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  Anne's Journey

  … into domestic discipline

  by

  Susan Thomas

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  Copyright © October 2016 by Susan Thomas

  Published by LSF Publications

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  Cover design by Nathaniel Scott.

  All names, characters, organisations, places, events and incidents featured in this work are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking activities represented in this book are fantasies only.

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  Anne is traumatised following the death of her husband and his parents, and subsequently receives a huge amount of support from Sally, her sister-in-law. After a period of time has elapsed, Anne travels to America for a lengthy visit to stay with Sally and her family, and it is there that she meets the handsome community minister, Tom Chambers ... but when he first makes an attempt to speak to her, Sally rudely cuts in and hustles Anne away. Later that evening, Anne hears Sally's husband Sam spanking her. She later learns that not only do Sally and Sam practice domestic discipline, but the entire community in which they live also share the same lifestyle ... including the minister.

  Though Tom has only just met Anne, he is absolutely sure he is going to marry her, and when Anne agrees to a period of courtship, she discovers it will also include being disciplined. It isn't long before Tom spanks Anne for using bad language, and much to Anne's surprise, she isn't resentful. She has much to learn about the domestic discipline lifestyle, and her feelings for the quietly assertive and kindly Tom help everything slot into place. But things don't go smoothly, and there are various problems to be overcome ... including winning the approval of her parents who think she is in the clutches of some weird cult.

  I met Gary at university and we married just after I left. He was the most wonderful man and I adored him in every way. Eventually we had two children: Ruth, our first born, and then David. Gary was very close to his parents, Steve and Carol. Steve had invented a new way of making a washing machine and his factories made him very wealthy indeed. Both my parents in law were generous and kind with very strong moral principles... totally unlike most modern day industrialists as far as I can see.

  Steve and Carol had another younger child... Sally. Steve once told me that Sally was a ‘force of nature’. He said it with love but he was right; she had to excel at everything. Notice I say had to and not did. Oh, she did as well but it was the fact that she wouldn't rest at anything until she was the best. She was outstanding academically and at several sports, and into everything at school. She took on bullies and won and was, of course, school captain before she left.

  Once I heard Steve say about Sally, "She'll either end up as the dictator of a large country or as a saint. I'm just not sure which."

  Carol and I laughed but Gary sat thoughtful and then looked up as if puzzled and asked, "Only one country?"

  Sally worked in finance and I know her lifestyle worried everyone. She seemed intent on accumulating wealth for the sake of it and gave little thought to who might get hurt along the way. She drank heavily, used cocaine, and swore terribly. Once she moved to New York we saw very little of her and that worried us all even more.

  Now my parents in law loved being with their grandchildren so we all went on holiday together to a rather lovely beach resort. I'd taken Ruth and David to buy an ice cream when a group of crazed young men came to the beach to kill for their religion. I watched my parents in law and then my husband gunned down and saw them turn their attention to those of us at the ice cream stand. Just then armed guards gunned them down. An elderly British couple looked after the children while I rushed down to the beach. Gary was still alive but he lasted only a short time, and I staggered away to ring my mum and dad. I couldn't get them so I rang Sally instead.

  Sally didn't seem to understand me so the older man took the phone and explained everything. He shut the phone off and said simply, "Sally's on her way now." Sally was my saviour. She seemed to arrive instantly but I realise that wasn't the case. My elderly benefactors cared for me and the children and I am ashamed to say I went utterly to pieces. Sally handled everything for months and I thought that there was the saint Steve talked about and I grew to love her. Eventually my parents took over, and with treatment I gradually began to improve.

  I felt ashamed of myself. Sally had given up her job for me and the children and my parents had sold their business and retired; all had made sacrifices because of me. Gradually though I saw that my mum and dad were happier; my mum took up quilting and water colours and Dad golf and an allotment. They both loved being retired, while Sally got married and was happy. She had a little stepdaughter and then came the news she had given birth to a baby daughter... Rose.

  Finally, I was told that I no longer needed to attend for treatment and I decided I wanted to see Sally. I needed to see her to assure myself she was happy and that looking after me had not destroyed her life. I spoke to her on Skype and asked if I might visit, and could not be in any doubt that she was delighted with the idea. The whole plan excited me: this was my first real bit of independence since the murders on the beach. Mum and Dad were a bit unsure but I organised the whole thing.

  It was then I discovered that I was now a wealthy woman. Because Gary had died after his parents he had technically inherited half of Steve's fortune. As Gary's wife and heir I now was the beneficiary. Since Ruth was still not quite five and David not yet four, I decided to splash out on first class air travel. Such luxury, but the flight attendants were wonderful with the children and our long flight was relatively problem free.

  Sally met us at the airport; she didn't have her children with her as Sam was looking after them. One look at her told me she was more than happy. There was a strange calmness about her... a sense of inner peace I'd never seen in Sally before. She looked extremely well and greeted me with a lovely warmth that made me relax immediately.

