and I found it one of the better jerk off session I had in a while.  It was then I realized that having an emotional attachment to someone beyond the physical attraction that I would get from watching porn made for a more intense experience.  I wiped myself up put my boxers and t-shirt on then went to bed.  In spite of the good release I had before bed, I woke up with a morning boner as thoughts of her came back into my head.  Of course you know how this story turns out, but even for me at that time I had the thought that I was probably going to marry this woman someday and it would be worth waiting for that day to have intercourse. Until then, jerking off was going to feel really good.

A Friends Visit And Talk Of Underwear

I just finished re-reading my own first post and realized, that it really reflects what was on my mind at the time and I  failed to give the story of how I got here in the first place.  I think it would be helpful to those who have stumbled onto this blog to have the history here as it may help them understand how I got to where I am.  It will take some time to write all that up and I will probably do it over a few posts, but while you are waiting for me to write all that up I figured you needed an up date so I decided to post a quick update of what happened since my last post

My wife's friend came over and I was on my absolute best behavior. While I was nervous and scared the whole time the visit ended without any spanking private or otherwise. While I realize many of the men reading this would probably be disappointed that I was not spanked in front of my wife's friend, I for one am very relieved. I was terrified the whole visit and walked on eggshells to make sure I didn't do anything even remotely naughty. My wife praised me at the end of the visit and said, that is the kind of behavior she expects every time her friend comes over. Like I said, the thought of being spanked in front of her friend was unbearable for me. I know some of you would have enjoyed it, but not me. I really don't want to be spanked in front of her friend. Actually, I don't want to be spanked at all.

 I don't enjoy being spanked by my wife, get no sexual satisfaction from it like some of you do and I do everything I can to avoid getting spanked. It does not appear my wife goes out of her way to find excuses to spank me, does not do "maintenance" spankings like I have read about. My spankings are few and far between and when I do get them they hurt, but they are not brutal. Because this was not sexual or role playing, I presumed that this was not consensual, but as I thought about it I came to realize that while I was truly being punished and hated it, I did accept it. So while this may not be a choice we made together I guess you can say that I have granted a passive consent and I either need to continue to except her as head of household or leave her. Right now as long as the spankings seem to be fair and just without excessive abuse I guess I have no choice but to accept my role. 

Now just in case anyone is curious. I realized my wife is fair and not excessively abusive, so I felt that if I explained my embarrassment about wearing briefs for my physical she would understand and allow me a pair of boxers. She listened to me sympathetically, but, she just thought I was being silly. Sorry guys, again I know many of you would have liked it if she spanked me for even suggesting it, but like I said, she is not like that. She spent a half hour reassuring me that the doctor or nurse couldn't care less what type of underwear that I had on. She was not mad, but tried to comfort me and told me not to worry about such silly things and that underwear was underwear and that I would have a gown on through most of the exam anyway. 

I can't say I am not still embarrassed or nervous about it, I don't think I would get spanked if I disobeyed her and wore boxers, but now she made me feel ridiculous for even being worried about it. So anyway,  I will be going to my physical in my briefs. In fact, unknown to me until we talked  she bought me a brand new package of white briefs just to make sure I had new and clean ones to wear that day. Anyway, again not happy, but I can see my wife being fair and not abusive. She would never make me wear pink boxers or women's panties. I should be happy that I at least get to wear men's underwear. 

Well like I promised at the beginning, there is a lot of history of how I got to this point.  It really goes back to when we first started dating.  I want to do a good job of writing this up, so please be patient and I will post it in little snippets so you won't have to wait too long.  

Now I will let you know the following while you are waiting. 

I was wearing boxers while we were dating and I was never spanked (not even as a little boy) until after we were married.  So while I was not expecting to be spanked as her husband, there were certain expectations she had of our marriage that we discussed prior to our wedding.  My first spanking was certainly a day to remember and I hope you find the story interesting.

In the meantime, if you have any questions, just post comments and I will be happy to reply.  

A Man REALLY Punished by his Wife

Hi and welcome to my blog.  I decided to start this blog as I have been married for 2 years and in a very unique relationship,.  At first, when I searched the web I found lots of talking about "Domestic Discipline Relationship" where the female is "in charge" and "punishes" her husband.  At first I came to the conclusion that this was exactly the situation that I was in.  However, the more I read and looked into this the more I realized this was not really the case with me.  

I would like to share a few items in our history and then share some stories with you about incidents over the past 2 years.  To be honest, I would love to be able to share my issues and concerns with a therapist but am simply too embarrassed to speak to one in person.  So to start the blog I will just give some random background information then follow up with stories once I know people have discovered this blog and are interested. 

It is hard to say if I am in a "Domestic Discipline" relation or not. From what I have read, those relationships seem to be consensual  I also wouldn't say that I am in a BDSM relationship as those relationship seem to have some sort of sexual component to them. 

