It's white and fluffy here!


I got up and out of bed bright and early, and pulled on some work clothes to go outside and start shoveling some snow. On the way I shook david who was still in bed and told him to get his butt moving, that there's snow to shovel! Yay!

So I got out there and started in.


After a few minutes, david came out as well and started chipping in (well, actually, doing the lion's share to be honest, and certainly all the heavy lifting left by the city snowplows).


I went back inside to get showered and made up and dressed for work, and to fix us some breakfast. I was just finishing up in the bedroom when david walked in. He was a bit of a hot sweaty mess, his hair all askew with "hat-head". By contrast, I was all dressed up and made up and ready for work.


david looks at me with his big eyes. He is sexually excited by the situation! He says, "you look ready to give a naughty employee a good spanking..."

I smile at him. "Take your pants down," I tell him. He drops his jeans. "Lie down," I tell him. He lies face down on the bed, his legs and feet off the side. I reach for the waistband of his undies and pull them down, baring his bottom. I use my hand, I give him a smack. His bottom is very cold! I lean in, with one knee on the bed beside him, pushing down on the back of his neck with my left hand. I continue spanking his bottom with my right hand. He ouches and squirms as I heat up his ice cold bottom with a strict hand spanking.

"There," I said, leaving him on the bed. "Breakfast in ten minutes, get going."

"Yes Ma'am!" he says.

Life as usual in our spanking household!

I've written previously about our favourite Pro Domme in Toronto, Mistress Violet Mays.


You can contact her at mistressvioletmays.com or at any time from the sidebar of my blog. If you do contact her, please don't waste her time. Book a session!

My husband and I have played with her on multiple occasions. I also have allowed my husband to visit her "solo" from time to time. I know, crazy right? But I figure he should experience other dominant women one-on-one as it's a different vibe, and come back and tell me about it, which turns me on immensely. I trust Violet totally, and she always sends him back home hard and ready for me with a good tale (and a red blistered tail-end). She never lets the poor boy cum. She sends him home for me to take care of that (or not, as I see fit).

But I like going also, to play and learn, so about three weeks ago we setup a three-way scene with a fun girls-on-top roleplay script. Unfortunately, with less than a week's warning, my husband was called away for a business trip (it was important, he needed to go). We were disappointed that it looked like we had to cancel. But it was david who suggested, half jokingly, why don't I keep our appointment? Guess what? That's what I did!

Coincidentally, just before that happened a reader left a blog comment as follows.


I immediately corresponded with Violet,

Hi Violet!

A blog commenter going by the name “Chris” left a comment saying he was seeing you this Friday? He asked if you could possibly give him a spank with my name on it. As in “this one is from Julie!”. In fact, if it fits, why not bend him over, get a cane out, swish it menacingly through the air, and say “these next six are from Julie” and really let him have it! Ha ha!

So, two fun intersecting Violet sessions, chris' and my own. Both sessions took place, and I've already written up mine (ran right home and wrote it all up when it was fresh in my mind!), but I'll publish chris' session first, as it happened first, and there are lots of photos from chris' session that show Violet's studio in the background, which will set the scene for my session later.

Violet tweeted in anticipation of chris' visit...


The next thing I heard was from chris, as follows.

Hello Julie,

As promised I wanted to let you know how things went with Miss Violet earlier today. To say that I was pleased, satisfied, impressed? All of those things and so much more. Beautiful, kind, cruel, and creative operating in a clean stylish location.

Miss Violet took the scenario I had presented (I don't want to take up too much of your time as I'm sure you get lots of e-mails but will elaborate if you wish) and ran with it, everything I could have wanted/asked for and more.

There was an intended break in the story line and it was at this point your instructions were followed. I can't thank you enough for playing along, it really added another dimension to what was already a fabulous day. My first caning!!! and delivered by you via proxy, I hope you enjoy the pictures, I hope they amuse you, I would be flattered and humblered (pun intended) should you care to use them. After each stroke, five in total I has required to say "thank you miss Julie" I did and I do. They were progressively harder, five of the best, my poor little ass is still on fire.

When you described how David got pounded by "Kimberly" I dreamt of getting the same treatment. Strapped down and helpless, Miss Violet (using an appropriate sized cock, I am very tight) and pardon the language... fucked the living shit out of me. I must have been moaning like a little bitch because she just kept going and going and going until she dropped her load in my little ass.

Thank you so much,
kindly, humbly

Chris

Five cane strokes??? I asked for six! I couldn't imagine Violet doing just five. All became clear when the photos arrived directly from Violet.


I don't know about you, and I can't imagine poor chris' mental state, but those sure look like SIX to me! I was also surprised and delighted to see chris fully "locked up". It was part of the scene as I shall describe shortly.

Here is another angle on chris' caned bum.


This above angle is never flattering to a bum, making them look rather big! In fact, chris has a very smooth pretty little bum...


Finally, here is a wider-angle view:


This photo also shows part of Violet's studio and equipment. See the little cage back there? How would you like to be locked up into that, subbies??? Huh? And do you see the paddles hanging from the wall just to his right? When it was my turn, I had to crawl over there and pick one to be used on my bare bottom. There were no good choices! But that's for the next blog entry.

After getting these pics, I decided we needed a blog entry (this one), and so I went about collecting the backstory, the scene, and how it actually played out based on emails and recollections from both chris and Violet. (Violet's were more reliable, for obvious reasons, chris' emanating from an endorphin-stoked sexual haze).

When chris first contacted Violet, he filled in the quite extensive contact form on her website. This is what he left in the "what kind of session are you interested in" box:

Job interview. Times are tough. I am way over qualified but vulnerable. I will be forced to strip for you... you make it clear that that is part of the job. Part of my job will be to service new clients, whether naked serving drinks or just being on display.

"Thank you for your quick response. I hope you enjoy your vacation and that your spanking arm will be well rested. I found you through the "Strict Julie Spanks" blog, she really rocks my world so I would be most pleased to wait until you return. Verbal humiliation, calling me your bitch and your little slut, using me orally and anally with a strapon, I would like these incorporated in our session. Other than that I am more than happy to let you lead the way."

Awwww! I rock his world! Cute!

"We have left any scenario rather vague at this point, ie job interview. I am perfectly happy to leave this in your hands, the unknown is always more exciting. If you would incorporate any of the following: OTK, bare hand, paddle, hair brush, CBT including spanking, chastity. As part of the interview you make it clear that your company (all female run and staffed) has been advised by the Ministry of Labour that you must hire a male. If hired I will be the office bitch. Casual Friday's for the staff and CFNM for me. What will I be forced to do?"

Ah ha! The plot is thickening as chris' fantasy starts becoming more fleshed out. I wonder if he is masturbating to it at all? It brings to mind Underling's wonderful illustrations of his imaginary company OSIRIS from his blog. Underling's Humblings. Thinking of...



But chris now reveals a twist!

"Half way through my interview you will inform me that this has all been a scam!! While my hands are tied behind my back... You say that you float this great job offer to find males that you will turn over and train... to sell... to dominant women. In my case someone who wants to punish a German man. Jewish, British, American or Chinese girls especially want to abuse me. I will be sent naked and stripped to a retraining center... I haven't done anything wrong... but you're going to make me your little bitch!!!"

How fertile is the subbie's sexual imagination!?!

Being a first-timer with Mistress Violet, chris needed to do his identity and reference checks and place a deposit. Fellows, please! Do not balk at this. Violet is utterly professional and any personal information is completely safe with her. You should think of your provider's safety first and happily comply, as did chris.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me, I'm glad that my references panned out. Since we have a job interview scenario to start with perhaps you could incorporate that. Innocent lingering touches as we meet and you guide me to my seat. Perhaps a guiding touch on my bottom (even a mild squeeze/pinch) just to let me know who's in charge? You're checking my references, sitting beside me, running your hands over my thighs (they are great) over my crotch (accidentally of course). Again as part of the interview you could make this as embarrassing/humiliating as you like."

chris is a very hopeful little boy, is he not? To hope for such loving attention from Mistress Violet.

I have left a lot of meat on the bone for our first (and I hope of many) encounters. Don't be shy about expanding on my parameters, whether that means a humbler, bondage (yes please) spitting and/or pissing on me or any number of things I haven't even heard of...

Thanking you in advance

your little bitch (call me that)
chris

May I call you that as well, chris? "my little bitch?", or are you now only Violet's little bitch? Ha ha!

But chris better watch what he asks for when he asks for "any number of things he hasn't even heard of". Besides her "softer side" that my husband and I have come to enjoy, she does have quite an edge as well, as indicated by some of her recent tweets!


She would not, of course, do that on a "first date", but just be a bit humble there, chris!


Don't get too worried though. Violet is every bit at home in a more domestic style D/s scene. All's I'm saying is that as kinky as you think you are, she's kinkier!

Chris then wrote me a more detailed account of his entire session. I forwarded it to Violet and am including her corrections as well in the below, still keeping it in chris' voice.

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Miss Violet buzzed me in. I walked up the stairs, anticipation building... fear... I knocked on the door.

Stunning beautiful commanding Mistress Violet greeted me. I was stiffening from the word GO. We exchanged pleasantries. I was already dizzy. The walk from the subway was a little farther than anticipated, the only thing worse than being early is being late. She invited me in.

We sat at the kitchen counter for at least fifteen minutes. I was offered a glass of water (I drank two glasses), and we discussed the scene at length. We also went over my boundaries, my desires, the script, safewords, my previous experiences with Pro Dommes, and a bit about my personal life - just the regular but important stuff as this was our first time meeting.

I then went to the bathroom to freshen up and came out fully clothed for the interview roleplay. The scenario was that I was applying at a Women-lead company (the Ministry of Labour insisting that a male be hired). Mistress Violet led me over to the desk, guiding me into her office, her hands running over me... my butt... my face... my crotch. She peppered me with questions as she asserted her sexual superiority over me.

Eventually she came to the "physical examination" part of the interview for which she told me to strip naked. She placed a "Bitch" collar placed around my neck and cuffs around my wrists. She handcuffed me to the table...bent over. She then placed my (almost too shy to say) my "package" into a "Humbler".


It's impossible to say what I was abused with... riding crop I think... I had been gagged.. spit upon... begging for mercy, Violet just took me...

At one point she leaned in and asked me if I knew what the safe word is. “Yes Mistress” I replied. “Can I hear it?” She asked me. “Red” I replied. “Good” she said.

To my surprise and horror the riding crop wasn't used on my butt not even on my balls but on my poor defenceless cock, she is all purple and bruised. I was gagged and this was right at the start of the session so certainly wasn't going to give in so early. All of this I was assured was part of the interview process.

Job Interview: naked, handcuffed, humbled. The future of male employment...

I have very sensitive nipples and somewhat foolishly I had mentioned this up front, the touches, the pinches were driving me wild, I was moaning like a little bitch. Apparently not enough to satisfy Miss Violet because, yes you guessed it, the nipple clamps came out. I begged her not to but that only seemed to encourage her. The sensation, the pain the pleasure literally made me weak in the knees. I was swooning.

The humbler was removed for the next part of the interview.

Miss Violet then explained some off the duties I would have in the office: delivering the mail, photocopying, and getting the ladies coffee tea and the like; menial tasks that women should not be bothered with. Since I would be the only man in the office, and so that this wouldn't become a distraction, I was placed in chastity: locked up!


Mistress placed the key on a chain around her neck.


Just to make sure I knew my place, I was placed over her knee for a spanking. It started out almost gently with a few light smacks. Quite pleasant in fact. This wasn't to last. Apparently, my squirming was not appreciated and so the spanks got harder and faster, sometimes with both hands. Just when I thought it was over she would lay into me some more. My poor little bum!!!

Miss Violet stood me up and said I had done quite well and I had the job, Yahoo!!! I just had to meet the CEO. What the hell? What was going on? I had to place my hands on the table and wait. I could almost hear two sets of footsteps, I was half afraid and half delighted at the thought that Ms Julie was the CEO. That was just my fear taking over but not entirely.

This is where the break came in. Miss Violet explained to me that Miss Julie had sent instructions and a message to be delivered via a caning. I'd never had one before. To add to the humiliation, not sure if this was part of the instructions or not, but I was forced to hold a cock in place on the table and suck it in between strokes.



Every stroke needed to be followed by a "thank you miss Julie". Each stroke was progressively harder, liquid fire indeed. It was almost sensory overload, my ass on fire, my mouth full of cock, delighted that this was being inflicted on me by such a beautiful woman and at Miss Julie's instruction. Violet asked me how many I had taken, I was pretty sure it was four when she asked and I was to take five, the naughty girl as if she couldn't see the marks all red and sore.


I was finally allowed to stand up, I thought the job was mine...and then the penny dropped.

There was no job. Miss Violet was a recruiter for a sex slave ring and used the job as bait and I had fallen into her trap. She had done her research, no one would miss me, I would just disappear. I told her I had money and would pay her if she just let me go. She just laughed and said I didn't have that kind of money. She would begin my training and then send me off to a boot camp where I would be trained further in proper behavior.

I was guided over to the horsey, shackled by my wrists and ankles... totally helpless at this point and really already Miss Violet's bitch and would have done anything she said.

waiting for the cock...

She returned with a little blue strap-on (I had said previously that my fuck hole was really tight), and she sodomized me orally, slapping my face with it, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me to take all of it, gagging.

That wasn't enough. She went around back and I knew what was next, no point in struggling and I really wanted it. Lubed up, slowly but relentlessly penetrated, we got a little stuck part way in but Mistress wasn't going to let me get away with that.

Then she got going. She placed her hands on my hips and she began fucking me, slowly at first then harder and faster. All the time she told me that when I was sold I would be raped like this on a daily basis, this and so much more, whatever my new owner wanted. I could feel her body against mine her hair falling over me as she lay on top off me. I was her bitch and she owned me, she would not let up... I loved it!!!

after my fucking...

Finally I was let up, and the collar and the restraints removed. I asked Miss Violet if she would consider keeping me as her personal slave rather than selling me. She said she'd think about it but I had better perform better for her next time!

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So that was chris' encounter with the lovely Mistress Violet. Careful what you ask for, subbies!

Violet tweeted after chris' session,


and she received several replies to it...


Note that I had to modify chris' account slightly, as it seemed to be rather too informed by his imaginings and did not pay sufficient attention to the professionalism of the scene. As Violet put it during our email exchanges when I suggested we modify it accordingly based on some of her recollections, she replied,

Ok that sounds good - I would prefer something more realistic too, especially as it’s my profession he’s writing about lol. 

I’m sure that he is peeing his panties by the attention he is receiving from you Julie!

Are you chris? Are you peeing your panties from all this attention? Oh I hope so!

Stay tuned for my session with Violet next week!

Spanking and humiliation assisting with health and fat loss is something I have long experience with. I had to give my husband a very humiliating spanking and corner-time punishment this past weekend to keep him on the right path, so the topic is very fresh in my mind.

image by 'lill jo

I also know this is a topic that many of my readers are struggling with and interested in. My most frequent ask from e-subbies is to help them with their weight loss. This blog post will have a lot of sexy bits, will describe a very severe punishment for my husband from the weekend, and will also be educational regarding exactly what you should do if you are interested in losing fat (I say losing fat rather than losing weight, as we want to maintain and even gain muscle mass).

[N.B. I was going to post my solo experience with Violet this time, but because of what happened on the weekend I was inspired to post on this topic instead. Have no fear, my Violet episode was already fully written and edited while still fresh in my mind, so we can safely leave that for a bit and not lose any of the rawness of that experience.]

I believe that for a submissive with a dominant partner, that spanking and humiliation can be an important part of a successful fat loss and health program, but not the way most people imagine.

People imagine that the spanking is somehow "punishment", and because of the desire to avoid said "punishment", the submissive will work hard at their program. Nonsense! The submissive craves the spanking, how can it possibly work in that manner?

In our case, the fantasy of my husband having his wife strictly correct him to keep him on the straight and narrow is what he really craves. Therefore I play with this. I play the strict wife keeping him on track. For him, it makes the program fun and sexy and interesting and keeps him at it when the going gets tough. It also means there's a lot of wifely attention on his program, which will make it go better.

