I was driving home in Eastern Tennessee on a Friday night. It was 10:30, and I knew my wife was going to be somewhat upset with me for being so late. I had stopped by the bar with my buddies for a couple of beers after work. My wife, Betty, was ok with this but told me to be home no later than 9. I knew that I was going to get my ass blistered when I got home. Our relationship was one that included domestic discipline, and this has always worked in keeping our marriage strong. She’s the dominant female, and I’m the submissive. And I like it that way, but I was not looking forward to what was… Read more
