I am David. I am thirty seven years old and I have been very fortunate in life. In addition to having a beautiful, dutiful wife and a wonderful son, I have reasonable security and prosperity due to the financial management business built up by my father and the close network of supportive friends and colleagues centred on my club.
We have a very nice house and my lovely wife maintains it to perfection as well as meeting my every need in a lifetime partner. I grew up in a disciplined household. My father sent me to a good school, taught me his business and guided me into the society which gives us such comfort and stability. My loving mother fulfilled the same role as my wife does now for me. There was never any question that she should work outside the home and I am quite determined that my wife will never have to do any such thing either. Of course I do not know how my parents conducted their affairs in the bedroom, but when I married, my father gave me his belt. He said that it had been given to him by my grandfather when he married my mother and that it had been an important part of their marriage throughout my life. I did not need to ask him what he meant. Being of such age, the belt is very soft and supple. It is a very high quality piece of leather. I suspect that it has had a great deal of use over the years, but apart from some wear at the edges it doesn't really show much and it should be able to do its job for many years to come. It is a wonderful thought that my family has maintained a disciplined household for at least three generations and we are doing very well.
Throughout our childhood, my brother and I had been required to respect the privacy of our parents for three hours every Saturday afternoon. Depending on our age, we would go to the cinema, play sport, go for cycle rides or be taken for a walk by our nanny or be sent to visit grandparents. We never knew what happened in these private times other than the little smile on nanny's face when questioned about it and she said that mother was being given a little help by father in remembering her wifely duties. On being presented with the belt by father, he simply said "remember the importance of a little private time each week to maintain your marriage" and I had been told all I needed to know.
It was a very conscious decision to leave marriage until I was well into my thirties. By then I had taken over the running of the business from father and I had explored the things that I wanted out of life. I have a strong sex drive and I seemed a sufficiently attractive proposition to women that I have been able to find out what I really like. I like to exercise authority and fortunately for me, I have discovered that most women I have encountered are very happy to be the recipients of my requirements. In my excellent wife I have a partner who lives only to meet my every desire and to exceed it if ever she can.
Recently it was her twenty sixth birthday and we celebrated it with a wonderful meal in an excellent restaurant before returning home. A few days before the celebration I told my wife that from now on we would review her performance in the marriage at each birthday and I would consider whether her maintenance should be varied in any way during the course of that review. My first contribution to the review was to congratulate her on the very great achievements of the preceding year and to reward those with the presentation of her birthday gift of a diamond necklace. Just the one diamond, but a beautiful setting. In the coming years she will be very well decorated if she progresses as well as she has done so far. And of course she will have some less permanent decoration for all of her failings!
She is now very accustomed to her maintenance and I am concerned that with time it will cease to fulfil its necessary purpose. The urinal and rimming duties have been very good extensions to our original regime and they continue to be effective. There will be no change to the number of strokes of the hand spanking, but this central part of the maintenance does not bring many tears to her eyes any more and there is a risk of it tiring me more than it hurts her. For this reason I have decided to introduce a new element that was suggested by one of the internet responders to my wife's punishment posting.
I must confess that I had never heard of figging until this writer communicated with me. He explained that shaving a piece of fresh ginger into a lozenge shape about two inches long and inserting it into the woman's anus before a spanking results in very much heightened sensation on her part. When I told my wife what was to be done and produced the piece of root ginger that I had bought she was quite surprised. I think she couldn't really see that this would do anything. Anyway. I gave her the diagram for her to carve out the little finger sized piece with a notch about half an inch from the end around which her sphincter would hold it in place. As instructed, she removed all her clothes and went into the kitchen to make the 'fig'. When she had done it I took her into the bedroom, and had her bend over the blanket box. It slipped in quite easily and I left it for a minute before I slipped off my own clothes and picked up a cane and my belt. I thought I would warm her up a bit with my hand, but to try it out properly we needed a bit more than that. When I turned back towards her she was very pink in the face and wriggling her arse beautifully.
"How does it feel?"
"Oh please take it out Darling. I can't bear it. It is making me all hot and strange."
I thought that was very good. This looked as though it could spice up a spanking very nicely. I gave her four good, hard spanks in quick succession while telling her that she shouldn't dare to presume to ask me to change what I was doing. She spluttered an apology, but what was most striking was that she was not clenching her arse cheeks as she would normally do when she was feeling the pain of a smack. As she told me later, if she tried to do it, the sensation of the the 'fig' was too great and she had to let go. With a rosy glow on her cheeks, I picked up the belt and gave her half a dozen with that. It was excellent. She wriggled, cried, moaned and displayed wonderfully.
By this time I had become quite aroused so I changed to the cane and gave her a final four strokes hard across both buttocks. By now she was crying freely and her arse cheeks were fiery. I pulled out the 'fig', got down behind her and slipped my prick into her sopping cunt. I gave a couple of thrusts to get myself well lubricated and then started fucking her arse. It was the usual good, tight fuck and I didn't feel any effect of the ginger myself. Her scorching buttocks against my belly were excellent. After giving her a good pounding for about five minutes I started to feel myself wanting to cum and sat her up so that we could both watch her in the mirror as she sucked me to completion. She said that she thought that she had a faint taste of ginger when she was sucking, but she could not be sure because of all the other sensations rushing through her at the time.
Figging is now a part of every maintenance session and I am well pleased with it. She buys the ginger fresh every week and prepares the fig just before the session is due to start. I have experimented with leaving it in after the spanking is finished, but its effect ceases after about twenty minutes. Once or twice I have knocked it right in past her sphincter and been unable to remove it. In that case I just leave it there to come out naturally. I did once fuck her arse with it still in and it was not a success. It was hard and unpleasant against my prick so I switched to a throat fucking instead.