Some people, I'm sure, are motivated by not wanting a spanking. I was a case in point. This was before I really got into my subby side at all, and I believed I was 100% dominant. I remarked to David that I really needed to lose 5 pounds. He, being a good husband, was incredulous, and said how terrific I looked and there was no need. But the scale (and my hips) don't lie. I needed to lose 5 pounds.

He offered to help. He asked me about my goals, and I told him it was 1 pound per week for 5 weeks. He offered that if I fell short of my goal at the end of any given week, he would give me a spanking. He said it would be a real, hard, over-his-knee, bare bottom, hand spanking to tears, for as long and as hard as he decided. I really, really did not want this! But I agreed to the bargain, exactly because I did not want it. And guess what? I was so terrified of that spanking that I lost 2 pounds a week and exceeded my target in a shorter time! I think David was disappointed he did not get to give me that spanking!

Imagine had I not been so successful. I would have been spanked, for real, and I did not doubt it for a moment. It is something I absolutely did not want, but would have submitted to if I failed in my goals.

that could have been me!

Isn't that sexy as hell? Total consensual non-consent. Can you imagine a completely reluctant wife spanked against her will as if she was a misbehaving child from the 60's? This should not be sexy at all. This should be horrible! But the sex appeal to us spankos is unmistakable. We crave realness in our scenes, and the ultimate in realness is not wanting it in the least. Cruelly paradoxical!

The only reason this worked for me was because at the time I was completely not into being spanked. Motivating somebody who craves to be spanked is a totally different story. For this, a much subtler hand is needed.

Let me now explain my husband's situation. Since the time I have known him he has gone up and down in weight. When I first met him, he was thin and trim, weighing in at around a solid 190 pounds (he is over 6 feet tall). Gradually, with the pressures of work, a very poor diet, and no exercise; he put on weight, and at his peak was around 240 pounds. I, on the other hand, keep my weight very tightly within a fairly narrow band, eat well, and exercise a lot.

For me it is not at all about how he looks. I love him every bit as much at 190 or 240 pounds. And I find him every bit as sexy. The excess fat does not "turn me off" at all. I understand women are less visual that way, and I know that is true for me. It's not that I don't notice and admire a tight bod, but it's just that the visual stimuli is not directly connected to my sex drive the way it seems to be for many guys.

But at 240 pounds he is not healthy. He is sluggish, lacks energy, gets sick more, cannot keep up with me in any sort of physical activity (even climbing stairs at some attraction, for example), and seems a bit down and stressed all the time. Plus there are definite health issues associated with too much tummy fat, such a heart disease, high blood pressure, and cancer. It kills me to see him that big, therefore. I love him with all my might, and I want him to be around with me until a ripe old age!

Generally, despite any impression you may have gotten from my blog, he decides himself when it is time to lose weight. He generally diets until he gets back to sub-200, which takes around 6 months or so. At anything around 200, he gets a lot more energy and I have trouble keeping up with him in physical activities. He also looks really good.

Then, despite his good intentions, when he's off his diet he has no sense of the proper kind or amount of food, and gradually his weight creeps back up again. That takes about 2 years or so, and he's right back where he started.

Just before New Years, he was hitting it at just under 230 pounds, and he made a New Year's resolution to get back to under 200 before the summer. So he started in on a very serious diet and monitoring kick on January 1, and has been doing great so far. He asked if I could help him out in my "usual way", and I was only too happy to do so!

He's had a new trainer who comes by the house for about a year now. Initially when he started with her, he lost some good weight, and she was very pleased, even bragging about him to her other clients. Then we went on a vacation and he gained 5 pounds, and then it was summer and he kept putting on the pounds, much to her chagrin and embarrassment. Since New Year's she has been very happy to see his weight drop off, and helps me in monitoring his progress once a week. She always asks, "so how are you doing?" the first moment she's in the door, and it's understood that is not a general question, it is specific to his fat loss program.

We have had kinky trainers for david in the past, but this is not a kinky one. We tried a few hints here and there, but she's having none of it. She shuts us down very politely by just changing the topic, and focusing on the work. That has its advantages also!

David has the most success on a low carb diet. It used to be called "Atkins" back in the day, but is now called "Keto" (with a few differences that are really not that essential - they are both carb restricted). David did all the research on this and shared it with me, and the results speak for themselves.

The way it works is that you keep your "net carb" intake to about 50 grams per day. Net carbs are total carbs less the fiber, some of the sugar alcohol, and glycerine. Only the net carbs spike your insulin. The other carbs tend not to so much (though it's a bit complicated). But for david, 50g per day of net carbs keeps him in a state of mild ketosis, which is what we are after. The things he needs to avoid is any kind of bread, pasta, pastry, sugar, potatoes, and so on. Those are all simple carbs that rapidly turn into glucose and spike his insulin levels.

Fruits and vegetables need to be handled carefully, as they have carbs. Most vegetables, however, are high in fiber, which is not a net carb at all, and so is fine, especially green vegetables. Vegetables to avoid are ones you might think of as sweeter, such as carrots or beets. Fruits are, unfortunately, generally not great for keto: too much sugar. Berries are the best, especially blackberries and blueberries. It's ok to have a bit of fruit outside of this, but generally just a half an apple at most, or half an orange (just keep an eye on total net carbs for the day).

It takes him about three days of mild misery to get into a state of ketosis. Also know as "carb withdrawal". He gets hungry and headachy and gets a very dry mouth. After the first three days, these things all level out, and he instantly starts feeling better than he even did before. What happens during those three days is that his body basically adjusts to living off fats and proteins as opposed to sugars. There are actually changes in the mitochondria within the cells that adapt. The adaptation in the cells makes the body much more efficient at burning fat, including his own stored fat. As "ketone bodies" are a side effect of this type of metabolism, they appear in the urine and can be easily tested for using "Ketostix".


One thing I do for him in the morning is to make him urinate onto the end of the test strip. I make him sit back on the toilet, make him start to pee, and hold the test strip there. He is not allowed to pee in the morning until I can assist him with this, which sometimes gets me some amusing begging and pidgeon-toed knee knocking until I am ready for him. Of course he could do this for himself, but what's the fun in that?

I check that he turns the strip some colour. We aim for the "weak" or better "medium", which are the third and fourth squares from the bottom. The second is "trace", which is ok. The bottom one is zip, which is no good.

If he has ketones in his urine, it means his metabolism is burning fat, and there is not excess insulin running around in his system.

The marvelous thing about ketosis is that when he is in it, it is biochemically impossible for him to store fat. He can eat 10,000 calories (but no net carbs or you get knocked out of ketosis), and he will not gain even one ounce in fat, because without insulin there is no biochemical pathway for storing it.

In order to lose fat, however, he needs to keep his caloric intake less than his caloric expenditure. He needs to be careful here, though, because if he lowers his caloric intake too much, his body goes into a kind of "starvation mode" which conserves calories by shutting down important mechanisms that keeps him healthy and energetic. If that happens, then he needs even fewer calories in order to burn fat, and his body then shuts down even more, in a vicious downward spiral that leads to an unhealthy "prisoner of war" kind of weight loss

The most David can reasonably lose, therefore, is about 1.5 pounds per week max. 1.5 pounds is a caloric deficit of about 5250 KCal per week, or 750 KCal per day. His sedentary weight maintenance calorie level is about 2550 KCal, so he is aiming for around 1800-2000 KCal per day to actually lose weight. So the rule of thumb is "keep it under 2000, buddy!". Your mileage will vary.

In addition to the daily morning pee test, he also steps on the Aria Fitbit scale which measures his weight and body fat and sends it up to the app. If I do not like what I see, either on the ketostix, or on his fat% or weight, he might get a scolding and a spanking on the spot. I am a strict marker, so he gets a lot of morning swats!


This sort of morning ritual, where I am paying attention to him and his program in a sexy way that turns him on is really powerful motivation for a submissive partner. I "roleplay" a strict wife upset with him for not making enough progress. He does not mind that I am always critical. He knows it is a game we play. Sometimes randomly in the middle of the day I'll praise him on his progress so that he gets some of that kind of encouragement as well.

In the past, I have extended this sort of play to other women as well. Once I hired him a regular fitness trainer who was an aspiring dominatrix on the side. Swear to God! I have many blog entries concerning her and the trainer after her, who was a young lady readily corrupted. I had 'lill jo illustrate some of the many scenes we had together.

For instance, this illustration below captured only the second meeting we had with the aspiring domme trainer (she and I had met, and planned it out in advance). Yup, he got spanked in the living room by his brand new trainer to set the tone! Ha ha! He had literally no idea. He thought she was a normal vanilla trainer (I told him so, in fact). This was after a week of recording food and exercise, and presenting her with a (frankly horrible) written report. She scolded him for his bad habits, made him drop his pants and shorts, took him over her knee, and gave him a very solid hand spanking as I looked on! He had no idea! (see Personal Trainer: getting interesting!)


Sometimes we did his "weigh-ins" together, and scolded and punished him together afterwards!


And she kept him hopping with some "creative" exercises, such as "pants-down plank".


Or stair runs where  he bends over for the whip at the bottom for his recovery time.


Or a switch across the backs of his legs when on a treadmill or elliptical. This trainer was particularly fond of stripping him to his panties for many exercise sessions (he was required to wear panties for every session).


Once even my kinky sister was present when he was made to exercise in his panties and a sheer baby-doll nightie, with OTK hairbrush spankings from his trainer between sets, fully witnessed by her and I!


And of course, if he is not putting in his "all" during his training sessions then we have to show him we are in this together...


We had and have lots of fun with his health and fitness, as you can see, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. It's a consistent problem for david, and I help him to make it sexy and fun, and am happy to do so. We put two things together in his mind: kinky embarrassing submission which he craves, and diet and fitness. Because he loves the one, the other comes along.

It's fun to involve other women in his shaming. Even fairly vanilla women can be brought a bit into the play. As in, "he's on a diet - he's not allowed it..." in front of another woman is mildly shaming. And if he complains? Well that's a sign, "do I need to give you a spanking?" ha ha ha.

But getting back to the issue at hand, let's see how my boy is doing this time round. First, here is his body-fat to-date:


You can see that he started out at a near obese 29.5% body fat on Jan 1, reached a low of 27% near the end of Jan, and bounced back a bit to 28%. We are aiming for about 18% body fat. His lean body mass is currently around 160 lbs. At 30% body fat he's 230, which is about where he started. At 18% body fat he's 195 pounds, which is his target assuming he does not lose any muscle, which is the goal during any type of weight loss: maintain muscle mass!

The way I maintain his muscle mass is to not starve him: 1800-2000 calories does that; to have him do exercise, especially weight bearing exercise which his trainer does with him; and to feed him a minimum of 100 grams of protein per day (1g per kilo of body weight) to rebuild those muscles.

Here is how the weight went:


He started out at nearly 230 pounds on Jan 1, and has dropped down to just over 215 pounds. You can see the big initial weight drop of just over 5 lbs is water weight as his body acclimatizes to the ketogenic diet. After that we saw a steady steep decrease followed by a plateau at around the 218 lb level. The plateau is cool. His body fat percentage kept dropping during that plateau, so I knew his weight would catch up (likely water retention or such). Ignoring the initial 6 lb drop, he went from 224 to 216 in 5 weeks, or about 1.6 pounds per week, which is right on track!

When he's dieting, he uses an app to track all of his food choices. He uses MyNetDiary. He absolutely must do this religiously!

If we look at his caloric composition, averaged over the past 7 days, we get a sense of what he is eating.


The bar on the left is his target. The second bar from the left is his daily average for the past 7 days of recording. The other bars break it down by breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks.

We can see by comparing target to average that he's eating a bit less than the target, which is good, but please not too much less or, you know, starvation. His net carb target is 50g, but he's coming in at around 60g. Actually, for the first 5 days of the week he was tracking well, less than 50g, but for the last couple, which we shall get to shortly, he was hitting 100g, which is a GIANT NO NO! That's why his average was 60g. His protein intake is right on target at just over 100g. The rest are fats and alcohol.

Now let's get to his caloric intake history since Jan 1.

• The green level (< 2000) is where we are aiming. Any time there is only green it is good, but not less than 1500! He has had 18 days out of the 33 so far in the green, so over half.
• If the green has some yellow on top it means he's still losing, just not as fast as we want. There's another 11 days like that. So together that's 29/33 days where he's losing. That, along with the 50g or less net carbs, is why he's doing so well on dropping body fat.
• When there's also some red, it means he's not losing at all (but not gaining either, because of his being in ketosis). There's only been 3/33 days like that (likely 4 if you count the missing day - which was a bad one!)

If we look at the last full week he had a great run, every day between 1500-1800 (I would actually prefer he eat a bit more, but that's ok). However, the last two full days! YIKES! Not only were his calories high, but even more damaging, his net carbs (not shown) were 100g on both those days!!! That's a complete destruction of his diet. He risks going out of ketosis, losing his ability to efficiently burn his own fat (which got him such great progress to date) and actually gaining fat!

The first day, whatever. Get back on the horse and keep riding. One day over 50g won't knock him out of ketosis. But after knowing he had such a shit poor day, doing it again????? No self-control, that boy, and he knew it, and felt really bad about it. He wanted and needed me to correct him for it.

The first bad day was a Friday. We were out for dinner with another couple and he got carried away. After that, on Saturday morning we drove up North to the cabin for some cross-country skiing. We got two good days in, Saturday and Sunday (which helps to mitigate his dietary mess, somewhat).

[N.B. In general, I don't anymore net out his exercise calories with his eating calories, as his fat loss seems to be much more correlated with his eating calories only, regardless of the amount of exercise he does. This is not to say that exercise is not critical. It is. It helps keep muscle mass, and it helps keep the metabolism running hot all day long to burn more fat.]

It so happened that we were in a hardware store buying some weather-stripping on the Saturday to stop a draft in the cabin. Coincidentally, while in that store, we noticed some "Souvenir of Muskoka" hardwood paddles!


Amazing as I had broken our old one on his ass about a year ago and hadn't found a good replacement of the like since. So we bought one, together with the weather-stripping. The checkout lady was an older, grey-haried woman who was humming a little song to herself as we went up. I thought I'd play a bit. I said, "the paddle I'm using on him". David visibly blushed and the lady smiled and said "oh, well, my, my." She knew I was serious. But at this stage it was not yet a spanking for two bad days, as one of those days was the Saturday in question.

We had a neighbor over at the cabin on Saturday evening, and that is day 2, when David over-indulged again. He had not realized quite how badly he had screwed up until Sunday morning after we returned from our early morning ski, when he retroactively logged his food and beverage choices for the previous evening.

He came up to me with his app and said, "I was bad..." We looked at it together, and I agreed.

"Do you need to be punished?" I asked him.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

I told him to wait while I set things up, and to come when called.

I went up to the TV room couch, and laid out some things on a little coffee table in front of the couch. I placed it near the left end of the couch, where he would be able to see the coffee table as he was spanked. After I laid it all out, I took a picture for you guys:


As you can see, there is his app with the two horrendous days clearly visible. There also was the new hardwood paddle, and his belt. He'd be getting a hand spanking first, and then the paddle, and then the belt, with some embarrassing corner-time in between.

I had him remove his socks, pants, underwear, and outer shirt, allowing him to keep his red sports shirt on. His penis was a little hard. I sat in the middle of the couch with a pillow behind me. I had him drape himself over my lap and told him to look at the coffee table as he was being spanked, and think about what he did wrong, and what he still has coming.

I started in with his hand spanking while scolding him the entire time. I wanted to warm up his butt for what was coming next, and for his corner time. I then asked him to hand me the paddle. He reached over and handed it to me. I rubbed the cold hard wood on his ass. I told him that he would be doing his corner time before his paddling and belting, but I wanted him to know what to look forward to, so I was giving him 10 good ones with the paddle first, and then he'd get another 100 after corner time followed by 50 strict licks of the belt. Then I lifted the paddle and cracked it down full force on his ass,10 times total. He howled like a baby - that paddle is very effective!

I then hustled him into the corner. I made him put his hands behind his back, lifting his shirt, and his nose right in the corner touching both walls. There is a little box thing (like heating ducts or something?) at his feet, so he had to stand further away and sort of arch into the wall, sticking his butt out. I told him to put his cock and balls behind his legs, to humble him. I told him to pidgeon-toe his feet to conform to the countours of the floor. He looked ridiculous. For good measure, I made him hold the paddle between his cheeks, the handle end resting on his balls. I told him 30 minutes (that's quite a long corner time, especially in so uncomfortable a position!). He groaned. I felt like changing it to an hour because of his groan, but chose to be merciful instead.

