THE FLR Dd contract.

So, the next evening, she was ready to tell me about and show me the DD agreement she had prepared.
The conversation went something like this:

artwork lifted from GLENMORETALES.blogspot.com
(if I could find an email address to contact the author, I would...in the meantime, if he contacts me and requests I remove his work, I will!)

At her desk, she had a document waiting for me to sign, and I saw the implements she had laid out:

I looked it over and signed.
She told me to strip naked and

and get over her knee 

and she swatted my bare bottom with her Spencer paddle, mercilessly  
I stood up rubbing my bottom and watched her flexing the cane 

and she ordered me to bend over a chair and 

I yelped at each of the ten strokes given.

She stopped and said, "So we are in agreement. I realize the document is in no way legally binding, but it does indicate we have an understanding.
Once we are married, I am in charge of your discipline, to be administered by me, however, and whenever, I choose."
"Yes, dear," I said, rubbing my bottom, with my eyes close.
"Just try to remember, for such discipline sessions, you will NOT be allowed to rub your bottom until I dismiss you. Which very often will not be until you've spent some time standing in a corner or facing a wall, with your hands on your head."
"Yes, dear."
"AND, once I declare a session is to commence, you will then and during the session, address me as 'Ma'am'.
"Yes ...uh ma'am."
"Good.  Now let's talk about a wedding date."

Neither of us had family to consider, so we set one in the very near future.