As you may know, I have a bit of a frolicky relationship with my older sister, Sue.

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Sue is kinky and open-minded, as am I. She is a top in her personal life, as am I (though in my case it's only "mostly"). In her younger days, Sue did some modelling, including some fetish modelling in San Fran. She has always been a bit bi, but became more straight-up lesbian after her divorce. I have developed into quite a little bi girl myself over the years.

After she divorced we really got close to one another, sharing everything. When I got into domming david, I wanted to share that fact with her. david was very ok with that. He has always had a "sister" fantasy about the two of us, and is a bit of a shame slut as you know, so having my sister "know" played right into his kink. Having her watch and join in even more so, as you can imagine.

As a consequence of her liberal nature and her interest level, I have invited her around on many occasions as an additional "treat" for my husband. She happily watches, spanks, and seems to even enjoy giving handjobs to my "poor" hubby. Whenever she has suitable girl-friends, she is generally happy to invite them along if she thinks they can keep a secret and would enjoy it. The whole thing has been just as much fun for Sue as it has been for us. In fact, she only got into topping in her personal life after she started playing with us (she had a delightful little toy for about a year named Trina, that we played with several times).

The very early boundaries we setup was no undressing for either of us, no strap-on sex for him in front of her, and nothing "sexual" in the sense of a threesome or involving her in our sex life outside of the kink stuff. She never had a problem with the spanking, the dress-up, the butt toys, watching him ejaculate, or even ejaculating him herself, as she did not consider this "sex" at all, more just a form of topping in that context.

Over the years, we sort of blew through most of these boundaries. Mainly it was me pushing (ok, all me if you must know, but she was game!). After gradually moving forward over the past five years, the boundary pushing really accelerated within the past year. It started with us diapering my husband and then me "breast feeding" him in front of her (Husband Made to Take the Breast). We had agreed to do that, and while doing that, she was going to handjob him into his diaper (yes, we are self-aware, we know we are total freaks, and loving it). That was all arranged and agreed upon, but it was already pushing some boundaries, in a creative fashion, I'd say.

I threw in a bit of a very natural "twist", by asking Sue to transfer some of the cum from inside his diapers onto my nipple so he could suck on that. I know it was naughty and pushing boundaries to have her smear his cum onto my bare titties, especially as she is "into" girls (but who isn't, really?). She initially said "No!" with a laugh, but I cajoled her and she did it, and blushed as she did it, and I called her out on that blush. She got even more embarrassed by that and told me to "shut up". When I asked her what she would do if I didn't, she said she'd put me across her knee. She said it jokingly, but still, it was said! Even after that I caught her staring at my exposed breasts again and pointed that out, and she told me to shut up again. On the way out she said "no more peeling off in front of me!" But it was all in the spirit of fun and games and me being the "naughty little sister."

That whole fun incident really stuck in my mind. I actually found that I really wanted a spanking from her, despite the thought not really having entered my mind at all before that. I didn't have the courage to actually talk to her so I texted her, asking her if she was really serious about that - about her actually spanking me. She texted back that she was, and made me sort of beg for my spanking, and then made pretty darned clear it would be a barn-burner. I was extremely excited by this turn of events! (I Asked Her...)

She came around. David was not allowed to watch. She stripped me totally bare, spanked my bottom and my breasts (!), then made me straddle her tweed-covered knee with my bare pussy and spanked me to several orgasms (!!). After I was a spent little girl, she gave me my real spanking! Oh my. Immediately after she left, as an added punishment for me disobeying her in a related regard, she required me to get david to perform anal intercourse on me in our bedroom, and ejaculate into my bum. I did all that (Spanked by my Sister).

I had Sue take a picture of me as a souvenir. That T-shirt stayed up above my bare breasts the whole time to "make a point". And can you just imagine that a few minutes after that picture was taken, my husband was actually spreading those cheeks and fucking me right up the bum!?! I know it's hard to imagine that, but I'm sure you'll try your best...

When we texted about it all afterwards, I thanked her and she was all super cool with an understated "it was fun," as if we had just gone to see a show or something.

Later on we had a chance to actually talk face to face about it, and I admitted to her about not being able to stop thinking about it. She said she'd be happy to give me another if I asked her again. I tried to get her to at least agree to not spanking me as hard next time, and steering clear of punishing my breasts again. She adamantly refused and said that if I asked her again I'd get it harder and longer on my ass, and a whipping especially on my breasts. I also ascertained that she had zero desire to switch. So that has scared me off from asking her again! Trouble is, the more that time goes by, the more I get to craving it from her, despite what I know I'm in for. The fiend!

So all of that was what I considered to be a mega-escalation boundary pushing affair on both sides. Since then, there have been a couple of hints of more to come.

Sue was over playing with us when I was turning the tables on david after he spanked me in front of my whole family (Julie Spanked in Front of Family). After that, followed up by a really good spanking and very subby sex for me after he got me home, I was in total subby mode for a couple of weeks (it takes a while for me to switch off being subby!). I admitted this to Sue and asked for her help in the inevitable turning of the tables on david. You see, I get stuck in subby mode, and am incredibly excited being there, but gradually get more and more annoyed with myself for being such a pathetic little submissive slut, and then need to get back on top. And then after a while on top, I start craving being subby again. It never ends!

During the table turning (Tables Turned!) Sue and I plotted to have me me give david a golden shower at the start while she watched (my idea that she went for). She was the one, however, who suggested I make him lick my pussy (while she watched!) while I peed on him. So there's more boundaries exploding!

After that, and at the end of Sue and I both putting him through his paces, she had promised him an unspecified reward if he took it "like a good girl". Her "reward" for him was a freakin' blowjob!!! Without clearing it with me first! Now it's not that I mind per se. I've allowed other girls to give him blowjobs before, including Sue's little toy, Trina. But it was always with my say so. When I asked her "what just happened?!?" after she blew him like a pro and swallowed his cum (!), she told me that she believed it was called a "blowjob" (ha ha) and then asked "any complaints, little sister?" And so you can imagine, knowing me, that made me sort of cream my panties, especially in the context of her having spanked me so good previously, and promising worse still in the future were I to request another. And then she made me thank her out loud in a polite little voice for taking care of my husband's needs like that. It was definitely going through my mind that if I did not thank her like that, all submissive and polite like that, that I'd be getting that spanking "on the spot", whether I asked for it or not (she would never do that, force that on me, but that's what it felt like). As she was leaving she said "we'll talk later" with a sort of wink, but we never really did.

Afterwards I gave david a fucking hard strapping for having the temerity to enjoy my sister's mouth on his cock like that. I was toying with the idea of telling Sue that she needed to submit to my strap as well for not having asked permission in advance, but the more I thought about it the more I felt she'd take the strap from me and give me double whatever I intended to give her. You just don't mess with 100% lesbian toppy big sisters like that!

So then there was this last episode where Sue brought along a couple of her friends as witnesses to how I domme my husband. And an incredibly awesome scene that was (Husband Spanked in front of Feminist Lesbians!). At the very end of that, as she and her two friends were leaving, I suggested that, as Sue had not actually spanked david this time, that next time she might take him across her knee herself? Well, Sue responded to that by saying, hold onto your hats, "Or maybe take you across my knee, little sister, you know how much you enjoy that..." And she said that in front of her two friends. And I was left a bit speechless and feeling the colour rising in my cheeks, which must have been a sight, and her friends laughed and everything. I was left wondering what she had shared with them regarding that time she spanked me, or what she would share afterwards (after no doubt being pestered by them over a few drinks back at their place!). Would she share how she slapped my bare breasts until there were tears in my eyes? Or how she spanked me, buck naked as I was, to orgasm while straddling her knee? Or the manner in which she required my husband to have sex with me after she left???

So all of this heat got me lying in bed in just my panties, hooking my left thumb into the waistband and drawing them down in front, and playing with my clit while imagining myself across her knee, writhing under her giant strict wooden spoon, my legs splayed, spanked to another orgasm... Excuse me a moment, I'll be right back...


...oh my!

Yes, that is exactly how I feel.

So, this being ridiculous, it was time for another late night text message...

Me: you alone?
Sue: yup
Me: girl needs a spanking...
Sue: I'm sure you husband will oblige
Me: How about my big sister?
Sue: Naughty Naughty
Me: yes!
Sue: Ok, but this time, he stays to watch... and play
Me: how play?
Sue: however I say
Me: hey... I'm nobody's slut!
Sue: we'll have to see about that. Next week ok? Monday at 8?
Me: I'll check david and get back
Sue: ok. text me soon as you know
Me: I will. And thank you... I think!
Sue: de nada. David and I will have fun. Not so sure about you 😜
Me: ohhhhh!

That was two days ago. I explained it to David. He declared me a weird chick, but is totally game. It's set for Monday.

WHAT HAVE I DONE????

This???

Then this????? While SHE watches????

How embarrassing will it be to have my husband watch while my sister spanks me to tears??? And how very much more so embarrassing if she watches him having sex with me? Penetrated and fucked like a total little whore for big sister's amusement? I sure HOPE that won't happen!!!!

So, as promised, and as setup in Sister Frolics!, Sue came around last Monday at around 8pm to give her little sister (me!) a good spanking WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHED!


PLUS, in keeping with our theme of "boundary pushing", my sister sat there and watched, and teased, while she made my husband have his way with me...


Why was I doing this?!? I had to be absolutely crazy! She had spanked me once before, and the level of pain was ridiculous. Afterwards, I had no desire to repeat it at all. But over time, it started gnawing, gnawing, gnawing away at me. I, in equal measures, craved it and feared it. And the more I feared it, the more I craved it. Nut case! Eventually my stupid side won out, and I (BLUSH) asked her for another spanking...


There were no special instruction in advance this time. She just showed up soon after 8pm. She was dressed in designer jeans and T-shirt. But what she was wearing around her waist was what was most obvious. A thick wide leather belt!

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My immediate visceral reaction was literally my knees shaking when I saw it. Shaking in fear. Shaking in excitement. Well, either shaking, or me rubbing my thighs together as my pussy gushed a little. I hate being such a wanton slut. My pussy actually gushing a little at the sight of my sister with a freakin' belt on!

"Nice belt!" said David, right on cue, simultaneously complimenting my sister and teasing me.

"Thanks," said Sue, "I just bought it. You like?" As she said this, she turned around posing at various angles for David (and I). She looks fabulous in tight jeans. Her ass is amazing. As she posed, I had to imagine that belt coming off and strapping my bottom...

"I do!" he said, "Very practical choice, too."

"I thought so as well," replied Sue. "Cat got your tongue, Julie?"

I stood there and squirmed in embarrassment, fixated on the thick belt around her tiny waist.

"Oh My God!" she said, "are you rubbing your thighs together?" Oh shit, she saw it. And she said it like it was coming from a mean high-school senior chearleader about a new pledge in front of the whole cheerleading squad. This new pledge about to have her skirt lifted, her panties lowered and be bent way over for a paddling so the whole squad can see her wet pussy shame.


"She's been looking forward to this," said David.

"I can see that," said Sue.

How humiliating this all was. To so obviously want your own spanking. I felt like I had to pee my pants. I felt like a silly little girl in the presence of her betters.

David suggested we head into the living room and asked if he could serve Sue a drink.

"Maybe later," said Sue. "I think your wife needs to be taken care of first. Can't leave her waiting. I mean, she just can't seem to get enough, can she?"

"No, she's quite frisky," he replied with a smile. Frisky??

They went into the living room and I followed with a flock of butterflies in my tummy.

"I don't mind spanking her at all," said Sue to David. "I mean, seeing as she gets off on it. She's always been a bit of a brat, besides. She escaped a lot of spankings from Mom and Dad that she truly deserved, if you ask me."

"Hey!" I said.

"No complaining, or it gets worse," she replied with menace in her voice. I zipped it!

"I understand you want me to stay and watch this time?" asked David of Sue.

"Yes, please.  I don't know if she told you, but last time she got a bit 'frisky', as you say, while straddling my knee."

Oh Blush!

"Yes, I heard about that," David said.

"Well, that's more your department than mine," said Sue. "I thought you should be here for my safety," she said with a smile. "Let's get on with it straight away. Why don't you strip her for me now."

What??? That was abrupt!

"My pleasure!" he said with a big grin on his face. He turned me to face my sister who by this time was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the couch. He was behind me. He reached around and started unbuttoning my blouse. He unbuttoned it all the way and removed it from me. That left me in my bra and skirt. He unfastened and unzipped my skirt, and let it drop to the floor. He had me step out of it as he took it away from under me. That left me in only my bra and panties. I blushed, feeling like a proper little whore. I was being undressed for my spanking!

"Go on, take her bra off," Sue said.

David unclasped it from behind, and slowly unveiled me. I crossed my arms over my chest as soon as I could.


"Pull her arms behind her," said Sue.

David takes my upper arms in his hands, and pulls them backwards. My breasts jut out. Oh no. She had threatened a breast whipping last time. Was this going to be it???

"Don't cover up again," she says to me, "we want to see you, beautiful." Then to David, "go on, strip off her panties."

No breast whipping? Phew! Nice that she called me beautiful. I mean, she's the real beauty. But now I was going to lose even my panties. Clothing rights completely revoked. I was going to be made fully naked in front of my clothed sister and husband. Naughty little naked girl waiting for her spanking.

David let go of my arms, put his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and slowly pulled them down my legs. My bare waxed pussy came into view. She could have left me in my panties. Pulled them down a bit behind while over her lap if she really needed to smack my bare bum. But no, I had to be bare naked, pussy and tits on display to my lesbian sister and lustful husband. And then I would need to no doubt get across her knee, for a bare naked spanking in front of Daddy. Mommy not caring if Daddy could see his little girl's bare bouncing breasts, pussy, bottom, and hole as she spanked. The kind of spanking a misbehaving teen has nightmares (and dreams) about.

He lowered my panties all the way to my ankles and helped me step out of them as well. My hands really wanted to cover my pussy, but I held them back. I was completely bare down there, like a little girl. I was feeling warm and excited, and wondered if my pussy lips showed it at all from where Sue was seated.

"Bring her to me," she told David, patting her lap to let him know where she wants me. He walked me over to her and draped me across her knee. I was very comfy with my knees on the couch on one side of her, and my chest and head on the other. He went back to the far side of the room and had a seat. I was bare breasted and bare bottoms up across my own sister's knee. My pussy was tingling like crazy. I couldn't believe this was happening, again. I was acutely aware of my husband observing.

She began gently hand-spanking me. Hand spanks and rubs both. Some of the rubs dangerously close to my most intimate areas! Her hand spanks got harder and harder, but I was melting into them, writhing in pleasure across her lap, and moaning slightly. She built it up well.

She practically whispers to David, not wanting to break the mood, across the room, "have you got a smaller hairbrush? Will you please get it for me?"

Oh dear. The small hairbrush. I knew which one he would get. His. The one he uses for his hair.


He left the room, went to get it, came back and handed it to her, and then took his seat again. While he was gone she stroked my pussy between my legs (!). She definitely went deep enough to feel my excitement, which she casually rubbed onto my ass to clean her fingers. I moaned in pleasure as she played me like this. When he got back she stopped. Our little secret. My sister!

Sue rubbed the hairbrush across my bottom and then started popping me with it, all over my butt. As for her hand, she started lightly and increased the strength of the strokes as she went. The wood is a different sensation than her hand, but also had me squirming in a combination of pain and pleasure. I felt myself pushing my butt up higher to greet the next stroke, and the next, and the next. The whole spanking across her knee went on for quite some time, but still ended too soon.

"She looks a bit heated up," said Sue. Not sure if she was referring to my warm pink backside, or my hot nasty pussy. "Why don't you cool her down with you tongue?" she asked David. Yup, she meant my pussy! As she said this, she turned more sideways on the couch, and turned me so that my legs were off the couch and onto the floor, all while still keeping me over her thigh. "Spread your legs," she told me, "let him get in there properly."

Oh blushy, blush, blush, blush! I spread my ankles and knees and arched my back to better "present" for David. I buried my head in the back sofa corner in shame. I couldn't believe my sister was holding me across her knee for a pussy licking. My husband knelt down right behind my legs, and started licking my pussy as Sue stroked my back and the back of my head. Ohhh!

David kept licking from behind and Sue returned to the hairbrush, popping it down on the top of my butt as David licked. I was getting hairbrush spanked by my sister and licked by my husband at the same time. I could barely feel the spanking as I became more and more excited, but knew I was being spanked, and knew the spanks were getting harder and harder, and that got me more and more excited. After a minute or two I felt my first orgasm coming on. Sue was rubbing my bare back and my head with one hand, while popping my ass with David's hairbrush with the other. As I got closer I squeaked and moaned and breathed heavily, while sticking my ass up higher to allow his tongue better access to my clit. My ass up higher meant it garnered more and harder spanks from Sue as well.

I knew what sort of spectacle I was making of myself, but I couldn't stop! I couldn't stop shaming myself by sticking my pussy and ass higher in the air for him to lick and her to spank.

When I was super close, David did this "trick" he does with me. Showing off! He grabbed my cunt lips in his hand, held them tightly together, and pulled them down and back hard and painfully while jamming his tongue in there to intensely and directly flick my clit.  Is this just me? Do any other woman go crazy with this? I swore and used our Lord's Name in vain (as I ievitably am wont to do in such a situation) and came hard in a huge shuddering, twitching, screaming orgasm... across my sister's knee..
 

This is actually me... On full display. Why not? I'm so shamed as it is, you all may as well join in my shaming.

"Ha ha," laughed Sue, "you're just a little subby in the sack," she said as she smacked my bum with her hand, referring to, I guess, my orgasming with the spanking and the cunt lip torture. "Now you pay the piper!" said Sue. She got me to stand unsteadily despite my shaky knees, walked me around to the arm of the sofa, and draped me down across it.


Oh no! The belt. I've just cum. No fair!

"Julie, look at me," said Sue.

I turned my head to look over at her. She made a show of unfastening her belt and taking it off from around her waist. Oh dear!

"You know what you're getting now, don't you?" she asked.

"The strap?" I asked her.

"I call it the belt, but you can call it the strap if that pleases you," she said. "Better hang on," she warned.

There was nothing really to hang on to. I guess it was a figure of speech. Or maybe mentally I needed to hold on?

STRAP!

Youch! Crap! You can sort of tell which way a strapping is going from the first stroke. The belt was heavy leather, that much was obvious. It was well-aimed. It struck my butt just right. No wrap-around to the outside thigh, right at my spank spots. It was a hard stroke. She was clearly not going easy on me, and it would likely go harder yet.

STRAP! WHACK! STRAP! STRAP! STRAP! ...

She kept at it. Stroke after stroke after stroke. Each well aimed and hard. At least a second or two between each. She also deliberately targeted my upper thighs. I could tell because she lined up on them, then drew back, then hit them hard. I screeched like a little banshee on those thigh strokes.

I must have absorbed, I don't know, a good hundred strokes???  This time it felt endless! I was scared the strokes would go astray, and I was in severe butt and thigh pain the whole way. I was also very conscious that I was on the receiving end of a pretty brutal application of the strap by my sister. And I had already cum! This wasn't fair!

"Twenty more," she declared. She was a bit breathless.

I both love and hate when they say that. I love it because it means the end is in sight. I hate it because rather than just stopping, I know there are more coming. I also hate it because usually when somebody says that, they're going to make each stroke significant, and make the last strokes the worst of all! Guess what? I was right.

She counted off the twenty herself. Each stroke was harder than any previous one. There was more time between each stroke. The last five were ridiculous. The last one was the absolute worst. Fuck she swung into that one!

After almost every stroke I let out a yelp of sorts. Towards the end, and especially the last twenty, there were definite tears in my eyes. I allowed myself to scream out on each one. I never considered safewording out for a second. I took my strapping like a good girl should!

"There we go," said Sue, after she was done. "Like a stop sign!" she said as she rubbed my burning carmined ass cheeks.


"She looks sexy like that," said David, referring to me bent over with a red, bruised bum.

"She does," answered Sue. "She's made for it, clearly. Would you like to fuck her?" she asked him.

What? Fuck me!?! I knew this was going to happen. I knew it!

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

"Well, take off your clothes then," she told him. And then addressing me, "You, down on your chest and knees on the carpet, stick that ass up as if you want it."

She addressed me as "you". And said "as if I wanted it". She knows I'm not a big intercourse girl. I had shared this with her.  How demeaning. But worse was the oh blush that I was going to have to "present" and be made love to in the presence of my sister. Then a horrible thought occurred to me. Would it be my front hole or my back hole? She knew I was the kind of wife who took it up the butt on occasion. In fact, last time she had spanked me she had left me instructions to request this form of "lovemaking" from my husband immediately after. But she had asked him "would you like to fuck her?" That meant pussy, right? Not ass. She would have said "ass fucked" if she had meant that. Right? Please right?

I went to the carpet, knelt down, and bent over, awaiting whatever perverse sexual acts my sister had in store for me. I prayed it wasn't going to be my ass. Anything but my ass.


David undressed and was soon totally naked. He had a raging hard on.

"Are you still on the pill?" she asked me.

"Yes Sue," I responded. Oh thank God! Pussy fucked! You don't take the pill for an ass fucking.

"Well stick it in her, then," she told my husband. Stick it in me!?! Just like that?

David came behind me. I could hear him licking his hand and rubbing his cock to better lubricate it. I'm wet inside, but it doesn't usually come out to my outer lips, so I appreciated the gesture. He knelt with one knee down and one knee up, and put the tip of his cock at my vagina. Oh shit. in front of my sister!


He gently pushed the head through (it's always a bit of a painful stretch). Then he grabbed my hips and slowly sunk it in. I can feel it in my cervix at first when he goes deep like this. Oh fuck. My sister is watching me getting penetrated like a little whore. Then he grabbed onto me and began thrusting. I felt like a brood mare: fucked in public.


After a dozen or so thrusts, Sue tells him to stop thrusting but keep it stuck in me. I was surprised the boy lasted a whole dozen.

"She looks like a bit of a dead fish," said Sue. Thanks! My butt and thighs were aching and I was exhausted from cumming so hard. What did she expect!?!

"Julie, show David how much you enjoy having sex with him. David, you don't move, just keep it stuck in there. Julie, fuck him like you mean it, go ahead."

Oh dear, now I had to start backing into him and fucking him.

Sue continued, "Show a little enthusiasm, sis. Show me those charming wifely skills. I'll give you, let's see now, one whole minute to get him off like that. If he doesn't cum in a minute, I'll make him finish in your ass, after another belting for you as punishment. I'm timing starting... now!"

Oh crap! There it was. Anal is way more painful and I always would prefer to avoid it. And I definitely needed to avoid another belting at all costs! I did as I was told.


I bucked back on my man like a total slut and gave him a real good fucking. I slowed to squeeze his cock and release with kegels. I squeezed and then made circles with my ass. IN FRONT OF MY SISTER!

"Oh FUCK you little slut!" said David as he slapped my wiggling red behind.

"That'a a girl," said Sue. "See how you put that little wifely bum to work when you're motivated?"

Great. You know what's even more humiliating than being bent over and fucked by your man while your sister watches? Having to act like a total porn star slut while impaled on his cock while she watches!

"Lick your thumb," said my sister to David. "Put it on her asshole. Let her fuck herself with it."

David did not need to be told twice. I felt his wet thumb at the entrance to my exposed anus. As I writhed, bucked, and wriggled on his cock, he easily penetrated my ass with his thumb. Actually, I penetrated myself with his thumb! But I think he jammed it in there as well, because it sure got in deep!

Oh My God. He was balls deep up my cunt and thumbs deep up my asshole, right to the joint. And I still had to writhe like a whore to be sure to get him off within my allotted time or face worse!

Fortunately, this was way too much for him, and he splooged inside of me with a massive spasm, followed by a couple more. As he did this, he took his thumb out of my ass and reached in front and grabbed my tits with both hands. HARD. "OH YOU YOU FUCKING LITTLE WHORE!" he said as he released fully into me. That was uncalled for!

"Language, language," said Sue. Then, with a laugh in her voice, "that's something no sister should ever have to see! Did you enjoy her, David?" she asked him, rhetorically.

"I sure did!" said David enthusiastically. "You should join in next time," he ventured. Hey! My sister!

"Ha! Never!" said Sue. "I don't want to have sex with you or my sister. Yuck! Filthy pervert. Put your pants back on."

Then she came to me, and helped me up to my feet. I felt a little gush of sperm down below and quickly put my hand down there to hold it in.

"Go to the bathroom and clean off," she told me. "I'll open that bottle of wine."

I went up to clean myself up, and then came back down in a different outfit. I could barely believe that what had just happened had just happened! When I got back downstairs, Sue and David (now dressed again), were chattering away as if nothing at all had happened!