I left the room, but came back every few minutes to be sure he did not move. On one of my trips back I got the evil idea to take a photo of him standing there like that. With his nose so buried in the corner, he would not see me do it at all, and I would make sure the phone made no flash or noise as it took the photo.

After I got home, I cropped and blurred the photo, and decided it could be posted without fear of anybody identifying him. Also, in the off chance that he is a secret blog reader, he can consider it as added punishment that his ridiculous corner time is now made public. So without further ado, blog world, please meet my slightly overweight husband david!


Oh Ha ha ha ha ha! Can you even imagine having a wife who makes you stand like that for 30 full minutes, cock and balls out, red ass showing, holding the paddle you're about to be severely beaten with between your ass cheeks like that? And then to take a photo of it, and publish it? Even his penis and testicles humbled and on full public display, fully photographed. Look how absolutely pathetic a grown man can be. I ought to feel bad for publishing it. I absolutely don't. All you male blog readers, I want you to imagine yourselves like that, put there by me, knowing that when your corner time is up you'll be paddled with that thing between your cheeks 100 times, and then belt whipped 50 times. You will stay on your diet after that!

Imagine if the neighbor from last night knocked on the door when he was like that. Would I release him, or keep him there and let them come in? To me, this would be a sign from above. If he was so unlucky as to have unexpected visitors for the relatively brief time he was being punished in the corner, it would be serendipitous and he would deserve what he got. I would explain that he is being punished for being badly off his diet for two days in a row. Imagine how much he would blush as our neighbour and I discussed his misbehaviour and its consequences. His cornertime might be elongated while I make us some tea. They would of course be invited to stay and witness his spanking.

Lucky for him, no such neighbours showed up during corner time. When his time was up I went to get him. I went up behind him and put his testicles in my hand and squeezed as I took the paddle.  I made sure my nails dug in as I squeezed his balls. He cried out softly in pain. "Get over here," I told him. I pulled him away from the wall by his balls, turned him, and walked him to the sofa, sat down, and pulled him over my knee, entirely by his balls. I told him he better hide those things away unless he wanted them smacked, and he very quickly did do!

I rubbed the paddle across his cheeks as a tease, and then started in on his punishment paddling. Each time I did another ten I announced where I was. He was really in pain, and he was getting very red! He was really in distress as I hit the 70s, 80s, and 90s. The last ten were the hardest of them all. I put the paddle down and soothed his angry looking cheeks with my soft cool hand.

"Do you think you deserve the belt as well?" I asked him.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said resignedly. I would have stopped had he done otherwise.

We both stood, and I arranged three cushions for him to lie on in the middle of the three-seater couch. and then made him drape himself over them, ass high. I picked up the belt, doubled it, and gave it a snap.


His right hip was touching the backrest of the sofa, so it was not possible to wrap-around onto his delicate hip skin, which is a blessing. I think this is the first time I've used this exact position for a belting, and hence realized that it had this benefit.

I whipped the belt down hard across his mid ass-cheeks. He screeched. "Which one's worse, the paddle or the belt," I asked. "The belt!" he immediately said. Excellent, made me feel better about the 49 additional licks he had coming, and more determined than ever to not hold back. I fully intended to sizzle his ass so thoroughly that he would have trouble sitting for the next two days: long enough to get himself back on track with his diet!

The next 49 licks were an absolute marathon ordeal for him. About half way through the begging started. He started begging me for forgiveness, and promising he would not have a bad day ever, ever again. Promises, promises. 50 hard licks is what I promised, and 50 blistering, weal-raising licks is what he got.

After his last lick I put the belt down and comforted him with a "there, there, it's all over now, baby." All he could do is thank me over and over again.

I gave him a bit of alone time to recover and get dressed, but then we had to pack to go home. I noticed him walking a bit funny. As we were driving home in the car, I teased him by asking how his bum felt every now and then. "Still sore!" he replied happily. "Good!" I said.


So, you can see that our playing is a bit of fun mixed with a bit of real contrition - more about self-discipline with an external assist rather than externally imposed discipline. But most of it is more about just having this as an excuse for some kinky fun. By associating the fun thing with the not so fun thing (for him at least: the dieting and exercise), it makes the not so much fun thing way more fun. It's also about giving him more than usual shame-oriented female attention around his program. Most men who diet with the appearance that their wives are in charge look very pussy whipped indeed!

When david next sees his trainer, she will for sure notice and ask about the double-spike days. David will have to admit his screw-up, and she will look sooooo disappointed with him. I will ensure that david tells her that "Julie blistered my butt for that already - I mean literally blistered my butt - I was, like, sore for two days." She will smile a little and change the topic.

Soooo... as I teased in my previous post, A Visit with Violet, I got a bit of my femsub on with Mistress Violet the other day. Happened sort of by accident, and was amazing!


To recap, David and I had not seen Mistress Violet together for quite some time, so we set up a three-way in advance with a fun girls-on-top roleplay script. With a week's warning, my husband was called away for a business trip that day (it was important, he needed to go). We were disappointed that we had to cancel. But it was david who suggested, why don't I keep our appointment myself? So I did!

I let Violet know in advance. She asked about the scene I had in mind, and I told her I would leave it entirely in her hands. We had played before with her on top of me during our three way scenes, so she knew a bit about the sorts of things I was up for. But it was still very exciting for me, the anticipation, not knowing at all exactly what to expect.

I arrived right on time at her elegantly appointed studio. I felt like such a guy! Paying for her time like this... but Violet is very special (as I was to find out even more so during our session).

We had a little cocktail to start at the kitchen island, and we caught up a bit. We both laughed about her seeing both david and me separately and together. We reconfirmed our safe words and a little about the general types of activities she had in mind (without going into detail). It was all fine. Luscious in fact. Was making me wet talking about it. She was dressed very sexily in elegant black short shorts, a black top, and showing lots of leg and some cleavage. She had her make-up on exquisitely and smelled divine. She's really a very beautiful and sexy woman. As we talked, she sat close to me and teased me with her sex-appeal. I do like girls that way, but don't often take the opportunity... It was fun to have a sexy girl "come on to me" so openly.

When it was "go time" we walked over to the more living room part of the studio with the big black couch and the area rug. She sat on the couch and told me to stand in front of her and to take off my clothes. All of them. As I took off each piece she took it from me and threw it randomly on the floor. This confused me a lot. When she had made my husband strip in the past, she had insisted he fold and pile his clothes neatly. When all my clothes were off, and they were strewn around all at my feet and beyond, I felt very naked standing there.


She then stood up and faced me. Without my heels, and with hers on, she was much taller than me. Also, without my clothes, and she with hers, I felt smaller still.

"This is called CFNF 'clothed female / naked female'," she said. yes... gulp...

She told me to open my mouth and to lean my head back. She stood over me and spat into my mouth!!!! How humiliating... But it made my low tummy churn in that butterflyey way. She was asserting her dominance over me and I was melting into it.

What were my feelings then? My first impression, a split second before she did it when I saw what she was going to do, and then as she did it, was "yuck, disgusting".  But then as I felt her warm spit mixing with mine in my still open mouth, I felt so totally owned in a way I rarely have felt before. Owned and then sexually excited. Despite my disgust, my pussy still tingled! Bad pussy!

She went back to sit on the couch. "Clean up these clothes!" she said strictly. "They're a mess. Fold them neatly and put them on that chair." I had to go scampering, fully naked, mind you, to collect up all my clothes she had strewn around the room. I felt like her maltreated servant. So unfair. But I found myself falling more and more under her dominant spell.

She then stood up again and made me turn to face away from the couch. She told me to clasp my hands behind my back. I did so and my breasts jutted out. She began fondling them. She went to my nipples and pinched and twisted them. "A little sensitive?" she asked, as she saw my reaction. I nodded yes. I thought she would back off a bit. She leaned in and bit one nipple. Not gently! Ouch!!!! She pulled away and laughed at me. She told me to hold still. She moved to the other nipple with her mouth. I knew what was coming. I was afraid of it, but I knew I could not stop it. Ouch!!!! Again! Ouch! She did not "back off", she saw my vulnerability and used it. I was so... HERS.

She turned away and fetched something. Coming back, it was a pair of nipple clamps attached together. Sort of like these,


Oh no. I had never had anything clamped on my nipples before. They could not possibly be worse than the bite, though...

Violet put one on. Ouch! Ow ow ow. And then the other. Ouch! Ow ow ow. The pain settled down fairly quickly, though, into a dull, sexy throbbing. She then took the chain and made me hold it between my teeth. This made my head bow and pulled up on my nipples at the same time.


An effective way to make a girl bow her head. I felt she had taken a page out of the Roman slave market or something. I flashed to being presented like that to a crowd of eager buyers. Breasts artificially "perky", head submissively bowed. Pussy starting to drip...

Also, as a consequence, I found myself now looking down at my pussy, which is exactly what she wanted. She got out a length of rope and proceeded to tie my pussy up.

She put the rope around my waist and then down between my legs and then back up again. She adjusted the rope and tightened it to cut into my bum crack on my bottom hole and to cut through my pussy lips and clit, sort of like this...


Oh my God! It was tight. If I wiggled, I could feel it rubbing me...

She told me to drop the chain from between my teeth and to put my hands on my head. She grabbed a hold of the chain, and with an evil grin starting slowly pulling on the clamp attached to my left nipple. She pulled gently and my nipple stretched, then all of a sudden she yanked it off! OUCH! She then repeated the treatment on my right nipple. OUCH! It really hurts as the blood flows back in!!! She then took the end of the rope and continued tying me up around the tops and bottoms of my tits and crisscrossing to back around my neck. A bit like this,


She gave my breasts a little shake.

Next she went away and came back again. She told me to kneel on the ground. She produced a ball gag...


She came towards me with it held out in front of her. She told me to open my mouth, and she took the opportunity to spit into it again. I was more ready this time and absorbed her spit into me greedily. Then she fastened the ball gag into my mouth, tightening it securely around the back of my neck.

I was completely bound, breasts and pussy, and ball gagged by Mistress at this point. There's something about being bound and gagged, completely nude, in front of a dominant clothed woman. Made me feel extremely vulnerable. (#bondage -- I'll hashtag everything she did in her tweet about me! tee hee)

She directed me over to the St. Andrew's cross (#standrewscross)


She made me face it, leaning into it, and then fastened my wrists and my ankles using leather restraints chained to the four corners. It took a bit of time as the chains jingled and jangled and I could feel her fastening me. I looked over at her and she was very "businesslike" and practiced, as if she'd done this hundreds of times, and she also had a little smile on her face, clearly enjoying it. As my hands reached up, the rope which was around the back of my neck tightened which pulled on my breasts and my pussy. The cross was also on a bit of a slope, so to prevent losing my balance completely, the only counterweight was my bottom, which needed to jutt out a little, which also tightened the rope on my pussy and bottom hole and tits!

Violet came close to me and reminded me that my safeword was "red", but that because I had the ball gag in my mouth, for now I could just shake my head vigorously back and forth instead. She told me to practice doing that, now. I did so. She praised me. She asked if I understood? I nodded my head up and down.

Next , she picked up a whip. It was long and skinny, like this. Totally scary! (#bullwhip)


She stood back. Way back. And she whipped me on my shoulder blades. I was scared, but the first blow was not vicious. It was sensuous. She continued with my whipping. She whipped all up and down my back, and also concentrated on my bottom. She wrapped the whip around to the sides of my breasts. She whipped up into my thighs and pussy...

My hands were gripping the chains attached between the cross and my leather wrist restraints. My feet were spread. The whipping hurt, but it was so sensuous at the same time. My body writhed on the cross. I could feel myself gyrating at the hips, no doubt putting on a fine show (actually, if memory serves I believe she commented on it...). Of course, the writhing also pulled the rope tighter up into my split pussy lips and bottom hole and pulled on my bound breasts as well. If I turned my head, I could see Violet wielding the whip. Oh my gosh. So sexy! I could see her whipping it up, entirely free-hand and then sending it over to connect just at my body, just where she wanted it to go. As I jerked my head up, the ropes tightened. Oh my.

Violet once told me that she observes her bottoms closely. There are two important "levels". At one level there is pain mixed with pleasure and the bottom is moving their body into the blows. At the other level the bottom is moving their body in such a way so as to run away from the blows. You need to be conscious of which one it is. It is ok to have some of each, but you must know the effect you're having and to mix the two appropriately. I was conscious of this lesson from her during my whipping. In my case, for this whipping, it was largely the first level. I found myself pushing into the whip strokes rather than running away from them, even though there was definitely a fair measure of pain involved. I'm sure my butt stuck out shamelessly, silently begging for my lashing to continue...


She put the whip away, picked up a leather paddle, and came up to me on my left side. I turned my head, my mouth still gagged. She showed me the paddle. She said it was made from the skin of a ray. One side was smooth and the other was rough. She let me feel that up against the side of my cheek. It sort of looked like this, although I did not get a close look.


She used it against my bottom. It was not a particularly fierce paddling, but it was again a mixture of sensuous pain and sensuous pleasure. I found myself writhing under her paddle, getting more and more excited the more she paddled me. She used the paddle on my thighs, between my thighs, and up against the lips of my pussy pushed out by the rope. Oh my!

After my paddling, Violet removed the restraints from around my ankles and my wrists. She took a pillow from the couch and tossed it onto the floor. She told me to kneel up on the pillow with my hands on my head. She took a seat in front of me. She leaned over into me and removed my ball gag. I could see deeply down her cleavage as she did so. I was also fixated on her red, red lips. As the gag come off, I slobbered all over the place. Blush!

She had on platform stiletto shoes, similar to this,


She pushed at my pussy with the sole and tip of her shoe. She raised her foot and pushed the rope deeper into my pussy with her stiletto heel. She kicked off one shoe and then the other. She had red painted toenails. She played her toes over my tummy and my pussy. She lifted her leg and played with my breasts with her bare feet. She moved her toes to my mouth and told me to kiss them. I eagerly complied and she praised me for my efforts. She made me suck especially on her big toe as she moaned in delight.

This foot worship thing is not something I do. Men should be worshiping our pretty feet! To require a woman to do that to another woman is... degrading. Utterly degrading. Utterly, pussy tingly, degrading.

She put her feet down and drew her fingernails over my body. I had not realized that she had such long and sharp fingernails. I don't know how I missed it. I looked down at them. She had on little metal claws on the ends of her fingers!


She used them all over me. My back, my belly, my breasts, my nipples. Even my pussy. Especially my pussy. She played with the folds of my pussy, moving the rope around, telling me to hold very still as she pricked at my clit. Oh no! Oh yes! Pain! Pleasure! Explosions of both. What had I gotten myself into?!?

She sat back. She told me to crawl over to the wall, and to pick one of the implements hanging there.


There was a collection of about a dozen different types of spanking paddles and straps, some leather, some wooden. I chose a wooden paddle with holes. I figured it would hurt the most. I wanted Mistress to hurt me!


By the time I got back with it, she had discretely removed her claws. They were gone as if by magic. She told me to hand her the paddle, to remain kneeling, and to bend onto the sofa with my hands in front of me on the sofa and my bottom up. I arched my bottom a little extra for her, which dug my rope into my pussy and bumcrack and tugged on my breasts. That rope was evil!

She stood above me to my left. I could turn my head on its side to see her there. She has trim and sexy legs, which I could see up to the bottom of her elegant black short shorts. She put a hand on my lower back, bending at the waist in a very sexy way. Then she swung the paddle into me. OUCH! It was hard. She did another. OUCH! And another OUCH! and another OUCH! By this time I was unconsciously writhing and twisting and running away from her paddle. She gave me another couple of paddle strokes that hurt a lot. She then said I had enough. Everything up to then had been much lighter. The wooden paddling was hard. This was the "running away" kind of impact play, not the "push into it" kind. But I guess I had brought her what I considered the worst paddle. I think she did it to scare me. To make me fear what she was capable of. As in, "the whole session could have been like this, little girl, am I not a most Merciful Mistress?" She did not say that. I just felt it.