  I was overwhelmed by her home; it was large and lovely and set in the most beautiful, peaceful valley. It seemed that Sally lived in a sort of private community which owned the whole valley. Sam was gorgeous and I could see why any woman would fall for him. Sally had a stepdaughter that she simply referred to as her daughter. Lily was pretty well the same age as my Ruth and after a few minutes of shyness the two girls got on well, kindly allowing David to tag along. Rose was a most beautiful baby and very hungry for the breast... she had a sort of ruthless determination that suggested she had inherited more than a little of Sally's drive and would be quite a handful as she got older. It was all idyllically domestic and I detected nothing in the least odd. That came the following day.

  ---oOo---

  The next day was Sunday and the custom in the community was to go to church. I don't think either Sally or Sam had any strong religious belief, but it was just what most residents did. The minister who married Sally and Sam had left. His wife's parents were ill and they had moved back to their home town to help them. The temporary incumbent was a single man while the community sought a married couple. He was stationed by the door when we went in. The children (other than Rose) had gone into the Sunday School and I was being greeted on every hand by the very friendly residents of the community. Then I was being greeted by the minister whose name was Tom Chambers.

  He looked to be in his mid to late thirties but certainly
older than my thirty years. He had light brown hair cut short but somehow looking as if the wind had rushed through it, a ruddy complexion, green eyes, and a large smile with excellent teeth ... and a look that suggested he would like to be mischievous but knew he had to behave. He was lovely and warm to me and I felt truly welcomed. Suddenly Sally was cutting in... quite rudely I thought.

  "Come along Anne, we need to get seated. Best we're at the back in case Rose starts playing up."

  The minister tried to speak to me again but Sally cut him off and hustled me away. To be honest I was a bit puzzled and I saw that Sam was too. After the service, which was lively and better than most I have attended, the minister tried again to chat to me but Sally was really downright rude to him and cut me off. I saw Sam frown, but you know what it is like after any crowded event, people swirl around, and I lost what was happening.

  To be honest I forgot what had happened because we were having lunch with some of Sam and Sally's friends and the rest of the day rushed past in a pleasant way. That evening Sam and Sally wanted to go to bed early. Rose tended to wake them a lot and I remembered how important sleep becomes when you have a baby. I checked my children and then decided to get some water from the kitchen before retiring for the night. On my way back to my room I heard a strange sound coming from Sam and Sally's bedroom.

  I knew the sound: I recognised it because as children my sisters and I had been spanked by our parents. Times have changed; I don't spank my children but I recognised the sound, and was intrigued, so went and stood by the door to their bedroom. It was much clearer there: smack, smack, smack... fast and regular with little cries from Sally. Sally being spanked! I nearly rushed in to rescue her from the abuse, but then I hesitated. One doesn't rescue Sally. It would be much more likely one would rescue Sally's victims. I decided that it had to be part of a sex game and I began to blush. Oh Lord, of course... soon they'd be bonking away and I'd be standing there eavesdropping! I rushed away, my face burning.

  In the privacy of my room I began to think about sex for the first time since Gary had been killed. He was my first real boyfriend and I had been a virgin when I met him. I wasn't a virgin for long I can tell you. Gary was a lusty man and I loved it. We had a great sex life, both before and after marriage, and now, for the first time in eighteen months, I missed it. I was envious of what Sally would be doing in her room. Going to sleep indeed. They'd been off to play sex games and bonk away... I envied her.

  The next morning Sally had a serenity about her that I put down to the sex. Lily, Sally's stepdaughter, went to a local nursery or pre-school and it had been arranged that Ruth would go with her and David would go to the playgroup. Once they were out of the house Sally turned to me.

  "I owe you an apology."

  "Why?"

  "I cut you off when Tom Chambers wanted to speak to you. Sam has made it very clear I was in the wrong and I have to apologise to both of you."

  There was so much in that sentence that was hard to grasp. Sam was making Sally apologise! How come? I think she must have seen the bewilderment in my face for as she changed the protesting Rose, she began to explain.

  "Oh dear! Look, I owe you another apology. I wanted you to come. I needed to know you were better now and I didn't want to put you off coming. Don't worry, it doesn't apply to you."

  "What the hell are you talking about, Sally?"

  "This community is a domestic discipline community. All the couples here, whether married or unmarried, have that type of relationship. Sam is my head and if my behaviour warrants it he corrects me..."

  I may have been a virgin when I met Gary but I wasn't totally innocent. I had a fair idea what domestic discipline was. "The spanking! Good grief he was spanking you!"

  "You listened?"

  "I was getting water from the kitchen and on the way back to my bedroom I heard. I thought it was a sex game."

  Sally laughed but didn't explain why. "No, I was face down over Sam's lap while he spanked my bare bottom hard for being so rude. I was lucky he just used his hand and not the hairbrush."

  "But I was going to rush in and rescue you... then I thought it was just a sex game so I hurried away."

  "I'm glad you didn't. Think of the embarrassment for all of us."

  "But Sally... you being spanked. I mean! How did that come about?"

  "I really don't know. It just seemed right and it is right. I have never been so happy. Sam is a wonderful husband and he corrects me but I thoroughly deserve it. Have you noticed I don't swear anymore?"