"Did that just happen, or did I dream it?" I asked them.

"Hmmm, I don't know," said David. "How does your butt feel?"

I reached behind to rub it for their amusement. "Fuck, it hurts like hell," I said.

"Then I guess it did happen," he said.

I went over to Sue and kissed her chastely on the cheek. I then went over to David and did the same thing. "Thank you, you two," I said.

"My pleasure," said Sue, "I love how kinky both of you are. And no retaliation for David," she told me firmly. "He was just following my orders, and besides, he got his earlier, didn't he, the poor leaky boy." She said this referring to our last scene with Joyce and Bev. Ok. Fair enough. But "FUCKING LITTLE WHORE" Really? Give them an inch and they take a mile. I'd get him back in-line soon enough, though, make sure he knows who's the real fucking little whore in the family, Sue or no Sue.

We had some wine and we chatted a bit more, about Sue's work and mine, and the family, and our niece who just got married (we think she was a virgin). Then it was time for Sue to go home. We said our goodbyes, and more thank yous. What a night:

1. Stripped.
2. Hand-spanked and fondled.
3. Hairbrush spanked.
4. Pussy licked.
5. Belt whipped.
6. Publicly Fucked.

Just, just, Wow...

So, I won't let you in on my politics, because there's enough of that as is on the Internet and you certainly don't need it here from a ditz like me, but I will admit that being of a Dommy nature I do have a bit of a... weakness... for the blond-haired, blue-eyed, conservative down south type gal.

I mean, I'm in Canada, and they won't let us do this down here, but if I could...

That's right, I got a gun and YOU DON'T. Got a problem with it, bitch?

I can see some benefits...

Sarah Palin (R) on Thursday condemned sexual harassment in the workplace, adding that she has not personally experienced it because people know she carries a weapon. "I think a whole lot of people know I'm probably packing so I don't think there's a whole lot of people who would necessarily mess with me," Palin said.

What's not to like? 😉 Is that a Chastity Key around her neck???

My husband follows some of the Fox News conservative woman commentators on TV. Why? Because he wants a spanking from them, that's why!


His favourite new up and comer is a woman named Tomi Lahren. When Ms. Lahren gets all angry at the TV screen, he gets a boner.

Oh boy! You're in trouble now, Mister!

(I hate having to roleplay Tomi Lahren belt whipping a "libtard"! ;-)

On the topic of this particular blog post, and to get us into character, here's Tomi chewing out some celebrity hypocrites on the question of Global Warming.


Well, I teased a fan/e-friend of mine in an email exchange (who by his preference we shall call Joey). He made an offhand comment about how millions of people are going to be underwater from climate change. I thought that was perhaps just a tad overwrought, and got to wondering how a gal like Tomi would deal with a liberal mate. Maybe a gal like that, aided and abetted by a sturdy leather belt, could turn a subby boy towards the right? Even vote for Trump???

Hi Joey,

I read a statistic the other day that says sea level is only rising very slowly, so I think they are pretty safe from flooding for the next little while anyways!

"Joey, are you going on about that global warming again? Get your butt over here and give me that belt - you know what I think about you spreading nonsense like that!"

I'd have you voting for Trump in no time ;-)

Well this tongue-in-cheek exchange inspired Joey, so he wrote me a story and allowed me to publish it, and contributed to the visuals to go along with it. I enjoyed it a lot, I hope you will too!

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"Joey, are you going on about that global warming again? Get your butt over here and give me that belt - you know what I think about you spreading nonsense like that!"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a tremble in his voice, taking the leather punishment belt from its honored place on the wall.


He handed it to her, then his thumbs hooked into the waistline of his pants. She was quite pleased with these trousers. He is not allowed any underpants, of course, so that any sins of his imagination will show as little damp spots on the front of his pants. They have an elasticized waist so that they can be pulled down quickly when she wanted to overwhelm him with sudden punishment; but they have a normal button and fly when she wants to take control, reinforce his helplessness, and occasionally catch his naughty little penis in the zipper – it makes a perfect reminder when he thinks his punishment and reflective time in the corner is all done.

There was a brief, forlorn hesitancy (which she noted and mentally added a dozen strokes), before he slid them down and bent his bare bottom over the edge of the sofa.


Julie looked at the bottom waiting for her, and nudged the thighs further apart with the doubled up belt. God, she was sick of his whining about a non-issue like climate change. She drew back and swung hard and low, drawing a cry which he tried to stifle in the sofa cushion.

"I think..." another hard stroke,

"... I see..." another, and another,

"...the reason..." this blow wrapped around to Joey's inner thigh, causing some really extreme gurgles into the cushion,

"...for your stupid idea."

Julie walked around to the right side and evened up the treatment on the other thigh.

Then she started walking the strokes up his cheeks as Joey started to to lose control of his crying.

"I heat your bottom up">Crack!<

"when you annoy me,">Crack!<

"and you think it's the climate.">Crack!<

"Can you feel the temperature rising?">Crack!<   >Crack!<

"Well?? Do you?"

She pulled back just a little so the belt would curl into the crack and ignite his anus. >CRACK!<

"Yes ma'am! Please, I'm sorry!!" Joey shrieked.

Sorry or not, though, his bottom was going to get a lot hotter. Julie spent another ten minutes whipping the lies out of him, first directing five more into the crevice, then laboring to get the same deep crimson hue on every inch of backside before finishing with two dozen strokes concentrated at the junction of thigh and bottom.


She pinched the puffy black and purple results of her handy work, then ordered Joey to the corner.


She ducked into the bathroom and retrieved a tube from the medicine cabinet, then rejoined her wayward charge.

He was standing with his hands at his sides as he ought to, sobs only now calming down.

"So, is global warming going to destroy us all?" Julie asked him.

"No, ma'am, no, that's all a made up issue! I'm sorry I told those lies, ma'am, I'm sorry, thank you for teaching me the truth...." Joey was babbling in fear of a further lesson.

"That's right, Joey. You remember, the heat from 'the greenhouse effect' is fake, the heat from the belt is real. Wasn't that a good lesson about real and fake?"

Joey nodded fervently.

"And I have one other example for you. What's the heat from 'the greenhouse effect'?"

"F..f.fake," Joey said anxiously, trying to keep his eyes forward where they belonged.

"Yes. And this heat is real."


Julie squeezed a handful of extra strength Icy Hot from the tube, reached around, and spread it thickly on Joey's penis and scrotum.


She then trailed her hand up his bottom crack and pushed a big glob deep into his little hole.

As it took effect and he began to cry and dance foot to foot, she leaned in close and told him, "I hope this sinks in, Joey. If you don't really learn your lesson, I'll be asking your Uncle John to come over and discuss it with us.


 
"For the next week, Joey seemed to have reformed. No tiresome comments about Donald Trump or the American Environmental Protection Agency, no self-righteous comparisons of Quebec's hydroelectric and Alberta's wind power. Occasionally Julie would pull down his pants to see how the colors were fading, and tease him.

"Hmm, this bottom looks cooler than it was yesterday. But that can't be right if global warming is true, can it Joey? Shouldn't it just keep getting hotter?"

Joey would smile very nervously and say, "No, ma'am, that's all just political crap. Local, umm, effects are what makes my bottom hot or cold."

Julie would grin at his discomfort and give him a little bare-handed smack, "That's right. I'm glad you're remembering."

Oh, but boys are stubborn, and ones who think they're smart especially so.

The weather hit a warm spell. Days stretched on, reaching 33 C six days in a row and cresting at 38 C one day, 39 C the next. Joey was sweating over his chores around 3 p.m., outside and in the nude as Julie insisted.


That's when Julie, stepping out from the house for a moment, heard him mutter disgustedly, "and it's just going to keep getting worse."

"What was that?" she asked, very sharply.

Startled, Joey whirled around. Blood drained from his face. "Oh, ummm, the weather report, Ma'am, it says it's not going to cool down for at least three more days."

Julie stared at him. "And why would that be, Joey?" she asked evenly.

"It's just the weather, Ma'am, it's a random hot summer thing, you know what they say, if you don't like the weather in Toronto wait a minute..." Joey was babbling in fear again.

Julie stared at him another couple seconds, then turned without further word and went back into the house.

She knew that smug disgusted tone he'd used, and she knew his fear. He wasn't just afraid, as he should be. He was afraid of being caught. He'd done something, and he hadn't hidden it well.

"Again," Julie thought, with a smirk.

She went to the computer, logged on to "his" account, and checked his browsing history. It had been cleared, which was against the rules all by itself. The trash was empty, too; she ran Recovery, and there it was! A folder with Sierra Club articles about California drought, NOAA studies of ocean temperatures, and electronic petitions to both the House of Commons and the U.S. House of Representatives, calling for drastic decreases in carbon dioxide emissions. She counted 10, her foot tapping.

She heard Joey come back in downstairs, and head for the shower. Shaking her head a little, she picked up the phone and pushed the 2nd speed dial number. While it hummed she glanced at the clock; 3:30.

"Hello, John, how are you? Good. Would you be available for some drinks and discussion this evening? Maybe around 6:30? Wonderful. Make sure you bring Sammie, Joey really understands him. All right, I'll see you then."

Back downstairs, and Joey was just getting out of the shower. He was not allowed physical privacy in the house, naturally, so he wasn't surprised to see Julie staring at him, but he still reflexively started to cover his penis before remembering the rules. He smiled, tentatively and nervously. Julie didn't return the smile, but continued to watch him as he dried off and moved toward the dresser. He had just put one foot in a clean pair of trousers when she stopped him.

"I want you in the corner. Now." Joey looked uncertain, then folded the pants and put them away, walked with small steps to his corner, and took his position.


Oh, god, what was this, he wondered nervously. Maybe she was just playing, she liked to surprise him with a good scene, maybe a paddling, maybe even letting him come if she was feeling happy. Maybe he'd done a good job on his chores, or she was feeling sympathy for him working out in the heat. But he remembered her tone... why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut? No need to speak out loud, no need at all, he just had to hear himself talk. Asshole! he told himself. Still, maybe that wasn't what was going on. Or at least she was just mad at his grumbling.

Time went by. And more time. Joey couldn't see a clock from his corner, but could tell from how his arms and thighs were getting tired he'd been there quite a while. He'd almost stopped wondering about it, getting in the sort of Zen state of accepting the moment, when he heard Julie sit down in the squeaky chair at the computer upstairs. Oh. Oh shit. He'd taken care of everything, hadn't he? But... but he hadn't browsed more after clearing, he'd gone out to his chores! Shit. shit shit shit shit. He'd hit the button by accident, that was all. Oh, god. Sweat had sprung out on his forehead and in his armpits. More time went by. He heard Julie get up from the chair and come down the stairs. Trembling both with fear and with fatigue, Joey kept waiting. Not that there was anything else to do...

Julie approached him, aware of all that was going on in his head. She was amused by the little fuckup, but angry at him too. He ought to suffer.

"Did you sign those petitions?" she snapped out at him, breaking the silence suddenly.

He jumped a little and instantly answered, "No, ma'am! No, I wouldn't ever...." before realizing what he'd just admitted.

Julie shook her head again. Joey was not very challenging in his misbehavior, for all that he thought he was "intellectual."

"Your Uncle John is coming over to discuss this," she told him.

Joey swallowed hard, tears springing to his eyes, struggling not to turn and plead. Pleading only ever made it worse. He wondered if Sammie were coming too. Julie knew he was wondering this. Let him wonder, Julie thought. She set out a pair of nice Scotch glasses.

There came a knock at the door. She told Joey, "Answer."

Slender and naked, Joey wet to the front door to open it.


As he opened the front door he revealed a man who would have looked right at home in Boss Tweed's Tammany Hall, or even the court of Henry VIII. Broad shouldered, barrel-chested, expensive shirt stretched over an expanse of belly, he towered over Joey and absolutely dominated him, and any room he was in, with his presence.

"H..h..hello, Uncle John," Joey said in a very small voice. "It..it's nice to see you."

"Get out of my way, miserable little bugger." John strode in, pushing Joey aside while hardly seeming to touch him.

In his right hand Joey saw Sammie, Uncle John's 42" sjambok "walking stick".


He started to cry silently (well, almost silently) as he followed behind.

"Julie!" John cried out happily. He embraced her with his left hand on her ass, kissing her on the mouth. "What about a Scotch?"

Julie already had the bottle of Glenfiddich in her hand as she enjoyed his hand and the kiss.


"Good Girl!" said John, "You know how I like partying with an eighteen-year-old! Ha Ha! So tell me, what's this pathetic little twat done now?"

Pouring, she told him, "He had been going on about that climate change nonsense and got whipped for it, but since then he's not only kept on believing it, he's been lying and hiding it from me. If you and Sammie taught him the error of his ways for that, then we could all discuss the ridiculous fake science openly and honestly. I was thinking there must be a dozen reasons..."

"TWO dozen!" John boomed out delightedly. "Do you hear that, boy? You're going to get a hiding for hiding! Two dozen of the best! Get yourself in there, then."

Breath coming short and tears coursing down his cheeks, Joey walked down the hall to the study, the room where his most severe punishments were doled out. He could not believe this was happening to him again! There was the horse with its straps. Feeling almost unreal, Joey got on all fours above it, the top running the length of his torso. Its width forced his legs wide apart and put tension in his buttocks while exposing his penis and testicles. Uncle John strapped his wrists and knees to the horse's legs, and contemplated the job ahead of him. He was a small-cocked runt and By God he would learn to respect Julie before they were even half done.


He then took a big swallow of his Scotch, and started whistling Sammie through the air. After three or four swings to limber up, he turned to his target.



Julie sat in the living room, sipping her own glass of Scotch. She didn't often drink it, but an evening with John seemed almost to necessitate the more potent beverage. She listened, but as always the swishing sounds were too faint to hear. Then she heard the first >THWUCK< of impact, and heard Joey's scream. She smiled and took another sip. Sometimes a man's touch with discipline was a good thing. About 20 seconds later there was a second scream. So, she had seven or eight minutes until discussion could begin. Just right. She finished her drink, then walked to the bedroom (another few screams). She undressed slowly, enjoying how Joey's screams were growing hoarser. Then she fastened Adam into place. What was that, eighteen, then nineteen? She moved toward the study, Adam's weight bobbing in front of her.


John was enjoying his work, though he would need another Scotch. Twenty two! The helpless bottom summoned just a little strength to writhe, then collapsed on the horse. John's cock strained within his pants. God, but he loved thrashing a deserving backside like this one! Twenty three! Miserable little sod! Needed every bit of this, and more. Julie was a fine woman, a damn fine woman, and she understood discipline. He was happy to help. Taking three strides back, he drew back Sammie (good old Sammie!), expertly eyed the distance, and leapt forward with the hardest stroke of the two dozen. Joey had thought his voice was absolutely rubbed raw and gone, but number 24 brought out another scream, or rather croak, like 24 crows cawing in unison.

John looked up from his target to see Julie standing in the door, naked but for the bottle of Scotch and Adam. Grinning, he grabbed his glass for a refill, then quickly shifted his braces and took off his own trousers, shorts, and shirt. His cock, a match for Adam in length and perhaps even outdoing him in girth, sprang out and up. Any Greek satyr would have been happy to claim it. Julie grinned back, then began an inspection of Joey.

Oh, his bottom! A jumble of purple weals crossed it, as thick and three dimensional as her forefinger, some almost like sausages. Blood oozed from seven or eight different breaks in Joey's skin, and looked like it could spring forth at any number of other ultra tender spots.


By contrast, his face was pale, eyes closed, tears puddled on the floor below. Well, Julie thought. Half done.

She slapped his face, nearly full force. His head rocked to the side as his eyes snapped opened again, all the panic returning, mouth hanging open to pull in more air.

"Do you need to confer further with Sammie about lying and hiding? Or are you ready to discuss your climate change nonsense with me and Uncle John now?"

Joey could hardly form words, but tried mightily to say "discuss, please please discuss."

Julie got right down at his level, face in his face. "There are two problems. You expect us to swallow this nonsense. And you are absolutely full of it. So," she continued, straightening, "You are going to swallow this." She shoved Adam into Joey's mouth and pressed it down his throat, relishing the gagging and choking sounds. "And, we're going to keep you absolutely full of what's best for you."

John roughly spread Joey's cheeks, spit on his little rosebud, and forced his mighty erection in to the hilt. It might have brought still another crow's scream, but it was hard to tell with Adam's muffling.


For the next twenty minutes Julie and John took turns at Joey's two ends, plunging in and out in rhythm or in syncopation. John's cock happened to be in Joey's mouth when it erupted, forcing Joey truly to swallow what seemed like a cup of semen.


Julie pounded his ass another minute while John squeezed the last trickles onto the waiting tongue. At last Julie drew back out. She took Adam out of his harness, untied Joey's right wrist, and handed Adam to him for cleaning.

"What do you say, Joey?"

Joey paused in his dutiful licking and sucking. Keeping eyes downcast, he said, "Thank you, Uncle John."

Julie smiled at the repentant young man. "Now that you've had your lesson, I want you back in the corner with Adam in your mouth."

She turned to her guest, running her fingers lightly along his thick cock. It shifted beneath her hand, already coming back to life. "John, dear, come with me. I want filling too."

John grinned again, took a last swig of Scotch, and followed her out the study door.

Joey reached across to untie his other wrist, then back to untie his legs. Moving very gingerly, he stood and stretched, then walked slowly to his corner. He could already hear Julie's moans. Imagining Uncle John's cock pounding her beautiful pussy, he took Adam in his mouth, placed his hands on his head, and accepted the ache of his bottom and the throaty cries of lust from his wife's bedroom.

Given my last blog was on the subject of conservative women whupping men's asses, I thought I should switch it up with some wife-spanking while covering the topic of "Christian Domestic Discipline" which I am fascinated in.

A well-spanked Christian wife after punishment

I'm not sure, but I think in some instances it's serious, while being seriously kinky!

They get their inspiration from passages such as these in the Bible.

"Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the savior of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.” (Ephesians 5:22-24)

Here are some comments from practitioners.

• Submitting to my husband and learning to respect him, as God said for wives to do (it’s in the Bible), strengthened my marriage, and maybe even saved it from disaster.
• Is it true that spanking brings a wife closer to God? In a Christian Domestic Discipline relationship, that’s what we believe. It doesn’t always work. If my husband spanked me every time I was disrespectful or didn’t submit, then I’d never sit down.
• Maintenance discipline is a practice of giving your wife regular spankings to maintain her proper behavior and attitude. From our experience when Kim receives this type of discipline she is more humble and her attitude is greatly improved.
• When you discipline your wife, for either misbehavior or maintenance it is best to start slow and warm up her bottom, spanking her with less intensity and not going full force right out of the gate.
• From personal experience, I will tell you that being turned bare-bum over my husband’s knee, getting a pretty direct lecture, then a no-nonsense spanking with a paddle focuses and, yes, “corrects” me in a way that nothing else ever could. There’s NOTHING like a really sore tail to make you consider the error of your ways. I think fathers AND husbands have known this for generations and there’s a good reason for that.
• Sometimes I get corner time before or after my spanking. That is the time I use to contemplate how to be a better and more Godly wife to my husband.

A wife contemplating her sins before correction

There's something just incredibly attractive about this, don't you think? I mean, I think they are really earnest, and so that is even a bigger turn on for me. It's not at all "wife beating" in the sense that with true practitioners the wife willingly submits. They don't consider that they are submitting to their husbands, but rather that they are submitting to God. From my readings, the wives seem to be the most eager. I have yet been able to find any legitimate clergy online, baptist or otherwise, that explicitly approve of the practice, but behind closed doors?

This is how I picture it.


A penitent wife. She knows she has done wrong. She knows that she must now be corrected for it. The reluctant husband. He feels mercy for his wife but knows that sparing the rod, spoils the wife.


The clothes come off and she is bent over his one knee. The other leg clamping down on both of hers and her wrist controlled. They both know that the Devil will make her try to get away mid-spanking and not take the punishment that God requires. Her bottom is spanked a rosy red. It is not her husband's hand doing the spanking. It is God's loving hand.


Sometimes, for more serious transgressions, the hand will not be sufficient to teach a recalcitrant wife her lesson, and harsher means are necessary.


Here is a wife bent over the back of a chair with her pants removed and her panties lowered. Her husband will administer the strap to her bare bottom. Sometimes God needs more forceful methods to drive His point home.


After the spanking, the penitent wife may be required to kneel in the corner, naked and at attention, with her spanked bum on full display. This is done in the privacy of the home. The children will not be allowed to enter the room. Visitors will not witness this, not even the wife's parents, in-laws, or even her pastor, though they might know and might very well approve of the practice.

A wife receiving a hot bottom from her husband.

The time-honoured tradition of wife-spanking. May it forever endure among the willing!

So what do you think? Is this just Kink for Christians? Or is it done for spiritual reasons? Or can it be both?

I delivered a very severe strapping to my husband on Saturday. I enjoyed it immensely.


He was reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee in the kitchen, I came downstairs with the strap in hand. I put it down in front of him and said with a cheerful attitude and a smile, "I think you need some discipline today."

"Why? What did I do???" he asked me.

"Nothing at all," I answered. "I just feel like you're in need of some disciplinary attention from your wife today. Don't you agree?"

"yes ma'am," he responded. So docile.

I handed him the strap. "As soon as you're finished with your coffee," I said, "get the leather conditioner out and give that strap a good going over. I want it nice and moist and supple for your ass and thighs. You get it right after you're done, and it's going to be a scorcher, so be prepared."

"yes ma'am."

"After your spanking, we're going for a nice long bike ride. About 50k today I think."

"Ohhhh..." he said, concerned about the state of his hindquarters on that bicycle. He has a nice hard seat on that racing bike, and I would be sure to get right in there where the contact was greatest. Poor baby.

I left him and went about my business. I was doing some low-carb baking (I make a terrific bread-like thing from mainly flax seeds) so I could keep an eye on him from the kitchen.

After his coffee he went upstairs and quickly pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt. He went outside to the garage (where he keeps the leather conditioner that he uses on the car seats), and brought it back in. He laid out some newspaper and rags at the kitchen work area. He put the strap and the leather conditioner down and sat in front of it.


The leather conditioner is a thick cream-coloured lotion. The directions say,

"Rub Leather Care Cream Conditioner into the leather with your bare hands as you would skin lotion. A cloth absorbs too much and wastes product. Allow to penetrate for several minutes. Buff dry with a soft, clean cloth."

He squirted out the thick cream onto his fingers and began massaging it into the strap. It's a twin-tailed doubled-up leather tawse that's 18" long, 1½" wide, and just under ½" thick (the doubled layers together). It feels heavy in the hand, and is known to be capable of seriously tearing up my husband's hindquarters.

"You get that nice and moist and supple, now," I called out to him cheerily as he massaged the cream in with his fingers. "Nothing but the best for my husband's ass!"

He groaned in response. He was looking a bit nervous. I wondered what was going through his head as he fondled that heavy leather strap knowing that it would soon be used to sizzle his rump and literally bring him to tears like a big baby. The weight of the strap. It getting more and more supple and heavier with the moisture as he worked. Shinier. Bringing out the smell of the leather.

He called over to me to let me know it was done. I walked over to him and picked up the strap. It looked cleaner and shinier than it had been before. I held it up to my nose and sniffed it along its length. I touched it, it felt more supple in my hands. The handle end felt a bit greasy though.

"Hold out your left palm," I told him. He did so. I choked down on the strap a bit. I laid the tips on his outstretched palm. I brought it down gently once, then twice, then three times, measuring the distance and speed I would need. I let it rest in his palm for a couple of seconds. Then I brought it up and brought it back down hard onto his open palm. He shrieked in pain and snatched his hand away squeezing it between his legs. "Other hand," I said. He held out his other hand very reluctantly and grimaced as he held it there.


I lined it up again, took a couple of practise taps, and then brought it up and straight back down with a CRACK onto his open palm. He again cried out and clutched his hand between his legs.

I placed the tawse back down on the table and said, "give it two more applications. No more on the handle end."

"yes ma'am," he said and got back to work using his sore hands. I noticed they were shaking a bit as he applied the cream a second time.

"You'll have two more coming to each palm after your done, and then we'll start in on your backside," I told him as I went back to my baking. I wanted him to get to know the strap intimately as his object of correction. The initial hand strapping focused his mind.

Why, really, was I doing this?

I know that he needs my undivided attention from time to time, and it had been too long since his last seriously severe spanking. The last one he got was almost two months ago in front of my sister and her two friends, and while it was a decent hairbrushing, it was over quickly, and I held back considerably for fear of spooking our guests. It was nowhere near his limits, but the humiliation factor and novelty certainly made up for it. In fact, the most recent good spanking since then was delivered to my butt, with my sister again involved, and David took a Dommy role in that. So tables definitely needed turning, and my man needed some quality alone time with his wife for a good looking after.

