My fantasy:
I asked her to marry me.
She said, Only if I sign a Domestic Discipline Agreement, first
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
Leigh and I had been dating awhile. Long enough that we had sex a number of times, as long as she initiated it, and with me frequently staying overnight at her place.
I casually suggested we move in together.
She shot me down, saying, "I'm not going to live with a man until I'm married to him."
And that was the end of that discussion ... for a couple of months.
Until I did ask her to marry me.
"Well," she said, "I thought this might be coming up. And I've had time to figure out to word my response. So... before I would agree to marry you, or for that matter, any man who asked me, I will require that you agree to a Domestic Discipline agreement."
"Um what's that?"
"An agreement that states that I can, and I will, spank your bare bottom with any implement of my choice, at any time
I deem it appropriate. The agreement states that you give your consent, in advance, to accept any such discipline I care to administer."
"A ...spanking?"
"Well, 'spanking' is a generic word and possible conjures up images of ... having your pants down, and being over my lap, while I slap your bottom with my hand. Discipline from me will be much ... harsher than that, the very least of it would be, with me using a solid hairbrush ... and you would usually be required to strip naked for such discipline, or at the least, stripped to your underwear. Any such discipline I give you will be, and is intended to be, quite painful for you."
"Ohhh. Ummm... for what reasons would such discipline be ... given to me?"
"Primarily, for breaking any rules that I have."
"Would I be given a list of such rules?"
"No. The rules are, by and large, common sense, good manners, basic courtesy, that sort of thing. Anything out of the ordinary, you'll learn along the way."
"And, if I break a rule that I didn't know existed...?"
"You'll be punished."
"Oh. Wow. Um, is this agreement retroactive?"
"Meaning ...?"
"Would I be ... punished ... for rules I might have broken before this agreement came into effect?"
"No."
"And would this agreement be effective as of our wedding?"
"No. It becomes effective when I accept your proposal ... when we are ...engaged."
"And um when might you be doing that ... accepting my proposal?"
"After we perform the ceremony of signing the Domestic Discipline agreement. I know it would not be legally binding, but it's enough for you to realize that I WILL file for divorce if you do not abide by it."
"Uhh ... wait, you said 'ceremony'?"
"Not a BIG thing ... but you will be required to strip naked ... and be spanked by me, before and after the signing of the document, as your way of saying, you accept the agreement."
"Uhh and then?"
"Then, I will accept your proposal, and we'll eventually start planning our wedding."
"Oh... well... can I think about this?"
"Sure, I expected that. Care for a glass of wine?"
"Yes, please."
We sipped wine, in virtual silence.
Then I blurted out, "Okay, I ... agree."
She looked at me, almost smiling, and nodded. "When shall we have the ... ceremony?"
"I think ... after another glass of wine, I'll be ready."
"Okay..."
I sipped from my glass, while she sat at her computer and printed out a document.
"Okay, I'm ready."
I gulped down my wine, and said, "Okay ...so...?"
to be continued in THE Domestic Discipline Agreement 2
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