We know that discipline is essential to a healthy marriage, but it can be beneficial to health in other ways too.
My wife has been a heavy smoker for many years. After a friend died from lung cancer she finally decided recently that she wanted to give up, but she didn't do anything about it. A few days after she had said that she was going to quit I told her that she had until the end of the week to stop smoking. After that she would receive one stroke of the cane for every cigarette she smoked.
I am retired and we are together all the time so I can monitor her smoking exactly. As I control the money and shopping I also know exactly haw many she has. If she gives any away to friends she still gets the stroke and if I catch her receiving a cigarette from anybody else, that is added on to the count.
She usually smokes about 30 a day so this was going to be a big deal from the very beginning. I issued the ultimatum on Wednesday. By Friday she had not reduced by more than one or two a day and I reminded her that she was going to get an almighty caning on Sunday if she didn't sort herself out very soon. She knows that I always mean what I say and that she always gets whatever punishment is coming to her, but until then I don't think she had really taken in the implications.
On Saturday she cut down to one pack of twenty and when we went to bed I gave her a last reminder that from midnight on each cig would be a cane stroke. She shuddered just a little and slid down the bed to fellate me before we went to sleep.
The first thing my wife did when we got up was light a cigarette as she normally did. I said nothing and started recording the numbers. By bedtime the count was sixteen.
I should explain that discipline is a normal part of our lives. I give my wife a maintenance spanking at least once a week with a leather slipper and for any misdemeanour's she is spanked with a belt, crop, paddle or cane according to the seriousness of the infringement. Canings are uncommon and when they do happen they are usually six strokes or twelve at most. I use a reasonably thick rattan cane. After a caning she always has very pronounced welts and is in tears.
I told her that she was due sixteen strokes and asked her if she agreed. There would never be any question of her doubting my word or my count, but the question serves to reinforce what is to come. I am sure it was only then that the reality sunk in and tears came to her eyes as she went to the bedroom and removed her clothes. I told her to get the cane and put herself in position over the edge of the bed.
It is a requirement of mine that she calls out the stoke numbers. After punishment she must immediately kneel before me and thank me for her discipline, then suck me to completion. If she misses a count or calls it incorrectly it is not counted.
For the first six strokes I took care to place the cane in a slightly different spot each time. By the end of that time she was uttering a little squeal after each stroke and sobbing quietly into the bedding. By the time we got to twelve, the welts were criss crossing and there was no fresh flesh for the cane to fall on. My wife was unable to suppress a stifled scream as she bit on the duvet, but she was still managing to keep the count. For the last four strokes, the screams were uncontrolled and I allowed her a moment to get her breath and call the count between strokes.
When I had finished, she struggled painfully to her knees and thanked me before taking me in her mouth. No doubt she was relieved to discover that I was quite aroused and deposited my load in her throat in a far shorter time and with less effort on her part than is usually required.
She crawled painfully into bed and, astonishingly, her first action the next morning was to light a cigarette. She certainly didn't sit down much during the day and definitely not when she was having a cigarette. At bedtime my count was seven. The smallest number of cigarettes that she had smoked in a day for as long as she could ever remember. I checked her cigarette packet to make sure that she had not sneaked any out of my sight and asked her how many strokes she was due.
Before giving me a number she started to plead that she could not take any more caning on her bruised bottom. I surprised her by saying that I agreed and that I would not cane her bottom this evening, but she must tell me how many cigarettes she had smoked and what punishment she was due. She said she was not sure, but that she had been trying very hard. I knew this was true, but even so I told her that she was to tell me how many she thought and if she underestimated the number I would double the difference in punishment. If she said too many I would simply accept it. After hesitating for a moment I made her answer
"Eight Sir. I think. Sorry Sir. I will do better tomorrow. Thank you for not caning me tonight Sir."
I explained that I had not promised not to cane her. Only that I would not cane her ass. She had failed and by her own count she was due eight strokes of the cane. I sent her to the bedroom to strip and present herself for punishment. I had her kneel before me and hold each tit up for me to cane it three times. I then had her lie on her back on the bed holding her ankles to receive two more strokes on her cunt.
With tears streaming down her face she got to her knees, thanked me for her correction and sucked me off. When we got into bed we had a good cuddle and then I had her suck me to an erection again before giving her swollen cunt a good fucking.
The next morning she went for her cigarette pack as she got out of bed. I asked her if she really thought she could take any more caning tonight because she was not going to be let off anything. She cried as she said that she just couldn't start the day without a cigarette. She did not know what to do. She was very bruised and sore. I gave her a merciful suggestion. Every time that she felt she needed a cigarette she could come and suck me off instead. After all the habit is not just about nicotine addiction. It has got a lot to do with habit and just needing to do the things you have always done. She was doubtful whether it was possible, but she gave me a grateful, enthusiastic blow job and went to her shower with the taste of cum in her mouth rather than cigarette for the first time in more than twenty years.
Things went well during the morning. Being retired I have plenty of time to do whatever I want so I had no problem making myself available for a cock sucking four times. It is a rule that she is always naked for any punishment, discipline or sex so she has been without clothes most of the morning. When it was nearly lunch time she came for a fifth go. I am pretty vigorous, but this was a bit much even for me. My dick was getting sore from all the mouth action and I had a job getting hard despite the expert sucking I was getting. Once she has started she is not allowed to stop until she brings me off and this time it took more than half an hour before I shot a few drops into her mouth. And then my lunch was late!
Usually I go to my club on Tuesday afternoons to play cards with some old friends. Now I was running late and I had to decide what to do with her. I decided that my poor dick couldn't take any more sucking for a little while and so I gave her a choice. Either I would go off to the club as usual and she would get four strokes of the cane for each cigarette she smoked for the rest of the day or I would ring my friends and invite them round to play here.