As well, it's not everyday he gets a really hard strapping. In fact, my most popular blog post is Beating your man properly, with over 120,000 page views to-date (next highest is only 80,000).


But it's been a dog's age since I've really given him a proper seeing to, and he really needs it from time to time. He simultaneously does not want yet craves these events. I need to keep him satisfied. And I thought some alone time with me, where we could rekindle and reinforce our 1-1 disciplinary relationship, was sorely needed.

So that was why I was whistling away happily in the kitchen doing my baking while he worked away at moisturising and conditioning the heavy leather spanking strap.

A little while later he came up to me and said, "I think it's pretty good now," and handed me my strap. I ran it through my fingers. It had a shiny glean and was definitely even heavier and more supple than before. I slapped it against my own palm, "this is going to really hurt," I told him. He looked nervous and worried, but I could see he had a hard-on under his jeans. "Go upstairs, undress, and sit quietly on the side of the bed and wait for me. No screens. You wait quietly there for me and think about what's coming."

I took my time. I wanted to give him plenty of time to get naked, use the toilet, and sit quietly on the side of the bed and contemplate, awaiting my footsteps up the stairs. He needed to really think about and focus on what was coming his way.

When I believed the time was right, I went up the stairs and stepped into the room holding the tawse. He was sitting there bare naked by the side of the bed. His back was hunched and his hands were folded over his crotch.

I made him move his hands. He had a raging erection. I tickled his penis with the end of the strap and teased him about his erection, "you're obviously excited to get your strapping," I told him. "I'd have thought you'd have been more scared than excited," I said as I softly caressed the fronts of his thighs and his genitals with the strap.

"Do you want a warm-up before your strapping?" I asked him.

"yes please, ma'am," he said.

I tossed the strap down on the floor, exactly underneath where I intended his head to be. I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a hairbrush. I indicated that he should stand. I then took his place seated on the side of the bed and brought him over my knee. He could definitely see the strap lying there on the carpet, poised and ready.

I put the hairbrush aside and started in with my hand. I could feel his hard erection poking into me. That's nice, that's the way I like him.


I thoroughly covered his butt all over and down the backs of his thighs as well. By the time I was done, he was a uniform pink colour all over his butt and thighs.

I then picked up the hairbrush. I continued where I left off with my hand, going easy on him at first but then increasing the intensity.


This created some mild distress in him. I could tell by his wriggles and ouches. Again I covered his butt and high thighs uniformly, bringing them up evenly from a hot pink to a light red. As I was finishing him up, he looked like he had a sunburn on his butt and legs.

I kept him across my lap, staring at the strap, fondled his ass and genitals, and told him, "ask me for your strapping, now."


"Please, ma'am," he said, "would you please give me my strapping."

"Ask for it to be a very, very hard strapping," I said.

"Ohhhh... please ma'am, would you please give me a very, very hard strapping."

Ahhhh! Music to my ears. Ask and he shall receive.

"Ask me to please not spare your thighs," I continued. I was just teasing him now. My cat to his mouse.

"ohhh no... ohhh... oh please strap my butt and my thighs, ma'am."

"Until they're both bruised and blistered?" I asked. I wasn't sure how much I would actually blister him, but light bruising at least was sorta' a given.

"yes ma'am, until they're bruised and blistered, badly," he said submissively. He added the "badly" part himself. Yumm!

"Shall I strap your palms first, like I promised downstairs?" I asked him.

"No thank you Ma'am, that's ok, really..." Poor baby. He was not just kidding around.

"Oh, baby, that's the wrong answer," I told him, sounding very disappointed in him. "Now I'm going to have to double it. Come on," I said, swatting his butt, "stand up and take your medicine."

He stood up. He is completely naked and I am completely clothed. "Hold out your right hand," I told him. He did so, holding out his palm for punishment like a naughty schoolgirl, bracing himself for the worst.


"Don't move out of position or I add extras," I warned him. I lined up the strap and brought it down with a crack onto the center of his palm. He cried out a little and grimaced in pain. His left hand shot out to support his right at the wrist, steadying it so that he would not be as tempted to move it. That was two in total to that palm. I gave him four more before I was done. He was crying out and his palm was literally shaking before the last stroke, but he took it bravely.

"Other hand," I told him, giving him no respite. I could see him gritting his teeth and the tears starting to form in his eyes. But he held out his other palm for me.


I started in on the other palm. After even the very first he cried out again and started shaking anew. If you've never experienced this type of punishment, it is excruciating.

Remember, he is standing there completely nude, holding out his palm for me. There is sweat rolling down his body and his knees are literally shaking. His penis has gone soft many strokes ago. It just dangles there and jiggles impotently as I resume his palm smacking. I finish off the complete set of six to that palm. As soon as I am done he pulls back his hands and buries them into his underarms, squeezing them tight. This must be very instinctual.

"Hands out," I tell him.

"noooooo," he wails, fearing more. But he pulls both hands out and presents them to me palm up. His palms are definitely red!

I get a short length of nylon rope out from the bedside drawer (I mean, who doesn't have short lengths of nylon rope in their bedroom drawers?). I have him turn his hands so his palms are facing inwards and I quickly and expertly bind his wrists together in front of him. I can do it so that he definitely will not break away, but it's not so tight as to cut off his circulation or cause (undue) discomfort.


"Kneel," I tell him. He obeys. I go back into the bedside drawer and pull out his ball gag and approach him with it.


"I'm going to tie you up and gag you, sweetheart, so you won't be tempted to squirm away, cover up, or cry out for mercy. You have no say," I added.

"yes ma'am," he said.

"And there you went and said something," I said with a smile, "that's why you're getting the gag. You have no say." With that, I fastened the ball gag into his mouth and around the back of his head tightly. You need to tighten it more than you think because it will slip a bit and his mouth will relax over time and open wider, and you need it to still be snug once that happens. I tightened it down a little extra for his impertinence.


The ball gag can be quite a challenge during an intense strapping. First of all, it makes it more difficult to breathe. His breathing is confined mostly to his nose, especially as he starts to salivate freely, and that can induce a little panic. As well, he is acutely aware that he cannot make himself understood (but if he starts blurting "RED RED" I can still hear that through his gag, we tested that a long time ago). So you need to be super sensitive as a top and understand your bottom's bodily reactions and be very experienced with them.

Public Service Announcement: Gagging and binding for a serious strapping is not recommended for beginners, or for couples who are new to one another!

I then piled three large pillows onto the middle of the bed near the left-hand side. I had him get up onto the bed and then drape himself over the pillows. I made him put his bound hands under the pillows so he was lying on top of them. I then got another short length of rope and used it to bind his ankles together.


Finally, I retrieved our many-holed belt out of the bedside drawer.


That went around his thighs, just above his knees. Before tightening it, first I tucked his junk well out of the way, then I tightened it down very hard so that it would not pop out for a reappearance at any time, and to keep him effectively immobile and completely controllable with my one free hand.

He was properly trussed up and ready for his whipping.

Mostly I don't bother binding and gagging him like this. I mean, he is as good as gold and does not get out of position no matter what anyways. But the bonds and the gag make it so that he literally can't. It renders him under my complete mercy, and he is acutely aware of this at a deep, visceral (not even intellectual) level. He will lie there and take it for as long and as hard as I choose to dish it out. A frightful thought as I am no shrinking violet with the strap and do have a definite sadistic streak where his (fully consensual) suffering really does turn me on something fierce. I always have to watch that, but today I was letting my inner sadist loose, baby!

Oh man. Did I ever give him a STRAPPING!

His time for warming up was over. Every stroke was designed to bring pain. If one was lighter than another, it was only to allow him a brief respite before the next crushing stroke of the strap. I didn't want to break him, I just wanted him at the very edges of his limits.

As usual, I confined the very hardest strokes to his "spank spots". In the photo below, that is the upper half of the indicated rectangle. On these strokes the tip always landed somewhere in there, and just above the crease. Wrap around into his crack was ok as his cheeks were tightly held together by the belt. I never wrap around to his flanks on these strokes. The upper indicated area is where God intended for the most extreme strokes of the strap to go. He has the most layers of fat and muscle protecting him, the skin is thick, but all the nerve endings are hanging out right out there near the surface to be punished and abused at my discretion.


The next hardest strokes were aimed at the lower half of the indicated rectangle, at the tops of his thighs just underneath the crease. This is a pretty decent area as well, though you do need to hold back somewhat as thetr are nerves in and around there that could be damaged if too brutal. Yet what is lost in force of the strike is more than made up for in impact to poor hubby. I also delivered other strokes more to his upper butt, and some wrap-around, and down his legs and even to his calves (avoiding his knees and ankles of course), but these were very light by comparison. No, the main strapping was his lower butt cheeks nearest the crease and the crack, but of course with lots of collateral damage to all his hindquarters.


What was his reaction? Well, he was already in considerable pain from the hand strapping, and being bound and gagged and bent over increased his discomfort further. The strap caused him to cry out in pain on practically every last stroke. Contrary to popular belief, the ball gag does not quiet him, it just makes it so that his words are unintelligible. So he made very inhuman sounding grunts and cries as he was strapped. And of course, the more he does of this, the more difficult it is for him to breathe freely. So from beginning to end it was a major struggle for him.

At the start of his strapping he reacted more, shaking his butt what little he could and screaming out more. The sweat was pouring down him, everywhere. His eyes were tearing. He smelled scared. As we proceeded past the first hundred he became more docile, more accepting of his fate. He moved less with each stroke and his sounds had less the quality of a scream, and more the quality of a pitiful sort of whelping, the sound I imagine a beaten dog would make. By the time I was done, maybe a couple of hundred total, his ass and thighs were well and truly marked and bruised. Epic.

What was my reaction? This is where I find I differ from many women, and have more in common with a professional Dominatrix such as Mistress Violet. I can literally enjoy his pain and take satisfaction from inflicting it. Many women cannot bring themselves to do this, and I certainly understand. Not me.

The first part is all intellectual. It is all about engineering the setup and the anticipation for him. I am playing a role. Even the first spankings were more along the lines of preparation, and I executed them well and competently to ensure his butt was warmed up for what was to come. The first real twinges of sadism emerged as I strapped his hands. I could tell he was in real pain. It excited me. Then it was back to being "professional" as I prepared him for his strapping.

Once he was all trussed up and ready to be whipped, and I brought the strap down on his ass for the first time, really really hard, and he screamed into his ball gag. Well I honestly wet my panties at that moment. You see, this is the difference. Do you truly enjoy doing this, or do you just do it because he wants it? david tells me I go a bit "glassy eyed" when I really get into beating him. I don't want to stop, I don't even want to give him any sort of a break; but I do, with some lighter strokes, because I know I need to in order to keep under his limits, but I don't want to.

Eventually I pull myself out of my trance. I notice his ass is a mess! I'm aching to give him more, but intellectually I know we are done. I feel sort of transcendent as I come back down to earth. I was in a complete "flow state".

After I stop, he is just continuously mewling into his ball gag. I untie the belt around his thighs. I pull out his cock and balls and haul them back between his legs. I refasten the thigh strap to keep them there. His junk is totally limp.

I get the lube from the drawer, and a dildo. I lube his asshole and the dildo and I shove it in quickly and deeply. He yells out again into his gag. I dribble the lube down his cock and balls and start rubbing him. I fuck him with the dildo with one hand while I rub his junk with the other. Not satisfied with just the beating, I need to own him completely. I am rough with him. He hardens. I leave the dildo in to the hilt and continue rubbing his cock as I squeeze and scratch his beaten up ass which makes him cry out anew into his gag. Before very long at all, he shakes and spews his seed out onto the backs of his thighs. I scoop up his sperm and massage it gently into his beaten up ass cheeks and high thighs. His "lotion".

I pull his legs to the side of the bed (he's heavy!) and onto the ground. His chest is still on the bed. He's still bound and gagged and with a dildo up his ass, his spent cock and balls locked behind him, and his own ejaculate all over his ass and thighs. I get him to put his hands up above his head and I untie them enough that he ought to be able to do the rest himself.

"Untie yourself, get that cock out of your butt, and shower up. I'll give you an hour and then we're cycling," I tell him. "No complaints!" I say, anticipating him, as I smack his wet and sticky ass. I leave him there like that.

An hour later he comes down the stairs, walking funny. He has on his tight cycling shorts and jersey.

"Very good!" I tell him. "A bit sore?" I ask.

"Oh Yes."

"Pump up the tires and do whatever to the bikes. I'll change and be down in a jiffy." I run up and get myself changed as well, and come back down.

"Let's see the damage, champ," I tell him.

He pouts, turn around to face away from me, and gingerly lowers his cycling shorts. He has nothing on underneath, of course (they are padded though). Deep red, purple and black abounds. I did a number on him.

"Nice," I say. "That'll keep you up off your seat."

We go off for a big cycle, all the way from uptown down to the lake, out to the spit, and then back home again. About 50km all told.


"How's your ass?" I keep asking him throughout.

"Hurts like hell!" he says.

But he's tough. He's a "man". He can take it. Ha ha!

Nice ride.

The other day a commenter asked me "why?". Why does spanking and humiliation turn us on? I thought I'd take a blog post to post my theories and would be very interested in reading your thoughts as well.

This is how he phrased it (the comment was on my Christian Domestic Discipline post). My comment response in red.

I think we all kinda react to cornertime differently. What’s you’re take on it Miss Julie? You’ve been there... How does it make you feel ? Humiliated? Ashamed? I already know what it will cause your most sensitive areas to do, so you don’t have to answer that part ;)

Yes, all of those things! Very humiliating to be "put in your place" like that. Very visceral. Very childish. I do get wet though, as you allude to!

Miss Julie, have you ever been able to figure why there is a direct nexus between humiliation and you getting wet ? Or anyone getting wet for that matter ? Not a rhetorical question. I’m asking because I don’t know.

I then provided my theories which I shall restate and elaborate on further in this post, and then there was some post-comment email followup which was... titilating...

Thank you for the posts and re-posts regarding the use of humiliation in scenes Miss Julie. I knew you’d be just as curious as I am about the topic. I could never quite understand or explain it either.

I’ve had the pleasure of being able to “play” with some sensational women in my day and bore witness to their faces becoming as red as their bare bums when faced with healthy doses of humiliation.

The power suit, power heels and power strut, corporate executive...Being made to wear a yellow gingham dress and knee socks, cute little Mary Janes with bows and pigtails. Made to stand in the corner with her bare bum on display...I haven’t even touched her yet...

But she’s dreading the moment I come up behind her for a “wet check”. She already knows the insides of her thighs are completely soaked and can’t explain why. Her current predicament is so embarrassing and humiliating for an adult woman...but her naughty girl parts won’t lie...

I’ve seen it happen without fail, multiple times over. That’s why I asked you Miss Julie...I don’t get it...but I love the shameful, involuntary reaction of a naughty girl. ;)

As I mentioned... titilating! I thought I would reply in kind.

Oh dear! "Wet check"
Do you think we are just to be bent over and have your large manly hands swipe themselves over our pussies for our "wet checks?"
No doubt a wet-handed slap to our bottoms afterwards as well!

He responded with assurances that it goes both ways...

Not at all Miss. I’ve been in the corner with “chastity tears” before too...and subjected to a “wet check”...

But the nexus between humiliation and shameful, involuntary arousal? Anything? Your idea to blog about it might be a good one Miss?

Maybe speak to your own experience in the corner and davids as well? Involuntary shame of wetness?

So yes, it is undeniable that there is a certain portion of the population, both male and female, for whom a certain type of humiliation is indeed very sexy and can promote a noticeable physical response.

In the case of my husband, the other day I had him standing facing the wall with his spanked bum on display and a dildo up his butt while three other women and I discussed my theories of male training. As I discovered subsequently, this caused a real "leakage" situation that even went so far as to create sticky strands dripping out of his cocktip and multiple drops of pre-cum on my hardwood floor. This display was put on full view, of course, discussed and commented on at length, to allow for a full and complete shaming (see Husband Spanked in front of Feminist Lesbians - part 5).

The only other major "leakage" incident was immediately after he had received a legit massage from his regular massage therapist. In his post-massage relaxation, after his therapist had left the room, he touched himself a little (ostensibly thinking about me - do we believe him?), and his penis began spontaneously leaking pre-cum which he could not stop. While he was able to contain most of it and clean it up with tissues, he inadvertently wound up leaving a small stain on the sheet which was discovered after he left, and he was confronted with it at his next massage. This entire incident was incredibly humiliating for him, especially the gentle "talking to" he received from his massage therapist. I documented it (and his consequences) in Husband Diapered for Real Punishment. So I cannot imagine anything much more humiliating then that, but despite that it aroused him terrifically.

In general, david is very turned on by humiliation of any sort by women (but not at all by men). Anything a bit degrading makes his cock hard. This is especially true if we involve other women, especially in more vanilla circumstances where his humiliation is absolutely maximized. We do a lot of humiliation play as a result of this fetish of his.


For my part, I can totally understand, as I too find it to be be very sexy to be put in this type of a humiliating position. But for me, it can be either men or women on top of me, which I think reflects my bi-sexuality. There is a certain gut-wrenching, abject, butterflies in tummy, humiliation that really just turns my crank. This is especially the case if I am to be spanked, or if I am to be used sexually in degrading ways.

I was extremely aroused the first time I was placed in the corner by my friend Tracy. I was just beginning to really explore my submissive side. She and I (and her husband as it worked out) had a series of several extremely intense sessions. Tracy was assisted in her first session with me – where I was to be severely paddled by her – by a letter from my "Paddle Daddy" who made the paddle expressly to be used on my butt (This was all documented in Julie Paddled!). The letter suggested a full stripping, a "before" picture, and then ten minutes facing the wall in timeout before my paddling. After that, an "after picture" holding the instrument of my correction. Here they are (BLUSH!),

That's one well-paddled blogger!

And here is an excerpt from that post, how I captured my thoughts at the time.

I got a little bored standing there. And I started thinking about what had gone on up to then, and what was yet to come. And standing there in abject humiliation... so... My hands were down and crossed in front of me... so... I rubbed my pussy. Just a bit... I guess that's why an experienced Dom makes a girl put her hands on her head in timeout. So I pushed my nose more into the wall, and i stuck my butt out, and i rubbed my clit, and i sort of gyrated my butt a bit (yes.. on purpose... I'm a brat, aren't I???)

"Are you... Are you... playing with yourself?" she asked in mock outrage.

"yes ma'am.." i said in a meek voice.

"You do not play with yourself while in timeout, missy! Get those hands to your sides, where I can see them!"

"Ohhhhh..." I said, sounding disappointed.

"You're finding this sexual, are you?" she asked.

Just the way she asked that, it was like a rhetorical question. I mean, Duh!

"We'll see how sexy it is when I start using that paddle on your butt!"

GULP!

"Six more minutes..."
 ...
"Three more minutes..."
...
"One more minute..."

"Ok. Times up. Get over here."

Phew! So that's what a timeout is like? And that was only ten minutes! Felt like a very long time to be cooling my jets. But towards the end I sort of sunk into it and the time went faster. There is NO preserving any sense of dignity when you are bare assed naked in the living room (I mean, totally bare: ass, tits, pussy, tummy, back, legs, ...) nose in the corner, waiting for your spanking!

That was my first "real" timeout. I was so embarrassed, and got so wet! But as bad as that was, it got sort of exponentially more humiliating when her husband got to witness it as well.

On my second session with Tracy, Julie's Belt Licking!, her husband was invited as well. Tracy had made me go out with her to the store and help her to select a belt to use on me. While there, she bought me a little onesey she thought was cute. When I had to bare my butt for her husband that first time it was soooo mortifying!


Afterwards, he got to watch as Tracy gave me a belt lickin' on my bare bum!

The third time it was a "schoolgirl" roleplay and they were my Mommy and my Daddy. This time her husband John would be allowed to SPANK and FUCK me!!!

Before we started, Tracy took some pics of me. She did a series of three increasingly humiliating ones WHILE HER HUSBAND WATCHED!!!!


As I wrote at the time in Schoolgirl Punishment - part 2,

First I was told to kneel on their Ottoman. They made me arch my back and stick my bottom out. Tracy came behind me and fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. Pulling it down, smoothing it. Patting my bottom on top of it. Her husband was watching the whole show. Then she stepped back and she took a photo.

I felt her hands again on the hem of my skirt, and then I felt it being lifted and draped across my back. She arranged it so that skin was showing both above and below my little red panties. She pushed down on my lower back and made me hold my arch. She stepped back and took another photo.

"Your panties are very pretty, Julie," said John. That made my heart flutter a bit. A handsome man I barely know pointing that out.

I knew what was coming next. Tracy gleefully announced it: "They are pretty, but it's time for those panties to come down, little missy!" she said.

Oh no! With my butt presented like this, I knew my pussy would be in plain view!!!! I am an exhibitionist, clearly, but it's still embarrassing, I can assure you. Maybe that's why I show myself off like this? Am I a shame slut?

Tracy pulled my panties down slowly, slowly, and then arranged them as a band around my thighs for another photo.

"Very Nice!" John said. Oh my gosh! At this point I was hyper-ventilating!

Yes, I knew I was in for a paddling. This was the perfect position for it. It's the perfect position for something else as well...

After the photo, Tracy came back to me. She gingerly pulled my panties back up and arranged them to cover my private parts completely. Her handling of me was exciting. The pussy show was over. For now.

I was relieved to no longer have to display my vagina for her husband's perverse amusement. Tracy had owned me with that panty lowering. She demonstrated that if it was her will that my pussy be displayed to her husband, it would be displayed to her husband!

She helped me to my feet. She looked at my face. She could see I was flustered and breathless. "You poor dear!" she said and she hugged me. "Did your little show for John excite you?" she asked with a laugh in her voice. "yes..." I whispered breathlessly in her ear.

It's so humiliating for an adult woman to be dressed like a schoolgirl and shown off like this, especially knowing that I was about to be SPANKED, bare bum, in front of and then by a strange man!!!

And here I was, over John's lap, spanked!


And believe me, his hand certainly did "stray"!


So yes, both my husband and I have experienced the sexiness of this kind of humiliation. But why?

Here is my theory. Please be kind to me. I have zero academic credentials in any of this and am TOTALLY speculating. Have not even read anything about it. I would really enjoy a followup discussion in the comments section where you criticize my view and propose some of your own.

For my part, I think it starts with evolution and genetics. A successful mating strategy for a woman was to appear meek and submissive and sexually available towards the strongest, most dominant man she could attract: a man who stood a good chance of protecting her and her offspring. The successful strategy for the man was to display dominance over the most fit woman he could attract.

Women who became sexually excited by being put in these submissive situations by a dominant man, who enjoyed it at some level, and who lubricated freely, were more successful at breeding, and those genes spread. Likewise for men with their dominant streak. If they got turned on by being dominant, they would want to do it more often, their cocks would be stiffer, and their ejaculations quicker and more copious. Obvious breeding advantages.

But genes aren't so smart. There is a lot of spillover. So, for example, if a woman is dominant towards me it sort of accidentally has the same effect.

Being humiliated is to accept your submission in some sense. And women are wired to be sexually turned on as a result. Of course, there are many environmental factors that mitigate and control this, and our brains can resist our drives very successfully if the right conditions do not line up (e.g., an obnoxious guy I would definitely NOT want to mate with!).

But then how to explain male submission and female dominance?

I think it is actually similar. Because the male and female genes get all mixed up with one another over time, I think that basic drive to be submissive and dominant exists in both sexes. The Yin and the Yang as it were.

For a man, who is expected to be dominant in society, he must suppress these opposite urges. But the more we suppress something like that, the more it wants to come out and play, especially as these particular urges are tied to our sexuality. This also explains why if a man is heterosexual, being dominated and humiliated by a woman is particularly important, as those two things get so tied up together in their genes.

For a woman, it is really amazing to be able to fully exert her dominant side. But I think that nowadays we are being called upon more and more to do that within society as it is, so it takes a special woman!

Anyways, those are my tow cents on the topic. What do you think?

I received a couple of letters from a reader named Darryl recounting some of his childhood spanking experiences. I, like many spankos I believe, am fascinated by this sort of thing. He allowed me to reproduce it here. I hope you enjoy reading it as I have. More of my comments on it below [in red].


There now, weren't those just the cutest thing???

As I'm reading these, I definitely put myself in the place of one of Darryl's sisters, excitedly watching my big brother have his pants lowered for a belt whipping from Daddy. I imagine how wet I would get watching Darryl screech in pain as the big belt connects repeatedly with his bared, increasingly reddening backside. His bumhole winking at me as he receives his strapping. The glimpses of his penis and testicles as he writhes in pain.

