That's what I thought at the time but, before long, I had come completely around. I began to take delight in the fact that lots of guys looked at my wife with lust in their eyes. Most wives don't get that. Most men aren't blessed enough to have a wife like that. But those feelings were still a few years ahead of me. In Aruba, I was feeling sorry for myself and lots of pointless jealousy.
We went back to our hotel after a long laze in the sun. Marion slipped out of her damp bikini and strode out to the balcony in her birthday suit to hang it over the railing. It turned out that both of those guys were outside the hotel on the grounds and our room was on the second floor. Both guys saw every inch of my Marion. One of them wolf-whistled. Marion spotted them, turned beet red, and hustled back into the hotel room and drew the curtains. She claimed she had no idea they were out there.
Unsurprisingly, this led to the first argument of our marriage. Marion claimed innocence. I called her a whore. Tears all around. I crashed on the couch that night and let her have the bed. In the morning were sensible with each other.
"Henry," she said, "I did not plan that incident, but I can see why you were upset."
"Marion," I replied, "I will take your word for it, however, the incident happened, we have to get it behind us, or our marriage will be off to a terrible start."
"What should we do?" she asked.
"I'm of a mind to take you over my knee and spank your bare bottom. Whether you knew the men were there or not doesn't matter. It was incredibly foolish of you to stride out to the balcony naked as a jaybird. What if there had been kids out there, or my father, or your father?"
"You are quite right, Henry."
I sat her in my lap and talked to her plainly, "I am correcting you for your foolishness and not because I am jealous or exacting revenge. You have been naughty and need correction. This may not be a one-time thing. If you repeat this foolishness, I will spank you again."
Then, I bent her over my knee, tugged down her panties, and provided a dozen firm swats. She cried a bit but thanked me afterward. From that day on, while we talked often of our honeymoon to Aruba, those gentlemen were never mentioned again.
"But you spanked her again, right?"
"I spanked her regularly. Once we were back home, she tried to learn how to be a good wife. Eventually, she learned, But, in those early days! If she got so wrapped up in the soap operas that she burned dinner, or worse, didn't go shopping at all, I corrected her. Inattentive driving resulting in fender-benders? Spanking. Leaving every light on in the house while the electric company is gouging us? Spanking. You get the idea. Always beforehand I explained why she was being corrected. It's not punishment, it's correction and never confuse the two. Sometimes, I think she intentionally pushed my buttons like the time she was forty and still incredibly beautiful and I discovered that she had played spin the bottle with and lost at strip poker to a group of local eighteen-year-old high school boys at their graduation party. She laughed after that spanking. In retrospect, I couldn't really blame her all that much. Your mother and uncles were just about out of the house, and I had been working double shifts for weeks and ignoring her needs. That spanking was for my correction more than it was for hers. I really learned my lesson from that one. I took vacation time immediately, and we had a second honeymoon. This time in Hawaii. She still turned heads, which delighted me to no end. We fucked like rabbits on that trip. I think it was one of the very last times I spanked her. Maybe a dozen more times over the years until I lost her last year. You see, with enough correction and proper correction, the need for it diminishes.
Not all wives require correction for the same things. Some wives respond well to a single correction, others need the point drilled into them time and again. You have to establish ground rules so that both parties know what to expect. An insecure or wishy-washy disciplinarian is worse than none at all. Never strike in anger. Discuss always. Praise her when she shows improvement and above all shower her with affection. Show her that you love her. Be a caring and supportive husband. Help her around the house, be an essential part of her life."
"That's beautiful, Grandpa!"
"Don't praise me, Jimmy. The question is, are you man enough to properly discipline? To not strike in anger and be loving always? If you are, then you will give Willa exactly what she needs and she will never stray. If you fuck it up, all you have is an unhappy wife with a sore keister and a bad attitude. Only a real man can administer real correction. Do you think you can handle that, Jimmy?"
"Yes, I can Grandpa, especially with you as an inspiration."
"I love you, Jimmy."
"I love you, too grandpa!"
Sound of a hug. End of tape.
