A little story on what we mean by “discipline” in our couple.
A long time ago, I came home very, very drunk after an evening with friends, smelling of booze and sweat. My wife let me go to bed. My stomach was churning, I was nauseous and my night was uneasy. In the morning, I woke up with a hang-over and still some nausea.
My wife ordered me to the bathroom and told me to pee, poop if I could and vomit if needed. I did not expect her to follow me and start filling the enema bag as I was sitting on the loo!
Needless to say, I was soon bottom up head down getting filled, and then had to wait for a while in the same position. My wife stood, arms crossed and with a severe air, as I expelled.
“Feeling better?”. Curiously, yes. Perhaps the enema brings much needed hydration while not triggering vomiting reflexes, as would drinking a lot of water would do.
“Then have a shower. You stink.”
When I came out of the shower, I realized that she had ideas on how to deal with me. She had fetched from the kitchen a cutting board with a handle, a bit the shape of an American school paddle (not that I ever saw a real one).
“Bend over the desk.”
And then, I was paddled, and not lightly.
In all fairness, when, somewhat after that, my wife came home drunk after an evening out with colleagues, she submitted to the same treatment and punishment.