I would invite my friend over and we would tease Darryl about his spankings, about how I caught him masturbating through the keyhole, and about his big crush on my friend. With her help, I would cajole him into taking a bare naked paddling across each of our knees. When he gets hard, we would stand him up and laugh at his erection. We'd then make him masturbate it to completion in front of us, while we watch. Then back across our sexy knees to finish up those paddlings. I'd tell him that from now on he was not allowed to masturbate unless he comes to me first and asks my permission. If he obeyed me in that, and everything else, for the next three months, I'd let my friend give him a blowjob (my friend would be eagerly nodding, yes, yes, yes - I spank her also!).

Ha ha!

Today's entry is about the blog site Spank Those Bottoms. The owner of the blog, Rick, left a comment on my last entry thanking me for my link and offering his services in gif making:

As always, great post girl keep up the good work. Loved your 'comment inserts'. If you ever need a gif or animation for a post, feel free to let me know and I'll see what I can come up with, you have my Email. Also big thanks for keeping us in your 'blogs I follow'. 😎😎😎...

I kind of liked the "girl" reference. Made me a bit squishy. You all know that my switch is easily switched if you catch me at the right moment!

In this mood, I went to take a more careful look at Rick's blog and found myself getting very turned on as a submissive. He has 1000's of entries going back more than a decade. He takes various spanking media and makes little gif's out of them. Fun! With Rick's blessing I collected up a bunch of them and repost them here with my comment. I only picked out those that made me a little wet and made those butterflies fly in my tummy.

After I made this blog post. I "previewed" it in a very naughty way (BLUSH!). I put a discrete (*) next to the one I fixated on as it happened for me. I'm a very bad girl and desperately need my husband to spank me. NOW!

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These first two I found to be very cute. There's just something about a bare naked hand spanking across a man's knee that turns me on something fierce. I imagine there are male witnesses present, watching me catch it from my fed-up man.When my tits hang over his knee and jiggle with each spank (they really do!) I can only imagine how amused my onlookers would be. Is there anything more humiliating for a girl??? This will be a theme...

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Yes, there is something more embarrassing for a girl, as illustrated in this one. This is the view a man gets during certain spankings. This spanking is being given by a girl, but that is incidental (I find myself leaning towards boy tops, nowadays...). The flogger has ready access to all the parts of a girl. I would want my disciplinarian to make sure the tips go everywhere!

I have literally been in just such an exposed position, shown off to a man who is not my husband. Oh Blush!

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I imagine this is me across my husband's knee. No witnesses. The intimacy excites me in this one. I have been naughty. Undone chores I imagine. Or maybe being snippy with him? Or spending too much? My skirt has been pulled up, and my panties have been pulled down. Far enough to expose me completely. Not far enough that I am not humiliatingly aware they have been lowered for a spanking. He is spanking hard. My bottom is red. My pussy is on full parade. I am looking distressed, and I am saying something. I think I am promising to not repeat the misbehavior and begging him to stop, please stop! The little jacknifing across his knee and kick of the legs only exposes me more. Thank gawd nobody is here to witness it!!!!

The cutest part is when she bends over that little bit extra. It is something I have done deliberately to show myself off...

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Here I am again being spanked by my husband in the privacy of the basement den. He is strong and holding me in place. I am not going anywhere! My ass is turned upwards and jiggles in a womanly fashion with every smack of his hard hand. My sex and my bottom hole are on display to him. After my spankings, I am required to submit to intercourse. If I have been a good girl, it is only my pussy that will receive a good pounding. But I have not been a good girl... it will have to be bum sex (been there, had that).

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Oh no! This time I am not getting away with it. I was rude to our guest, I will be punished in front of our guest. It will be in the most humiliating manner imaginable: panties down, bare bottomed across his knee, kicking and shrieking like a banshee. My reactions, combined with a thoroughly reddened bottom, ought to be all the apology our guest needs. And yet my mean husband will make me stand in front of him after my spanking, panties down, skirt up, facing him, and cry out a verbal apology before I am sent to the corner to face it, bare bum, hands on head, while the men admire my spanked bottom as they drink their Scotch Whiskey.

I will blush at comments regarding my sexual performance, and how "responsive" I must be in the sack...

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This one, unfortunately, does not happen in the privacy of the bedroom.  There was a discussion with another couple about domestic discipline. My husband tells the other couple I am regularly disciplined, but it does little good as I seem to enjoy it. They are incredulous! This is how my husband is proven right.

How embarrassing for a girl to have to show off such a wet kitty!

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I am alone on a business trip in Vegas. A convention. I am in the casino. A man's wallet drops out of his back pocket. I pick it up. It's filled with cash! I can chase after him. I don't. I go up to my room with his wallet and all that cash. I will take the cash and drop the wallet anonymously in the lost and found tomorrow. Unfortunately, this man is "connected" and his "in" with casino security shows him the security camera footage. The facial recognition identifies me as a guest. Security asks if the man wishes to press charges. No, he'll take care of this himself. The security man gives him my room number and cuts him a card key. The man promises the guard that no serious harm will come to me...

I am half-naked, getting ready for bed, as he keys into my room. I go for my pistol! He easily subdues me and takes my gun. He gives my bum a good whacking and then lays me face down on the bed telling me to grab my ass with my hands and keep them there. He calls down to his buddy in security, and asks him to bring him up a razor strop and a switch, because this feisty bitch needs to be taught a lesson. I lie there until the doorbell rings. The security card hands him the implements. I can feel his eyes on my naked rear end. He is not allowed to stay and watch.

I must strip completely and stand in front of the unshaded window. Oh my gosh, somebody will see me! I am kept standing there for 20 minutes, fully exposed to the outside world, as he works the switch painfully across my ass and legs.

He takes me to the bed and puts me face down, bent over the hotel pillows. He then uses the hard leather razor strop on my bare backside until I am sobbing and begging him for mercy. I promise to do anything, anything, if only he will let me off! All he wants is to give me my justly-deserved beating. He leaves with his wallet and cash telling me to watch my step in his city. He doesn't even fuck me...

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Yes, this is my subby fantasy of what happens when I don't behave. My husband's belt comes off and my bottom is strapped until I cannot sit down for a week.

I love the strap-marking in the lower pic. So uniform, with the thighs not spared. And her expression of pain and anguish. It turns me on, imagining myself in her place...

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What appeals to me is the clothed man and the fully naked "me".  My bare breasts rubbing against the far side of his clothed thigh, my nipples scraping the couch.  The spanking is long and severe and is only halfway through. Why must I be fully bared for my spanking? Why? To teach me a lesson. To teach me who wears the pants in the family. The pain is real, the cries are real, the tears are real.

I have been hand-spanked like this across my husband's knee, to tears. I know exactly what she is going through...

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I have not been doing a good job keeping the kitchen clean. As punishment, I must strip and clean every square inch of it to a shine. Partway through, my man reminds me to be a good housewife from now on. Why does this turn me on????

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For some reason, I thought of this one as my Daddy doing this to me in the living room. He is fed up to here with my disobedient ways. From now on I will do my chores, and I will do them without being snippy to Mom. For a daughter who was last spanked when she was six years old, this is a very hard lesson I have to learn.

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This is my Daddy again. I have a girl friend over. We have been chattering away and laughing and playing pillow fights. It is 2am and tomorrow is a schoolday. Daddy has already warned me twice. Last time, in front of my friend, he said that if he has to come back again, I'll be getting a spanking. Ha! I called his bluff!

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What I like about this one is how helpless this girl is across her strong man's knee. Her panties are already bunched into her ass like a thong. They offer no protection! They still have to be lowered. A point needs making. The point will be made with her pussy and bottom hole bared.

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I imagine this schoolgirl was caught shoplifting and is in the police station. The cops have a way of dealing with pretty little entitled shoplifters. She is given a choice: a criminal record, or summary punishment. The door is left open so she can be made an example of in front of the whole police station. She is stripped naked and made to stretch across the police sergeant's old wooden desk. Her tits are pushing into the hardwood. It is not good enough that she is completely on display. Her legs must be spread farther apart, wide as they can go, so she can learn some humility.

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This is what happens in school when you persistently miss your homework and cheat on your test! Look at her burying her face in her hands in mortified embarrassment. It is because this spanking is happening in front of the whole class. Boys and girls. Little miss popular social butterfly. Spanked like a toddler across teacher's knee, her highly sought after, though never given up charms, bared for all the boys to see as she wriggles across teacher's knee.

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* (when his finger brushed "my" bum hole...)

Imagine if this is what happens to her if she is ten minutes late for your massage! First the punishment, which includes an incredibly humiliating diaper position dust-binning, followed by a  good long groping to make sure she is hot and horny. Only then will come her massage. The full 60 minutes despite her lateness.  The massage will be "straight", and fully draped, much to her frustration. She will moan and wriggle and hump the table as his hands get close, but she will be allowed no satisfaction this time. Maybe next time, assuming she can manage to arrive on time.

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A very severe tits out, bare bummed, paddling. She will not repeat this mistake again!

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I used to read Archie comics! I always used to imagine myself as Betty...

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Thank you to Rick at Spank Those Bottoms. Please head over for a visit!

My last blog entry, Spank Those Bottoms Blog was about a fellow blogger's site that had lots of gif mini-movies of girls being spanked (strictly speaking, they are of course women being spanked, but I kind of think of myself as a "girl" when I'm getting spanked, and I was referred to as such by Rick, the blogger in question, which kind of sort of flipped my switch and got me thinking subby).

Well, after all of that I just had to get a spanking, so I asked my husband to help a girl out. That was the day after I posted my previous blog entry. I wrote this up immediately after that, but held off hitting "Publish" so you had more of a chance to read the last blog entry.

I went up to him as he was watching TV. I stood there just in his peripheral vision with my hands fidgeting in front of me, my feet angled in, my knees knocking together, my head and eyes downcast, and squirming a little. I had on just a full cut pair of white cotton panties and a T-shirt, and nothing else.


It was picked out special for the occasion. My pussy was already wet. I must have looked like I needed to pee! I was going for the shy, immature teenaged girl vibe.

He looked over at me, and looked me up and down, appraising the situation. "Yes?" he asked.

"May have a s... s... spanking, Sir?" I stuttered as I said it. It's fucking embarrassing to have to ask for your spanking!

He got a big smile on his face, turned off the TV, and said, "certainly!" He went on, "how do you want it?"

How did i want it? It was about a little girl getting a spanking from her man (Daddy?). I answered, "just your hand, please Sir, over your knee, but really real. I mean, hard and real..."

There. Said it. As soon as I said it, I knew my fate was sealed. I had done all I needed to. I knew my man would take it from there.

"Really? To tears, young lady?" he asked, teasing me.

"Yes, Sir," I answered. Oh gosh. There were going to be tears!

"Something your Daddy should have done to you before you moved out," he said. He picked up on it. Yay! Yes, he knows all about my Daddy fantasies like you all do!

"Yes, Sir," I answered meekly.

"But it wouldn't be appropriate for your Daddy to do that to you anymore, now would it?" he said.

"No, Sir," I said.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm in charge of you now, and know exactly what to give you when you get in this sort of a mood," he said. Oh yes!

"Yes, Sir."

"Go to the bedroom, sit on the side of the bed, and wait for me there," he ordered. "I'll be up when I'm up."

I got a little extra tummy flutter as he ordered me like that.

"Yes, Sir," I said, and I went to leave the room and go to the bedroom.

"Oh, and sweetheart," he called out after me. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him, "there are going to be tears," he emphasized.

I gulped and nodded and went on my way without saying anything more. He was serious. That was him promising me I would be spanked, and for real. That was the thought I carried with me as I made my way to our bedroom, sat down at attention on the side of our bed, and waited for my man to arrive and give me the spanking I so desperately needed.

He had given me that mental image to focus on. I would be spanked to tears. I would go over his lap, he would bare my bottom, and he would spank me bright red. He would continue spanking until I literally cried. Oh no! What do I get myself into?

He let me wait there for many minutes. I would say fifteen minutes or so. I replayed in my mind over and over again the fact that he would enter the room, put me across his knee, bare my bottom, and spank me... to tears.

My little outfit, white cotton panties and a T-shirt, were chosen deliberately, with a purpose. I knew David would have picked up on it, and he had.

He came in. Oh my gosh. It was starting!

"Well, young lady, here we are again. You've been asking for this spanking and now you're going to get it."

Well that was true enough.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again, I promise!" I was not yet sure what I would not do again, but I went with the flow.

"Too late for promises, Julie. You've been told time and time again. You DO NOT sit on my lap in your panties and T-shirt like that, with nothing on underneath. That IS NOT appropriate or acceptable in any way."

Oh gosh! Yes, he had of course picked up on my thing, without even being told. When I was a teen I flirted outrageously with my actual father. I would run to him and give him a big hug and a kiss and sit on his lap and hug him some more. I did this in just my panties and T-shirt, which was how I slept. I would do this in front of my Mom and my sisters. I had breasts and everything. I don't know what I was thinking. Poor Daddy! But he never said anything. He never seemed flustered or uncomfortable, or (yuck!) turned on at all. He would just hug me chastely and then put me off him. Nobody ever said anything. My Mom was zero reaction, my younger brother didn't notice, and my sisters looked daggers at me. Sue, my older sister, knew what I was doing, even if I didn't fully. My younger sister, Nancy, was jealous of the attention I was hogging. Anyways, my husband knows all about this about me, and how I sexualize it and fantasize about it to this day. He had spontaneously introduced it into our roleplay without me even asking. That's what having a lifemate is all about!

"Oh Daddy, I just wanted to hug you!"

"That is nonsense, Julie. You know exactly what you're doing and it's very, very wicked. Your Mother is my woman, young lady, not you, and its high time you learned that. In fact, your Mother has told me to come up here and to give you the spanking of your life."

Oh no. He brought Mom into it?? Really???

"Get across my knee!" he said. He pulled me up off the bed by my arm, sat where I had been sitting, and then hauled me back down across his lap. He tucked me under his left arm and put his right hand on my panty-covered butt.

"You do not... SMACK... come out of your bedroom... SMACK... dressed like this... SMACK... anymore... SMACK."

Each of those SMACKS was his open palm to my panty-covered butt. They were each hard! His hand felt like a paddle. Each smack took my breath away.

"Your Mother insisted I give this to you bare bottomed and bare breasted, young lady, and by golly I intend to do just that!"

With that, he started peeling my panties down my ass and raising my shirt above my breasts.

"No! No! No!" I cried out, and kicked and wriggled and tried to get my hand back there to stop my panty's descent. He was having none of this. He moved my hand away and angled his body to block me. He pulled my panties down to a band around my knees and left them there. He then tugged my T-shirt high up my back, and pushed it right above my tits in front, baring them for my spanking. He then re-encircled me with his left arm. My breasts were at this point mooshed against the bed and my legs were dangling off of it.

"This is for your own good," he told me, and then he started my spanking...

Oh my gosh, how do I describe it? It hurt, that's for sure. He did modulate somewhat, but it was all on the hard side of things. His palm connected over and over again with my rear. He concentrated on the lower ass cheeks and went left side, right side, middle, repeat, over and over and over again. I scrunched my eyes and balled my little fists and I held on and I held on. Over and over and over again his hard palm spanked me. After a couple of minutes of it I broke!

"No Please! No more! Please!!!" I yelled out.

"Not until I see some genuine tears, young lady," he said. Oh no! Hoist upon my own petard!

I needed tears, and I needed them, like, right now! I tried to focus past the pain in my rear end and focus on my "offense". I had jumped on my Daddy's knee scantily clad, in hopes of getting a sexual response, which I would have hated him for. What a little shit I was. I focused on that, and said,

"I'm sorry Daddy! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done it! I'm so sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he stated. Oh no!

He kept spanking my ass, harder and harder and harder. I was getting frantic, but the tears has still not come! I could have safe-worded out, but no fucking way! I needed to pull out the big guns...

"Please Daddy, I'm sorry I did that, I love you! I love you! Please!"

Yup... That was enough to do it. Tears. Real tears.

"I'm sorry! I love you! I'm sorry!" I said over and over again, crying my little eyes out.

David stopped spanking me. He picked me up and he put me down, face up, on the bed. He lay beside me and gathered me up into his arms and hugged me close.

I wasn't that emotional, but I had cried. More from the fanny pain than anything.

"Thank you for my spanking," I told David. He was back to being my David. My husband. I loved him so much just then! I started kissing him all over his face. Then I had an idea,

"Do you think it's possible that I can kiss every square inch of you?" I asked.

"We could find out," he said.

So I proceeded to do just that. I started at his face and head, and lay kisses on every part of him except that back of his head which I could not reach (yet!). I sat him up and took his shirt off. I kissed his shoulders, down his arms, his underarms, his neck, his chest, his nipples, down his tummy, down both sides. Kiss kiss kiss kiss the whole way.

I took his pants off, leaving his undies on. My T-shirt was still on, where he had left it, bundled up above my bare tits. My panties were long gone, having been kicked off during my spanking. I kissed down the fronts and sides of his legs, and onto his feet and onto his toes. I kissed the soles of his feet. I came up kissing, kissing, kissing the insides of his thighs. He parted his legs for me so I could get right up high. I could see his cock hard in his underpants. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

I rolled him over onto his tummy. I went back to his head and kissed every part of the back of his head and his ears, necks, shoulders, back. Then I went down the backs of his legs and came back on the inside backs. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

I slid his undies down and off. I kissed his ass. Every square inch of it, high and low from one hip to the other. I parted his cheeks. I kissed the cleft of his ass, first one side of it, and then then the other. Yes, I had said every single square inch. I kissed his bottom hole, and lingered there, kissing it all around and right on it. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

I turned him over again, so he was facing up. I kissed his midsection all over. I had to move his hard penis and balls out of my way so I could reach every spot there. Then I started in on his balls. I kissed every last part of his testicles. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

I started going up the shaft of his cock, kissing it all the way up and down again, up and down again, all around it. I move myself around the bed to get a better angle. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

I got to the engorged head of his cock. I kissed it everywhere, all around and right on the very tip. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

I looked up at him greedily.  I met his eyes. I put his cock into my mouth and started sucking and slurping noisily on it. I went as deep as I could, gagging on it. I moved my ass closer to his head. He obliged by reaching out and soothing my sore cheeks as I sucked his big cock. He slipped his finger into my wet cunt. He fucked me with his finger as I sucked his cock. I wanted more. I reached a hand behind me and pulled my cheek apart. He didn't get it at first. I had to take his cock out of my mouth and say, "here", as I touched my asshole with my finger. He got the message. He shoved his thumb into my asshole while he kept his fingers in my cunt. Oh it felt good!

I then went down on him in earnest. I wanted him to cum. To cum hard into my mouth. Right into my mouth. I had a sore spanked rear end, my husband's thumb was deep in my ass and hias fingers deep in my cunt. I bobbed and slurped on his cock like a little whore. I felt his body stiffen and Ifelt his cock stiffen even more in my mouth as well. He put his other hand on my head and pushed me down farther on his dick. I gagged and slurped and gagged some more, but I was determined to have him ejaculate deep down my throat, like a good girl!

He jerked and I felt it. A hot gooey liquid in my throat, squirting forcefully out of his cock. I swallowed and sucked and sucked. I sucked every drop of cum out of his cock. I held it in my mouth, whatever had not already gone down my throat. He pulled his fingers and thumb out of me. I knelt on my haunches on the bed and I faced him. I looked him straight in the eye. I swallowed his cum down my throat so he could see it. I locked eye contact with him the whole time.

"Ummm Yummy!" I said. I collapsed back down onto him, He held me against him as we cuddled. I did not cum that night.

What a nice spanking!

Sorry I've been a bit absent lately. Work is busy for both of us, and we don't have as much time right now to fool around. As a result, I was getting quite horny. I wanted my pussy licked, bad, but my husband took advantage of the situation and insisted that would only happen if I got spanked first. The things a girl has to do to get her pussy licked around here...


It was the evening and I was feeling horny and I went up to my David and asked him to lick me.

"Only if I get to spank you first," he said cheekily. Ohhh!

"Yes, Sir," I said.

"And..." he continued, "69. In your mouth. No spitting." Ohhhhh! Foot stomp! Give him an inch and he makes me take a yucky mouth fucking...

"Yes, Sir," I said. The things a wife needs to do to get a little action around here.

So he takes me to bed. I was wearing socks, pants, panties, bra, and blouse. He sits on the side of the bed and beckons me over. He helps me out of my pants and socks, and blouse. I am standing there in just my bra and panties. He is still dressed in his jeans and a coarse blue lumberjack shirt. He pulls me over by my arm and spins me around. He unhooks the clasp from my bra and my breasts swing free. He turns me around to face him and begins fondling my tits. Overly aggressively, if you know what I mean. He squeezes my nipples hard which makes my eyes water. He pulls me across his lap.

He fondles my ass through my panties (they are just simple white cotton).

"What a naughty girl," he says as he fondles my rear cheeks.

"I've been good!" I protest.

"Good girls don't constantly need their pussies licked," he explains. Well, he got me there!

He hugs me in closer to himself with his left arm around my hips. My knees and my chest are on the bed, and he's angled me a bit towards him across his lap. I am feeling... small... in a nice squishy way. He begins spanking me over my panties. Nothing terribly hard, and it's feeling nice. He comments that he's just getting my pussy ready for its licking by bringing all the blood flow down into that region.

In a little while he lowers the backs of my panties to just below my cheeks. Like a Daddy would reluctantly do to his little girl if he needed to spank her without exposing her pussy.


He continues spanking my now bare bottom with his palm. The spanking is intensifying.

He lowers my panties some more, this time down to me knees, exposing me. More like a Daddy spanking his teenage daughter's bare bottom, pussy bared as added object lesson. He hugs me in tighter, bending me more. I feel my bare pussy and bottom hole starting to sick out. His slaps go there. Still on my bottom, but all around that "area", fingers whipping in where they ought not.


He straightens me out and uses his hand hard, like a paddle, about 20 strokes. That was a real spanking. I start getting worried midway! Will he spank me hard like that? But he slows down, and then he bends me over more again, pulls me into him, and puts his hand between my legs, feeling my by now moistened pussy with this fingers. Playing with my folds, rubbing me, finger fucking me.

He pulls my panties right off. He spins me so that I am now straddling his knee, my tip-toes on the ground, my chest on the bed, my weight mostly on my pussy grinding into his hard jeans-covered knee. He learned this from my sister (blush!).


My weight feels like it's directly on my clit! I am feeling myself being embarrassed by this. I flashback to my sister putting me in this position over her knee, one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life. I actually could not contain myself, and rubbed myself across her knee despite my ass getting fucked up by one of the most intense spankings of my life. He jiggles me on hs knee. He spanks me some more, all down low and insides and such. He fondles my cunt as well, and finger fucks me. I moan and grind myself onto his knee. As a reader commented, like a kitten on her scratching post. How humiliating that I am so "in heat".

He takes me back across his knees. He hugs me into him. He says, "now I'm going to spank you." Now?!? What was all that??? He means, really spank me. Oh oh.


His hand comes down brutally on my exposed backside, alternating cheeks and low across both. All in all he gives me 50 spanks. All really hard. My ass is on fire! I hate it and I love it. It seems to go on forever but also seems to stop before it even started. My man is spanking me. He is spanking me because he loves me. His entire attention is captivated by my wriggling, jiggling, reddening, ass. I am the center of his entire universe. My pussy is the center of me.

He stops and rubs me, saying, "wow... so pretty when it's so red..."

He puts me to my feet. Yikes! Sore butt!


He kneels up on the bed. I follow him and start hungrily removing his clothes so that he will be as naked as I. We lie down on the diagonal of the bed in the "69" position. I pull a pillow along with me and put it under my head. His head wrests on my lower thigh. I hold my upper thigh up off him. He pulls it down so that it is clamping his head. He does not want me to strain my leg holding it away from him.


Meanwhile, his cock is in my face. It is already very hard. I know my duty! I purse my lips and pull it into my mouth and start sucking on it.


I reach behind him with my hands. Though his legs are together, on on top of the other, his balls are half sticking out the back. I fondle them from behind as I suck on his cock.

He has started gently lapping at my cunt. Nice gentle wet strokes of his tongue.  I guess I like when I am "distracted" by sucking his cock skillfully. I don't focus my conscious mind on my own pussy licking, and it seems to get me excited faster that way. It just sort of all of a sudden out of nowhere, just gets to be amazing.