She stood me up. I am still in my rope bondage. It is just starting to really bother me. I am hoping Mistress will remove it. She said I was a good girl, and that as a reward she would now take me upstairs to her bedroom to fuck me. She told me she was going to make me suck her dick, and then fuck me with it. My pussy tingled again. At that moment, I so wanted my fucking!

"Follow me," she said. She walked slowly and sensuously, swaying her hips, to the stairs to the loft and then up them into the bedroom with the huge bed. I followed along awkwardly behind, with a sore red bum, still all trussed up, the ropes pulling at my pussy and my tits, chafing at my bumcrack.

When we arrived upstairs, without my saying anything she began untying me. It was so nice to be untied, especially as her hands roamed across my body as she did it.

As she was untying me, already laid out on the bed, awaiting my arrival, was a triangular bolster.


My bolster... For my fucking... The fact that it was there, all laid out and ready to go, indicated a certain premeditation in her mind. This was not spur of the moment. She had planned out what she was going to do with me, and this was an important part of it. She had thought about it. She had thought about doing this to me. Hot...

She made me drape myself across it and wait there while she prepared. I turned my head to the left to see her. She slipped off her shorts revealing a black thong panty. She slipped of her shirt revealing a sheer pink lace bra. She took her time putting on her leather strap-on harness. She then selected from a variety of dildos, choosing a medium sized blue one which she attached into her strap-on harness and slipped a condom over.

I was going to be fucked by Mistress! It was exciting! Fucked by a girl.

She came on the bed directly opposite my turned face, knelt there, and fed me her cock. "Suck it," she said. I put her dildo into my mouth and began sucking on it. She gently wrapped her fingers into my hair and pulled me deeper around her as she slightly thrust into my mouth. She encouraged me verbally in a way many men would not be comfortable doing: "that's it, suck it baby, suck it good" sort of thing. I think I received about five minutes of cock-in-mouth until she was satisfied with my performance and decided to move on.

She went back to the dressing room table and picked up a bigger dildo in her hand. She switched it on and it started vibrating. She switched it back off again. She placed a condom on the vibrator. She picked up a tube of lube. She said she would not need to prepare me with her fingers as I seemed eager enough as it was.

She went behind me. I felt the tip of a dildo at my pussy. Violet dribbled lube on me and on it and moved it around. It was the handheld one. The vibrator. She turned it on and it started buzzing at my pussy entrance. She played it around there some and moved it towards my clit. Oh Geez! So nice... She brought it back to the opening and slowly pushed it in. Then she started fucking me gently with it. In and out and in and out. As she fucked me, I started taking it deeper and deeper into me. It was in really deep. She turned up the vibrator and she left it there, buried deep into me.

I could feel myself squirming over the bolster as the big thick vibrator had its way with my pussy. I felt like putting a hand down there, but dared not!

Next she dribbled lube onto my asshole. "You're getting DP'd", she told me. Doubly-penetrated. A cock in my pussy, and another in my ass. Violet's cock in my ass. Oh dear... (#DP)

"Come on baby, it's just the tip," said Violet as she pushed the tip of her girl-cock into my ass. "How many college boys have said that to their girlfriends?" asked Violet with a laugh. That made me feel like a virginal little slut, "giving it up" like that because, well, it's Biff the Hunk. In this case it was Violet - gorgeous Violet - more commanding and assertive then any man I had ever been with.

My pussy was exploding from the vibrator. Once Violet got the tip of her strap-on into my ass she paused there, allowing me to take a few deep breaths and get used to the anal intrusion. Once my body had relaxed, she said, "now take the whole thing, baby, you can do it," still channeling the college boy and making me feel the role of the reluctant but horny girlfriend. With that, Violet started sliding it fully into me.

Have you ever been fucked in the bottom before? I have. It's always the same. I imagine it's the same for boys and for girls. It hurts going in. It's part of the experience. You are nervous your partner will push in too fast, too deep. You think you can't take it all! Then your bottom hole relaxes a bit, and it's not so bad. Not so bad until it starts going in deeper and deeper. Rinse and repeat. With a thick vibrator buried deep into my cunt, and Violet's cock buried deep into my ass, I felt very filled!

Violet started fucking me. Slowly at first and then building up the speed. She also made sure the vibrator stayed deep into my pussy, pushing it back in a few times if it risked shooting out.

"Play with yourself," she told me. I shot both hands over the bolster and between my legs. I was able to reach the end of the vibrator with my fingertip and I pushed it deeper into myself and held it there. As Violet rocked me with my ass fucking it made the pussy vibe fuck me as well. With my other hand I used my finger to flick at my clit and rub on it. No lube required. I was so wet already!

Violet was saying, "Oh this feels so good. You can't believe how this strap-on pushes back on my pussy lips, on my clit, as I'm fucking you."

"Keep going! Keep going!" I beg her. She intensifies her pace, fucking me violently. What a nasty little tramp I am, wanting it harder and deeper in my ass!

I start moaning louder and louder and Violet could tell I was getting close because she upped the intensity and just as I started cumming she simulated a deep orgasm herself, thrusting jerkily inside of me and crying out gutturally the way a boy does as he cums.

Holy shit!

Violet pulls out and she turns off and removes the vibrator from my pussy. She takes off her strap-on as I lay there, wrung out. She tells me to get up off the bolster. "am I... clean?" I ask her. She spreads my cheeks and says simply "yup". That makes me feel better! She removes the bolster but lays down the towel that was covering it on the bed where she has me lie down on my back. She hops into bed next to me, sideways on. "Did you like that?" she asks me with a great big happy smile on her face. "Oh yes!" I say. "It was all amazing! Every part. I'm so glad we did this. You're so amazingly creative. You're so good at what you do!" She thanked me. She explained that since it was our first time outside of a specific roleplay scene, she thought it would be fun to run me through all the more "stereotypical" sort of BDSM-type stuff that you might see in a BDSM documentary. Like baby, beginner stuff. I liked the baby beginner stuff!

"It was nice," I say dreamily, as my hand wanders back down to my pussy and starts stroking it.

"Can you orgasm again?" she asks me.

"Yes," I say, feeling a blush come up.

"Then do it. I want to watch," she says.

I don't usually "do it" with just my fingers. Usually I have my trusty Hitachi. But I don't feel as if I need it today. I play with myself with a certain intensity. As I do it I look over at her. She is so beautiful in her pretty bra and panties. Her sleek little bottom. I can see the sleek muscles of her legs, her arms, her belly. As my friend chris, from the previous blog post said, in a followup email to me,

"Just between you and me, Miss Violet is so sweet, so nice, beautiful and please don't pass this on because I will pay with pain if you tell her... I'm sure you noticed... what a great ass!!!"

Uh oh. Did I just go and get chris in trouble again?

Oops!... I did it again

So I'm actually doing it, she is looking at me. I look back at her. She smiles at me. She turns her gaze down to my pussy, which I am rubbing furiously as I start to moan. She seems to be squirming in delight as I do it. She touches me gently on the front of my thigh. Then it happens, a second absolutely gigantic orgasm under Violet's watchful eye.


I am such a slut...

Sometimes, I must say, this blog has its perks. The other day an attractive young lady reached out to me by email and offered to do a joint domination session on my husband. I intend to take her up on it! She sent a photo of herself along (I've cropped it here - the original has her face and everything).


What's not to love about a chick who keeps a baseball bat by her front door and poses with it!?!

She says she's in her early mid twenties now and has been a big follower of my blog ever since she was about eighteen years old, though has never left a comment at all.

According to Google Analytics, 18% of my visitors are female. Among all females, 7% are in her demographic: 18-24 years old. I get about 40,000 distinct visitors per year, so there are about 500 such young ladies who never seem to leave a comment lurking on this site, and she is one of 'em!

By now we have exchanged emails and had a lengthy phone conversation. She seems not at all worried about her "secret identity", and was quite open with me about her real name and contact information, but I am worried on her behalf and so will take great pains not to reveal her! She says she really respects my privacy a lot, and does not even want to know my real name or where we live or anything. That was comforting.

Here is what background I know of her so far. Her name is June. She does not live in Toronto. She is out on her own. She is from a middle class intact family with siblings and likes her family just fine. At age eighteen she had a much older boyfriend who introduced her to BDSM. He mainly liked being on the bottom and taught her how to top. He was a frequent visitor of pros and introduced her to a lady who ran a place. The lady of the house liked what she saw and so June started working as a Pro Domme when she was still only 18. She says she made a lot of money and the other girls were quite resentful, as all the regular clientele wanted to see the pretty, young, new girl. She found she was a natural at it, and really enjoyed it. She did that fairly intensively as she was working her way through post-secondary school. When she graduated she began pursuing her legit career and retired as a pro (with a healthy nest egg). But she still saw some of her regulars from time to time out of her place. She more recently got into a vanilla relationship, and her partner was uncomfortable with that, so she stopped. But she still occasionally sneaks behind their back to do a session in a hotel room. More because she loves it and misses it than for the money.

When she was first getting into being a pro, she says that she found my blog and drew a lot of inspiration and instruction from it for her scenes with her clients. Is that not cool?

She always thought to herself that if she ever got to Toronto she would want to meet me and show her gratitude. As it turns out, her (legit) business is taking her to Toronto later this month, and that's why she reached out to me. She knows david and I like to play with new girls, and she offered to co-top david with me as a little "thank you". Is that not uber cool!?!

I was of course wary of the whole thing, worried it might be a setup or something. But all her details checked out and so we set up a phone call. I figured out how to block my number (Settings, Phone, Show My Caller ID to off) and gave her a call at the arranged time. She seemed to be exactly who she said she was, which was again very cool. On the call she filled in a lot of the background above.

Long and short of it is that we agreed on a date for our tryst, and we would do it out of her Airbnb. I will bring my toys, dildos, condoms, lube, and latex gloves for her. I told her that I would love to basically just watch her work, with the occasional interaction, and she was fine with that. Said she would enjoy showing me what she learned over the years. She says she thinks she knows david very well, but wanted to know if there was anything she should know that was not covered in the blog. I said what you see is basically what you get!

She knows that david does not know about the blog, so knows not to talk about it. We made up a story that we met online in a women's topping chat group, and she offered, seeing as she was going to be in town...

June, I am very, very excited to meet you in person with david in tow! Thank you so much. Your gift is indeed very generous, and both david and I will love it, I am sure!

Blog folk, I have only one thing to say...

Do you like apples?
well...

Yay! It happened. My husband david and I had a lovely evening visiting with a twenty-something blog fangirl named June who was visiting town and wanted to connect with us. And what's more, I have plenty of photos and permission to publish them!

The mysterious June!

I describe the background at Hubby to be Dominated by Fangirl! To summarize, June got into pro domming while in college and mostly quit after she graduated. While she was active she drew inspiration from my blog. As she was coming to town she offered a little "thank you" to me by way of volunteering to co-top my husband. So here we are!

I explained to david that I had met June on a kinky newsgroup, and told him about her. I showed him her pic. He was quite excited, the dog! I also told him that June and I both wanted  "souvenir photos". I told him I would take the photos and ensure there was nothing identifiable. I added that it would be fun for us to look at them together. He grudgingly allowed it, knowing they would be shared with June, and perhaps with others as a result, even (gasp!) potentially posted on the interwebs!

We arranged to meet at 6pm where she was staying. We brought take-out sushi and wine. We rang the front door and she came to greet us. There was a bit of an entryway with multiple doors for the separate units. She ushered us into the ground floor unit which consisted of a central kitchen, an adjoining dining table and living room to the right, and a small bathroom and bedroom to the left. It was an older house and looked a bit lived in, with a lot of the owner's clutter around. We doffed our coats and boots and then greeted one another properly.

She had long brunette hair, was dressed in black boots with stiletto heels, and had on a short black dress that showed off her cleavage. There was a cute little skull and crossbones motif / logo at the hem of her dress on the left side.


She looked to be in her early twenties, as advertised. Very sexy! She had a mischievous grin as she greeted us, and she gave david and me both a big hug.

We unpacked the sushi and opened and served the wine and sat to eat. We exchanged small talk, and I asked her about her new career and about her pro domming experience while putting herself through school. Very fascinating! She in turn said she felt she already knew us from the "emails" she and I had exchanged, and she said she had heard all about the very naughty "david" and all the nonsense we get up to. She asked david about my sister, and about some of his physical trainers. Felt like she was testing us? david admitted to it all.

After dinner we told david to clean up and to wash the dishes while she and I continued sipping wine and chatting in the living room. She seemed quite excited to meet me. She admitted that she was not 100% sure I was "real" and was so happy to meet the "real me" in person. She asked me if I had brought my camera, and I said I had. She whispered to me that she was looking forward to the blog entry with the pictures to prove it. She seemed utterly unconcerned with her own privacy, but I am fully committed to guarding it nonetheless!

She asked about the things I had brought, and I gave her a quick tour through my toy bag. She seemed pleased with my selection.

When david was done with the cleanup he appeared in front of us, looking a bit anxious. He looked so cute, standing there like an eager little puppy dog!

"Well, I guess we should get you spanked then," she said. Yes indeed.

She told him to take off all of his clothes and to pile them neatly on the chair she indicated.

So this was how it was to be. No lowering of pants or leaving his underwear up. He was expected to strip fully nude in front of his wife and this young lady. And her tone brooked no nonsense!

We watched as he did his clumsy male "strip tease" in the small living room. He then stood in front of us naked as the day he was born, his hands awkwardly at his sides, sporting a great big erection. She commented on his penis size, saying he was "pretty big". As a former pro herself, I guess she would know (he is pretty big, although I don't usually let him know that!). June indicated we should all head to the bedroom, and that I should get out my camera for our "souvenir shots".

The bedroom was fairly small, but dominated by a large king-sized looking bed. She sat at the side of the bed, and beckoned my husband to stand next to her, ready to be pulled across her lap. I came in with the toy bag, set it down, got out my camera, and set it up. The room lighting was a bit dim, and I chose a slow flash setting on my camera to try to be a bit "artistic" in my photographs. When she saw I was ready, she took him down across her knee and I took my first photo just as he was being draped and readied for his spanking.


There's my boy, all ready for his spanking from my twenty-something fangirl. So cool!

I know this seems somewhat "routine" to all you boys and girls on the interweb, but please pause for a moment to consider. Here is my forty-something husband, completely bare ass naked, erect penis on display, in front of a grinning twenty-something girl. Then he is pulled across her lap, like a naughty child and prepared for an actual bare-bum spanking while his wife watched!

I loved seeing this. I was happy for him, and I was happy for myself being able to witness this. I also enjoyed being able to focus on the photography for a change. You'll all have to tell me if I have any talent with the camera. I think the shots are nice, and I am glad I have them for posterity. When he's all old and wrinkly we can bring them up again and again (and show them to the grownup great-grand-nieces :-)

She started in with just her hand at first, going all across his bum and thighs. In the photo below, there's her sexy bare thigh, and my husband's ball sac hanging down right across it! That particular smack I captured below was hard enough to jiggle his cheeks apart (zoom in, you'll see his hole). Ha ha!


What a lovely bare expanse of pristine ass cheek.


And here is the strict palm of a well-practiced spanker.


Her lap was not very long compared to his butt, so he needed to wrap around her a bit for balance, which is why his left leg was so far around. This had the delightful side-effect of opening up his inner thighs to receive some smacks as well.


June looks pretty severe in the shot above, but she is just concentrating. She actually has a very sweet face. I like how her breasts are so actively recruited in holding his ass in place!

So, a grown man spanked red across a small woman's knee with just her hand. What is there not to like? Here I'm taking the photo with one hand while feeling the heat with my other. The photo does not do justice to the redness of his cheeks!


On the below pic, June parted his cheeks for me. So there's his testicles and his little hole just peeking out at us.


Yes boys, this is the view we women get as we spank your naughty little bottoms! Imagine the feeling of being put across a young lady's knee like this and being so thoroughly shamed in front of your own wife? With pictures taken!

I had brought along a selection of spanking implements and other toys with me. She selected a long hard wooden paddle from my bag.


Oh oh! An already well-reddened ass about to get... the paddle! First getting him positioned for the paddling.


I wonder if david was enjoying having his naked testicles rub across her smooth bare young thighs as he was spanked? Here comes a good crack!


