The man's side

I am the husband of the woman who described me wearing knickers, and then eventually caning me a few times. She showed her story to me after she sent it, and I wrote this, and asked her if I could send it, and she agreed. What she wrote about us coming together is true, we met at work, it is a very large accounting practice, I am a senior accountant, she was a very well liked bookkeeper, always had a nice smile on her face, was very nice to people, I asked her to have coffee with me, we got on well, talked easily, and this led to me asking her for a date, we went for dinner, she was great company. As she said, I am taller than her and I run so I am slim, she is shorter, and in my eyes has beautiful curves, but at first she would call herself chubby or fat. We hit it off, and started talking about marriage even before we went to bed. But we did talk, I think it was the fourth or fifth date, about what led to our divorces, why our first marriages hadn't worked out, what we had to do to avoid another failure. We went to bed after dating for four months, we went away to a nice hotel for the weekend, it was amazing, to me her body is beautiful and I told her so and still do, I tell her that everything she thinks is big, to me means just more of it to kiss. We married four months later, our kids had met each of us and were pleased, said we seemed a good fit, and her dad and my mum also thought we had made good choices. The wedding was simple and lots of fun, we went away for a few days, and came back into normal life, liking each other, sharing all the household stuff, and enjoying good sex together. I had told her that the most important thing to me was that the woman show her love for me, desire me as much as I desire her, that she not be passive. For her, she said the biggest deal was being attentive and sensitive to her needs, asking her where she wanted to be kissed, caressed, licked, sucked, and to listen to her tell me how she wanted it done, slow, fast, soft, hard. Right from the start I told her she looked fabulous in her underwear, and so we would often watch a programme we liked in our underwear. Now, the knickers, it started off with my running in colder weather, and realizing how much I liked the comfort of the knickers, and then how turned on I became wearing knickers. She was very good about it, told me I looked good in them, and we would buy some together, I think I encouraged her to buy more colourful ones than she had been used to. When it came to the caning, i wasn't surprised how turned I was when she first swatted me.
So this is my story. As a little kid in school the headmistress was still allowed to use the cane, other teachers weren't. So she developed a reputation as being a fierce, brutal, merciless monster, except I never saw her like that. But there was no doubt that kids came back from a caning crying, it had really hurt. When I was sent to her study, which we all knew meant a caning, i was terrified. But she was the opposite of a monster. She smiled and said to me that she was disappointed, that I was one of the nicest kids in the school, a really good kid. Yes, if a teacher sent a boy to her he had to be caned, but she liked me, I was a really good kid. But I had to take my trousers and pants down and bend over. I got my six that really really hurt, I was crying, sobbing. When she finished and told me to pull up my pants and trousers, she said come here, and she held me and gave me a big hug, and she said don't tell other kids I gave you a hug otherwise they'll all think it will be easy and I may not like them as much as I Iike you. In between my divorce and meeting my new wife, I had been to a couple of professional dommes, but it just wasn't the same. When my wife swatted me in the park. and I bent over in the bushes and she continued, I thought that I had found what I had been looking for, a woman who would love me, and occasionally cane me if I did something that really annoyed her. I didn't want a wife giving me the silent treatment, or being sarcastic, or nasty. Cane me, and get it over and done with and we can love each other again. After she had done it three times we talked about it, and I admitted that I would rather she caned me than yelled, or screamed, or called me horrible names, or insulted me in public, or gave me the silent treatment. She told me that she was surprised that I took it, but also that it was a turn on for her, which she didn't understand, because she had never spanked her kids. I bought on-line two proper canes, a regular size one for home, and a short one that we can take in a suitcase when we travel, and we have done that once since she started caning me, and it was a big turn on for both of us that led to a wonderful love-making session. The other thing of course is that after the second caning, when we in bed later, I had started kissing her beautiful bottom very passionately, she had commented on my doing that and I had said you caned my bottom I'm kissing your beautiful bottom, and it has become a very regular part of our love-making, not just after a caning, but many nights in bed, that I spend a long time kissing her bottom. As she realized how much I adore her bottom, she started wearing shorter and tighter shorts and shorter skirts, and I have told her that that is one of the many things that I love about her, that she seems to respond so appropriately to what I show her that I like about her. A couple of weeks ago she showed me an article in a magazine that had a questionnaire about who was dominant and who was submissive in a relationship and she said that on the basis of the questionnaire it seemed that she was the dominant one and me the submissive one, and how did I Feel about that. And I said I think I've know that for a long time, I'm very comfortable with it, you make very good choices and decisions that I'm happy to follow, and you being the disciplinarian works for both of us..
So I would say we are very lucky that at this stage of life we found each other and make a very good couple.

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