She would spend a year adhering to the strictest interpretation of traditional gender roles. She quit her job, and focused all her attention on womanly duties: cooking, cleaning, sewing, shopping, doting on her husband, and so on. She set up a blog called "I'm Back in the Kitchen, What Now?" where she wrote about her daily experiences. She assumed she'd be describing a lot of bored sitting around, growing tensions between her and her husband, and the general breakdown of domestic harmony.
The project got off to a rocky start when she realized just how much there was to do around the house. When she and her husband were both working hundreds of little problems built up, always being put off for later. Now she had time to address them, and the improvement in both her and her husband's moods were marked. Add to that the fact they were both eating so much better thanks to the hours she spent cooking each day, and it was impossible to deny that they were both happier and more energetic. Within a few months her husband's extra verve was noticed at work, and he was offered a substantial promotion. Lyndsay wasn't quite sure how to frame any of this on her blog.
Then there was sex. Like a proper lady she'd sworn off masturbation entirely, and ensured her husband knew to act like a proper man: to take what he wanted from her without concern for her needs. The extra effort she put into looking pretty meant he couldn't keep his hands off her, and she found she enjoyed the attention. Far from the uncomfortable chore she'd expected, it was a huge turnon to know he was getting everything he wanted from her. The fact that she so rarely achieved orgasm just kept her eager for for the next time he'd want to screw.
Two months into the project the only thing going according to plan was how awkward corporal punishment was. It had been difficult to even convince her husband to participate, but Lyndsay had been adamant that it had once been a husband's right to discipline his wife, and she needed to embrace that for the project to work. He was so reluctant that she resorted to telling him what to be upset about, and how to punish her for it, usually followed by a scolding that he wasn't doing it right. She delighted in writing about the strain the whole debacle was putting on their relationship, and did her best to downplay how much their lives had improved otherwise.
Unfortunately one day, while she was chiding him for ruining her experiment by being too gentle, something snapped in him. He gave her a stern command to be quiet, pulled her over his knee, and walloped her behind good and red. Lyndsay felt a rush of triumph. Already writing in her head, she imagined how she'd describe the way traditional gender roles inspired violence in otherwise gentle men. Then, as if pounded into her brain by the belt, a creeping guilt appeared in Lyndsey's mind. She'd done this. Not by asking him to be a man, but by taking away his manhood by belittling him. He was so strong. Strong enough to hold her down like this. He'd always used his strength to protect her, and she'd scolded him for something so silly...
When the spanking was over Lyndsay sat on the floor. With tear filled eyes she looked up into her husband's stern face. Something had changed inside both of them. This is the way it was supposed to be.
As the tone of her blog began to change, the only thing Lyndsay had left to complain about was how much time she had on her hands during the day. Shortly thereafter Lyndsay announced she was pregnant, and changed the blog's title to "I'm Back in the Kitchen, and You Should Be Too!"
Thanks are due to Lyndsay for requesting this story.
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