First of all, Sparkle, your basic question is quite commendable. Although I'm going to explain why none of the Sisterhood's punitive practices would be considered excessive or abusive, physically or psychologically, the treatment of our group's spousal affiliates (husbands of full members) is a legitimate serious concern.

To us sisters, our spouses are beloved lifemates and not slaves, servants or necessarily even submissives, except for their submitting to our spanking-related decisions within the context of a Spousal Correction Contract. None of us joined the Sisterhood in order to oppress or mistreat our spouses, rather we did so in order to mutually support one another in establishing a strict-but-loving female-led marital relationship based on mutually accepted domestic discipline.

As our youngest sororial affiliate, you may think that some of the chastisements administered by sisters (and other sororial affiliates) to the chapter's husbands are somewhat excessive, but taken in overall context they are no more severe than the men both need and deserve for their repeated misconduct. In particular you referred to recent and impending corporal correction that my own darling mate Crimson endured and is due to undergo at the upcoming monthly meeting, so I'm going to discuss that specific situation in answering your inquiry. (I believe that Crimson is one of only two Sisterhood spousal affiliates whose bare behind you've paddled personally, so your interest is understandable.)

Crimson did indeed receive two very sound spankings last Saturday morning, the first one was a two-part bare-bottom blistering delivered by sororial affiliate Sunshine-thirty-six strokes of the nylon cane followed (after ten minutes of sniffling, shorts-down cornertime) by eighty-four forceful whacks with her wooden racquetball paddle while he was bent over her knee. According to Sunshine, it was a disciplinary session that left my darling husband blubbering like a well-spanked toddler. Since he'd misbehaved like a little boy, embarrassing her by twice using profanity during a tournament tennis match in which he was playing as her partner, Crimson's punishment certainly fit his crime-especially as he'd received numerous scoldings and chastisements, from both Sunshine and myself, for similar offenses in the past.  He had to be taught an extremely emphatic lesson, she calculated, in order that his unsportsmanlike conduct would not be repeated at least for the remainder of their tournament competition that weekend.

When Crimson arrived home with a tearstained face I had no difficulty figuring out the situation, once he'd confirmed my conjecture I vigorously applied my whipping strap to his naked buttocks after instructing him to lower his tennis shorts (leaving his jockstrap to neatly frame my target area) and bend over the couch arm. Even though his posterior was already striped from Sunshine's caning of him and glowing brilliantly crimson from the subsequent wielding of her paddle, I nonetheless administered a thorough leathering that left the couch cushion beneath Crimson's face soaked with his spattered teardrops. Because he'd ignored my warnings about cursing during his match he'd made me seem like an ineffectual disciplinarian; I found such besmirching of my reputation extremely annoying and therefore made his bare bottom pay for it in spades.

However, Crimson is an extreme example of the Sisterhood's core belief that males have backsides designed by Mother Nature to absorb copious amounts of corporal correction at feminine hands (swinging punitive implements), in order to balance out their often irresponsible, self-centered attitudes that make such seat-scorchings necessary. Crimson's derriere remains quite sensitive to chastisement (I've helped out the Sacred Feminine by regularly applying aloe cream and baby oil to keep it relatively tender), spankings still sting him intensely, but his rump is also quite resilient in recovering from its frequent womanly ravagements-a wonderful combination for a man requiring his high frequency and severity of loving discipline. At this point, his comeuppance had involved merely the slight embarrassment of being privately punished by both Sunshine and myself; Bosslady, whom Sunshine had awakened to borrow her nylon cane after the tennis match, was the only other person to know of his chastisement at her hands-and later certainly mine as well.

The embarrassment factor became dramatically heightened once Sunshine and I had separately sent our accounts of the "ass-whuppings" we'd given Crimson to our webmistress Buxom. By evening almost all of our chapter's sisters and sororial affiliates had read those detailed narratives, accompanied by his apologies for misconduct and sincere thanks for his spankings, and been informed of the three-person reminder session he was imminently facing and the two disciplinary sessions he was scheduled to undergo at the chapter's monthly meeting. One of us, Amazon, was also playing in the tournament with her husband Hotseat and encountered the Sunshine-Crimson team at the tennis center the next morning. Amazon asked a number of questions about the effectiveness of the nylon cane (from both spanker and spankee perspectives), if Crimson had done much "weeping and wailing" during his chastisement, the current state of his "bouncy bubblebutt" and what feelings of anticipation he and Sunshine were experiencing about the looming reminder spanking. Her final remark to Crimson was "Good luck on the court, be a good sport and try to be someone whipping ass for a change." (Hotseat, typically for a spousal affiliate, hadn't looked at the Sisterhood website and ignored his wife's breezy queries about Crimson's disciplinary fate.)

According to Amazon, my spouse's facial cheeks reddened brightly- although hardly as much as his nether moons had the day before-during that playful yet pointed bantering between herself and Sunshine; his own conversation was merely mumbled monosyllables. Embarrassment is an aspect of domestic discipline, especially with other women teasing the recently-spanked and/or soon-to-be-spanked male about his punishments, although being bare-butt walloped in front of a roomful of tittering, gleeful ladies cheering on the female chastiser-Crimson's disciplinary destiny in ten days-is much more deeply embarrassing.