I am diligently working his cock, and his hips are becoming more insistent. He is starting to face fuck me and his cock is going in deeper on each thrust. His hips strain towards me. I back my head off a bit to get some breathing room. His hand clamps down on the back of my head and pushes me back into him. Doesn't he know it's hard to catch a breath??? I force my head away and remove his cock from my mouth. I use my hand on him vigorously. He cries out in frustration. He was super close (I could literally "taste it"). He swats my ass hard several times.

"You better finish what you start, woman," he says to me, "in your mouth," he adds. Oh God! I stick it back in. He pushes the back of my head, and I start sucking like crazy, as deep as I can. His hips have begin thrusting into me, driving his cock down my throat. At the same time, he is licking my pussy full on, his lapping getting more and more excited and "rough" as his cock gets excited.

I am having a correspondence with a pen pal. We are mutually fantasizing about me going to live with him in the South of France for the summer to improve my French. As "payment", I will be required to suck his cock like this. I flash to that fantasy as my husband drives his cock deep into my throat. I am thinking, "Merci Monsieur, Merci Monsieur" as I "take it".

I feel the sightly bitter taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. Oh no! He is about to explode into me. I can feel his cock getting harder and more insistent. I am imagining my Frenchman's friends all sitting around, watching him extract his payment from me, egging me on to suck it properly, petite salope Canadienne ("little Canadian slut"). Men and women. Older couples watching me.  I feel the spurt against my soft palate, and another and another. I need to breathe, but I don't! I suck his cum out of his cock. "Merci, Monsieur". His friends shake their head at my sorry display.

My husband's spent cock softens and leaves my mouth. His cum is still mostly in my mouth. He does not slow down his pussy licking. He intensifies it! Ah fuck. I swallow it without making a fuss. Little whore.

I am close. I am grinding into him. He stops. I am momentarily confused. He spins me around and places me in a fetal position on the bed, sopping wet pussy well exposed.


He jams a pillow between my legs so that my pussy is freely accessible. He molds his body to me in a reverse 69 type position, his head buried in my cunt, his knees at the back of my head. Sort of like this, but more wrapped around me.


He licks me from behind. One of his hands roams my tits, belly, abdomen, and pubis. His other hand is roaming my pussy. As he licks my clit his finger plays at the soppy wet entrance to my cunt, not penetrating, just rubbing around the entrance. Feels soooo good. Then his finger plunges in and he is rubbing my G-spot. Feels even better. I cum with a massive scream and spasm. He keeps licking until I physically push him away.

Am I not a totally slutty wife?

For some reason, I've been the lucky recipient of a lot of stories in my email from fans recently. I took one of the best of them, from a fan named darryl, and turned it into a collaboration.


It recounts the story of a young man who was strapped on his hands at college, which then required that he also be paddled at home by his Mom afterwards, a fact that all the student body seemed to know about thanks to his little sister's blabber mouth.

To make things worse, his sister had stealthily arranged for her two best friends to be at home with her working on a "science project" when news of the strapping was sure to arrive in the form of a phone call from the college.

Through some tactical lies, the girls got the boy into even more trouble, which resulted in his spanking taking place in the living room where all the girls could see.

However, the spanking was only the start of his humiliations. His inability to control his arousal in front of the girls earned him the ultimate embarrassment that is every boy's worst nightmare...

I hope you enjoy it: The Bargain

I have an e-subby I have been corresponding with for a while now. Due to various twists and turns, he may now be required to deal with this:


He is not gay, but nonetheless he will do his best (for me) to suck cock and present ass. Many of you submissive males have a secret longing to be "made to". Would you do it if required to by a beautiful and dominant woman?

The man who will be submitting to that penis is best characterized by the below self-portrait.


Don't you enjoy the contrast between the two pics?

This particular e-subby has a "thing" for a grown up niece who is very attractive. When she visits, he lives to sneak into her room and collect a pair of her soiled panties to sniff and taste. His biggest aspiration is to find a discarded tampon of hers to suck on. His dream scenario is that she finds out about him and dominates him mercilessly.

Yes, welcome to my world of pen-pals!

I am not particularly alarmed over this. Many men who read my blog have deep rooted fantasies similar to these. Some won't admit to it. Others are racked by guilt over it. I find it quite amusing the extent to which this one is enthralled by his young lady. He is very conflicted because at the same time as having these feelings about her, he is also very protective of her and has been a great Uncle to her over the years. I judge he is of absolutely zero danger to her. Quite the opposite in fact, he is so enthralled that if she ever caught on she could abuse him mercilessly, no doubt destroying his marriage and draining his bank account in the process if she was that kind of girl.

Now, if I was that niece, and if I discovered an uncle sneaking into my room and stealing my panties to sniff and taste, well let's just say that it would be "open season" on his ass. Under dire risk of humiliating exposure and possible arrest, I would require him to submit to the punishment I decree. I would meet him in a secluded spot. I would tie his wrists and his ankles, and then tie him bent over a makeshift spanking horse. I would get out the most vicious strap in my arsenal. I would, literally, remove the skin from his ass with that strap. I wouldn't think twice about it. I wold enjoy it in fact. I would rub some iodine in afterwards, for safety's sake.

Oh well, it's not my panties he is stealing.

He is in the process of arranging a spanking from a Pro Domme, and combining this with a trip to Vicotria's Secret for a bra fitting that I suggested. This is hot on the heels of his going to the same store earlier to purchase several pairs of panties, and interacting with the saleslady. Here is his account of that.

I was visiting my mother in my old home town to help her with some chores and errands. When I took her to a hair appointment, I had some time to visit the local mall which contains a Victoria’s Secret. Walking into that entrance knowing what I’m about to reveal about myself always hits me hard. The shop had just opened and I had a few moments to browse all the sexy underthings on display as I made my way to the panty section. An attractive woman in her early 30s approached and asked if she could assist me.

My heart rate went up as I explained that I was in trouble and I wasn’t allowed to go back home without buying some sexy panties for myself. She asked about size, style and colors. I said I wasn’t sure about size, but they needed to be as sexy, frilly and feminine as possible. Pinks or other pastel colors. As she selected some examples, she estimated I would need size medium panties. As for style, I indicated that they should cover me sufficiently, but that it wouldn’t be difficult to do. Through it all, she remained very professional as I wilted inside, feeling my masculinity draining away. We finally settled on 3 after I let her select what she thought was sexiest and what colors she liked.
Finally I asked if I could possibly wear one of them out of the store. She agreed and when I couldn’t decide on which, she had me pay, then cut the tags off and led me to the dressing rooms. The store was already busy and we passed several shoppers and sales people on our way. I couldn’t be more obvious what was going on. Moments after the changing room door shut, I heard several women laughing loudly. I was certain it was about me.

I excitedly undressed and slid on the first pair. A streak of precum stained the front panel. I finally decided to wear one with a shiny fabric that looked like something a stripper would wear. I dressed, walked out, checking if anyone saw me leave the dressing room (no one was there) and walked with my head down, stopping briefly to thank my saleswoman again before I left with my cute little VS bag, my balls pushed up inside me and my little cock tucked down.

Ha ha! Here he is modelling all three of his purchases for me.


And he included a readout of his heart rate during this encounter...


I suggested that next time he also go for the bra fitting. He is taking me up on it (poor sweet man, wrapped around my little finger as he is - it amuses me to torment him like this!).

He wrote to me about some of his inner thoughts regarding his niece's upcoming visit.

Dear Mistress Julie,

This is Thanksgiving week in the US, and starting Wednesday we will have a houseful of family staying here, including my niece.  There will be so many people here, it will be difficult, but I am hopeful to find a way to spend some quality intimate time with her panties.

I haven’t let myself cum in five days and am feeling very horny in anticipation of seeing her bottom sway as she walks to our hot tub spa in the back yard and watching her high, firm breasts bounce in the undulating water.

Over the past few days, I have had some extended alone time during which I watched femdom porn involving ball busting and faggot humiliation. There is something about that look in a woman’s eyes when she taunts you with verbal insults like faggot, cocksucker, panty-wearing sissy; insults which cut deep because I know that some of them are true and some might be someday!

To keep myself under control while waiting to see her, I have put myself in chastity.

While she is here, I was thinking of wearing panties, although with all the people, that might not be safe.

Nothing says, “Please fuck me!” like Victoria’s Secret panties, does it? And oh, do I want to be fucked! Or raped, in some way, physically or mentally.

If panties don’t work out, I’m thinking of taking Viagra every day while she’s here and trying to hide my erection every time she looks my way with her green eyes and pouty lips.

Regardless of how things go with her awesome face, tits, ass and panties later in the week, this Tuesday will be my time to play. I have found a pro domme in a convenient location for me using the website I told you about last time. There is a small chance I may be able to meet with her in the morning for some spanking fun, but more likely I will be headed to Victoria’s Secret to be fitted for a bra!

I will be arriving about the same time as my last visit, and I am hopeful that I will find the same saleswoman who helped me with panties last time. I intend to embellish and add to the story from last time, when I said I needed to buy sexy panties for myself or I wasn’t allowed to come home. This time, I will thank her for helping me with the panties because my girlfriend “Julie” had caught me trying on her lingerie and she demanded that I purchase some for myself or she would end the relationship and kick me out. Now she is demanding that I be fitted for and purchase a sexy bra to wear home for her. I will tell her Julie says she is embarrassed by me and my lack of masculinity and she wants me to be embarrassed during this shopping experience. I am thinking of writing a short note from Julie to give to her to encourage her to make my experience as public and embarrassing as she is comfortable with. Julie is embarrassed and disgusted with me as a man and now that I have shown that I “want to be a woman”, she is going to make me share her humiliation and have the “complete” woman’s experience.

My heart is pounding and I have a lump in my throat thinking about what might happen in just 2 days.

I get very excited reading about his excitement, and his upcoming humiliations. I even like hearing about his worship for his niece. It is soooo pathetic.

Dear Mistress Julie,

My niece and her mother arrived late last night. She looks phenomenal! I’m not a breast man, but hers are perfection, high and firm. I was admiring her long arms and wondered how hard they could spank me.

I will enjoy watching her move and hopefully be able to sneak some time with her panties in this crowded house.

I am urgently horny! I haven’t allowed myself to cum in 9 days. I have teased and edged so much that my little penis is getting sore. My balls are so full! I heard an appropriate expression for precum today. My penis is crying!

I am thankful that I am blessed with someone like you that I am able to share my feelings and experiences with!

My pleasure! Sharing with me, and now with all of you blog readers as well. I hope you will be as encouraging of him as I in the comments section.

I wrote him back.

I love the image of your "crying" penis in your grown up niece's presence.  You do realize, of course, that she is completely aware of your sexual infatuation with her? Pretty girls have a sixth sense about it, and with the sorts of subconscious vibes you must be throwing off, she knows for sure. Who will be the first to mention it?

After the weekend, he sent me a response and a recap.

Dear Mistress Julie,

You are so right. My niece must notice the way I look at her. I’m sure my submissive desperation must be easy to feel for anyone tuned in.

I did have some success in spending some quality time with her panties. Even with a crowded house, I was able to fish a worn pair out of her overnight bag and sneak into the bathroom. I edged twice while inhaling deeply. No cumming! At least until Monday. I will let the events of the day; bra shopping and possibly a spanking, determine if I am worthy to spurt. I was almost caught sneaking the panties back! I believe she might be on her period. If I am able to find one of her used tampons, I think I would lick and suck it.  I’m such a dirty pervert!

After 9 days of teasing and edging, I officially have blue balls. They are full, heavy and they ache. It is such sweet suffering! It scares me where my mind goes when I get this desperately horny. I feel very vulnerable and seduceable. "Control the cock, control the man."  Although, I cant really call this thing a cock, can I? And I’m certainly not anything like a real man. 

No, you’re really not much of a man, are you, existing at the whim of pretty young women, willing to do anything demeaning at a snap of their fingers, such as sucking on their used tampons!?!??

Real men snap their fingers and have the women running around trying to please them, so I really don’t even know what to make of you.

Tut tut,

He wrote back to me the other day about his attempts to setup a session with a Pro Domme. In his online wandering he came across a different type of ad. This is what he wrote to me.

Dear Mistress Julie,

Why does it excite me so much to confess how weak and pathetic I am and for you to confirm it? So desperate!

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to find any used tampons when I dug through all the trash. I did find a couple applicators, which I sucked, of course, knowing that will be as intimate as I will ever be with my niece's sweet pussy. So desperate!

I don’t know if you are getting hit with this same storm pattern, but we are snowed in here until tomorrow, which will delay my bra shopping and spanking adventure for 24 hours. By then, it will be two full weeks of teasing, edging and no cumming! So desperate!

While I was perusing ads, looking for a spanker, I found one from a man wanting to have his cock sucked and/or fuck a man’s ass. I responded! He responded back! I told him that I have someone who wants me to do this, thinking of you, of course. We are still discussing logistics, but I think ultimately, me going through with this will depend on you... You understand what deep humiliation this would be for me and how much I crave humiliation and how much it scares me to death. My question is, are you interested in participating in this in any way? Would you “snap your fingers” and make me do this demeaning thing for you, knowing I would struggle with the shame of being a true faggot cocksucker for the rest of my life? Would you push me into it? I think you are the only woman who is both able and willing to make me do this.

The only woman? Perhaps not, but I know what he means. He says if he does it he will struggle with it for the rest of his life. So what? If it amuses me, why not make him do it? I mean, wah wah wah. That's my attitude. Does that make me unbearably cruel? His fault for denying himself for so long. Men can make some spectacularly bad decisions when they get so "pent up". I wrote back.

Very interesting development.

As to having an experience with a man. Yes, I want you to do that. You will do it because it pleases me, and you deserve it.

I want you to arrange a meeting with this man. Tell him I want you very soundly spanked first. Starting across his knee with your pants and panties pulled down (yes, wear your pretty panties). First his hand, hard as he can. Then a stout wooden hairbrush or paddle that you will supply. Then I want him to take his own belt off from around his waist while you watch. After it's off, I want you bent over, bare ass high, for a nice long drawn out belt licking. I want your bum nice and tenderized so you can feel his thighs later on as he's fucking you.

Then I want him to wear a condom for your safety. You will suck him until he is nice and hard. You will go down on him deeply. I want gagging. Tell him to not be gentle with you. I want you thoroughly face fucked like a little $2 whore, his hand at the back of your head, forcing you to deep throat. But tell him not to cum. Oh no. Not yet. When he is ready, you will bend over and he will give you anal intercourse to completion, hands on your hips, ramming you as deeply as he can. If you do a good enough job on the blowy, it ought not last overly long. You are, of course, not allowed to cum at all, even if he offers.

And lest you think I am being overly cruel, there is nothing I'm requiring of you here that I have not subjected myself to for you and the other blog readers' amusement.

You will send me an account of it, and what pictures you can, and then I will give you permission to stroke yourself off and consume your ejaculate. Are we clear on this? On ALL of this?

Consider this as punishment for you OUTRAGEOUS behavior vis-a-vis your adult niece.

There, that was easily enough said, wasn't it? Took very little of my time to express that. Subby men are so grateful to me when I tell them to do the most demeaning things imaginable.

Dear Mistress Julie,

What have I done? You took the worst, most humiliating scenario I could imagine and made it worse! Much worse!

I had to spank my husband yesterday. Here's what happened.

I get home from work quite late, well after dinner time. It was a long and frustrating day. I walk in through the back door that opens onto the TV room. The door is locked (as usual), and the light is off, so I am outside in the cold and dark stumbling for my keys. I get them into the door and open it. Right there is david, lounging on the couch, playing Mario Kart!


I mean, he didn't even pause the game for a second to turn on the outside light or open the door for me. He heard me fumbling at the door for my keys. Five feet away in the cold outside. Brrrrrrr!

FYI, his chosen Mario Kart character has always been... you guessed it: Princess Peach.


Ok, whatever. So I say hi, and he gives me a curt hi without even pausing. Whatever.

I walk into the kitchen. Steam comes out my ears. It's a total mess. There are dishes piled in the sink. The dishwasher is still not unloaded. There are dishes on the counter, paper wrappers not in the trash. Food on the plates. The mess was partially my fault, but the worst of it was HIM. Moreover, he had gotten home from work nice and early, and instead of tidying up the kitchen so I don't come home after a long and difficult day at work to an unholy disaster of a mess, he stuffs his face with take-out dinner and plays Mario Kart.

I take a few deep breaths. I know exactly how I'm going to deal with this. I leave the kitchen without saying anything. I take off my coat, I go upstairs to freshen up and change into house clothes. I pick up the big wooden hairbrush, and seeing it there, a little travel tube of toothpaste. I bring them downstairs and put them on the kitchen countertop.


I go into the TV room. He is oblivious. He is still playing Mario Kart. I pick up the TV remote control. He's right in the middle of a game. I turn off the TV.

"Hey!" he says, upset at me for terminating his game.

I reach out and grab him by the ear and pull him up out of his seat. He always goes docile like a lamb when I do that. He knows he's screwed up as soon as that hand grabs his ear, and he knows he's in trouble.

I ear march him into the kitchen in front of the filthy sink. I don't have to say a word.

"Oh..." he says. "Sorry..."

"Strip!" I tell him.

He always looks sheepish at this point, and a little embarrassed, despite his familiarity with humiliating corporal punishment. He does as he's told, and folds his clothes properly putting them out of the way on the kitchen table. He can't have failed but to have noticed the hairbrush and the toothpaste waiting for him on the kitchen island.

He comes back to me and stands in front of me, totally nude, facing me. His penis is hard.

"Stupid penis," I say, "it doesn't know what's about to happen to you, does it?"

"No Ma'am," he says.

I make him stand in front of the sink. I make him bend over so that his nose is right up against the filthy dishes piled there. I run some lukewarm water. I get a big glob of toothpaste on my finger, wet it and rub it all around his anal opening and up into his rectum. I repeat a second time. I have him stand. I squeeze another big glob onto my hand, and wet it, and rub it into his testicles, then up and down his shaft, and then all around his penis head. I repeat with another big glob. At first it's sticky, but pretty soon, with the water more mixed in, it becomes relatively slippery. I am essentially giving him a toothpaste handjob. I get yet another glob, wet it, and again go all over his balls and dick. He's still hard at this point.

"Now empty the dishwasher, throw out all that garbage, and get those dishes rinsed and loaded into the dishwasher!"

"Yes Ma'am!" he says. Ha ha!

As he starts working I walk over and pick up the hairbrush and gently smack the back of it into my palm over and over again. He looks nervously over to me every now and then. He knows what's coming. He doesn't need to be told.

About thirty seconds into the cleaning I see the first twinges of pain from the toothpaste. He's wiggling his bum and his legs are doing a little dance as he's doing the cleaning. I see him spreading his legs so that his balls are not at all touching his thighs. Every now and then there is big twinge and he shakes all over.

From debrief afterwards I know,

• the burning in the bum started almost immediately, and just got worse and worse for the first three minutes or so, and then just stayed there;
• at first his testicles did not feel much of anything, but after about a minute in (I guess the toothpaste had penetrated a bit), his balls started getting painfully "icy hot" and became sensitive to touching anything, but also sensitive to the cool breeze from the air as well, though the former was worse than the latter, and hence the spread "cowboy" legs;
• his penis shaft was relatively unaffected;
• his penis tip was icy hot, but bearable;
• but the worst part was the frenulum (the ridge under his circumcised penis tip) which truly burned painfully and kept him hopping and on his toes, penis bouncing.

Jonsmith 93 [CC BY-SA 3.0], from Wikimedia Commons

So in this quite pathetic state he fully cleaned the kitchen which took somewhere around five minutes, I would guess. He seemed to be in a bit of a rush and worked very efficiently despite the excess hopping around.

As soon as he was done he turned to me and faced me, and looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. I just give him my best "angry wife" stare while I continued to tap the hairbrush into my palm as I had been doing the entire time.

"ouch..." he said pitifully as he writhed around on the spot, his bumhole, balls, frenulum, and tip burning icy hot.

I reached out and took him by the ear again. I marched him into the living room and made him face the corner, hands on his head. I wanted him to experience that burn for a few more minutes before his spanking.

"oh please..." he whined.

"Stay!" I ordered, as if commanding a dog.

He could not help but squirm in place, and when I said nothing, implicitly allowing his squirming, it intensified to the point that he was dancing foot to foot, bending and straightening his knees, and shimmying his ass. Some Dommes might insist on absolute stillness, despite the pain. I, on the other hand, enjoy seeing his natural reactions play out.

I gave him a full five minutes of writhingly painful corner time and then came to get him. I pulled him along by the arm, sat on my stright backed spanking chair, and pulled him across my knee. He sort of yelped and jumped when his "junk" came in contact with my lap. For the duration of his spanking, his bare naked toothpaste-impregnated testicles and frenulum would be rubbing painfully against my lap as he bounced, kicked, and wriggled to the swats. As I parted his cheeks to have a look, his anal ring was still quite white and was burning icy cold.

I lay into him with the heavy wooden hairbrush. I started lightly but solidly as a form of warm-up. After the first twenty I started increasing the intensity. By the time I had reached fifty, I was going at full strength and speed, and he was kicking his legs and crying out. Ahhhh... music to my ears!

Afterwards he told me that going across my lap like that was truly painful for his penis and testicles, and that was occupying his mind more than the spanking during the warm-up phase. His bumhole just stung him that entire time at a constant level. Once I ramped it up, his focus moved more to his cheeks, but he was nonetheless very conscious of his penis and testicle pain, and his consciousness flicked back and forth from ass to junk as the brush came down and then went up again. As the spanking became more intense, then as he kicked and wriggled his asshole does a sort of "pumping" motion in the air, sort of opening and closing involuntarily (that is something I can see, it "opening up" as he jacknifes up and then "shutting tight" as he gets swatted back down again). Once that started happening, his anus started burning anew and yet another painful sensation was thus added into the mix.

Once I hit my stride at fifty strokes, I continued on and gave him another full fifty bum-blistering spankings with the back of the big wooden hairbrush.

Once I had given him his full measure of one hundred, I let him up. He rose slowly and awkwardly and I could see the pain in his face, both from the hairbrushing and the toothpasting.

Once his punishment was over, I took on a more nurturing and motherly demeanour. I stroked his hair and kissed his cheek and told him "Mommy is sorry she had to punish you like that. Will you be good from now on and make sure you've done your chores before video games?"

"Yes Mommy," he said.

Ahhhh! It genuinely warms my heart when he calls me Mommy. I like it!

I could have let him go to the shower to clean off and out the nasty still burning toothpaste, but I wanted him to know that I had the power to both bring the pain and to make it all better again. So I helped him over to the sink. I used some liquid soap, a dishrag, a dish towel and a scrub brush to thoroughly wet him, soap him up, and scrub the toothpaste away.


I started in his bum by squirting a lot of soap onto my bare fingers, wetting my palm with nice hot water, and then rubbing around the outside of his anus and sticking my fingers in and out of his bumhole. I also washed down his perinium towards the backs of his testicles. I used my hand first, and did several applications of soap, both inside and all around. I had him standing on one dish towel as I used the rag to scrub him first, and then had him bend over further and used the scrub brush (pictured) to finish him up. I got a lot of winging and whining during the scrub brushing! Ha ha! I then used the other dish towel to dry him off.

"Is that all better in your backdoor?" I asked him gently.

"oh yes," he said, sounding very relieved!

Next I moved to his front. Again, I got plenty of liquid soap into my hand, added lots of nice hot water, and started soaping up his testicles, his penis shaft, and his frenulum and tip. I rubbed good and hard. For all the world it looked like I was actually hand-jobbing him, ha ha! During this treatment he went from "half-mast" to "full attention". Boys!

I then used the dishrag to scrub him all over and ended with the scrub brush (amidst more yelping and hopping around), scrub brushing his sensitive penis tip to make sure no remnants of nasty toothpaste remained.

"There now," I said, "is it all better in front as well?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said with a big sigh. The sting truly was completely gone, he told me later, as if by magic.

His penis was also very stiff. I took pity on it. "Would you like to cum?" I asked him. He nodded affirmatively. "You do it then, into the sink," I said. "Don't make a mess."

"Here," I said, "you may as well clean it off some more while you're at it," and I adjusted the water to a nice very hot bath hotness, and squirted some more liquid soap into his wetted palm. "Go on, rub."

He looked sheepish. I was showing no signs of going anywhere. He needed to stand on his tiptoes to get his dick and ball sac up above the countertop, and even so his balls smooshed down onto the marble countertop in front of the sink. His hand started moving very quickly up and down his shaft, the suds built up, and a little pool of water formed underneath his balls.

"That's it, that's it," I encouraged him as I very gently smacked his bottom and rubbed his chest, back, belly, and abdomen.

"Do a nice big one, right into the sink," I cajoled him.

"Yes Mommy!" he cried out. There it is again. Still loved it!

