Lets start with a brief introduction. My name is Paul, I'm a thirty something year old husband of a forty something year old wife named Becky. We've been together for just under ten wonderful years (so I thought). I manage a sporting goods store across town, Becky is a middle school math teacher. From the outside we have a pretty normal life, and that's just what it used to be...normal.
In my spare time I used to like to watch sports, hangout with friends, and surf the net . The later is what caused our relationship to change. In a nut shell, Becky was simply sick and tired of my lazy butt. Then, with the help of her education from her technology class she figured out how to check our internet history, which wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been so bad. You see I had a secret interest in female domination. When Becky found that I had visited almost one hundred sites and maxed out a credit card (that she didn't know I had) looking for "Wife spanks Husband" web sites. Well I guess you might say the sh** hit the fan. Which is where I will begin my story.
It seemed like just another day at work until Becky called. All I a had chance to say was hello, Becky really chewed me out, I've never heard her so angry. She told me that she had found out about my little secrets and if I was lucky she let me come get some of my clothes to start my new life with, then hung up. I mean I know that hiding anything your spouse is wrong, but some things are hard to talk about. Right? I just could not believe that after all we had been through this was the end. I was really ashamed and figured that I had gone too far this time.
When I arrived home the door was locked and my key no longer opened it. I found a note that read: In the carport you will find a change of clothes in a paper sack. Get a room somewhere. I need time to think. That was all it said. I was afraid, truly lost. I called my best friend John to see if I could stay at his place for a few days or until Becky had cooled off enough to let me come home. I couldn't believe my ears, he said, "no". Becky had called his wife and told her that I needed time "to think" and that staying with them would be to comfortable. I was headed for the hotel. I understood their position she is their friend too, and besides it would be more than a little uncomfortable explaining why I was given the boot. The next two weeks were spent at the hotel. I called and left Becky messages daily to no avail for over a week. The second week I figured I would just leave her be. Hoping that somehow maybe she'd miss me a little.
I was standing at the counter counting down my cash drawer, I looked up and there she was. Standing right in front of me was my love. I didn't have the words, I stuttered and stammered like some drunken fool. I told her how I missed her, and loved her, and how I'd never betray her again. She told me to come by the house when I was finished and we would discuss the direction four future. This didn't sound good. I know that tone in her voice, I'm thinking she's already hired a lawyer.
I stopped down the street from our house, just to pull myself together. I decided if this was the end then I wanted to take it like a man! As I walked up to the house Becky greeted me at the door and led me in. She pointed at a dining room chair and told me to sit. I did. Becky then laid down two documents, she instructed me to read them carefully that our future was in my hands. Becky was making dinner so she left me alone with my reading. I opened the first envelope, it was the ever so dreaded divorce papers. She was very fair, everything was divided evenly. I had no argument with any of the asset disbursements. I then opened the second envelope. I started to read, my mouth went dry, my palms started to sweat. A shiver swept my body. This was yet another legal document. My wife had a Domestic Discipline Contract drawn up. It basically said that I would give her all rights discipline me as needed at her discretion. It was very detailed with no room for misunderstanding.
Becky invited me to stay for dinner. Meatloaf, it was the first good meal I had eaten in two weeks. We didn't talk much during our meal. Just small talk about the weather, work etc. When the meal was over she walked me to the door and told me to bring back the notarized document of my choice tomorrow by 5:00pm. I argued about the notary, how embarrassing it would be if a chose the DD arrangement. She simply stated that getting the divorce paper notarized would be less embarrassing.
It was an easy choice. I pictured my love swatting my rear end and laughing, you know all for the fun of it.
The next morning I drove one hundred miles to Grove City just so there would be no chance I would ever see the notary public again. The drive was horrible, I just kept thinking of how to act when signing this document. I arrived at the address and went inside. I was relieved at first, the woman behind the desk was older and seemed very friendly. I told I had a personal document in need of notarizing. She explained the fee and asked for my I.D., then called "Nickie" to please come notarize a document. I was frozen, my world as I knew had just changed, I then realized the power my Becky had over me. I was sitting in front of possibly the most beautiful twenty five year old woman I'd ever seen(sorry honey). With a very shaky hand I gave the document to Nikie to read. This seemed to take forever, she read it word for word out loud for the whole world to hear. She then got out her book, took down all the info from my I.D. and asked me if I was signing under my own free will. I said yes very timidly. She stamped the paper, I signed, she signed. Nickie asked me if I'd like a drink of water, she that I didn't look so good. She was right, I felt like puking.