Young lady on a mission! It was a lot of fun seeing my husband get his bare bum beat like this. He was yelping and kicking his legs, but she did not slow down for him. What an "opening course". I loved that I could see his balls from behind flipping and flopping across her bare thighs. She did not seem to notice at all. She was focused on giving him his paddling. (I think she wanted to impress me.)


She stood him up and he reached behind to rub his sore cheeks. His penis had deflated to only semi-erect from the effects of his paddling. "Did that hurt?" she asked.

"Yes Miss," he said as he rubbed at his rear cheeks while his penis flopped. We both laughed a little at his antics.

She then quizzed him on whether he was sometimes required to wear panties by me. "Does your wife put you in panties when you've been a bad boy? When you've gotten to be a little too big for your britches?" Ha ha! Those are words I would use!

"Yes Miss," he answered a bit sheepishly.

"I think he needs to be panty trained, do you agree?" she asked me.

"Oh yes, certainly," I answered.

She went to the dresser drawer, opened it, and pulled out a tiny pair of white lacy thong panties. She held them up in front of him. "Maybe these will teach you your place?"

She handed them to him and made him put them on in front of us. At first he could not tell front from back, but he got it right in the end. It was a very tiny panty that had a lot of coverage issues, both front and back. She bent him over, held his hands behind his back, and yanked his panty up into his crack. She held him there as I took my photo.


Often I like a more full cut panty on him so that there's the pleasure of lowering them and baring his buns for his spanking. However in this situation, after he'd already been spanked, I thought these panties were absolutely perfect. I even felt humiliated on his behalf, seeing him held there like that and being so thoroughly panty trained by a dominant young woman right in front of my very own eyes.

All you men reading this blog, I want you to take a very close look at the above photograph. This is what happens to naughty husbands who get too big for their britches. They are spanked red across a young lady's knee and then forced to wear a ridiculous feminine panty for their troubles. It's called panty training and you will learn to respect and obey your significant other as a result. And oh my gosh, it's just so cute, isn't it?

She took him to the bed with his arms still behind him and threw him face down onto it, maintaining control of his bent arm.


She asked me to please pass her the wrist restraints I had brought along. She Velcro'd them onto his wrists and buckled them together, and did this very excitingly, I thought, with a knee to his back to keep him in place.


That is fucking sexy!

Poor david did not know what was going on. There was no hesitation from her. No "wonder what to do next". It was straight from one thing to the next and to the next, and this was a different style than he was at all used to. A very "matter of fact" domination and discipline session. No nonsense from June. No question of his obeying...


And there he is, bound and helpless in his little panty all scrunched up his butt crack.

She was not quite done with him yet, though. She put him flat on his tummy and made him put his ankles together.


 Then she tied his ankles together with a belt I had brought.


There we go, nicely trussed up now! With him helpless like that and flat on his tummy, she suggested that I give him a flogging while she watched. So I did. She egged me on and we took turns using the flogger on him.


This is the only incidental photo I have of the flogger, unfortunately, and none of the flogging, as we were back and forth with each other during it. It was not too terribly hard. More sensuous than anything, but it was fun with him all trussed up like a chicken!

Once we were done with his flogging, she unfastened his ankles, but kept his arms tied behind his back.


With him in that state she made him turn over and we had a good look at his very excited front side, not at all contained by his panty!


Oh my gosh! Shield your eyes! WHAT a naughty boy! June knows exactly what a naughty boy like that needs. A good cropping!

One on the tip:


another on the balls,


and rinse and repeat.


She gave him a real testicle and penis cropping that had him hopping and writhing on the bed. At least twenty or thirty fairly strict strokes! How DARE he show those off like that to this young woman!?! June has a cure for that. She tells him to get on the floor. And then...


Oh no!  Oh yes!


A stiletto heel where it will do the most good, followed by the weight of her foot pressing down on his balls. Poor baby. Where are those hands when he needs them? Oh that's right, tied behind his back!

Despite the rough treatment to his testicles he seemed none the worse for wear. She clearly knew what she was doing and had no doubt trampled many men's balls in her day.

She then went into my bag and asked me about the latex gloves which were in a zipper pocket I showed her. She took a pair out and the lube. She sat back down at the spanking spot on the bed and put the lube beside her, and the gloves she held in her hand. She then ordered him back across her knee and recommenced his spanking.


His hands were still tied behind his back, and without his hands on the floor to balance himself, he gripped onto her arm to prevent himself from falling over, and steadied a leg on the floor thus spreading himself nicely for us.

She also took the crop to his very prominently displayed testicles in this position. Poor baby holding on for dear life to her left arm as he received crop discipline to his testicles while still bound and panty trained!


He was not used to this much punishment to his balls, so he was sweating for sure!

But those gloves were not in her hand just for show, and we all have a pretty good idea of what's happening next...


Oh no! She's not! Oh my gosh! She is! She is going to abuse my husbands tight little backdoor!


In and out and in and out, over and over and over again with her finger. Pulling his little panty aside to finger fuck his tight hole. david moaned and writhed like a dirty little whore as he received his finger fucking right up to her knuckle at times.

When she was done, she restored his panty back in place.


Remember, david's hands were bound behind his back this whole time. He had no say in the matter.

She stood him back up and put him face down on the bed. She asked me for a condom and put it on the big blue cock herself. Then she fed it to him...


Take it you slut. Every last inch... Don't you run away. Purse those lips into a nice round "O".


If he thought oral sex was done-for with this five minute mouth fucking, he was sadly mistaken. But there was something else that needed doing first. Leaving the cock in his mouth, she went around and got behind him. She slowly lowered his panties and removed them completely. Our little girl was about to get fucked! She retrieved a second dildo, placed it at his entrance, and started pushing it in. She relentlessly shoved that dildo deep into his ass despite his girlish complaints, muffled as they were by the cock in his mouth.


I like this picture the best of them all. Does my husband not have just the cutest ass? Is its cuteness not added to after a good spanking and a dildo deeply inserted? It is. And how just so embarrassing to have his hole violated like this by such a young woman?

She flipped him back over, dribbled some lube in his cock, and told him to start jerking it with the dildo still inside of himself.


As if having a dildo up hs ass was not bad enough, he now had to masturbate himself as the young lady looked on.

She made him squeeze his legs together and continue the sex show for us.


After sufficient  strokes she made him show off his horny cock for my camera.


She grabbed it herself to show him off for the camera. Not so small, my man. What do you guys think?


And now back at it, bad boy.  Rub, rub, rub, like a naughty little monkey!


As he was continuing to do that, she decided to try a new position for his cock gobbling.


There we go. "Do you like that view, sweety?" She asked him. His hand went behind towards her ass, but she was onto him. Before he got anywhere close he was pinned and the cock was teased across his eager lips.

Next came the feeding. In it goes...


All the way in!


She stayed there for quite some time, face fucking him from above. Making him gag and gurgle. And as I found out later... she was not wearing any panties...

She face fucked him so much that he lost his erection a little. She lightened up and told him to keep stroking...


There it comes...


You can just imagine david's excitement. His ass, cock, and balls were all sore from his spanking. His butthole was stuffed with cock. His mouth was stuffed with cock. He had a beautiful young lady's thighs clamping his head, and he was looking up and seeing her tight young pussy right above his face. He said he could smell her excitement, and he swears he felt it even dripping onto his face. All the while he got to jerk his own cock, and with his wife watching approvingly.

"Ask permission before you cum," she ordered him. She took the dildo out of his mouth.

"Yes Miss," he answered to her pussy, while frantically rubbing his excited dick.

"Oh Please! May I cum Miss? Please?" he begged as he was getting very close.

"Hands at your sides," she told him. "What do you say, Julie?" she asked me.

"I think I'll give it a bit of a rub mysef," I told her. I put away my camera and knelt up on the bed beside him. I added some lube, grabbed his hard cock in my hand, and started rubbing him.

"You may cum," I said, "but only on condition that you lap it up from my palm and swallow every last drop while June watches." You all know me!

"Yes, Ma'am," said david, unable to say anything else.

"Oh, a little cum-guzzler, is he?" asked June, rhetorically.

"He certainly is," I said. "Tell Miss June, david, after it's in your mouth, are you allowed to spit it out, or do you have to swallow it?"

"swallow... miss," he said sheepishly.

"That's right. You have no choice. You're like a little girl-slut whose man makes her swallow every last drop, aren't you?"

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

Ha ha! I like playing games like this with him for an audience.

I continued rubbing his cock and asked him, "are you getting a good view of Miss June's panties, david?"

"No Ma'am," he said.

"Oh, is it too dark under there?" I asked.

"No Ma'am," he said again.

"I'm not wearing any," said June, clearing things up.

"Oh you bad boy!" I told him. "You're getting the strap after I get you home for taking such liberties with Miss June!"

david whimpered a bit. Ha ha. It was hardly his fault. Nonetheless...

"Are you being properly respectful of Miss June's pussy?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes Ma'am!" he said.

"Ha!" said June, "I bet you want to fuck it, good and hard, don't you?"

"No Ma'am," lied david, caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Ohh!" gasped June, "what's wrong with my pussy, exactly?"

"No, no, no, nothing Miss!" he said, "It's just, my wife wouldn't allow it!"

"That's right, I wouldn't," I told him. "You barely get to fuck my pussy as it is. What makes you think I'd ever let you fuck a hot tight little pussy like Miss June's?"

"Yeah, my pussy is too good for you," added June, playing along.

"I'll tell you what, though," I said. "Grab your dick, and rub it yourself, imagining your hand is her pussy." I let go and he took his own cock and started rubbing it.

"Show me how tight you imagine Miss June's pussy is," I told him.

He tightened his fist and squeezed the life out of his poor abused member, and then rubbed it like that.

"Yeah, that's right," said June, "you just imagine that's my pussy you get to fuck. It's the closest you'll ever get. Your own hand. So tight and hot and wet. In and out and in and out. Open your mouth."

david opened his mouth and June slid the dildo in and started lightly fucking him, saying "in and out and in and out."

Before too much longer he was wriggling and writhing and did a big spurt, with another couple of little spurts, and then some dribblies, all for our amusement.

June took the cock out of his mouth, dismounted him and moved her head so she was looking him straight in the face, waiting for the cum guzzling show. I made david take his cummy palm to his mouth and lick it up. I then used my hand to gather the remainder and fed it to him.

"He really does eat his own cum," said June, more for effect I'm sure, as she is no doubt no stranger to having men eat their own sperm.

But david licked it all up, and swallowed it all down, as we watched, and that was the end of a great scene.

June got up and said, "that was fun!" She said he could go have a shower and showed him the towel he could use. david got up carefully and waddled over to the bathroom with the dildo still deep up his ass, using his hand to keep it there lest it shoot out his backdoor and make a mess of things.

As he extracted his dildo and showered, June and I had a quick little tête-à-tête on the living room couch where we talked about my blog. She told me how creative I was and what an inspiration I was. I told her how great she was as a dominatrix, and that I could understand how she was so successful at it! I asked her if she would ever consider going pro again. She said she was committed to her career, but appreciates the chance to session every now and then.

When david came out of the bathroom he had the towel wrapped around himself. He had to go get dressed and his clothes were all near us more in the living room area.

"Drop the towel, baby," I told him. "We want to see that sexy little marked-up bod."

We made him show us his ass. It was nicely red and marked. I asked, with a smile, "how's your poor little cock? Was June too rough with it?"

"No Ma'am," he said, bashfully, "just a little sore."

"Come here, let's inspect it," I said. He came over to us with a little groan of embarrassment. I picked it up in my hand and examined it from various angles. "Looks fine to me," I said, "June?" She picked it up in her bare hand, moved it around, inspected closely, and gave it a squeeze and a shake proclaiming it perfectly fine and oh how he carried on. It was getting a little "chubby" again.

"And how's your bumhole?" I asked.

"Oh, it's fine Ma'am," he said, blushing up a storm. "Really."

"We better inspect," I said. "Kneel down on the floor, ass towards us. Right down, head on the floor. Reach behind you and pull those cheeks apart. Let's see."

He did as he was told, and exposed his bottom hole to us. We were both sitting on the couch, side by side one another. June reached out with her stiletto heel and placed it at the entrance of his asshole. "Does that hurt?" she asked as she pushed it slightly in. "No Ma'am," said david. She pulled it out and laughed again. We declared his asshole perfectly fine, despite his earlier girlish squeaks as June had shoved the cock into it.

david got up and we finally allowed him to dress again. As he was pulling on his underwear, June said, "No no. I brought those panties for you, as a souvenir of our session. You wear them home."

He slipped his underpants off again and went back into the bedroom to search for and put on the little virginal white thong panty. He returned to us in just his little panty.

"What do you think," asked June to me, "a week of panty training to remember me by?"

"A week would be perfect," I said. "Do you hear that david? One week of panty training for you. You wear that panty every day for a week, and hand-wash it every evening. That also means corner time and a spanking across my knee every day during panty training, and I don't care who's there to see it. I'll see if Sue can make it. And that's on top of the strapping your earned tonight. And after your spanking, oral sex for me, and anal sex for you. Ya ha, the strap-on."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, standing there in nothing but his little panty, looking very sorry for himself. Imagine being "sentenced" like this by your wife in front of a young lady such as June? I'm sure she could imagine him bending over for my big dick up his asshole!

"Perfect!" said June, pleased with my regime for him. "Now give me your boys' underwear," she said to him. david handed them to her. "These are my souvenir," she said, "I'm keeping them." She looked him in the eye as she said this, daring him to contradict her. He, of course, acquiesced without a word and continued dressing. June was bringing home a trophy!

When he was dressed I sent him to collect all our toys from the bedroom.

We did not want to overstay our welcome after this wonderful scene, so said our very fond goodbyes.

June - thank you very much - what an amazingly great "reward" for me!

In case any of you were wondering, he wore June's panties today and ended the day with a strapping before bedtime. Tomorrow he will strip to just his panties, do corner-time first, then a hairbrush spanking across my knee, and then sex. Oral and anal for him, then he'll eat out my asshole as I Hitachi myself to multiples. Ain't life grand?

I love the term "panty training". It conjures up so much in such a little phrase. A wife's ideal method to ensure her husband's submissive obeisance: put him in a pair of panties for a preset amount of time to correct his attitude and render him appropriately submissive.

I love how the artist Sardax captures it in this illustration.

https://www.sardax.com/

I imagine the younger woman is his wife. She has stopped in at her Mom's house to drop off her husband for babysitting while she goes out on a date. She is telling her Mom how he got a bit snippy with her and is now being panty trained as a consequence. Mom can use him for her housework while he is there. If he gives her any trouble she will deal with him in front of Mom when she returns.

Of course, panty training does not start and end with the pantying. No. During this period, a wife may combine his panty wearing with daily embarrassing nose-to-wall timeouts wearing only his panties, spankings with panties up or lowered depending on his attitude, and strap-on "play" (with his panties either off, or gagging him) to drive her point home. As long as he is wearing the panty, this is how he will be treated. Ideally, as in the illustration above, a wife may give a demonstration of how he is being panty trained to sympathetic friends or relatives (or both).

This is what was forced on my husband by a young lady (in my presence) the other night, and was continued by me for a very challenging week for him with a highlight that included my sister witnessing and participating in his very shameful, humiliating, and embarrassing panty training.

My husband being panty trained after his spanking.

As you read about in my previous post, Fangirl Dominates Hubby, my husband was lucky enough to have been dominated in my presence by a lovely young blog fan named June. During this session she put david into a skimpy pair of panties to add to his humiliation. After the session, she told david he may keep his new panties as a souvenir (in exchange for his underwear that she was keeping - ha ha!), She also casually suggested a follow-on:

"What do you think," asked June of me, "a week of panty training to remember me by?"

I instantly agreed, but then got a bit carried away saying that his "panty training" would include corner time and spankings and strap-on sex every night as well.  I guess I felt the pressure and blurted out my one week panty training "sentence" without a lot of thinking as to how realistic it was. But was there any going back?

On the way home with david, he and I discussed it. Of note was that he was wearing his panties, his boy's underwear having been confiscated by June.

"You were just playing along about the week-long thing, right?" he asked.

"I was," I replied, "and got kind of carried away, didn't I?"

"You did," he agreed.

"Except..." I continued, "June will write and ask how's it going. I can't lie to her..."

"Just a little white lie?" he suggested.

