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My name is Bree and I fairly recently married a wonderful but strict man named William, who is 14 years my senior (I'm 19 and he's 33). Until I met him, I wasn't a Christian and was also a tomboy. I tried to engage in male activities (football, boxing, skateboarding, fighting, etc.) in a stupid effort to prove that I was as good as any boy. Everything I did was geared toward that futile and Godless goal.
When I met William, it was through my father. I love my father, but he actively encouraged me to pursue male-type endeavors... something that William found disgusting indeed. He asked my father to take me out on a date. My father agreed, but I pitched a fit and refused. That refusal was a big mistake (something I'm learning that us women are prone to making)! When he came to pick me up for that date, only to find me in my room with my ripped up blue jeans and "Cannibal Corpse" shirt on, he went ballistic, telling me that a Godly woman should never wear such abominations and so forth. He ordered me to put on a dress, foundation garments and hosiery, I laughed in his face. I didn't own anything of the sort.
He canceled the date right then and there, leading me to think that I had gotten my way (which is what usually happened). What I didn't know was that he wasn't so much cancelling our date as he was postponing it. The following weekend, he showed up with some bags of stuff and came up to my room, with my father there as well.
He told me that I was acting like a spoiled child and that he was going to treat me as such. I had no idea what he was talking about until he pulled me over his lap and began tanning my hide! It hurt like crazy, but he was too strong for me to escape. I kicked, flailed and screamed obscenities. When he finally concluded the spanking (and believe me, it felt like hours!), he took a pack of diapers from the bag and proceeded to put one of them on me, along with a childish-looking red shirt and then snapped some photos of me in that state. I was in no shape to protest much after the butt-spanking I had just received. Besides, I certainly didn't want an encore performance.
I was sooooo embarrassed! He spent the "date" with me at my home that evening and treated me extremely well. He explained (in great detail, I might add) about how I must accept God into my heart and learn that a woman's place is in the kitchen or over her husband's knees. I was resistant at first, but after enough punishments, I began to see the errors of my way.
He even managed to bring my father and my brother (Connor) to God. That took some getting used to. Before William came along, I pretty much ruled the roost in my household and even bullied my brother, who is almost 3 years younger than I am. Once William took Connor under his wing, the tables turned. Now, my younger brother orders ME around. I have to admit that that still irritates me a lot, because he's younger.
William laid out a lot of rules for me to follow and instituted a strict dress code for me. I had to burn all my pants/jeans, tennis shoes and death metal band shirts. I was told that from that point on, I would wear modest dresses/skirts and feminine shoes (some heels, mostly flats) and I would never be allowed to go without pantyhose and a girdle. He claims it keeps me in the ladylike mindset. I guess it's hard to argue. Anytime I get the urge to do male-like activities, the urge goes away real quick when I remember that I'm wearing a long dress and hosiery. LOL!
Anyway, William dated me for four months before proposing to me. I had reservations at first, but I said yes. I don't think he'd have taken no for an answer anyway, so I didn't want to risk yet another spanking.
We've been married now for a bit over three months and I've been trying really hard to be a good wife to him. It's not easy to be obedient (likely due to the fact that I was spoiled rotten), but I'm improving rapidly. He seems happy with my progress, though on occasions, I still act kind of bratty. Needless to say, he still keeps those awful diapers around (I still don't think making me wear those is right).
It was his idea for me to join the Landover Baptist Church Forum so that I can learn from the knowledgeable and wise folks here as well as from him. In fact, he instructed me to use one of the photos he took of me in the diaper as my avatar here. It's humiliating, but I suppose that's the point.
At any rate, I'm looking forward to obtaining wisdom from you all. I'll try to be very attentive, even though I'm just a woman.
When I met William, it was through my father. I love my father, but he actively encouraged me to pursue male-type endeavors... something that William found disgusting indeed. He asked my father to take me out on a date. My father agreed, but I pitched a fit and refused. That refusal was a big mistake (something I'm learning that us women are prone to making)! When he came to pick me up for that date, only to find me in my room with my ripped up blue jeans and "Cannibal Corpse" shirt on, he went ballistic, telling me that a Godly woman should never wear such abominations and so forth. He ordered me to put on a dress, foundation garments and hosiery, I laughed in his face. I didn't own anything of the sort.
He canceled the date right then and there, leading me to think that I had gotten my way (which is what usually happened). What I didn't know was that he wasn't so much cancelling our date as he was postponing it. The following weekend, he showed up with some bags of stuff and came up to my room, with my father there as well.
He told me that I was acting like a spoiled child and that he was going to treat me as such. I had no idea what he was talking about until he pulled me over his lap and began tanning my hide! It hurt like crazy, but he was too strong for me to escape. I kicked, flailed and screamed obscenities. When he finally concluded the spanking (and believe me, it felt like hours!), he took a pack of diapers from the bag and proceeded to put one of them on me, along with a childish-looking red shirt and then snapped some photos of me in that state. I was in no shape to protest much after the butt-spanking I had just received. Besides, I certainly didn't want an encore performance.
I was sooooo embarrassed! He spent the "date" with me at my home that evening and treated me extremely well. He explained (in great detail, I might add) about how I must accept God into my heart and learn that a woman's place is in the kitchen or over her husband's knees. I was resistant at first, but after enough punishments, I began to see the errors of my way.
He even managed to bring my father and my brother (Connor) to God. That took some getting used to. Before William came along, I pretty much ruled the roost in my household and even bullied my brother, who is almost 3 years younger than I am. Once William took Connor under his wing, the tables turned. Now, my younger brother orders ME around. I have to admit that that still irritates me a lot, because he's younger.
William laid out a lot of rules for me to follow and instituted a strict dress code for me. I had to burn all my pants/jeans, tennis shoes and death metal band shirts. I was told that from that point on, I would wear modest dresses/skirts and feminine shoes (some heels, mostly flats) and I would never be allowed to go without pantyhose and a girdle. He claims it keeps me in the ladylike mindset. I guess it's hard to argue. Anytime I get the urge to do male-like activities, the urge goes away real quick when I remember that I'm wearing a long dress and hosiery. LOL!
Anyway, William dated me for four months before proposing to me. I had reservations at first, but I said yes. I don't think he'd have taken no for an answer anyway, so I didn't want to risk yet another spanking.
We've been married now for a bit over three months and I've been trying really hard to be a good wife to him. It's not easy to be obedient (likely due to the fact that I was spoiled rotten), but I'm improving rapidly. He seems happy with my progress, though on occasions, I still act kind of bratty. Needless to say, he still keeps those awful diapers around (I still don't think making me wear those is right).
It was his idea for me to join the Landover Baptist Church Forum so that I can learn from the knowledgeable and wise folks here as well as from him. In fact, he instructed me to use one of the photos he took of me in the diaper as my avatar here. It's humiliating, but I suppose that's the point.
At any rate, I'm looking forward to obtaining wisdom from you all. I'll try to be very attentive, even though I'm just a woman.
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