He arched his back, screwed up his face, and squirted a big load of white goo directly into the kitchen sink.

"Good boy!" I praised as he cajoled the last few spurts and dribbles out of his cocktip. I then used my hand to rinse off the soap and his man-goo, and the dishrag and towel (though not the scrub brush this time, figuring he'd be pretty sensitive!) to clean and dry him and the sink.

"No more video games tonight," I told him. "I want you to read a book." And I kissed him on his forehead and we went about our business.

What a great stress reliever after a hard day's work!

My pen-pal darryl has been hard at work (under my demanding lash!) writing a continuation to our story, The Bargain, first presented in Fiction: The Bargain.

So we now present The Bargain (Chapter 2) for your reading pleasure! The action moves along, very very, slowly, just the way I like it! But there are some really, really good teases in there that had me wetting my panties. I made very few edits to Chapter 2, as darryl is beginning to mind meld with what I like.

I should also point out that I created a page that collects a number of my fictional works together and linked it top right. The index page is Fiction with Julie in case you are interested in catching up on anything you may have missed previously.

So what do you get for Christmas for the man who has everything? Well, if you're an open-minded, kinky wife like me, you get him what every forty-something male most desires: a cute and willing twenty-something girl to play with. Yup! I did that!


I wasn't particularly looking, but I found her on social media. A young girlfriend-experience-type escort who did a coy post essentially asking what a girl needed to do to get spanked around here? Well! What with Christmas coming, me needing a gift for my husband, and being in a perfect position to help, of course I reached out!

We exchanged email addresses. She was very prompt, courteous, and grammatical in her replies, and seemed very open-minded. I proposed several alternatives for switchy activities and introduced the potential for some light roleplay scenarios. She responded "this is such an exciting experience for me!" One of several of the possibilities I presented was a Daddy-Daughter-Stepmom switch scene which she liked: "I do fit into the character of that ridiculously well, so I think I'd have a lot of fun with it." She also indicated that she leans more submissive, and that being a top may be difficult, but that she'd love to experience it and "watch and learn as your little minion!"

I  fleshed out some further details of our scene in the email, and asked about her comfort level with various things we might do. She assured me that 'open minded' was her middle name, that it was an adventure for her, and that she's open to try anything and everything. "Safe to say I'm beyond excited to be disciplined by both of you. I'm even more excited to learn how Stepmother keeps her husband in line." She asked only that there be no "heavy marking" of her bottom, which I interpreted as rosy red being cool, but bruising and blistering was definitely not cool. I mean, she has to make a living, and what would her other "dates" say? ;-)

She was ok with playing at our house. All my interactions with her were so positive that I thought it was ok, as I suppose did she from her end (we touched base by phone to confirm this detail - she sounded delightful on the phone as well). She does not know me as "Julie" at all, but I suppose she will if she happens on this blog post! Jessica (not your real name), if you read this, please keep our secret!

Once things were mostly all agreed upon, I let David in on it as well. I told him Christmas was coming a bit early this year... He was very happy, excited, and grateful. I am a good wife, to bring my husband such treats for Christmas!



On the day of the event, Jessica arrived a half hour before David was to be home so that she and I would have some time to discuss and bond. Jessica came dressed casually with sneakers, pants and casual top that said "Daddy's Little Girl!" on it. Ha ha! Clearly she was into it! I had suggested she dress casually for the role.

She was only slightly shorter than me, at a very healthy weight, and a bit curvier around the edges. She was dirty blonde with a bit of a "baby face". She looked as young as she indicated (twenty-one). I already felt motherly towards her, and a real sense of responsibility for her well-being, physical and emotional. She did indeed have very few boundaries (which heightened my sense of responsibility even more). She assured me that all of her "holes" were available to my husband (!!! yes, she was a bit crude in her speech, but educated and just did not worry about being offensive at all). She referred to herself several times as a "whore", and seemed to really own that word. I think she liked it for the shock value, as well as for the submissive feelings it brought her. She told me that I had already paid her for her time, and that everything else she gave freely.

For my part, I dressed more elegantly as befitted my "bitchy stepmother" role. I wore black pantyhose, black stiletto heels, a black mid-thigh pencil dress, a red lace bra, and a cream-coloured blouse. The contrast in our dress already set up a Mother-Daughter / Dommy-Subby vibe between us, as did our relative ages and relative experience levels in kink.


David came home right on time (he had in fact arrived early to ensure he was on time, and was cooling his heels in the car in the driveway - good boy!).

I greeted him at the door and said, "come, meet Jessica!" I was as excited as he for him to see his Christmas gift! She was perched up on a high stool at the kitchen island. "Hi!" she said cheerily with a little wave. David went up to her. She held out her hand. David went in for a hug. "Oh sure!" she said as she hopped off the stool and hugged him back. David has a nice way of putting people at their ease. He just seems open and inspiring, and is pretty easy on the eyes to boot. He thanked her "so much" for coming by to play. It was sweet.

We each had a glass of water and we discussed the scene. It was to be a Daddy-Daughter-Stepmother scene. David said, "I see you came dressed for the part," referring to her "Daddy's Little Girl" top. She pushed out her chest, flattened out her top with her hands so the writing was  clear, and said "I did! Isn't it perfect! I get excited being Daddy's Little Girl..." What a perfect little minx!

I went over the scene with them.

In the scene she is David's natural Daughter. Unfortunately, Mom passed away when she was only ten (so sad!). She was disturbed and acted out, and Daddy was very patient with her, but it's more than ten years on now, she still acts out, and she walks all over Daddy like a rug. I am her new Stepmom, married and moved in three months ago. She has treated me with coldness and disdain since the moment she met me, and rather than disciplining her, David just says, "give her time to adjust..."

Secret to her, David and I have a BDSM relationship with me on top. It's very, very annoying to me that we have to constantly work around his daughter being in the house, as Daddy does not want to expose his little Princess to such things, and won't kick her out of the house either.

There was then a situation that would be Daddy's "last straw" with his daughter (we discussed what that would be). As a result of this, she would finally be spanked. As it involved me, I would watch, and then take a turn spanking her myself. The spanking would work wonders on her.

The scene would then evolve with me getting a little more BDSM'y on her as I make her father watch in great discomfort. As he tries to object, I shut him down strictly saying he has not taken care of this at all until now, and from now on it will be my way. He also slips into his submissive mode with me as a result of my dominance display. After making Daddy even more uncomfortable, I turn the tables on him, and say he needs to be punished for not listening to me for so long, and Daughter agrees.

David made a point of going over safewords (I had already gone over it with her, but she listened attentively to "Daddy" nonetheless as if I hadn't). He explained "red" and then "yellow". He said "red" was to be used if anybody needed it to stop, for physical or emotional reasons. We would immediately stop what we were doing and get out of character to discuss. "Yellow", on the other hand, meant "keep going" but that the bottom was at their limit. Stay in scene, back it off a little, or change something, but keep going. He also explained that during a scene the word "no", or anything like it, does not have its usual meaning, that it's just acting. During a scene, only "red" means "no".

So with all the preliminaries out of the ways, we said "let's do it!". We started the scene with Daddy and I in the living room.

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Daughter breezes by and says "I'm going out."

"When will you be back, sweetie?" asks David, cloyingly.

"When I'm good and ready!" she answers, bratilly and impolitely. [She is a natural at this role!]

"You answer your father properly!" I say, with more than a hint of anger in my voice.

"Shut up you bitch, you're not my mother!"[Ouch, that stung!]

"Jessica!" warned Daddy.

"What? I should listen to a gold-digging whore cunt bitch. She can go fuck herself!"

[Oh my! We had agreed that she would say something super rude to me to finally get herself spanked by her Daddy, but what a potty mouth on our girl. I felt like spanking her for real!]

"THAT'S IT!" thundered David. [My man to the rescue!]"I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE, YOUNG LADY! IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU LEARNED SOME MANNERS!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" she asked as David took her by the arm, sat himself in the middle of the couch, pulled her across his knee, and started spanking her pants-covered bottom. [He was pretending to spank hard, and scolding her harshly for her behaviour towards me as he went, but I could see that he was "pulling" his spanks and in fact going quite lightly on our little girl.]

I let him spank like this for a while, then I stepped in. I put my hands around her waist while she was still over David's lap, unclasped and unzipped her pants, and pulled them down to her knees, leaving her panties up for now. "Here, this will help you make more of an impression!" I told him.

"No! Don't! Please!" she begged as her pants came down. [But her ass went up belying her words - tee hee]

"What are these underwear!?!" said David. He was commenting on her sexy red and black lace bikini panties.

"Scandalous!" I said. "Those are much too old for you!"

"Where exactly were you going tonight?" asked David as he began spanking her bare cheeks beneath the lower hem of her panty.

"Just out with some friends," she said.

"Any boys?" asked David.

"Yes, boys," she answered.

"And so you wore these panties for those boys?!?" he asked incredulously, while intensifying her spanking.

"Yes Daddy!

"These slutty panties need to come down," I said, as I reached for her panties and pulled them down to her knees as well.

"Honey," said David, going back to his beta male whiny mode, "I don't think it's appropriate for her to be bare like this in front of me."

"Nonsense!" I said. "A good spanking is on the bare, always. Now spank her properly," I commanded.

David did as he was told and intensified her spanking as she wiggled and writhed across his lap, pumping her bottom in the air to show she was just getting warmed up!

"Ah Ah Ah Ah ..." she was uttering as the spanks fell.

[I noticed she was on the verge of bruising a bit on one of her cheeks (she had earlier said that she bruised easily), so I silently pointed out the area to David who backed off a bit and avoided it.]

"Wait, David, do you see what I see?" I asked my husband.

He stopped spanking and asked what.

I grasped her cheeks with my hands, and spread them apart to display her asshole and her pussy. "Her vagina is completely shaven, see? Why would that be? Are you sexually active, young lady?" I asked.

"Yes!" she cried out.

"I let go of her cheeks and said, "spank her some more!" and David complied, though relatively lightly. Although he did go down to her thighs and spank there a bit harder which she seemed to enjoy based on her vocalizations. She was quite hot to trot as a spankee!

After a bit more spanking, David stopped and said, "Young lady, from now on there will be rules to follow and chores to perform around here. And if the rules are not followed, or the chores not done, or if we see any of that old 'attitude', you can expect another spanking just like this one, either from me or from your stepmother who has my full authority, so long as you are living under our roof, to discipline you as she sees fit!"

There! That's telling her.

"Yes Daddy," she said very submissively. David had spanked the rudeness and sassyness right out of her ;-)

"I think you should spank her now, Dear, so that she knows were in this together!" said David. Oh goody! My turn! I knew her bottom could not take much more of the same, so I thought I would change tacks. Fortunately, I had a drawer-full of gear pre-prepared.

We had her stand up with her pants still around her knees.

"Apologize to your stepmother for the rude things you said earlier," said David.

So there she stood facing me, her pants and panties down at her knees, her bare pussy fully exposed, as she said, "I'm sorry for the rude things I said earlier... Mommy."[Ha ha! She said "Mommy" to me.]

I started exerting more control. I grabbed her by the arm, got closer to her, and said, "clearly you've been lacking this sort of discipline for quite some time, and need a lot more of it."

"Oh yes, Mommy," she answered, squirming.

"David. Take off her pants and panties," I said. He looked bemused (in role). "Kneel down, and remove your daughter's pants and panties from around her feet."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, responding to my assertiveness. He knelt at his "daughter's" feet and removed her tight pants as she assisted by stepping out. This got her bare from the waist down. I was intending to leave her breast-baring as a treat for David for later.

I took her to the dining room table. I had her bend forward, reach her arms forward, and spread her legs. With some furry restraints I restrained an ankle to each table leg, spreading her widely. I fetched a pillow and put it under her. David was watching with a foolish grin on his face. Too much visual stimulation for him. I sent him to the far end of the table and told him to hold his daughter's arms outstretched. I then picked up a fairly light leather slapper. It has a small handle and then a 4 inch wide, 12 inch long strip of floppy leather. I don't use it much on David as it is not very strict, but has a nice sensation to it.

I aimed the spanker at her lower cheeks and gave her a swipe. She moaned and shimmied her bottom. I drew back again and began rhythmically spanking her with it. David was grinning at her and they were making eye contact with one another as I spanked her.

That's when I noticed a remarkable thing. There was a strand of liquid coming out of her pussy. It was clear and viscous, a very thin thread with a teardrop at the end. It was about a foot long.

{thank you, Fondles!}

David needed to see this!

"Come around here, David," I said. He let go of her wrists and came around. "Put your hand under here, to catch any drops. He knelt and put his palm out another 6 inches below the end of the strand. then to her I said, "What a little hussy you are. You're pussy is dripping young lady. Don't think I'll go any easier on you just because you're sexually aroused by your punishment!"

"No, Mommy, I don't expect you to," she said.

I kept paddling her with the light leather spanker. She had developed a very pretty rectangular band of red from beneath the midpoint of her bottom to the tops of her thighs. The strand of pussy juice got longer and dripped into David's open hand as I spanked her. He raised his hand up to capture more of it. She moaned with an "Ohhh!" as his hand contacted her wet and ready pussy lips. I could not let that go!

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.

He looked sheepish and removed his hand. The question was appropriate both in scene and in real life. In fact, she had earlier conveyed her complete consent for literally "anything goes", so I was not concerned for her sake and on any issues of consent. However I felt he had disrespected me by toughing her pussy without being told to do so.

"Sorry," he said, holding his glistening hand out, "I just, just, wanted to make sure to get it all so she wouldn't, you know, drip on your carpet?"

"Touching your daughter's wet pussy? Really?" I then took his hand and shoved it into his mouth. "Here! You can taste her now? Is that what you want? To taste your daughter's wet pussy???" I made him lick his palm and each of his fingers clean of her juices. Jessica had turned her head and was watching the whole show, David on his knees licking her pussy juices off his own hand.

"Is your cock hard???" I asked him.

"Sorry!" he said.

I told him to stand up and to drop his pants and underpants. He begged and pleaded a bit, not in front of his daughter, but I made him do it.

"Just looks at that!" I said. "Jessica, do you see that?" She was looking and nodding her head appreciatively. David was rock hard, and he has a very pretty and quite large cock. "Can you beleive that your father is getting hard at the sight and taste of his own daughter's wet pussy? I'll bet he's even getting off on watching me discipline you. You stand right there, mister. Pants down and hands at your sides while I finish whipping your daughter. Jessica, you keep your eyes on your father's hard cock. Just see what your misbehavior has done. Causing your father to get hard like a naughty teenager."

I put down the spanker and I picked up a light flogger. I used the flogger to whip her gently and sensuously. I was also sure to whip upwards against her spread pussy, and down her crack towards her asshole, as well as all over her pretty bottom and bare thighs. As I whipped her pussy like that, I could see her juices flying. A very responsive girl. Ha ha!

Then I got a wicked idea. "David. Step out of your trousers. Go upstairs and bring down my Hitachi, some lube, and a couple of condoms." What do you think he thought I intended? We had not gone into detail on activities leading up to this. David ran upstairs as I continued whipping little miss. I bent over her and whispered in her ear "would you like to cum now? Can you do it with the Hitachi?" She answered very affirmatively to both questions!

David brought the Hitachi down and plugged it in without turning it on. I put a condom over it. I handed it to her. She brought it down to between her legs, flipped it on, and pushed it against her clit just under the tabletop. She seemed experienced at this!

"David," I said, "touch her pussy now. Gently." David sat down on the carpet and reached his hand up and under her to lightly touch her pussy. "So wet!" he said. She was apparently sopping wet. She moaned as the Hitachi was doing its work, and moaned more as my husband's fingers caressed her inner lips and vaginal opening, penetrating slightly. I used my hand and began slapping her bum cheeks and fondling her ass. It did not take long. She moaned louder and louder and came quite thunderously very soon after with a good scream.

"Well that takes care of you," I said to her, "how about your father? David. Come here. Stand here." I indicated he should stand directly behind Jessica, his cock pointing at her pussy and bumhole. "Would you like to get off by fucking your daughter? Eh?" I asked him. No, no, he begged, it wouldn't be right. I opened a condom and began sliding it over his cock. "Which hole would you like, her pussy hole or her bum hole?" I asked him. What a choice! Jessica wiggled her ass.

"Ummm, ummm, her pussy, Ma'am?" he asked tentatively.

"No, no, no," I said. "I can't go spoiling you with hot twenty-one-year-old pussy. It's too good for you. Choose again."

Ha ha! Aren't I just a bit mean? So tantalizing close and available. Strange pussy. Strange wet and willing twenty-one-year-old pussy! But too bad, so sad. He still had a chance with her ass, though.

"Umm, her bum hole then?"

"Oh yeah!" Jessica moaned and wiggled her ass again. "Stuff me, Daddy!" Minx!

I got some lube and I gently coated her bottom hole. I put some more lube on his condom-covered cock. I spread her cheeks and directed his cock tip towards her small brown hole. When he was real, real close, I closed her cheeks, pushed him away, and ripped the condom off his cock.

"You would actually do that??? Oh my God! You would actually fuck your very own daughter's asshole??? Unfasten her. Now!"

Oh yes. I did. Ultimate tease and denial! No pussy. No ass. Ha ha. And in case you were wondering, no, no mouth or hand later either. All right there. Hot and ready and willing and available. But no. Wife rules.

David undid Jessica's binds from around her ankles. She stood and came over to me and we hugged. "Can you believe your Daddy actually wanted to fuck you in the ass?" I said.

"So inappropriate. Bad Daddy!" she said.

"There's only one ass that's getting fucked tonight, David, and it certainly is not your daughter's!"

"Oh no!" he said.

"Oh yes. Adam. You'll take every inch, hard and deep, and for a good long time, and your darling daughter will watch it all as restitution."

"Noooo!" he cried out. While he was expecting an ass fucking tonight, and was prepared, he was hoping it wold not be from Adam, his largest dildo, but I thought we should put on a show for Jessica.

But this had been my concept all along. Jessica is a self identified "whore". She loved calling herself that, so I'll use that vulgar term here. The life of a whore culminates in bending over for a good hard fucking from all her gentleman callers. I thought it would be fun for Jessica to watch a gentleman of the same vintage as she regularly deals with, try to do her job for an evening, and take a good hard fucking like a well-used whore. The irony of it was just too appealing to me. Imagine his emotions as he's bent over, taking it from his wife, while a true-to-life whore watches, and I imagine is quite sympathetic to his plight. Is this not the best way ever of making david into a whore?

We go upstairs to the bedroom. Jessica leads, (deliberately) wiggling her bare bum in his face as she goes up the stairs. He goes next, pantless as well, and I follow.

I get him to the King bed, strip him to nude, and I bend him over three pillows right in the middle. I reach between his legs and I grab a fistfull of cock and balls. I pull them up high and hard as he screeches and jacknifes. I make him close and cross his ankles, trapping his cock and balls where we can see them. Jessica is perched on the side of the bed and seems to be enjoying the show. The roleplay has gone a bit by the wayside by now, however they are still Daddy and Daughter.

I use my hand to spank him. I spank him all over his ass and his thighs. I ask Jessica if she would like to try. She does! Her hand was a bit flat so I suggested she cup it a bit more and that worked better. She seemed very new to spanking!

"How do you like your daughter's newbie hands spanking your ass, david?" I asked him rhetorically.

"Nice," he answered, naughtily, all pretense of roleplay gone.

I then used the same leather spanker I had used on Jessica, and I spanked him with that. During the course of this I notice his legs had slipped open a bit and his cock and balls had slipped a bit between his legs. I grabbed them again with my hand, cruelly pulled them up, and put them back into place.

"Keep you legs tightly crossed!" I told him. "If they slip down again, they'll get spanked!" I warned. Oh my gosh, he pushed his legs together so tightly they strained!

I kept slapping him with that floppy light leather spanker. As it was light, I did not worry too much about his junk and did smack them a bit anyways. I asked Jessica if she would like to try this, and she did. She did a good job smacking him as well, and only caught his balls once or twice. Such a reaction!

I put a latex glove on, used some lube, and stuck a finger up his asshole as Jessica watched intently. Most "normal" guys don't have their Girlfriend-Experience whores spelunking up their asses, apparently, as this also appeared new to her. Ah, youth!

"What am I doing now, david?" I asked him.

"Stretching me," he said. Not exactly what I wanted.

"No. Describe what I'm doing to you, completely," I said.

"You have your finger up my bottom hole and you're pushing it around inside of me."

"That's right," I said, "but what specifically am I doing inside of you right now?"

"You're massaging my prostate..." he said.

"That's right, and how does that make you feel?"

"Like, I need to cum and pee at the same time?" he ventured.

"It's his prostate gland," I explained to Jessica, who actually had no clue. "It's a smooth rounded bump and you massage the far side of it with your finger. It's the male clitoris. Or maybe male G-spot I guess. Now I'm going to put two fingers in." I do that and ask, "what am I doing now, david?"

"You're stretching me, deep in my ass with two fingers, so I can take the dildo."

"That's right, so you can take the dildo," I confirm.

I turn to Jessica, "would you like to, while I get my strap-on on?"

"Sure!" she says. She's game. I glove her and add some more lube, and she goes at his ass with her finger. "Where is it?" she asks. I turn my finger in the correct orientation and curl it up. She matches me and finds it. "I feel it!" she says excitedly. Poor david is moaning down there the whole time. Ha ha!

As I'm adjusting the straps on my strap-on I ask david, "what does it feel like to have your daughter's finger up your ass?"

"Embarrassing," he says sheepishly. By now, Jessica is finger fucking his hole.

I've taken my skirt and blouse off. I'm in my black pantyhose with the strap-on in front. I go over to the bed and kneel. "Come over here, you know what to do."

"Does he have to suck it?" Jessica asks as she removes her finger from his ass and peels off her glove.

"He does," I say.

david crawls over to me and begins sucking on his big dildo, Adam. Adam is quite a mouthful.


"I've very good at this," offers up Jessica, "I can give him some tips," she says with a giggle. She is clearly enjoying watching david having to go through this!

"Go deeper," she says, "really deep. Gag on it!"

He actually obeys her and goes deep and then gags on it. Ha ha. Submissive boy.

At one point I grab the back of his head, hold him still, and throat fuck him.

"Yeah, take it!" she offers. "I love it when they do that," she says, referring to when her clients do that to her. What a perfect whore!

"Make it nice and wet," I tell him, "I'm a little short on lube". I'm really not, but I enjoy the slurping and slobbering porn-star worthy show resulting from me telling him that.

I tell him to go back to the pillows and bend over. He complains that it's "too big". Boo hoo. Cry me a river. I push the tip up against his opening and I bump it a few times. I call Jessica over and ask her to spread his cheeks so I have a better view. She's now holding his cheeks spread for his penetration. I push in a bit. He complains and tightens up. I pull out and push back in, a bit deeper. He cries out. I feel like it's almost there. Need to rip that bandage off. I push the tip all the way to a cry of pain. I'm in! I hold there, allowing his asshole to accustom itself to Adam's considerable girth.

I looke over at Jessica and she looks back at me. There is lust in her eyes and she's licking her lips.

I feel my husband's body relaxing under me. I start gently pumping. I go deeper. I go faster. I go harder.

With each thrust he cries out. I'm a bit worried, I ask "is that too hard, baby, do you want me to slow down?" It was a genuine ask. "No!" he yells out. Even though he's in pain, he wants it hard like that, I look at Jessica and she looks at me, and I keep fucking him hard, even harder.

"What do you think, Jessica," I ask, "is he being fucked like a whore?"

"I'm a bit of an authority," she says, "and he's definitely getting fucked like a whore. Better! In fact, I wish it was me under there! I want your dildo!" Mmmm, I considered taking her up on that, but did not respond!

I simulate my male orgasm into him with a few deeper and more uncoordinated thrusts and grunts, and then I gently, gently pull out with a paper towel at the ready. Minimal mess, quickly wiped away.

He is all shagged out. Ridden hard and put away wet! I take the strap-on dildo off and then hop back on the bed on the opposite side of him from Jessica.

"You can turn over," I say. He does so. His cock is not hard. It never is during or right after a hard fucking. I put my hand down there with some lube and start stroking him. I won't even let Jessica stroke him off. Total tease and denial.

"Would you like to see your daughter's breasts?" I ask him, while stroking. She still has her "Daddy's Little Girl" shirt on. He nods his head affirmatively, Jessica slowly exposes them. They are delightful! Nice and high and pert. Not too big, not too small. Small nipples and pale aureola. She ends by taking her shirt right off. She shakes them a bit and we discuss their virtues.