"David! No! I would never lie to June about something like that. But if we don't do what I said we would, she'll rightfully not trust us. I doubt she'd want to play again..."

Ha ha! I was teasing him, of course. I had no idea if June imagined I would actually carry out his "sentence" or not. I'm quite sure she would happily leave it to my discretion with no qualms, but no sense wasting an opportunity.

"No," I said, "there's no way to avoid it. We're going to have to just see it through. We'll figure out a way. Agreed?"

"Oh come on. Theses panties aren't the most comfortable, you know."

"Oh I know," I said.

"And a solid week of spankings? My ass will be black and blue!"

"Yeah, probably," I agreed. "But I want to."

"And I have no say?" he asked.

"Of course you have a say. You can say 'yes' and make me happy." (manipulative little so and so!)

"Oh... fine," he said.

"So we're agreed? A week of panty training?" I asked again. "A nice extended scene? I'll invite Sue over for one evening. You'd enjoy that."

"yes ma'am..."

Yay. My idle threat had turned into the real thing: a whole week-long panty training scene!

I kept a little diary each day. Here it is. I've illustrated each entry with a pic from our session with June just for fun and visual interest.

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Tuesday

We met June on Tuesday and I figured he was plenty spanked and dominated for the day. So all we did on the discipline front is that I supervised him hand washing his panties in the upstairs bathroom sink and hanging them up to dry there. I told him part of his panty training was doing that every evening and allowing them to hang dry overnight.

We then went to bed, and I made him lick my pussy until I came a few times. There was no further "action" for him that night even though he had hardened during my licking. He did get a stroke and a squeeze, though, for his troubles, and hence was harder still by lights out.

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Wednesday

On Wednesday morning we got up together. I'll describe this morning in a bit more detail in case you are interested.

I have a little routine with david in the morning given he is dieting now (see Fat Loss and Spanking). He waits until I've finished my morning pee, then he sits to pee. I have him sit far back on the seat and I hold his penis and aim the stream onto a ketostix to test his ketone levels. Of course he could do this himself (and often does), but so long as I'm there it's just an added little humiliation to keep him motivated. This morning it read somewhere between "trace" and "weak" which is acceptable. I had him stand (nude) on the scale to measure his weight and body fat percentage. Weight held steady at 214.4, body fat was down 0.5% to 25.7%. Good boy. No swats for any of that.

He shaved while I showered. When I was done, he got on his knees and dried me off. He does not always do that, and I do not insist on it, but it's nice when it happens. I guess he was feeling submissive. I then got made-up and dressed as he showered. When he was done and had dried himself off I was there holding his skimpy little white thong panties for him to step into. He gave a little groan as he put them on.

He was at work in his panties all day long.

In the evening he got home before me. I told him to show me he still had his panties on. He dropped his pants so I could inspect. They were on. I asked about the experience. He said they were very uncomfortable and he was picking at them all day long. He also said that he found himself aroused at times during the day knowing that he was in scanty panties, and knowing that he was to be "dealt with" by me in the evening. That's what panty training will do for a boy.

We had a healthy dinner together. I cooked something quick. After dinner I told him he could leave the cleaning-up to me, but that he needed to spend 15 minutes with his nose against the wall. I reminded him to strip to nothing but his panties for his timeout. He did so and put his nose against the wall in the living room (the usual spot for timeout). I started a countdown timer on my iPad.

I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to surf on my iPad in the living room where I could watch him. For me, it's a sexual power rush to be so in-control of my man like this. I got a thrill that I was able to order him to put his nose against the wall for fifteen minutes wearing nothing but a skimpy panty, and he would actually do it without complaint. Each time I glanced up at him I got a little "tingle" in my pussy as he stood there so submissively. I was also imagining his ass writhing in agony as I strapped him, and also my giving him a nice long hard ass fucking after. I am a sadistic little kitty.

After his fifteen minutes, the alarm went off signalling the end of his timeout. He had hardly moved the entire time. I could find no fault with that.

Every day after timeout I planned on giving him his spanking, but this first day would be a bit different. I explained it to him: "For the rest of the week you'll be getting a spanking across my knee after timeout. But today you're getting the strap and then bent over for anal intercourse. I thought it wouldn't be fair to give you your spanking in addition to that, so you get off your spanking for today, ok?"

"Thank you ma'am," he said. Ha! Thanking me submissively for the strap. That's one more tingle in my pussy.

We went upstairs to the bedroom. I put three pillows down in the middle of the bed and had him drape himself across them. His panties were still on at this stage.

I took my time, stripped to my bra and panties, and fastened my strap-on harness around my hips. I selected the medium sized dildo for him today, the same one that June used to mouth fuck him with yesterday.


The reason for the strapping today was due to what happened yesterday in the scene. June was not wearing any panties when she straddled his face, and david stared at and had naughty thoughts about her pussy. He even took in her aroma and felt her juices dripping on his face. I promised him the strap for taking such liberties!

I say the above a bit tongue-in-cheek, but my actual feelings on the matter require a strapping as well. I do sometimes allow him to enjoy other women. It is always on my say-so. However, he must pay for the privilege. It is a way I keep balance in our relationship. He may enjoy when I allow him to, but he must also pay me my price, which would be a heavy one.

I retrieved the heavy, twin-tailed Scottish tawse from under the bed where it is kept.


This is one of david's most feared implements. I have had it for a very long time and am well-practiced in its thorough administration to his backside.


I walked over to him and lowered his panties down to his knees. A bit ceremonious, as they provided absolutely no protection whatsoever, but it sends a different message to be allowed to keep your panties up versus having them lowered for your strapping.

He looked over at me, his bare bum raised high. He saw me in my bra and panties, holding the much-feared tawse, with a large strap-on around me that he knew he would be fucked with after his strapping.


"Do you know why you are about to receive this strapping?" I asked him.

"I think I know, but I don't think it's fair," he wailed. So disappointing.

"Did you or did you not see a young woman's pussy yesterday?" I asked.

"I did, but I was tied up. It wasn't even my idea!"

"Irrelevant," I said. "And did you or did you not have naughty thoughts about her tight young pussy?"

"yes ma'am," he grudgingly admitted.

"Yes Ma'am, indeed, you even jerked yourself off pretending your hand was her pussy while we both watched."

"sorry, ma'am," he said.

"Oh, nothing to be sorry about. It is what it is. And now you're going to be punished by me to teach you to whom you belong. Do you understand that?" I asked.

"yes, ma'am" he whispered, getting deeper into sub-space.

"Is that fair, david?" I asked.

"yes, ma'am," he said, unconsciously wiggling his bottom a little.

"Now I'm going to give you twenty strokes with this strap, as hard as I can swing it."

He whimpered.

"I need you to stick your ass in the air for each and every stroke, thanking me and begging me for the next stroke like that. Not with your words, but with your cute bare behind."

He whimpered again and stuck his ass higher in the air, begging for it.

I hauled back on the strap and ripped it down across his lower ass cheeks. He yelled out and collapsed into the bed. He wiggled his ass and then promptly stuck it right up for the next stroke. The first had already left a beautiful rectangular mark!

I took my time between strokes, allowing the pain and the after effects to fully sink in before delivering the next and the next and the next. Each stroke was carefully aimed, and came down from on high with a full swing of my arm and my body driving into it. On each stroke my pussy tingled and my panties dampened.

After we were halfway through I asked him, "do you know why June allowed you to experience her pussy like that?"

"no ma'am," he said, frantically.

"It was in the certain knowledge that you would never, ever, be allowed to fuck it in your life, or anything even remotely like it. I mean look at you, you're practically twice her age, you're not even in such great shape, and you'd probably cum before you even stuck it in. I told her that about you in my emails to her. Plus you're a little panty-wearing pussy-whipped sissy slut. Why would a girl like her ever want somebody like you?"

"she never would, ma'am," he agreed.

"You're lucky I even let you near my pussy, but don't think for a moment you'll be fucking it while you're still in your panties, got it? Maybe after the week is over and you man up. We'll see."

I like teasing him like that. He knows it's a tease. All the while we were having this conversation, his marked up ass was waving in the air, begging for his next stroke. Ask and ye shall receive. He got another ten from me and his strapping was complete.

I put down my strap and went to caress and admire his red marked up bottom. I slipped his panties down his lower legs and off his feet. I got out the lube and lubed my dildo and his asshole. I gave him a bit of a finger fuck to loosen him up, and then knelt up behind him and pushed the dildo into him.

I never feel more powerful, as I imagine a man must feel, than when I am fucking david with my strap-on. He never feels more like a woman than when he's receiving it.

I started slowly at first, rocking into and out of him. I then picked up the pace and before too long my husband was getting a very thorough ass-banging. Before long he was moaning (grunting?) on every thrust. You know, like "uh uh uh uh uh uh uh".
 
"Yeah, you take it. You take it you little bitch."

"uh uh uh uh uh uh uh"

I slowed down and talked to him.

"You imagined yourself doing something like this to her, did you?" I asked with a laugh in my voice, languidly going in and out to give him a chance to answer.

"yes..." he said.

"Isn't it ironic that you're the one getting fucked?"

"yes ma'am," he agreed, my cock deep up in his ass.

I picked up the pace and gave him another flurry of hard deep strokes.

"uh uh uh uh uh uh uh"

Unlike his dick, my dick is whatever size I choose it to be, is hard whenever I need it to be, never ejaculates after three thrusts, and never, ever softens. I gave him an epic fucking.

"uh uh uh uh please uh uh uh please uh no uh uh please uh oh uh no please uh uh ..."

I buried it deep into him and then jerked spasmodically a few times to indicate I was done. I pulled out carefully. There was mess.

"Go clean yourself up and wash your panties," I told him. "You may dress as you like until bedtime."


We spent the rest of the evening doing our own thing. He was in a fluffy blue robe watching youtubes on the tv.

Just as a bit of a tease, I sat beside him and lifted up his robe. What I saw was a bit of a surprise: he had on his red panties!!!


He blushed at me and said that seeing as he was being panty trained... Ha ha! Methinks not entirely against his will, my little sissy slut.

[to be continued...]

[continued from part 1]
In which a husband backtalks his wife regarding corner time and lives to regret it.

Here is another inspiring illustration by the artist Sardax.

https://www.sardax.com/

Can you imagine anything more humiliating for a husband? His mother-in-law "popping by" at such an unfortunate time for him, just in the midst of him being punished by his wife? But from the expression on Mom's face, nothing new, obviously, except that she had not yet seen him in his darling lingerie she had heard so much about. The hairbrush in the wife's hand, do you imagine she was just brushing her hair, just then? I don't think so. I think Mom walked in at the worst possible time for him, right at the end of his timeout, so he was not spared her seeing that, but just before going over his wife's knee for a strict hairbrush spanking where he will be made to kick and cry just like the girl he is dressed as. Mom will of course stay and watch the show.

The timeout depicted above is not dissimilar to what I required my husband david to perform after he angered me.

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Thursday

He needed to get up early for work and so he weighed himself and dressed himself in the bathroom. I was still in bed as he was leaving. He thought I was asleep.

"Show me..." I said.

He unfastened his pants and lowered them a bit. He had on his little white panty.

"How's the weight," I asked?

"All good," he said.

"Good boy," I said and rolled over and went back to sleep.


We ordered out for food that night with Uber Eats. Very nice.

After dinner I told him to strip to his panties and go to the timeout wall. Timeout is deliberately in a more public part of the house: the living room near an exterior window.

My husband complained, "can't we skip that today?" he whined. He really disliked "boring" timeout.

"No. Timeout. Now. Go."

"How long?" he asked with a moan in his voice.

"Longer now," I told him, shaking my head.

He went to timeout as he was told and glued his nose to the wall. I did not start the timer yet. I needed to nip this disobedience in the bud. I was not to be trifled with. I decided his timeout would be both longer and more uncomfortable as a result of his backtalk.

I went upstairs to fetch the same restraints that June had used. The velcro wrist straps with the buckles to fasten his hands behind his back, the belt to fasten his ankles together, and I added a ball gag and his bra and falsies. I brought all that downstairs.

I pulled him away from the wall, had him kneel, and put the ball gag tightly on him. I then stood him up, put his bra on him, and put in his inserts to fill him out to a nice cup size (technically DD, but given his large frame, more the appearance of a C-cup on a normal sized lady). I pushed him back up against the wall, mashing his tits. Then I put him into his wrist restraints, brought his wrists behind his back, and fastened them together. Finally I knelt down at his feet and tied his ankles together tightly with the belt. I made him hop back a few paces. I retrieved a packing box with some stuff in it and placed it against the wall. I made him hop so that his toes were against the box. I took a large coin and put it against the wall and told him to hold it there with his nose. Quite similar to the Sardax image.

https://www.sardax.com/

If the coin dropped, I warned him, I would give him a spanking, and then he would restart his timeout from the beginning, and he would still have his real spanking coming. He knows I'm serious about that from previous experience.

With his feet away from the wall, his nose against the wall, and no use of his hands, he was in a very awkward situation with his butt stuck far out, his back arched, and his weight pushing into his nose. With the ball-gag combined with his nose pushed so into the wall, his breathing was laboured. This was a real punishment timeout!

"I'm setting the timer for 20 minutes this time, david, five more than yesterday, starting now. As you're standing there I want you to compare today's timeout to yesterday's, and ask yourself why today's is so different. You think on that, and then depending on your decisions tomorrow we can either go back to the old way, or continue doing it this way. Entirely your choice, sweetheart."

I watched his full twenty-minute timeout.  After the first five minutes his knees were shaking and his ass was wiggling, but the coin stayed up. "Fifteen more minutes," I told him. I heard a groan-like sound through his ball gag. "Ten more minutes." For the last ten minutes he was sweating badly, and shaking. "Five more minutes." he was groaning and moaning. "And time," I said as the alarm went off. I had him drop the coin into my waiting hand and I helped him to stand straight and turn to face away from the wall.

He looked very pathetic standing there, sweating, wriggling in pain, facing me in his skimpy little panty jammed up his crack and with his balls hanging out, hands bound behind his back, ankles bound tightly together, and ball-gagged.

For all you discipline freaks out there, a timeout like this is nasty, and is an excellent "for real" behavioral deterrent in an otherwise kinky relationship. I knew he would go right into timeout, lickety-split, when told to for the rest of the week. Kinky punishment can be fun and sexy, but this was something apart that he had no desire to experience again!

I put his spanking chair in the middle of the living room and collected the hairbrush I keep nearby. I sat on the chair and beckoned him over. He had to hop, hop, hop to get to me, the little bunny. I spread my legs and he first sunk to his knees, and then toppled himself over my left knee. His hands were still bound behind him so he was very awkward. I hiked him up higher onto my left knee and then clamped my right leg down on top of both of his legs. His head was dangling down towards the carpet. He was unable to support himself given his hands were restrained behind his back. I started rubbing the hairbrush across his cheeks. Bound and gagged as he was, and fully clamped down, he wasn't going anywhere or saying anything.

This time I decided to keep his panty up, but I used the little string at the back as a handle and pulled it up deeper into his crack and held it there for his spanking. The spanking was fast and strict. Fifty strokes, alternating cheeks. By the end he was crying out into his ball gag and kicking his tied-together legs like a frantic mermaid to the extremely limited extent he could. There was literally no way out for him. He was completely under my power the entire time. I could have done anything to his ass. But I am a merciful wife, and stopped after 50 hard, blistering strokes just as I intended to.

When I was done I unfastened his wrists so that he could stand. I then took off his ball-gag and told him to sit on the floor and remove the belt from around his ankles.

He stood in front of me. His penis and testicles both hanging out of his panty.

"It was extremely unpleasant for me to have to give you timeout like that, david. Do you understand why I did it?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"Why did I have to do it?" I asked.

"Because I back-talked you, ma'am," he answered correctly.

"Yes. For your information, while you're being panty trained I have zero tolerance for backtalk, do you get that?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Will you be back-talking me tomorrow when I tell you to go into timeout?"

"No Ma'am!"

"Good. Now go up and wash your panties and then you may watch tv in the family room for a bit, but I want you bare for that. No red panties. No robe. Got it? Bare."

"Yes Ma'am."

"We won't be having sex tonight, but tomorrow is Friday, and we'll have sex then. I'm going to make you suck my cock, and then bend you over for bum sex. And we'll be using Adam for all that. Do you want to take the opportunity now to complain at all about my choice of Adam for tomorrow night?"