  "I thought it must be because you have Lily. You never swore in front of my kids."

  "Partly; also twice having my mouth soaped, being made to stand in the corner and given a good spanking or two."

  I was horrified that I hadn't picked all this up. "So Sam is your master or whatever they call it?"

  "No! He's my husband but also my leader. He is kind, gentle and loving. Yes, he is in charge but that doesn't mean he controls everything I do. He is my leader and if he makes a decision I follow it."

  It dawned on me that Gary was like that. I just naturally obeyed Gary and sometimes he told me off. I mean just that. I'd stand there with my head down and my face burning while I got well and truly lectured. Sally must have been watching my face because she suddenly broke in, "Did Gary spank you?"

  "No, but he was in charge and I got told off. He was quite stern with me sometimes but I did deserve it."

  Even as I was saying it, a feeling stole through my body, at first not noticeable, but growing stronger all the time. It would be delicious to be spanked for being naughty... to be told off for swearing or being rude and then spanked.

  A quiet voice cut into my thoughts. "Being spanked hurts, Anne. It always ends in tears and if Sam uses his hairbrush I will feel sore for a couple of days. Domestic discipline is not for the faint hearted."

  "Why are you so peaceful then? I see a serenity about you that was never there before."

  "I don't know. I can only tell you I feel more feminine... more of a woman... more content, like this. Our sex life, even with the children, is wonderful because I am now a woman. That is such a useless explanation but it's the best I can do."

  "So, why were you rude to the Rev. Chambers?"

  "He fancies you. I saw it in his face. He'd have you as his wife or partner in about five seconds flat. It was written all over him. I have to protect you... you're my sister in law. My brother would never forgive me if anything happened to you."

  "Sally, I am well again now. You can't protect me all your life and you don't need to. As for Gary... he's dead. God knows, I wish he weren't, but he is. He can't withhold forgiveness. Anyway Rev. Chambers doesn't fancy me. He was just being welcoming. He's not going to suddenly sweep me off my feet and throw me over his knee to spank me, Sally. That is just ridiculous."

  Then the doorbell went and made a liar of me.

  ---oOo---

  Sally was busy trying to settle Rose so I went to the front door to find Rev. Chambers standing there with a big smile on his face.

  "Mrs Anderton, I didn't feel as if I had much of an opportunity to welcome you to our community so I hoped to put that right."

  I must have appeared a total idiot. I went bright red and stammered a load of nonsense before finally remembering my manners and inviting him in. Sally had managed to get Rose off and had put her in her room with a baby monitor. She saw who our visitor was and blushed. Yes, my Sally, blushed.

  "I'm sorry Tom, I was rude yesterday. Sam has made it clear how awful I was and I apologise. I thought I was protecting Anne. She didn't know what sort of community this was."

  "No need to apologise. I understood what was going on. I do hope you're not too sore this morning."

  I was shocked. He knew she got spanked. "Bloody hell... you knew Sally was spanked!"

  He was very mild but I saw the disapproval on his face. "Of course. It was more than a corner time rudeness and, Mrs Anderton, if you were my wife, you'd now be over my knee fo
r that use of language."

  I was lost for words and I heard Sally chuckle.

  "But, you are not yet my wife so you're safe, although I can't say I approve of that sort of casual profanity."

  To my astonishment I found myself apologising. No, really I did. I actually apologised and Sally chuckled some more. I shot her an evil glare but it just made her giggle all the more.

  "Oh dear, I'm afraid I've got off to a bad start here, Mrs Anderton. Oh dear again. Such a formal way of speaking. May I call you Anne?"

  I nodded.

  "Lovely. I'm Tom."

  "Anne, I came to invite you out to dinner tonight. There is a rather nice restaurant I know and I thought we could get to know each other over a relaxed meal."

  Sally snorted loudly but said nothing.

  "Why would you want to get to know me better?"

  Sally snorted again and this time she spoke. "Oh for pity's sake Anne. Look in the mirror, girl. You're a very attractive woman. You also have a lovely way with you and put people at their ease. Why do you think my brother picked you the second he saw you? He told me he'd just met the best girl in the whole world and he was going to marry you. And he did."

  "Amen to all that." Tom spoke softly. "I am only inviting you out to dinner... for now."

  "But I'm a widow..."

  "Anne, I am sure your treatment included facing up to the fact that you might well meet someone else and want to be with them."

  "Yes."

  "Dinner then. I'll pick you up."

  With that he made his goodbyes and left. I was stunned. Sally was full of, "I told you so," because he had said I wasn't yet his wife but implying I would be. I was irritated. Apart from the fact I had no intention of marrying him, much less letting him spank me, it was her assumptions that got me. I very nearly didn't go. I felt stroppy about it all but in the end I dressed up to go out for dinner. It was a strange feeling: part excitement at the thought of going out with a man; part stroppiness at the idea he might even consider spanking me; and part guilt that somehow I was betraying Gary. I knew I wasn't of course but it didn't stop the feeling.