"May I touch them?" asks david, politely. I look at Jessica. She nods. "Ok," I say.

david eagerly reaches up and cups her breast and plays with her nipple. She enjoys it. He is getting harder under my hand. Jessica dips her other breast down towards his mouth. He reaches for it with his mouth as she pulls it away and giggles. "Oh, please?" he begs. She relents and drops her tit into his mouth. He starts sucking like an infant. His cock is getting very very hard by now! I feel his precum, he is getting close. I give him a few hard strokes and I remove my hand. "Ohhhh!" he moans. "Please!!!!" he begs, his cock twitching in the air. Jessica raises up out of reach and looks. I grab his cock again and give it another quick five or six pumps and then let it go, allowing it to twist in the air as he moans in pleasure and frustration. "Oh please!" he begs again.

"You want to cum?" I ask. "Oh yes please Ma'am!" he answers, emphatically. I grab his dick and rub it a few more times quickly and let go. "Ohhhhh!".

"Gently, play with your daughter's breast." david reaches up and begins playing with her breast again. She lowers her other breast back to his mouth and he sucks on it. I give his cock a few more strong strokes and let go again. His hips buck up and down, "Oh Please!" he begs. "Oh please!"

"Jessica, come down here and watch." Jessica disentangles her breast from my husband's grabby hands and comes down to cock level, about a foot away and gazing intently at it. I tell david to stroke Jessica's ass and pussy. He very readily does so! Jessica seems to enjoy it.

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I grab his cock again and give it another five pumps and let go. He bucks his hips and writhes and begs some more.

"He really wants it," she teases.

"I grab him again and give him another five strokes. That's done it! I quickly let go. He thrusts his hips and scrunches up his eyes and lets out a muffled cry as the ejaculate spurts and then sort of dribbles out the tip and down his cock shaft. There is plenty of it, though.

I scoop it up and feed it to him. Jessica is delighted and claps her hands.

"Cum is good!" she says. Then she dips a finger into it and slurps it up herself. Naughty minx!!!

And that was basically my Christmas-gift adventure for my husband!

I was a very naughty girl and got a spanking and then rough sex from my husband. I enjoyed every second 'cause I am a total slut! 😀

When I'm in one of my submissive moods, I really "enjoy" (?) being "slut shamed". What I mean by this, is my husband using the filthiest and most degrading language to describe my sexiness. One could probably psychoanalyze this, but why bother.

He had not made love to me for a while and I wanted some. I recall how our little whore friend Jessica had gotten what she wanted: "what does a girl need to do to get spanked around here?" So I took the same approach with my husband. And guess what? It worked!

We're in the bedroom. I'm bare naked. He's still dressed at this point, jeans and a T-shirt. He sits at the side of the bed and hauls me over his knee, "so you want a spanking do you, you little brat."

His hand starts connecting with my bottom. He is gentle, yet before too long I am feeling the heat!

A husband's eye view. That is really me!

I turn my head to face him and say, "Is that all you've got? You've got to earn my respect, boy" with a cheeky smile. Uh Oh!

The next spank comes crashing down on my poor bare tushy, as do the next, I don't know, the next rapid fire 1000???? (not really, just felt like it!).

"Ok! Ok! I respect you! I respect you, SIR!" I said. It does not take long for a strong man with only his bare hand to make his wife respect him!

"Beg me to fuck you," he says.

I still have some feistiness left in me. "I'd rather you lick me, Sir," I say back, much prefering a licking to a fucking any day of the week.

NOT what He Who Must Be Obeyed wanted to hear! The spanking starts, in earnest, again.

"No! Ok! Please FUCK me Sir! Please FUCK ME!"

"How?" he demands.

"Anyway you please, Sir!" My butt is getting sizzled! I know, me saying "anyway you please" usually means an ass fucking for this little girl.

He pauses and strokes my hot ass, his hand parting my cheeks and rubbing my pussy... it is wet.

my pussy...

"No, you can choose the method of your fucking," he says gallantly.

"Ummm... on my back, Sir, knees up with my legs spread?" I know he likes it when my knees are up and my legs are very widely spread and my pussy is maximally accessible to his thrusts. It's a bit painful for me, as his cock goes too deep, but oh well.

"Good girl," he says, still rubbing me down there. "I'll just finish up your spanking to make sure those knees stay nice and spread for me..."

There's really no need. I'll keep them spread. I won't put them together even a little, I'll be a good...

"No! No!" I cry out as his big hard hand comes crashing back down on my tender ass another 1000 times!

"Ready to perform, you dirty little whore?" he asks me. It makes my tummy flutter when he talks dirty to me like that.

"Yes Sir!" I echo back to him, "Your dirty little whore is ready to perform for you, Sir!"  There's nothing that encourages ethousiastic wifely submissiveness more than a well-spanked backside, and the sure knowledge that the least cheekiness will result in more of same!

"Then get on your back, get your knees up, and keep them spread," he says. Flutter flutter.

I move off his lap. Fuck my ass is sore. I lie on my back on the bed, raise my knees towards my chest and spread them as wide as they will go. He puts a pillow under my hips to elevate my hips to better present pussy, so it can't shrink away from his thrusts. He slowly starts undressing.

"Grab your cunt lips, whore, and pull them wide apart for me," he says. Oh blush!

I grab my "cunt lips" and I pull them wide apart. I am feeling very submissive, I pull them widely apart for him. Painfully so.


My pink parts are all on display for him. my pussy hole is totally accessible. My sensitive clit is exposed.

"You're going to hold them like that the entire time I'm fucking you," he says. "That's how a slut like you gets fucked."

Oh no! What do you call that? Pink Fucked???

So there I am. Naked. On my back. Sore red ass. Pussy out-thrust, totally presented in every way it can possibly be presented, waiting to be fucked.

He undresses. His cock is big and hard. He kneels on the bed in front of me. Looking me in the eye, he licks his hand and then slaps it down and rubs his spit onto my spread pussy, as if I was not wet enough already.

"Keep holding. Harder!" he says as he lowers himself. I obey him and pull my pussy lips even further apart for him, if that is even possible. I could cheat and only pretend to pull hard. He wouldn't even really know. But I'd only be cheating myself. I pull so hard there are tears in my eyes...

His cock penetrates me and he sinks his pelvis down onto my pinkness.  His cock hurt going in (it always does until I am loosened up a bit). His rough pelvis on my delicate inner folds was ouchy. His flesh on my clit was exciting, but too intense. He did not care. He proceeded to just fuck me!

He was enjoying me, and I was enjoying that he was enjoying me. He fucked me good. He did really well on the stamina side and it was not unsatisfying short. He talked dirty to me as he fucked also. "Take it, bitch". "Keep that cunt spread, you slut.""I should turn your ass out on the street, you fucking little whore." (He Should!). Mercifully, it was not overly long until he shot his load deep into me. I always feel him get bigger and harder just before, and go deeper. Then he convulses and there's a warm something down there. Hard to describe. I can feel when his cum shoots out. My fingers were keeping my cunt lips spread the whole time, and I was sore!

Once he had had cum he was not done with me yet. He bullied me up to kneeling up on the bed. He made me put my hands on top of my head. He arranged three pillows directly in front of me. The he started fondling me all over, paying special attention to my tits.

"We're going to play 'good girl / slut'," he said. This is a game we have played before. I am bent over the pillows. I am a "good girl" when I keep my legs tightly shut. He has to force his tongue into my pussy from behind. It feels good when he does that. I am a "slut" when I spread my legs widely, offering his tongue easy access to my spread pussy. I must move from one mode to another on his command, which is usually accompanied by a hard slap to my ass.

"I'm going to slap your ass three times. On the third, you bend over those pillows and stick your ass up high, like a good girl."

He gives me a hard slap on my right cheek with one hand as he fondles my breast with this other. He switches breasts and he switches cheeks, giving me a second hard slap, this time to my left cheek. He then gathers up both my tits in his one hand. He is very consistent. I get the third slap, hard and low across both cheeks. I try to bend over as gracefully as I can, keeping my legs tightly together, "like a good girl". Of course, I am bent over so far that my pussy peeks out behind and my asshole is open to the air. Hardly a "good girl" at all, but neither quite the wantonly spread "parts" of the slut either.

He puts his arm around my two thighs, encircling them, squeezing my legs together, lifting me a bit. He sticks his tongue into my pussy, or at least "tries" really hard to. It is tantalizing like this, because his tongue does not quite reach where I want it to! I can also start feeling his cum beginning to ooze out of me. I don't know why it should, but this embarrasses me. I am "dirty". He is licking it up along with my juices.

He lowers me. He comments what a good girl I am, keeping my legs modestly closed together like that. He moves over to the dresser drawer. I turn my head to see. He takes a bottle of lube (uh oh! Ass!). He also takes the short-handled riding crop.

I feel the crop caressing my ass. "Such a good girl," he says. Then THWACK! "Spread!" he commands. I instantly spread my legs wide, displaying myself totally for him. "Now look at you, such a wanton little slut." He taps the riding crop against my spread wide pussy and asshole. He gives me a cropping for being such a slut. The crop strikes my ass, my thighs, my inner thighs, directly on my pussy, and directly on my asshole. None too gently either, but I keep my legs spread wide for my husband and master!

"You are such a slut," he says. "I can see my cum flowing out of your dirty little cunt hole, you little whore."

Ohhhhhhh.  I know. I am a slut. What kind of wife allows her husband to treat her like this????

He goes in and starts licking at my pussy. Broad wide laps with his tongue, cleaning me off. He dribbles lube onto my asshole. He then takes a finger and he slowly inserts it into me, to the hilt. Oh dear! He starts finger fucking my asshole. With his finger still in me, He gets his face down low and licks me beautifully. I am starting to get very excited!

He pulls his finger out of me and stops licking. He picks up his crop. He crops my ass and says, "get those legs closed, you dirty whore." I close them instantly.  "There's my good girl back again," he says. I do feel like a good girl now. Yes, he can still see my pussy and my asshole, but they are at least not gaping open! My legs are closed like a modest wife's legs should be closed.

He pulls out a belt. Oh Shit, I am thinking. I'm getting a belt whipping!!! But I'm a good girl!

He does not use it to whip me. He wraps the belt around my thighs, and cinches it painfully tight. Enforced "good girl"! He lifts me more so that I am completely jaccknifed in two which exposes more my "good girl" pussy. He has one hand around me and under my pelvis, lifting me slightly, but more importantly pushing on me just in front of my clit, and pushing my clit back towards him. He sticks his tongue into my cunt and starts flicking at my clit. Oh God!

This does not take very long! I am feeling helpless. Legs bound, dangling in the air, pussy roughly handled, his tongue invading me. I cum with a rather full throated scream! Fuck but that was good!

He uncinches the belt. He removes the pillows from under me. He lies down beside me and pulls me into him for some gentle aftercare. I nuzzle against his broad chest as he strokes me all over and kisses me gently.

Holy shit but I love my husband!!!!!

P.S. As is usual in my submissive posts, if you care to comment please tease me or tell me what a dirty little whore I am, and what you would do to me in my husband's place. I am seeking attention. I promise to answer respectfully and submissively...

I've just been made aware of a very promising new blog by its author, Daniel, called The Venus and Cupid. I've linked it in my blogroll on the side.


Daniel is "in a healthy & happy monogamous relationship in which spanking plays a central role in our intimate life".

The writing on the blog is truly excellent, and he selects mostly drawn artwork to illustrate. As of the time I am writing this, he only has 3 entries posted so far.

Cupid's Spanking is an introduction to the blog and its author that ties into the Venus and Cupid theme. It's learned and esoteric in ways, but very interesting. Towards the end, Daniel talks about the intent of his blog.

So it's in the spirit of joy that I'd like to welcome the readers of this blog. I hope to trace the contours of my own kink. Through writing & consideration I’d like to give shape to my journey through a life in love with spanking. I’ll be sharing thoughts and anecdotes from my own life as a man who is spanked by the woman he loves.  

I also hope to explore not only F/M spanking & maternal discipline, but all sorts of spanking dynamics & arrangements. The idea is to have fun exploring my love affair with spanking while thinking & examining what I find arousing, fascinating, compelling & lovely.

With that in mind, I'll be thinking through the whole repertoire of domestic discipline, not only spanking but also--mouth soaping, corner time, time-outs, diaper punishments, line writing, & other similar domestic punishments. I'll be following in the footsteps of iconic 90's magazine WHAP!, Sarah Gregory's "Momma Spankings", Aunt Kay's 'Disciplinary Wives Club', Someone's Gonna Get It, Strict Wives, Strict Julie Spanks!, & other like minded venues where wives & aunts & babysitters &  maternal figures of all sorts deliver old fashioned over the knee spankings to deserving adult boys & girls.

Daydream Believer is about Daniel's journey from daydreaming about spankings and a 24x7 FLR to finding his wife and coming to understand that "playing" with his wife is much more realistic and equally as fulfilling as he had daydreamed.

I have dreamed of being spanked by all sorts of women—classmates, girlfriends, teachers, co-workers & friends. I’ve imagined being disciplined by glamorous celebrities as well as by the cashier at the local grocery store. Daily life has been a theater of spankings still unconsummated, scoldings not yet heard, all of them developed in the warm terrain of daydreams.

The Allure of the Brush hones in on that classic, essential spanking implement, the hairbrush.

For me, there is nothing as iconic or enchanted as the hairbrush. It’s the object at the core of my romance with being spanked, elemental as if oxygen or light. 

What is it about the hairbrush? It is simple & feminine, almost bittersweet, in its capacity for organizing both allure & pain. There is something simultaneously nice & mean about it, demure & yet utterly flagrant in being an instrument bound up with spanking. 

It’s an object with texture & meaning & depth because within it so much is distilled — memories & promises, wonderful, dreadful alluring sensations, worry & want & remorse & true love. It’s like an object in a fairy tale. It really is alive. 

I adore the way in which it’s hers, & hers alone. It represents the quality & means of her discretion. In her purse or on her nightstand it is always at the ready. Nothing more elaborate or complex is required. It’s an elegant, perfect device.

I encourage you to head over and to give Daniel your encouragement by leaving a comment on his blog!

I recently sent a pen pal shopping for panties and a bra for himself at Victoria's Secret with lots of sales help. Just imagine how embarrassing that must have been!


Well, no need to imagine, the full story is right here.

I am sharing with you our private correspondence, with his permission. It might give you an insight into the wonderful email exchanges I have with my fans, and insight into a fellow kinster's intellect and emotions as they are put through their paces by me. I never publish anything without approval, of course.

This is the same pen pal I corresponded with in the steamy summer of 2017. It culminated in a post called Ranch House Justice which was a bit of fiction I wrote as a reward for him. We had not corresponded for a bit, but he had been lurking along. He renewed his correspondence recently, sending me a "peace offering".

Hello Ms. Julie:

It's been quite a while, over a year now, since I last corresponded with you. You may not remember me, I'm the fellow who wrote to you about the video shoots I've done with Domme Karin. You posted a great blog about it and also included an amazing story based upon my fantasies. I've still been following your blog, reading almost every day. Ms. Julie, it truly just keeps getting better and better! In gratitude and recognition, I humbly present a certificate for your consideration.

Is this certificate not just the sweetest thing?

You absolutely deserve the recognition. The Classy Lady part certainly applies (well, the perv part too).

I'm really loving the current, most recent post!! It speaks to me on a few levels. Maybe causes some funny feelings? And yes, thinking more about my hottie niece! (yes!)

The post he was referring to is Would you do it? where I recounted the tale of a different gentleman, obsessed and very conflicted by his desires to be dominated by his grown-up pretty niece. I made him go to Victoria's Secret to purchase panties, and am insisting that he have a sexual "experience" with a male. I am still waiting for that to play out. There has been some progress...

I wrote back regarding him and this man.

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You cannot control your fantasies, and your fantasies do not make you a bad man. I am still insisting that he endure a panty spanking, a belt licking, deep oral sex, and a good hard ass fucking from a man as "punishment" to truly cleanse him. Ha ha! I want him to repeat to himself "I'm sorry for being such a pervy uncle!" in his mind, imagining he is speaking to his niece, as he receives his punishment fucking.

Have you ever been required to receive sex from a man (or just naturally did so?)

And he responded

I absolutely agree with you. Our fantasies are a very real and true part of ourselves, not something bad or something to be ashamed of.

Speaking of which, I did get to see my niece at a get-together this past week. She actually is quite stunning and on this occasion wore a fairly short, snug party dress. Such pretty legs, crossing and uncrossing...... and I did enjoy getting a couple of those wonderful hugs. I sort of think she enjoys them too. And she's always playful, kidding with me, etc. I agree with you that she must be aware. As you say though, she's in the driver's seat and I'm not to forget it. She always calls me her favorite uncle and she knows she's my favorite niece. I won't do anything to ruin that or her trust in me. But oh my thoughts and fantasies! They are a very real and true part of me, and actually, I'm not ashamed about it.

So, is your e-subby having any luck finding that cock to take? Also, I was wondering if he made it back to Victoria's Secret for his bra fitting.

As I said before, thinking about both these things gives me "funny" feelings. I can't help but think of them as wrong in the sense of being "unmanly". But they cause confliction as well.

As far as taking cock, the intensity of the experience would be huge (not unlike that formidable dick your e-subby was looking at!). The thoughts of such excessive submission, humiliation, the physical pain....well, they also bring on feelings of arousal. But part of me says it's not right to admit it. I'd have to use the words, scary and stomach churning as well, when thinking about it. And is that a bad type of anxiety necessarily? Are my above thoughts, in your experience, odd, different, typical? To answer your question, Ms. Julie, no I have never taken a man's cock in either orifice, on my own or required to. Actually, I haven't been penetrated by means of a store-bought phallus by a woman either.

I have done some anal activities on myself this past year though. I bought a set of three butt plugs and also an average sized dildo. I have used them a number of times though the largest plug and dildo only twice, as they are quite challenging for me. They all do feel good however - very unique sensation. So, like your e-subby, I've had toys up in there.

To touch on his Victoria's Secret excursions, thoughts of those give me the same conflicting feelings. I've never purchased or even put on women's panties. It's always been, in my mind, a worrisome thing to think about (slippery slope toward becoming a sissy?). But I run across it so often in various blogs and do find myself also aroused by it, though purchasing them would be especially terrifying. But maybe I could/should?

I would very much appreciate your input/thoughts, even direction if you're so inclined. If I'm imposing too much please just say so.

So another man who's thoughts are very naughty about his hot young niece! I find that very sexy, to be that object of adoration (and know it).

I also love how he is so open and sharing with me about his private thoughts and feelings.  I was also thinking, as I was reading it, that he is crying out to be told what to do. My specialty! So I thought I would give him a gentle little push. I wrote back.

Thank you for the nice note.

Your niece sounds like a plum. It puts a smile on my face that you so respectfully lust for her. I think all women enjoy being respectfully lusted after, though not always the overt expression of same!

I think you have a fascination with women's panties. I really want you to go out and buy a pair for yourself from a real shop. A pretty young girl around your niece's age will no doubt ask you if she can help you in a nice perky voice. I want you to say, "gee, this is embarrassing, and I'm really sorry to bother you, but they're for me. What size do you think?" I predict she will get a big smile on her face, and start asking you all sorts of very normal questions that you will be incredibly embarrassed by, such as size, and style and colour, number of pairs, and so on. She will try upselling you, probably. You should consider it. I'm imagining the sweet blush on your face already...

Go do it and tell me about it after.

Imagine how tummy churning that must have been for him to receive that note. He really had to obey. It would be such a missed opportunity otherwise. I knew he would.

Hi again Ms. Julie:

I'm thinking you're right about a fascination with women's panties. Thank you. And yes, I WILL do it, though I'm truly nervous. It will be this coming Thursday when I can, and I will write to you afterward. I'm sure I'll be thinking about it a lot until then.

Isn't that wonderful? He will put himself through this extreme experience. It was so sexy for me reading that he would do it. As the date approached, I sent him an encouraging email.

Thursday is now just 2 sleeps away!!!

Are you getting nervous? You won’t chicken out on me, now will you? No, you won’t. Not based on what I know about you!

Can you imagine how much your face will be blushing as you stammer out your ask? The good thing will be that there will be so much blood in your face there will be none left over for your cock.

After you get your panties we’ll be doing some nice girly things with them...

He wrote back right away.

Hi Ms. Julie

It's always so nice to hear from you.

Yes, not much longer, it's getting real now 😟!  No ma'am, I will not chicken out, I will do it as you've directed and told me to. I'll head to town Thursday AM. There's a Victoria's Secret there at the mall. Oh jeez, I'm really going in. Yes, yes, this IS HAPPENING!!

I've been trying to put it out of my head the past few days, with limited success. I've been practicing the words so that even with stammering (I do anticipate it too) I'll be able to get them out.

Yes, I'm so nervous, even scared (It's crazy, I'm a grown man), never done anything like this!! Oh my, oh my, Ms. Julie!

Thank you.

Isn't that just a perfect picture of excitement and angst? I love that I can have this effect on men from afar. I do it because I really do love my pen pal, and I have fun experiencing it vicariously through him, and for you all to share in it as well.

Well, he DID IT! I asked him to go back and collect some photos of the store after, and to send photographs of himself. So these are the actual photos I've embedded.

Hello Ms. Julie!

Well, I did it! The way you told me to. I now own 3 pairs of women's panties (well, they were having a sale), and they are nice looking ones I think.

I bought them at the Victoria's Secret as I said I would in my email on Tuesday. Sorry I couldn't do it sooner but I did pay for the delay with extra days of nervous (at the least) anticipation. And since Tuesday, you've also made me start wondering about what "doing some nice girly things" means.

Here's how it went:

My heart was just pounding when I entered the store, praying I wouldn't see anyone I know. My stomach was doing the twisties big time. I was so embarrassed just being in there, never have been in one before.

I looked around and located one of the panty sections.

I picked up a pair, my hands were shaking. A young salesgirl did come over. I started shaking more. She was in her mid-twenties probably, and tall and black and beautiful. She asked if I needed help. I looked at her, took a breath and I said my lines!! The first part - "gee this is embarrassing" then another deep breath, then - "I'm really sorry to bother you but they're for me what size do you think" - pretty much as a single sentence. But I did get it out, the words you told me to say! 

She gave me just a slight smile and said, "That's perfectly fine, I'll be glad to help you". She asked me about what styles I liked. I told her I'd like something somewhat fancy. She showed me several pairs pointing out differences in rise, leg cut, seat, etc. She suggested size medium. I was feeling so hot during this, which made me more embarrassed, which made me even hotter. And I felt my cock tingling and stirring as well. Hopefully there was nothing noticeable there to her.

She then told me about the sale price on 3 pairs and left me to pick out, but said to let her know if I had any other questions.

I took a little time to pick out three pairs. I have to admit that quite a few of the styles and colors caught my eye. I'm still trying to sort out what that might mean. I didn't take too long, but tried to make good choices.

Though trying my best to look cool and calm, I'm sure there were customers who caught on to me. I noticed a couple of young gals giving each other a look as I carried the panties, now my panties, to the checkout. It made me feel more embarrassed and hot again. The same sales gal was thankfully at the register and maybe noticed because she said, "Come back any time, you never need to feel uncomfortable here". I think I probably always would though. After leaving the store and calming a bit I noticed feeling a little precum wetness in my underwear.

It was a very emotionally intense experience, several different and differing thoughts and feelings going on. I'm still trying to get my head around them. Maybe it's better not to overthink?

I do want to thank you very very much Ms. Julie for taking me in hand and for, in a clear straightforward manner, telling me to do this.

p.s. I also wanted to thank you for your kind words about my niece earlier (yes, she is a peach) and about my relationship with her.

Isn't that just a marvelous experience? Really, those girls are there to sell panties. They will very happily sell to anybody who wishes to buy, and will get a big kick out of a very nervous and shaky older harmless man!

I wrote back.

Yay! Way to go!

A tall, black, beautiful, mid-twenties, salesgirl with a slight smile asking you if you needed help. And then a nice long discussion on sizes and cuts and colours that made your cheeks burn and your cock leak. Perfect! As you say, very emotionally intense for you, business (mostly) as usual for her (you are not her first, I'd wager). I like that she acknowledged how uncomfortable you appeared. VS does have a store policy about selling to "your kind". You are to be welcomed. Your dollars are good there. Realize that EVERYONE'S purpose for going to VS is sexual. It's like a sex shop that way. Monkey business will ensue!

Regarding girly experiences, your reward for going to VS is... drum roll please... to go to the drugstore and buy nothing but a box of tampons. Human checkout please! Then, using some lube, insert one into your butt then pull your panties on. If you can send me a photo of that, it would make my day. In fact, send me three, one of you modeling each of your panties. Make sure that tampon is in there. And for the grand finale, you pull those panties down and take a photo showing your little string dangling out of your butt, Little Miss Cottontail. I want to see those cheeks spread and the tampon part all the way in. Those little strings are tough and will not break when you extract it. Though do lube it before putting it in. And don't throw it in the toilet after or you'll bugger up your plumbing!