"No ma'am."

"Good girl."

Three days in this was feeling much more 24x7 than I was used to, but I was enjoying my power trip! He was funny sitting there in front of his tv set, all bare like that and me with all my clothes on.

As he was watching tv, I phoned my sister Sue and told her roughly what we had been up to, including our meeting with June. I told her I had lots of pictures and she was dying to see. We arranged for her to come by Saturday evening for panty training and a picture show!

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Friday
Friday morning was another good keto, fat, and weight day. david 's bum was still a bit rosy and he said it was sore and itchy which I enjoyed hearing. He put his little panty on again. He was getting to hate that little panty and the way it cut into his crotch and crack!

We had a dinner out that evening with friends and did not return until fairly late. I did tease him a bit during dinner. I whispered in his ear, "panties in a bunch?" He confirmed they were.

After we got home I more or less let him off the hook owing to the hour, making him only wash his panties before bed. When we were in bed I told him the good news and the bad news. The good news was that his promised sex with Adam was postponed until tomorrow. The "bad news" was that my sister was invited over tomorrow to help me panty train him. She would see him in his panty. Then he would setup a picture show for her on the big tv of all the photos I took during our time with June. Finally, after the picture show, she had agreed to take him over her knee for his spanking.

"Ummm... what about... sex, ma'am?" he asked.

I reached my hand over to him and his penis was hard. It was a treat for david to have my sister make an appearance. He has a big crush on the "two sisters" together. Ha ha! Given his excitement, I added that I would leave it up to Sue if she wished to watch david perform his wifely duties tomorrow with Adam or not.

[to be continued...]

[continued from part 2]
In which my husband is thoroughly panty trained in front of my sister, plus a surprise!

After a meeting with a blog fan named June in which my husband was thoroughly dominated by her as I watched (Fangirl Dominates Hubby!), we decided that a proper capstone would be a full week of panty training. I also mentioned that I would get my sister involved if I could, and that happened on Saturday, and something a bit more as well that I am excited to tell you about shortly.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to publish this. I actually wrote the bulk of it the day after, but because of some work stuff this week it took me a while to get back to adding in the photos and proofreading and all, but finally ready to hit Publish now. This is the last installment, and I am focusing mainly on Saturday which was the most fun and different with a "it never rains but pours" vibe! I also have the latest installment of the fiction story "The Bargain" in my hands to edit, so that's coming up soon as well.

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Saturday

We woke up Saturday morning and my husband went through his usual morning routine. Due to our night out on Friday he put on a few pounds despite his calorie count being more or less inline. This sometimes happens due to the timing of the eating and the type of food (e.g., more salty). It's not "overnight fat gain" or anything like that. Nonetheless, it was an increase in weight of almost two pounds in a day so he had to suffer the consequences. 😈

I mock scolded him and pulled him off the scale by his ear. We were both completely nude. I made him face the sink and bend over, putting his hands on the counter. I encircled his waist with one hand and I spanked him with my other. As I was doing this, I was conscious of my own bare breasts rubbing against his upper back and side. I then picked up the hairbrush from the countertop and gave him about twenty zingers on his bare behind. "Do better!" I told him. tee hee.

I made sure he had on his panty for the day, of course. As I helped him into it I reminded him that my sister Sue was coming by for dinner tonight, and she had promised to help me with his panty training. I told him to be ready for "anything", which is code for cleaning out his backside lest he embarrass the both of us!

We went out shopping for the dinner ingredients and I did a bit of preparation. We both goofed off a lot during the day. One of david's tasks however, was to load the photos I had taken of June and he, and prepare them so that we could show it as a slide show on the big TV in the family room. These were the full resolution, un-cropped and un-blurred photos. david in all his glory. I'll replay the slide show for you below in case you missed it.

Sue came by near dinnertime. We heard the knock on the door and I sent david to open it. I was in the kitchen doing some final preparations. I did a real double take when I heard another female voice!!!

Sue had brought a friend of hers! I put down what I was doing and went over to see. Sue had not mentioned this at all. My reaction was one of excitement and "oh goody!". Not in the least upset!

I was introduced to Valerie. Valerie looked to be a bit younger than us, maybe late twenties. She was a slim and petite brunette with a nice figure and smaller breasts, wearing a fairly conservative dress, and she wore glasses. We found out later that she was a schoolteacher! But isn't that just perfect?!? A prim and proper (on the outside), grade four, as it turned out, schoolteacher. Actually, she was just subbing for now as it takes quite some time to get a full-time position anywhere near Toronto. But my goodness, what a scandale.


Sue is of course tall and skinny and blonde and in her early forties (but looking much younger) and was wearing pants and a blouse. Sue and she both took their boots off and put on their heels. We conducted them into the living room and they each took a seat. I told david to sit as well and entertain Valerie while Sue and I fetched the appetizers and opened the wine.

My husband did not, of course, know what to make of Valerie. Was he to be panty trained in front of her as well??? Was Valerie just a vanilla guest, and panty training was off? He did his best to make small talk with her.  Later on he told me he was not at all sure of the situation, but observed that she had a tiny little smirk on her face as she talked with him. It didn't help that the spanking chair was all set out facing the room, opposite the couch where she was sitting, right in front of the fireplace, with my big spanking hairbrush lying across the seat!

I went with Sue into the kitchen and from there further into the family room where we could talk without being overheard.

"Who's Valerie?" I asked in an excited whisper.

"Just a friend. We've messed around. I hope you don't mind that I brought her over uninvited?" said Sue.

"No. Not at all. But is she here to, you know..." I enquired.

"Yes, if you want her to," she said. "She's good. I told her about what we had planned for him, and she thought it sounded like fun to come and watch. I thought it would be fun for you guys also if I brought her around unannounced. I hope that was ok?"

"Oh it is!" I told Sue. What an understatement! "A wonderful surprise! Should we still do everything we planned?"

"Definitely," said Sue.

"I was also going to ask, I was thinking of using my strap-on while you watched, if you were ok with it, but what do you think with Valerie here?" I ventured.

"I'm definitely ok with it, and I told her that you do that to him. I was hoping you would. I wanted her to see it. I think it would turn her on," she said.

Ha ha. The subtext was that Sue was no doubt taking Valerie home with her afterwards, and wanted to heat her up for the nocturnal activities!

"But only if you're comfortable with it," Sue continued, "and you think david would be ok with it as well," she added.

"Well, I don't know how comfortable he'll be seeing as I was planning on using the big dildo, but Valerie being here to see it will only make it that much better."

And so that was all settled regarding the activities for the evening. And as it turned out, we had not misjudged, Valerie was entertained by it all, and david got his schoolteacher kink on!

Valerie being excited to see this is another data point for something I have observed for a while now. Women, and especially younger women (who tend to be more sexually open minded in my experience), are always very keen and comfortable to see a husband being dominated by a wife so long as they believe it is a 100% safe environment for them.

Think of it this way. If a guy was invited by a couple to watch a pretty bare naked woman being dominated (safely and consensually) by their partner, what guy would ever pass up on seeing that? Add in the physical and emotional safety factors from a woman's point of view, and you get the same thing. It's fun, kinky, exciting, different, an experience, and safe. Under those conditions there are many, many young women who would want to watch, and Valerie appeared to be one of them. It's just that setting up all the right conditions is tough.

Sue has a great track record of finding interested women as she is out and about more than I and has intimate relationships from time to time. She also has a kinky streak in her and looks for it in her love interests as well. We have played with previous girlfriends and friends of hers. I think she gets a kick out of "showing off" our kinky relationship, which is just fine by us. Makes her cooler and more "edgy" in front of her friends. By all means, use us and abuse us!


Sue and I plated the appis and opened the wine and brought it all into the living room where david and Valerie were talking.

I turned to david and said, "why don't you go upstairs to the bathroom for a few minutes while I have a talk with Valerie and Sue, ok baby?"

He promptly got up to leave. He could imagine what we would be talking about, but would not be allowed to hear it.

I held up my finger waiting for david to go upstairs, into our bedroom, close the door, and go to the bathroom.

When I lowered my finger Valerie spoke first, "I hope I'm not putting you out showing up uninvited like this, but Sue thought it would fun for it to be a surprise."

"We talked just now. It's exciting for us. The more the merrier," I said. "And Sue said she told you all about our plans for the evening and you were ok with that?

"Definitely. It's exciting for me too!" she enthused.

"I plan on fucking him with my strap-on. Is that cool?" I asked.

"Oh no! The poor guy. In front of me? Sure!" She still seemed enthusiastic.

"You can't take pictures or tell anybody about it, ok, at least not tying our names or anything to it?" I confirmed.

"Oh no, of course not!" she said quickly, and then added conspiratorially, "I know how to keep a secret, and I'm sure you guys do as well – it wouldn't do for anybody anywhere near work to know what I get up to in my spare time either."

It's at this point that I found out that she was a schoolteacher and got into some of the details. And she was likely right. A primary school teacher involved in such kinkiness? Even nowadays that would not be cool to have that get out, unfortunately.

I poured the wine and offered the appetizers and the conversation continued about her job and more vanilla matters.

david returned and I told him, "sweetie, why don't you go set another place at the dinner table for Valerie." Normally as the hostess I would have done that much more discreetly. But this was my way of telling him the conversation was concluded and Valerie would be "staying for dinner" with all that entailed. He went to do it.

When david returned he said, "did you know that Valerie is a schoolteacher?" and I told him I did. I could tell he was titillated by the prospect of having the pretty young schoolteacher "staying for dinner".

Small talk continued with a shift a bit towards current events. I was back and forth to the kitchen. I was making my famous Honey Mustard Chicken with Quinoa, which is actually quite quick to pull together.

Before too long I announced dinner was ready and we all made our way to the dining room. The conversation continued throughout dinner. It was a bit surreal, as the tension and expectation was palpable, yet completely unspoken. And david still was not 100% sure anything would happen, or the scope of activities planned if they were. We served mixed berries for dessert with a second bottle of wine, a pink proseco, and as that was coming to an end I thought I'd start the proceedings.

"david, why don't you stand up now, go to the head of the table where we can see you properly, and tell us what you have on underneath your pants."

Oh my, but he blushed. One moment he was a functioning adult, the next he was put (literally) on the carpet. david stood up at the table and moved to the spot indicated. I was seated at the opposite head of the table, Sue on my left, and Valerie on my right (david's place had been next to Sue, on the side of the table, I would not allow him to occupy the head, saying we should be closer together).

"Ummm... well..." he stammered, "it's a pair of, of, oh my uh, p...p...panties."

That tortured extraction elicited a little laugh from all three of us.

"Why on earth are you in panties?" I asked him facetiously.

"We had a visitor come who Julie knew online and she, um, sort of put me in the panties and then they said I needed to wear them for, like, a week, so that's still going on."

I looked over at Val and Sue and they were both smiling broadly. david was visibly blushing and squirming. Pure husband torture.

"And what happened to the underwear you were wearing that day?" I asked him.

"June, that's her name, sort of took them home with her..." he said.

"Yes she did. A trophy." I said.

"Yes Ma'am"

"david prepared a little picture show for us for after dinner in the family room of our time with June, didn't you sweetie?"

"Yes Ma'am, are we still, um, showing that?" he asked, knowing the answer seeing as how I'd just raised it.

"I wonder. Those are very naughty pictures, aren't they david? Do you think you should show them to Valerie?" I asked.

"No Ma'am," he answered.

"No, definitely not suitable for a grade four schoolteacher, are they? There are some pictures of parts of you that only your wife and Doctor has any right to see. Say nothing of photos of you being spanked across June's knee, and put in panties, and tied up, and even more. What do you think Valerie, should we make him show them to you? A little show and tell?" I asked her.

"Oh yes," she answered with a broad smile. "and I think he wants to also," she added making pointing motions at his crotch which was quite "bulgy" from what was going on underneath. david unconsciously hunched a little and moved his hands slowly in front of himself.

"No. Hands at your sides, naughty boy," I said. He painfully moved his hands away from his crotch, slowly as if they were stuck in molasses.

"And tell me david, what do I call it when I put you in panties for a week?" I asked him.

"P... p... panty training, ma'am," he got out.

"That's right! You're being panty trained. And why do I panty train you, sweetheart?" I was really drawing out the torture!

"So I won't get too big for my britches," he said.

"Such a clever boy," I said. "And what goes along everyday with panty training?"

"I have to handwash them and hang them to dry, and wear them during the day," he answered.

"And what else," I persisted. That was really the least of it.

"Ummm, I have to face the wall in timeout." he said. True. He was really avoiding the spanking part, though, wasn't he!

"Yes you do," I confirmed. "You have to get undressed down to nothing but your little panty and face the wall for fifteen whole minutes, don't you? Like a naughty little girl. Is that very boring david?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"And what happens after timeout, david?" I insisted.

"And, and then you, um, s... s... spank me..."

At this point Valerie chimed in with the grade four schoolteacher's perspective, "Oh I shouldn't, but sometimes how I wish I could do that to some of my kids," she said. Now that was inappropriate! Ha ha!

Me, if I was a schoolteacher! :-)

"And what else special happens during panty training, david?" I persisted.

"um... I mustn't back-talk you, ma'am?" Ha! He was avoiding something...

"No you mustn't," I confirmed, "or you get the strap."

"She's nasty with that strap," chimed in Sue.

"No, I was thinking of something else," I continued. "Put on your thinking cap and tell us all what it is..." He knew what it was.

"Um... we do sex different?" he ventured. Getting there, but not good enough yet.

"Tell me in what way sex is different, sweetheart, be clear," I told him, "or I'll bend you over for a strapping on your bare bum, and you'll be crying, and Valerie will see what Sue meant by calling me 'nasty' with it."

david looked at his feet and said, "you put on your strap-on dildo, and you make me suck it, and then I have to bend over and you have sex with me in the bum with it..."

Both Sue and Valerie spontaneously applauded when he said it.

"Ok, I think we've tortured you enough for now, sweetheart. Go get the picture show ready for us while we clean up," I said.

david moved away quickly and we girls tidied up. As we were finishing I excused myself to go upstairs and prepare. I put on my exercise gear, including my yoga pants, and gathered up the dildos and the other necessaries, putting them into a little red gym bag. I came downstairs and we all went into the family room where david was ready for us with the original photo of June on screen.

There she is. That's June.

I can't show you guys the whole picture here. But above is the equivalent cropped version. The full version david had on the screen had more of her house, down to her feet, and included her head. The same is true for all the other photos as well. A lot more clarity and context than what I can show here.

"You look ready for action," said Sue, commenting on my sporty attire.

"Well that bum isn't going to spank itself," I said.

I directed Sue and Valerie to sit on the couch directly facing the TV, and then I told david to go sit on the couch between them. It was a tight fit! Sue reached over and rubbed his thigh saying, "I'm excited to see this!"

"Feel free to grope him," I told the ladies, and added, "but david, you keep your hands to yourself," as if he needed to be told.

Sue reached into david's lap, rubbed, and said, "oh, you're excited too, I can feel! Val, feel for yourself."

Val tentatively reached over and copped a feel of david's crotch herself. "he is," she confirmed. She gave it a little rub as well and kept her hand on his thigh, rubbing him absentmindedly, often on his dick, as did Sue. david was in heaven getting groped like this.

I explained who June was and the circumstances of meeting her. I then continued into the picture show.

There's his bare bum over June's knee. She stripped him naked and got right down to business.

There's the view you get when you spank a guy. You can a sort of see his little bum hole. We have better pictures of that later.

Cute bum, isn't it?

How was her spanking david? Did she have a hard hand?

I guess she did. There's his ass a few minutes later looking nice and pink!

He had to sort of spread his legs to keep his balance. June took advantage of that and gave him a few to the inside of his near thigh.

That's me, feeling the heat.

June showing off the view.

Then she got my big paddle out.

Here it comes...

On its way...

CRACK!

She brought those for him. Panty training time! Look at his red cheeks.

June wrestling him onto her bed. No nonsense arm hold there.

And then tying him up. Don't you love the knee in his back?

Wrists bound. Little panty on.

Now his ankles...

A nice tight belt around them.

We gave him a flogging. No pictures :-( Then June unties him

And turned him over. What have we here? A very excited boy by the looks of things!