What happens to me is that my wife has complete control over me, but it is neither consensual or sexual. She will punish me occasionally with hard, bare bottomed spankings when she feels that I deserve it and she has certain requirements that she demands of me that make me very uncomfortable. I wouldn't say that I feel abused, but I wouldn't say that it is consensual either. I feel really small and helpless when she punishes me this way, I really don't want to be spanked by her, but at the same time, I submit to her because I have grown to see her as the "adult" in the house. I no more want to be spanked then I would presume a child wants to be spanked, but I also feel that I have no choice and can't resist.   

Because of this, the fact that I accept her authority and submit to her discipline I guess in a way I am "consenting" The problem I have with this when reading all the other blogs and stories out there, clearly the couple gets aroused by the discipline and it is clearly part of the sexual bonding of the couple.  That is not the case with me.
  
My spankings are very infrequent as in general I am well behaved (I am adult after all.) but when I mess up, its into our bedroom, pants and underpants down and over her knee for either the back of hairbrush or the ruler. It hurts and I tear up, but I would not call it crying. My spankings average about once a month. I know I have read blogs and groups looking for men in a similar situation as me, but none of them seem to be exactly the same. I am not spanked for sexual arousal.  She claims she needs to punish me because I still act immature and if I misbehave I have no right to refuse her orders to submit to punishment. She says spankings are the ideal punishment as it create a little pain and much embarrassment and since I really hate them they have the desired effect or getting me to change my behavior.  

Again, I take no pleasure in this and get no sexual arousal from it, but reluctantly will do as I am told.  So the only "consent" I am giving is in the fact that I acknowledge that I have screwed up, I am sorry for it, but I don't see why I have to be spanked like a child.  

There are two other things that really bother me. One is, she refuses to allow me to wear boxers and demands that I only wear white fruit of the loom briefs. She claims that they are simply cheaper then boxers (which they are) and that they are better for hygiene in the event that I don't wipe properly. She states that simple white briefs can be bleached which is better for killing any germs on them.  She also states that since we are married I shouldn't be trying to impress anyone with my underwear and that simple white briefs serve well for the intended purpose and that anything else is unnecessary. To be fair she does practice what she preaches.  She wears simple white panties for all the same reasons she makes me wear white briefs.

To be honest, I have no problems with tighty whities and would gladly wear them 99% of the time. The only time I want to be allowed boxers is when I go to my doctor for my annual physical which is taking place in two weeks. I know I am being silly, but the thought of having to strip to my TWs in front of the nurse and doctor is just too embarrassing for me.  It is also the only time when her, no one should see my underwear, argument is invalid. I actually thought about sneaking a pair of boxers into the house then changing into them before I go to the doctor, even if it means finding a public restroom to change in before my appointment.  I should be allowed to wear boxers to my doctor's appointment if I so choose. I understand the cost issue, but what is the big deal of having one pair for the special occasions like this. If I have to wear TWs to please her, I wish she would at least allow me boxers for my physical. I am thinking about asking her for permission to wear the boxers but I am just a little afraid she will say no and if she does then sneaking a pair in might be more difficult.  

The second thing that has me real concerned is next week she will be having a girl friend of hers over. Last time her friend was over I said something I shouldn't have to her. She got annoyed with me and when her friend left she took me upstairs and of course I was spanked. Yesterday, she warned me that if I acted like that again when her friend was over, she was not going to wait for her to leave. Instead she was going to pull my pants and undies down in front of her friend and spank me right then and there. 

Now I have been a nervous wreck since wondering if she really would do it or if it was just a threat to make sure I didn't repeat my childish behavior from the last visit. I certainly have no intention of finding out and she is not one to make up transgressions or excuses to spank me. She does it so infrequently it doesn't look like she is looking for any excuse to spank me. I am sure I will be OK next week, but the thought that somehow this situation would be revealed to another person really scares me. 

I am so confused  I can understand role play as a sexual thing, but that is not what is going on here and I am not sure what to do. I am really worried about having to go to the doctors in my white briefs and I am really worried about her girl friend coming over next week. 

Men reading this board. Does this sound right to you?

Ladies, your taking charge of your husbands is consensual right?  This should be a sex thing between a couple where one is only pretending to be in charge and the other a naughty little boy who needs to be punished    Am I the only one truly under the control of his wife? Would you allow me boxers for my physical? After all, I accept my wife's discipline but what happens in the bedroom should stay in the bed room right?


Now I will be happy to share what happened regarding my physical and what happened when my wife's friend came over, but I would like to know if anyone is reading this yet before I take the time to post an update, so please provide comments as I intend to write this blog to help me deal with the strange life I am living, so all comments are appreciated. 

Thanks for taking the time to read my blog.