He later sent me the requested photos. Let's ALL have a look now, shall we. First, let's make sure that tampon is stuck up in there nice and snug...


Oh my goody goodness! He really did that, didn't he? That's one big girly step right there I'd say. And look how small and tight her balls are, and from this angle her penis tip looks for all the world like an engorged clitty, no?

With that tampon in place, the modelling show could begin.




Aren't they all just darling? The one on the right is very sexy, but the one in the middle is the most feminine I think. I just don't think he can carry off the looks on the far sides, you know? He's not quite that pretty. A little high on his horse, don't you think? I think the middle panties are all a girl like him can manage. [ha ha! just teassssing!).

He recounted his tampon shopping and the thoughts his panties brought to mind.

I picked up the tampons at the drug store this morning. The cashier was an older lady and the transaction was uneventful but still felt embarrassing. I just sort of kept my eyes down. I had no idea how to insert a tampon but found a helpful You Tube video. It's definitely a strange feeling having a tampon up there. Not awful or painful but you do know it's there.

The panties are fancy, do you think?

The material even just in my hands feels nice. And especially nice when wearing them, feeling that smoothness against my hips, belly, ass, cock...... My cock definitely came to life in contact with my panties for a while at first then settled down somewhat. So different!

They do feel very different from my usual underwear in terms of fit as well. That is, where they contact the skin and where they don't. Especially true of the beige pair (thong. Yes, I did buy a thong pair, I was just in that headspace at that moment.) I know they're not made for my "body type" but I did my best to fit my parts in politely for the photos.

Overall, I guess I have conflicted feelings when wearing them. Yes they feel great and stimulate me mentally as well as physically, but they are so frilly and fancy and are women's panties, which makes me feel very much less than manly, which is to say definitely girlie, and a little embarrassed. Screw the conflict, I think I'm thinking too much again.

Best I just enjoy the ride... and I am definitely enjoying it. Would you concur with that strategy?

A tampon in one's ass definitely knocks a guy down a peg or two as well.

I did have the tampon inserted properly in my ass throughout all the photos, and in the picture above I display between my cheeks (squirmy moment, it's uncomfortable exposing this part of me) showing you the evidence as directed. All the way in. The things I'm doing for you Ms. Julie!

Oh yes. The things.

I continued on with his girly challenges.

But you know what the REAL VS experience is? Bra shopping! Wear a tight fitting T-shirt under your regular shirt. Be sure to have your tampon inserted and your panties on as well, even though nobody will see it. They have to involve the lady with the measuring tape. They have to take you back to the change areas. They have to watch as you try it on over your shirt. A bra fitting is much harder and more labour intensive than simple panties. If you buy the silicone inserts the $ signs ring in their greedy little eyes! They will have to help you sort those out, as the inserts for each breast come in two pieces that must be inserted correctly. Can you imagine your beautiful black "girlfriend" adjusting those for you under your new bra? Bra shopping is when the fun really starts. When I took my husband, they were quite cavalier about opening and closing the changing room door, and multiple women waiting nearby for a change room caught an eyefull of my husband in his brassiere. I think they did it on purpose to add to "the thrill". Are you up for that?

I was on a roll. He needed that bra!

Hi Ms. Julie:

I'm so glad you're pleased with my accomplishment today. And you know, actually, I am too! And I realize that after today's excursion I do qualify as "you people".

It will be next week before I can get back to VS. There is so much more to a bra fitting as you describe than what I did today, so very much. But I think I can be up for it.

Bra fitting would be a HUGE thing (step?) for me. So much more to it, so much embarrassment, humiliation, laying ones self out there, all in a very personal and sexual context. And in a way many would consider distasteful and unacceptable. Though as you say and from my experience so far, VS is very good about things. And the fitting process, including the inserts as you describe will take quite a while to accomplish. I would expect the intensity to be 10x that of my panty shopping.

I've definitely begun this journey though. And in addition to the above "anxieties" there has also been much excitement, lots of sexy fun, arousal and maybe I'm also beginning to discover and/or acknowledge some things.

Have I mentioned how amazing you are!? I would never have gotten even this far it weren't for you.

So, I think I can be up for the bra fitting, with panties and tampon of course. It will have to be next week, probably Wednesday. I will let you know for sure by Monday.

So do you like my selection of panties? And I hope the pictures are what you were looking for.

Hope your day has been going well.

I responded.

Lovely!

I particularly like the middle fuller cut burgundy ones. A little less slutty and more feminine and practical for you. You did well with your tamponing as well. Imagine how you’ll feel. Bra shopping with that tampon up you and those panties on? Ha ha!

He then sent me a couple of emails.

Thank you!

Well, Ms. Julie it looks like it will for sure be next Wednesday when I can get back to VS for my bra fitting.

So......, I'm going to be measured and fit with a bra and inserts, while wearing my panties, and with a tampon stuffed up inside my ass. Oh Ms. Julie! Holy crap!!

Can't you feel that tension building...

Hello Ms. Julie:

I just wanted to verify one more time that my return to Victoria's Secret is on for tomorrow (Wed.). Maybe my "girlfriend" will be working again. Nervous!

Also, I wore a pair of my panties a little yesterday. Hope that was ok.

 I responded.

Very exciting!
You may wear your panties whenever you wish.
Let me know how it goes!

Well, Wednesday came and went, and he did it again (I knew he would, I just knew it!)

I did it! I again completed your directed task, Ms. Julie. And again it was very emotional for me.

I was so nervous again going in the store. Pantied and tamponed as you directed. I chose the burgundy panties. I agree with you that they're the most tastefully feminine, which I felt appropriate for the occasion. My heart was pounding and my hands shaking again. I still feel uneasy. What might they think of me here? I mean, regardless of the company's welcoming policy, do at least some of the sales clerks think of me as a freak or pervert even though they're required to be accommodating?

Once in I found some bras and picked one up.

Imagine standing there, as a man, looking at those bras, knowing that in mere moments a pretty young salesgirl will be taking you in for your very embarrassing fitting...

I was glancing around. There were a lot more customers than last time. Like last time it didn't take long for a sales lady to come over. She was not the same as my "girlfriend" last time but about the same age and very nice and pretty and helpful. It was so embarrassing even just getting my first words out, which I had rehearsed.

I started out with how the sales lady last week when I was buying panties, for myself, said I should never feel uncomfortable in here. Then: "I want to buy a bra and inserts and I'll need to have a fitting please." My face was getting hot and I was really feeling the tampon. Maybe I was clenching. My cock was tingling and stirring too. And I could feel myself leaking a little already.

She led me to an area by the fitting rooms, fairly private but I know people were looking as I followed her.

I said I was a bit nervous, I know lots of people don't approve. She said "That's their problem". Very nice.

She measured me to be a 36 and recommended a C cup because of my fairly slender frame. Regarding inserts, she said they didn't have them but instead sold bras with varying degrees of padding to get to the desired fullness. So I just went with that, Ms. Julie, I truly hope that's ok.

I told her I'd like something a little fancy and she went and brought back a few for me to try on. She also brought a t-shirt to put on over the bra so I could see how I would look when dressed.

We went into a dressing room and she helped me try one on, adjusted the straps for me, etc. She had pretty, small, delicate hands and it felt nice when she touched me. The first time looking at myself in the mirror there were so many emotions going on in my mind. My God, is this really me? What's happening? Good/nice? Bad? And I could feel my cock stirring and leakage coming on again. It just kept happening off and on the whole time I was there.

She then left me to try on the other ones myself and said to push the button when I needed her. The one I liked best was sort of purple so I asked her if it came in burgundy to match the panties I'd bought. And I actually pulled the front of my pants down a little and was able to lift my panty waistband up enough to show her! As she had the door open again to go out to search a girl walked by from another fitting room and saw me there wearing the bra. There's nowhere to hide in those dressing rooms! We made eye contact for just a couple seconds, her expression was neutral - neither approving nor disapproving. But my face became very hot standing there in my bra and being pantied and tamponed and it made me feel so very emasculated Ms. Julie. Mortified. I just cringed.

And that tampon! It just causes such a constant, uncomfortable, invasive and, I'll admit, a little sexually stimulating feeling the whole time it's in me.

My sales lady couldn't find a bra to match so she suggested getting a new pair of panties to match the bra. So that's what I did. It's a nice set. It was embarrassing carrying my items to the checkout and there was a line there. I tried to cover them up with my hands while waiting to be rung up but I know people saw.

When I got home I took out the tampon (yay) then stripped and tried on both my new things.

As I looked in the full length mirror I thought "I don't look too bad" Then I masturbated, shot my load there on the floor.

I hope you're having a good day today. And I hope I did well for you, Ms. Julie.

Was that not a great nerve wracking experience? Masturbated and shot his load on the floor? TMI!

Boys, I want you to have a good look at this man in his bra. There are some men who enjoy dressing as women, or somehow feel fulfilled doing so. There are other men who consider it be a deeply embarrassing, emasculating thing. If you belong to the latter class, then a brassiering can be a perfect punishment for you, as determined by your wife or by another woman in your life. My husband certainly lives there.

I did a post called Summertime - Wandering Eyes - Hot Bottom! where I caught my husband blatantly staring at the breasts of a young woman on the street. As a consequence I sentenced him to bra punishment in front of his trainer at the time, a young woman named Mags who was really into spanking him. Poor david really did not wish this particular young lady to see him in his bra and he put up quite a fight. But he obeyed in the end.

He got scolded by me in front of her, as she ogled his big bouncy breasts.

My pen pal 'lil joe did a drawing for me under my direction. I liked it so well I used it as the cover for my e-book.

After the scolding, where he was threatened with a chastity cage if he did not learn to behave around women in the street, he was draped across the couch, still in his bra, and got his backside SIZZLED by my belt while Mags looked on and helped hold him down. After that, I allowed him to put on a T-shirt over his bra, but insisted he exercise under Mag's guidance with his bra and breasts on. A little feminine empathy training.

So, in short, an excellent way to knock a man down a peg or two.

Back to the gentleman at hand, I had to write him back right away.

OMG! Amazing experience again!!! Quite the adrenaline rush I guess. I even got an adrenaline rush shopping with David. Very similar experience to ours, right down to the salesgirl leaving the dressing room door open so other women could peak in. I’m sure her expression was neutral, but boy will she have a story to share.

I would love a photo of you decked out in your matching bra and panties.

Also, I would love to be able to share your experience (with the various photos you sent) on my blog. Would that be ok?

Also, if not too much trouble, can you go back and discretely take a few photos of the VS? Would be better than using stock photos! You might have to buy something else for cover. How about stockings and a suspender belt? I do so love how it frames up a bottom so perfectly for play.

The photos I received I've already mixed in above.

Oh yes, Ms. Julie. It was a huge adrenaline rush for me, and with a wonderful sexual bent! Definitely another amazing experience, and I thank you again.

I suspect you're right about my salesgirl yesterday having the fitting room door open just a little longer at that particular moment, very "accidentally". As you said, monkey business will ensue!

Yes of course I will get a picture in my new matching set to you. It may be tomorrow or even maybe the next day but I will send it I promise.

Yes, absolutely feel free to utilize anything in our letters- words and pictures- for a blog post. I will go back to VS to get a few pics of the place, it's no problem. And you're right, I'll most likely need to purchase something so will opt for suspender and stockings per your recommendation. As usual it will be next week before I can do that. I always have to wait for my day off to get to town. I'll be in touch again soon with that picture for you of me in my finery.

I was very excited to get permission to publish! I wrote back,

Wonderful!!! 👏👏👏👏
Thank you!

He got me those VS pics (above), and told me about his garter and stockings experience.

I looked for garters and nylons per your suggestion. A sales lady did come up, she said they don't carry garters, or nylons(!?) and actually I didn't see any around. There's another women's fashion store in the same mall that does have them in their "naughty" dept. So I was able to find some there.

You've always asked for pictures modeling my purchases so I took it upon myself to take some. I hope that was OK and that I wasn't just assuming.

I took one wearing them with my matching bra and panties, front and back.

I also took one from the back with no panties. I see what you mean about framing the bottom for play! I humbly submit this photo such as it is, along with all the others, to you Ms. Julie. And again, as with the previous ones, of course feel free to use as you wish, have use for.

Oh I do like a nice pair of stockings with a garter belt on a man. It brings out the absolute worst in me! I think I have a strong desire to dominate a woman, and the lingerie brings it out, even on a guy. Even more on a guy, you little sissy bitch! You will come across my knees and kick those pretty little legs while I blister your bum with my paddle, young lady. You will then bend over, stick that little bum up, and taste a long hard dose of the strap. Once you've been thoroughly paddled and strapped, you will beg to have me fuck your tight little asshole until you squeal, little one. Squeal.

Ready for a fucking

So that is this episode. I hope you enjoyed it and were able to live vicariously through another of my wonderful pen pals. You can see why some only write to me once a year! Intense!

I keep getting more and more new blog viewers. Thank you very much and welcome!  I thought I would take a post to re-introduce myself and my husband, and explain how our "Scening FLR" works.

So, this is me,


Here I'm holding one of my favourite implements: my strap (actually a double-thick, leather, twin-tailed tawse).


This strap can really sizzle my husband's bare buttocks!

I've been married to my beloved and highly accomplished husband david for just over ten years now. Before david I was quite the party girl, and travelled and had a lot of sex. Like many women, I've had some very bad experiences with men (like, horrendous), and, of course, some wonderful ones. As a result of some of my bad experiences, I got very panicky when men tried to dominate me. As a result, I developed  a more "woman on top and in control" mentality towards sex. Clearly this was something that my husband found attractive in me!

About three years into our marriage he got up the gumption to share his lifelong fantasy of being domestically dominated by his wife. This initially came in the form of a casual inquiry regarding spanking, and if I was into it at all. He asked about him spanking me, which at the time was a very hard NO for my part (I've since come ridiculously around on this topic, more on that later). While he was moderately interested in that, he was much more interested in the other way around, but did not know how to broach it. So instead he took a path where he could at least retreat strategically with his manhood intact!

Fortunately, he did not retreat, and he followed this up with the question of whether I might enjoy spanking him? I asked him if that would turn him on and he said it would, and he was just so cute, like a blushing little boy, I could not resist. I did not have any firm feelings about spanking him. It did not turn me on but I was intrigued more about the power exchange, and of course fulfilling his fantasy just because I loved him. And what's the big deal about spanking him anyways (I was already pretty dominant in bed, as I mentioned).

As well, after about 5 years or so of being together, our love life had settled into a bit of a ho-hum rhythm, and I was noticing him masturbating to online porn, which made me question my own sexual worth. So I also saw this as a chance to spice things up by acting out his fantasy of being spanked.

I asked him how he wanted to be spanked and he was quite specific about it. It needed to be over my knee, on his bare bottom, with a hairbrush, and me as an angry wife scolding him for something he had done wrong. He handed me a heavy wooden hairbrush I did no know we even had.

Well, I spanked him, and after getting my rhythm after a few frustrating false starts where we were failing to communicate, I found I quite enjoyed it in an empowering, slightly sadistic, definitely sexual way (a little to my surprise).


And besides the spanking, sex afterwards was great as well!

After that initial experience he opened up to me about how this had been a fantasy of his since he was a young teenager. I also found out that most of his porn viewing was spanking-related videos. I went on the Internet and started doing research, and was surprised by the sheer quantity of stuff and number of men excited by female domestic domination. That got me into a forum, and from there I started posting to this blog. To the best of my knowledge, my husband does not know about this blog, but it would be just like him to know all about it and not tell me!

He was mainly into the Domestic Discipline thing, and his main fantasy was of a Dominant Wife (and me in particular, which is cool). It did not suit either of us, however, to make a "lifestyle" of it. We both value our mature, adult relationship. I married a man, not a child, and he has no desire being my child, and prides himself on taking responsibility for traditionally "manly" things.

As a result, we evolved our play by getting into what I have termed a "Scening Female Led Relationship." Outside of "scenes", we have a perfectly normal, totally vanilla relationship, with pretty much the stereotypical husband and (working) wife roles. Yes, I wind up doing more than my fair share of the housework; but he does the fix-it work, the electronics, most of the outside chores, and takes care of our vehicles and such. We are both FINE with that!

I'm more of a healthy eating and fitness fiend than he, but he regularly gains and then diets to get back to a healthy weight (at which he looks great, by the way!). We both like being active with cycling in the summer and cross-country skiing in the winter. He does his martial arts training, and I am regularly in the gym. We both have personal trainers to whip us into shape (mine is a currently a guy at the gym nearby work, and his a girl who comes by our house). We both have fairly demanding careers. No kids now nor planned (a little late now anyways). No pets.

So yes, a very boring work-obsessed couple, and we like it that way.

BUT...

We certainly do have our kinky side! From time-to-time (maybe once a week or two on average) we do a "scene". Sometimes we discuss a scene in advance, but other times I spontaneously "scene him" as a surprise. That is my exclusive prerogative. He does not get to "scene me" as a surprise.

Why this asymmetry? I've never really asked myself until just now. At one level it's fairly simple,


It's also very related to the difficult time I used to have with the notion of a man dominating me. I really needed to be in complete control for this to work. It's also about me not always being in the mood to be dominated (now), but him seemingly ALWAYS ready to have me dominate him. So the rule works for us. We have a general-purpose safeword he can use whenever he feels the need to get out of a scene, even right at the start of one of my spontaneous scenings, though he has never yet used it in all these years, so I guess he likes it (or is afraid I'll stop!).

For these spontaneous scenes, it is always the "strict wife / naughty husband" roleplay. I usually pick up on something that is a tiny bit annoying, but not so important that I want to have a real adult discussion with him about it. Staring at a girl's ass or boobs in the street. Leaving the kitchen a mess. Neglecting a chore. That sort of thing. Also, it's cool that he masturbates to online porn, and I usually can guess when he's at it in his upstairs study, so if I "catch him" red-handed, that's a great scene reason. He once zoomed past a rest stop on the highway that I really needed, and boy did he get epicly scened for that (husband diapered in front of sister)! So sometimes I do use it to cope with things that truly annoy me, like the time I retroactively punished him for continuing to visit massage parlours after we were married by taking him to one, having him well-teased, then spanking him in front of the girl and taking him home hard (Very Public Massage Parlour Spanking!).

And yes, we do involve other women in our scening. I actually found it very empowering to demonstrate my dominance in front of other women, and for him it was, like, an ultimate fantasy come true. So it was a good match.

One of our early co-conspirators was my older sister Sue.


I knew Sue was a bit kinky herself (she worked as a fetish model in SF for a time), and we shared everything with one another, and this was just killing me not to share, so I did. For a time, I teased david about having my sister see him spanked. He was very excited about that (it was the closest to a threesome with my former model sister he would ever get!). She actually broached it with me to come watch and participate (I had been hinting). She was just so totally cool with it that it was very easy for me to spank him in front of her that first time, and to have her spank him.

That first time with Sue was so memorable. For her arrival, I had him dressed in panties and a bra! He was sooo embarrassed to be seen like that, but it was either that or calling it off, so he obeyed. Sue teased him mercilessly over that! I spanked him first over his panties, but Sue asked if he was going to be allowed to keep them up, and so they came down. I pulled them back up before standing him up and putting him over my sister's knee. She asked him if she should lower his panties as I had done, and he said "yes ma'am" to her. Naughty boy! After a good spanking across her knee we ended with a panties off diaper-position spanking on the floor where we could both clearly see all his charms! (see Husband Spanked by my Sister!). How humiliating!

It's so much fun being able to share this thing with my sister, and it emboldened me to do it with other women as well, so david has been spanked in front of many women by now! I confess that I don't understand wives who so vehemently reject this sort of play, as it is highly empowering and the absolute opposite of his "stepping out". He's being shown who's boss in front of other girls!

So I became very comfortable with spanking and related play (such as cross-dressing him, and using a strap-on dildo on him). And the more I did it, the more empowering for me it was.

In fact, somewhere along the way I lost my fear of being dominated. Initially I thought I was ok just with a woman dominating me. After a strange series of events, it wound up by my having a female friend I had the hots for give me a "real" paddling with a paddle a blog fan made for me (a long story - see Julie in for a Severe Paddling!). I had my friend take "before and after" photos of me...


That was the first time I was spanked without me being fully "in control", and I found it incredibly sexy. As you can tell from the "after" photo, It hurt like fucking hell, but I submitted completely to a full paddling: three sets of 24 across her knee, a final set of 24 on my back with my legs held high and back (BLUSH!). I felt so sexy and submissive right then!

Tracy suggested that her husband John ought to see me being spanked next time. Rather than being panicked by that thought, I actually found it also incredibly sexy. So I had a follow-up where I got a belt whipping in front of him. Before the whipping, Tracy took me shopping for a belt, and while there she bought me a onesy 'cause she thought it was cute on me. So this is how I had to present myself to her husband!!! (blush, blush, blush!)


There was a bit on interaction with her hubby, and it really excited me. (Julie's Belt Licking!)

So we set up another get together where I would receive my spanking from him, maybe followed by a... a... fucking...

We set it up as a "schoolgirl" roleplay, with Tracy and John as my Mommy and my Daddy (I have a "Daddy thing"). This was my outfit.


Cute!

Tracy wanted to take a few pics of me "before", and this is one of the pics she took while her husband John watched!


During the scene, I got an over-the-knee hand spanking from him. A real one! Ouch! Loved it! And then another world-class paddling from her! This is me after my hand spanking from Daddy, waiting with my panties down for my paddling from Mommy.



And then this is me after my paddling!!!


There was still a question at that point if I would allow John to fuck me, but I was such a horny little slut that I really needed it just then, so I suggested it as additional "punishment" from Daddy.

Tracy wasn't going to give me to her husband just like that, so she first gave me a belt licking, including playing the tip of the belt across my pussy, and even whipping my pussy lightly while he watched!

After the spankings I was stripped bare naked, put on my knees and made to give deep oral to him. After that I was stood up, bent over, and fucked by him, hard and long, including a full sperming into my pussy. All that time his wife watched and cheered him on. (Schoolgirl Punishment)

This was all done with my husband's full support and encouragement (though he was not there). I rewarded him by serving him up Tracy for his full pleasure!

The whole episode with Tracy's husband made me realize I no longer was afraid of being dominated by a guy. Since then, I have had my husband dominate me very thoroughly (more thoroughly than Tracy's husband ever dreamed of!) and have been very turned on by it. Odd that it had to happen from a virtual stranger before my own husband. In my mind, I thought I would panic, and did not want to feel that way with my husband. As it turned out, I didn't!

One of my more memorable spankings from my husband was doled out in front of my whole family! I arranged it all, of course, but wound up getting more than the one swat I bargained for, and instead got a full SIX SWATS while EVERYBODY watched! (Julie Spanked in front of Family!)

We played it off as a lark, fun "retribution" for me smacking him in front of them all. In fact, it was my Dad responsible for "commuting" my sentence from one retaliatory smack to six! David asked if I would behave from now on and I told him "No!", so even more blushy he bundled me into my coat and took me right home for a further "discussion", as he called it. Everybody there knew I would be a happily spanked wife that night. I still can't believe we did that!

So, as you can see, we get up to quite a lot of mischief. By now, I'm as comfortable and find it as sexy to spank or be spanked.

Well, I hope that catches you up a bit. There's a lot more I skipped, but you can find it all somewhere in my blog. I hope you enjoyed my little trip through memory lane!

As you'll recall, my pen-pal darryl and I have been collaborating on a work of fiction. We are pleased to announce a new chapter for your reading enjoyment!

The story is called "The Bargain", and was first presented in Fiction: The Bargain. Since then, we also published The Bargain (Chapter 2), and now The Bargain (Chapter 3). You can access an index of all my fictional works and co-productions at the page Fiction with Julie, perma-linked top right in the blog sidebar.

The story The Bargain is about a young college-aged boy who received the strap across his palms from his young and pretty French Professor at the strict Christian college he attended with his sister. For this boy, a strapping at school means a humiliating bare bottom paddling at home for this much too old boy. However, his naughty younger sister and her two girlfriends conspired to get the boy into even deeper trouble, and conspired to be there when his punishment was doled out by his angry Mother. The three wicked girls then blackmailed the boy into submitting to them for fear of the entire school finding out about his embarrassing spankings at home. One of these girls, the boy had a major crush on!

In this latest episode, it is the next day at school where things go from bad to worse for our young male protagonist. After school his sister deals with him again, but then winds up being quite surprisingly tender with him at the end. I hope you enjoy it!