Still, we do try to draw the line between extreme embarrassment, which is intended to humble the overinflated male ego thereby improving the masculine spankee's attitude, and outright humiliation, which could be psychologically destructive. Crimson is easily embarrassed by the female-administered bare-bottomed spankings he receives, especially in front of womanly witnesses while he's being rapidly reduced to babyish blubbering, yet he's able to accept such circumstances with self-deprecating humor. One of the Sisterhood's key policies, that only the buttocks (not the genitals) of a chastised husband are to be exposed to the view of nonmarital feminine spankers and observers, is designed partially to make such punitive sessions embarrassing but not truly humiliating. (Sunshine gentlly taunts Crimson, "Don't be embarrassed just 'cause you're bare-assed," but he always is.)

Our well-disciplined men may be further embarrassed by being assigned brief cornertime, being required to wear oversized 'Doctor Dentons' then spanked in them while flap-down in the rear and being gently taunted about their glowing glutes and tearstreaked faces. All of these actions are attempts to reduce the massive male ego to manageable size but not to destroy legitimate masculine self-esteem and personal pride. It's a tricky proposition, I readily admit, to accomplish this aim: "We want our lifemates bare-bottomed and very emphatically spanked, with stripes crisscrossing their blazing-hot bumcheeks and teardrops pouring from their desperate eyes; we want them red-assed and sobbing with their noses touching the corner, severely 'whupped' into shape while humbled into becoming caring and considerate individuals, but we don't want their spirits broken or their individuality inhibited, and we never want to engender any doubts about our lasting love for them."

For most husbands these objectives would seem contradictory, but our spouses are voluntarily affiliated with the Sisterhood and have accepted its female-led domestic discipline as the optimal approach to maintaining and strengthening their marriages, just as our full- fledged sisters have. Additionally, we sisters recognize that our menfolk have spanko-submissive tendencies, although not all of them to the same degree, and therefore receive some subconscious gratification from even severe punishment spankings-otherwise they wouldn't have initially co-signed their Sisterhood-sponsored Contract. (I will concede that Crimson's 5% positive feelings toward his strictly punitive, often highly embarrassing chastisements are buried deep down in his psyche, at the surface level he's extremely apprehensive.)

As for the supposed "mental torture" of making Crimson anticipate his extensive reminder session for almost sixty hours, my rule is that a reminder session be given just before bedtime (10:30 p.m.) between thirty-six and sixty hours after the original disciplinary action, so in the recent case (with two "guest spankers" plus myself reinforcing his lesson) that meant beginning his punishment at 9:45 with preliminary cornertime starting at 9:30 Monday night.

I call this the "dread and delight" period in which my misbehaving mate reflects on his mistakes and resolves to avoid repeating them, although his main focus invariably is upon the upcoming chastisement which he anticipates with gloomy dread. I help him remain focused by mentioning his impending corrective comeuppance frequently, solicitously inquiring about the state of his posterior ("Is your bottom still sore, sweetie? ") while referring to the reminder session's specifics ("Bosslady can hardly wait to stripe your bare seat with her nylon cane, honeybun, Sunshine's planning on putting you across her lap for an extremely extended hairbrush whacking, while I'll deliver a truly wicked licking with the whipping strap inbetween. Count on wearing your cute 'Doctor Dentons' --we'll let Sunshine have fun lowering their 'trap door' for you--and on bawling like a baby.").

It's a delightful time for me, I enjoy giving Crimson less-than- comforting reassurances: "We're going to sting your naked fanny like a swarm of angry hornets and you'll cry a river of tears, but your bare derriere is designed to take intensive walloping, darling, so don't worry about  your bouncy bubblebutt -there will be no lasting harm to your chubby caboose, although it's going to hurt like hell at the time." His dismayed expression in reaction is always pricelessly amusing, I can't help chuckling while patting his bumcheeks with mock sympathy. "Positively perfect for womanly spanking." Crimson accepts my teasing manfully, knowing that his upcoming chastisement is unavoidable and that I've determined that it's in both of our long- term best interest. A Monday evening spanking will result in him being devilishly examined at work by his colleague Amazon, including lowering his trousers at her insistence to "show me the damage to your behind." (His Sisterhood spankybriefs cover his front side while causing "southern exposure" behind, leaving him "embarrassed 'cause he's bare-assed" but hardly humiliated.)

When this reminder session finally started, Crimson seemed relieved- until Sunshine squatted behind him to end his prepunitive cornertime by lowering the seat flap of his powder blue 'Doctor Dentons then briskly slapped his bared backside while announcing "It's spank-time, sweetheart!" Mere seconds later he was jacknifed over a chairback while Bosslady painted three dozen exquisitely painful scarlet stripes across his openly-exposed asscheeks with my whippy black nylon cane. You should've heard him howl, it was a shamelessly childlike performance, but he somehow maintained his position even as his teardrops splashed onto the chair.

Following cornertime, he bent over my padded ottoman while I delivered a blistering lengthy leathering with my wicked whipping strap, an implement that I simply adore for the terrific sting it produces when vigorously applied to naked masculine buttocks. Sisterhood policy is that corporal correction is targeted only at the male spankee's posterior, so my ninety-six blazing licks were overlaid one another on my blubbering spouse's quivering bumcheeks. Sunshine finished his chastisement, after more brief cornertime, by putting him in a restraint position and administering an awesome hairbrush "ass- whupping" of twelve dozen smacks that had him squalling like an infant over her knee.

It was a sensational, intensely-stinging extensive spanking, but it reinforced a much-needed lesson and it left Crimson a better man- momentarily anyway. That he cooperated humbly in receiving his deserved discipline and thanked us afterward, that says it all.

--Beauty