She cropped his cock...

and his balls.

Then trampled them!

Getting her heel right in there. He was so scared, but she didn't hurt him.

Then back across her knee for another spanking. See how his arms are still tied up? He needed to spread his legs even more for balance. Nice ball sac. A bit tighter than before, no?

And a legs spread cropping to his balls.

Exploring his bum hole.

And a good finger fucking to loosen him up!

Panties back in place

Oral sex!

Nice and deep

Then she stuck a dildo into his rear end. The other one was still in his mouth. He had to hold it there.

And made him jerk off. What a little monkey!

Jerk, jerk, jerk...

June made him pose his cock.

And held it in her hand for scale

Now back at it

She sat up near his face. Didn't have any panties on. What a view! He tried to cop a feel but she shut him down.

Feeding him a cock while he was pleasuring himself.

Made him gag.

He lost his erection a bit from that. But those balls look pretty full with cum!

She lightened up and he spewed cum, then had to eat it!

"What a great picture show!" said Sue. I had narrated and david had silently blushed through the whole thing as the women on either side pressed into him and rubbed his thighs and his crotch. They had made a few encouraging comments and observations along the way that had david blushing as well.

"Great pictures. But oh my God, he's such a slut!" said Valerie. Ha ha!

"I'll bet he has his panties on right now," said Sue. "Let's check!" And with that both Sue and Valerie dug under the waistband of his jeans and each pulled up a lacy hem of his panty. "He does!"

"Why don't you ladies undress him down to his panties for a fashion show?" I suggested.

Well I didn't have to ask twice. They both set right on him and stripped off all his clothes, right down to his little white thong panty, with david still seated on the couch.

"Oh my God! They don't cover anything!" said Valerie as david's erect cock and heavy balls came full into view, spilling out of the contours of his panty.

Literally looked like this.

"Bad boy!" said Sue as she gave his shaft a smack with the palm of her hand. The the girls got the idea of making him stand on the cedar chest that was between the couch and the TV and do some modelling for us.

Don't have a photo of that, but this was the view.

He got a very thorough ribbing about his "cute little panties" from both women, who seemed to very much enjoy my husband's predicament. But isn't that what panty training is all about?

"Let's do his spanking first," I offered, "and put him in timeout after with a red bum?"

The ladies agreed.

"Sue, I believe you volunteered to take him across your knee today?" I said.

"I did," she agreed. "May I use the big wooden spoon?"

"Oh no please!" begged david as soon as he heard that. The spoon Sue is referring to is a big wooden salad spoon that hurts like the dickens. I had experienced it myself once and can vouch for that. It is by far Sue's favourite spanking implement.


"Of course," I answered, "I should have known. But why don't you warm him up with your hand first? Or maybe Valerie wants to do that?" I ventured.

"Sure!" she said.

Sue took david's arm and helped him step down from the cedar chest.


My sister helping out the "little damsel" dressed in nothing but her panty was cute. She had Valerie sit on the chest and then had david drape himself across her lap. They adjusted position a bit to get comfortable and then Valerie laid her hand on his butt.

"Why don't you pull her panties down first?" I suggested. I had seamlessly transitioned to referring to my husband with feminine pronouns and nobody seemed to notice.

"They won't protect her much," said Valerie with a chuckle, picking up on my use of "her" to refer to david.

"It's the symbolism," I said. "When a girl is about to be spanked, it drives the point home better when she gets her panties lowered, even if they are just a tiny thong."

Valerie grabbed the little string on either side of his panty, and yanked the back down to below his ass cheeks. "You're right," she said, "it is better this way."

She then flattened out her palm and began smacking his cheeks. The technique was unpracticed, but we were not about to criticize. We were very much enjoying the show, david across the knee of a fourth-grade schoolteacher!

As she smacked him I left to go fetch the wooden spoon. I got back and handed the spoon to Sue. We watched as Valerie pinkened his backside. She seemed to enjoy doing it.

"Is that good?" she asked.

"Perfect," I said. "Pull her panties back up now before she stands up."

Valerie pulled them up and arranged them nicely, tugging the thong back up into his crack.

david stood, then Valerie got up and Sue took her place. Sue had an evil smile on her face as she smacked the bowl of the wooden spoon into her palm.

"Please not the balls!" begged david.

Oh dear. Last time he got a couple of strokes from the bowl of the spoon right onto the backs of his balls. Scaredy cat.

"We'll have to see," said Sue with another smile. "You're not off to a good start, giving me ultimatums like that."

"I'm sorry Ma'am!" begged david, not wanting to get on her "bad side" just then. He draped himself across her lap.

"Julie, am I allowed to smack his balls with the wooden spoon for that?" asked Sue of me.

"Of course," I answered. I trust Sue to be measured.

"Do you hear that david?" asked Sue. "You wife says I'm allowed to smack your balls with the spoon, are you going to say I'm not allowed?"

"no ma'am..."

"How many smacks to the balls should you get for complaining like that?" she asked him.

"ummm, uh, one ma'am?" answered david, reluctantly.

"No. I think two smacks is more appropriate, don't you agree?" As she asked this, she yanked his panty all the way down towards his knees and she reached her hand between his legs and gave his testicles a tight squeeze.

"yes ma'am!" said david, a little frantically in a high-pitched voice as Sue clearly squeezed his balls.

"I'll give you two smacks to the balls with the wooden spoon after I'm done spanking your butt. Deal?"

"yes ma'am!" he said again, Sue not having let off on the pressure yet.

Sue released his testicles, moved the spoon to her right hand, and began laying into him. It was a real scorcher! The spoon leaves distinctive oval marks that over time merge into a canvas of red and then turn white in the centers. She started slowly, one smack at a time. Then she upped her tempo and intensity and that had him bouncing over her lap and screeching like a big baby.


During the spanking, Valerie's mouth sort of hung open but with a smile in her eyes. At one point she said, "holy shit, he likes that?" I answered, "uh huh".

"Ok, david," said Sue, "only two left, and you know where these ones go..."

"Oh no, please, no, please," pleaded david.

She pulled his panty down to his ankles and then right off his legs. "Spread your legs," she told him. He did so, reluctantly. She reached between his thighs with her hand and pulled out all his junk, then told him to close his legs again. He did so, trapping his penis and testicles there for all the world to see. She flipped the spoon around so that bowl side was facing his testicles and she rubbed it on his balls. "Two good smacks," she reminded him.

"No please! Not hard. Please!" he pleaded.

I thought this might not go so well. If she smacked him hard enough for him to know he'd been smacked, it would be bad. But if she smacked him overly lightly, it would be a joke and she might lose his fear and respect. Don't promise what you can't carry out!

"Wait, I have an idea," I said, trying to save the day. I ran into the kitchen and came back with a light bamboo rice paddle.


I showed it to Sue and him and said, "How about two hard ones with Sue's wooden spoon, or a spanking on your balls with this. Your choice. Is that ok, Sue?"

"Yes, either one, you choose david," she said obligingly.

"the littler one, please," said david wisely.

I took the big spoon from her and gave her the little one. She smacked her own palm experimentally with it to get a feel for it. "This'll do," she said. Then she laid it down on his balls and rubbed circularly. She then started lightly swatting his balls very rapidly. david reacted predictably by wriggling and screeching. The blows were not hard enough to injure at all, but according to david afterwards they felt like a horde of little bees stinging his sensitive ball sac.

Sue was having fun. She picked up his penis shaft, stretched it out, and held it in the palm of her hand. She then started spanking the underside of his circumcised cocktip. She was very fast and light. Maybe three per second. That fast: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. She turned it up and over and smacked the topside: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. She handed the paddle to Valerie. "You try," she said. Sue held david over her lap and cupped his balls first in the palm of her hand. Valerie bent at the waist and copied Sue with a tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap to his balls. Then Sue held his cocktip for her and tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap again. She turned it: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Valerie laughed in glee as she swatted him. Poor david was getting his genitals very soundly swatted by these two very mean ladies! He was writhing and yelping the whole time.

"Can you believe this?" asked Sue of us, holding his penis shaft in her hand. It was hard as anything.

"Oh david, how embarrassing for me," I said. I made him stand up and stand straight with his hands at his sides. His panties long discarded. His cock stood straight out, throbbing. The tip was purply red coloured and very engorged.


"Put your panties back on," I told him. He did so, but they did nothing to hide his throbber from view. I went into my gym bag and pulled out my big dildo, Adam.


I went to a nearby wall and put Adam's base against it just at david's mouth height. I  indicated for david to come over. He knew what to do. He put his lips around it in a big "O" and held it like that against the wall. "There, that's what you get for having such a misbehaved cock in front of Sue and Valerie." I pulled the thong panty higher up into his buttcrack as I said that. I then got out the wrist restraints from the bag and fastened his wrists behind him so that he would not be able to assist keeping the dildo up with his hands at all. He needed to work that mouth instead. "If that dildo falls, you get the strap," I warned him.

I then went back into the bag and fished out his butt vibrator.



I pulled his panties down to just below his butt. I had him scoot his feet out a little so he was bent over. He needed to bring the dildo down with him using only his mouth. I lubed his butt hole and the vibrator, and then stuck the vibe in there and turned it on to the "fuck me" setting:
The big shaft up his butt vibrates for the "Deeeeeeee", then the little perineum tickler does the short "Duh". We find it most simulates the "being fucked" sensation. Innnn out, Innnn out, like that.

I pulled up the panty so that it held the vibe into his butt somewhat, and left him there saying, "you have fifteen minutes in timeout, then we're coming back and I'm making you my little bitch in front of Sue and Valerie." There. Let him think about that with a dildo in his mouth and a vibe up his butt!

The ladies and I left him there. The timeout with the vibe was essential to loosen his butt up enough to be able to take Adam when the time came.

We went back to the living room and we poured some more wine and we discussed what had transpired to date. Valerie expressed a delighted incredulity at the severity of the spanking that Sue doled out with the big wooden spoon. She also said it was fun smacking his dick with the little paddle (!)

"Shall we dress him up for his fucking?" I asked them. "Some cute lingerie?"  They thought that was a great idea. I took the ladies up to our bedroom and I showed her david's collection of frillies. I told them we should pick out a cute "fucking outfit" for my husband that we could dress him in. The ladies chose his white corset and a pair of white stockings to go along with it for a "bridal" theme. I made sure they had his silicone breast inserts as well lest the cups collapse.


We went back down to david with our loot. I took the big dildo in my hand and set him loose from timeout, removing the restraints from his wrists. Sue and Valerie pounced on him and started dressing him up. So cute and virginal all in white! The corset is a tight fit, and gave him a very shapely, womanly figure. The stocking with the suspenders attached to the corset framed his ass perfectly.

As they were doing that, I took my strap-on harness out of my gym bag and attached it around my hips on top of my yoga pants.


"Get on your knees," I said. "Suck my dick".

david knelt in front of me and moved to put his mouth on Adam.

"Get busy," I said, smacking his face with my cock.

david put his lips around my cock and started blowing me.

"She's greedy for your cock," said Valerie. Ha ha!

Indeed, david did a decent job, showing a fair amount of enthusiasm and a genuine effort to deep throat. He gagged a few times, especially when I held his head and face fucked him. All this while the vibrator was still working its magical ways in his soon-to-be-abused butt hole. I would need to recharge it tonight.

"Do it just like those porn stars you like to watch," I told him.

david increased his enthusiasm accordingly, gobbling cock like a little demon girl!

"That's enough for you, you greedy little mouth whore," I told him. "Go bend over the back of the sofa."

david blushed like a virgin on his honeymoon, but went and did as he was told, bending over the back of the sofa with his hands on the seat. Such a sight, so cute, in his corset, stockings, and suspenders outlining his bright red vibrator-plugged ass.

I went up to him and removed his panties. "Find a place for these," I told Sue, handing her his panties. She knew exactly what I meant, and stuffed them into david's mouth. I grabbed the vibe and started working it in his ass, twisting it around, screwing it in, pulling it almost all the way out, then pushing it back in while twisting and twizzling it. david moaned and complained as I did this, but he would thank me later. At a certain point his ass gets so loose that you can pull the vibe all the way out and then jam it all the way back in again, and his asshole stays gaping open as you do it. We had reached that stage with david. I demonstrated this effect to the ladies and said, "what do you think, is she ready?" They both agreed she was. Valerie looked fascinated by the whole thing.

I removed the vibe and put in in a paper towel I had prepared. I then lubed my cock and dribbled more lube into his gaping open bum hole. Sue and Val both had a bird's eye view of his humiliating penetration. I spread his cheeks with my hands and put the bulbous head at the distended entrance to his rear passage and I pushed it in. He yelled out a bit but it slid in readily enough. I encountered resistance as I pushed it a bit deeper and he went rigid with pain, so I just let it rest there for a moment or two as his asshole relaxed to take the big intruder. Once he had relaxed into it a bit I grabbed his hips and started pumping.

"Oh, you're screwed now," said Valerie. "He sure is," added Sue.

Adam is hard to take, and david was a real trooper. It's embarrassing for him to be deprived of this very last vestige of masculinity, and have to endure being screwed like a lady by his wife as his sister-in-law and her friend looked on. I wasn't going to let him off easy, though. I gave him a very proper screwing. Long, fast, hard. I totally made him my bitch.

"I've never seen a woman do that to a guy," I heard Valerie say to Sue as I was fucking him.

"And what do you think about it?" asked Sue back.

"I think it's fucking amazing!" answered Valerie. "Fucking" amazing indeed.

I finished up his fucking and pulled out. He had known the fucking was a strong possibility tonight, and he had cleaned himself out thoroughly before Sue's arrival. Nothing embarrasses him more than a shitty asshole in front of my sister. So he was clean despite the force of his fucking.

I put him on his knees in front of me, facing my big cock. I removed his panty gag from his mouth. "Who wear the pants in this family?" I asked him.

"You do, Ma'am," he said.

"Don't you forget it," I said.

His cock was completely flaccid after his fucking (it always is).

"Go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. Take off your lingerie and then come back down bare naked to say goodnight," I told him

"Yes Ma'am," he said, as he rose and shuffled off to do as he was told.

"Oh, and david," I added, pretending what I was about to say was an afterthought (it was not).

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Bring a diaper, a towel, and your baby lotion. You're getting a diapering in front of Sue and Valerie before they leave."

Ha ha! david looked very crestfallen at that, blog people who love diapers. I did this for you!!!!

"You're going to put him in a diaper???" asked Valerie, quite surprised.

"Helps humble him," I said.


Sue, Valerie, and I all went back into the living room to sit and chat while he was doing that. We talked about the scene we had just witnessed. Valerie asked the usual questions I get asked about our lifestyle and such. She seemed to have very much enjoyed the show, and admitted it was "hot".

david came back down totally bare naked, with a diaper and a towel in his hand and a pump-bottle of lotion.


I got up and draped the towel on the living room carpet. Then I took the diaper from his hand and put it down on top of the towel. I made david lie down, tummy up, with his bare behind on the diaper. His cock was rigid with excitement. He loves/hates the humiliating "baby" treatment. I lifted his legs in the air and squirted some lotion in my hand and started rubbing it into his angry red cheeks and between them into his crack. Sue and Valerie looked on with great interest.

I put his legs back down and eyed his genitals. "How's your cock and balls, baby? Do they need a bit of TLC also after mean old Sue and Valerie spanked them?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am..." said my naughty boy. "Attention" in front of Sue and Valerie? Naughty naughty! I was going to rub the baby lotion onto his cock and make him cum for us. But before I could do this, we all got a surprise.

"Wait," said Valerie. "Is it ok if I kiss it better first?" she asked with a giggle.

"Sure," I said, feeling a bit surprised at the request.

"Knock yourself out," said Sue.

david also seemed to have no objection 🙂

Valerie came over to david and knelt on the floor beside him. She took his cock in her hand, leaned over, and gave it a kiss right on the tip.

"Ohhhhhh," said david.

She leaned in again and took the tip of his cock into her mouth and gave it a little suck and lick. david moaned in pleasure again at this, his hard cock throbbing in her small mouth. "Hee hee," she said as she stood up and went back to her seat. david's poor cock was sticking straight up in the air and ready to burst in excitement.

"Ohh, baby!" I said. "Did Valerie get your little cock all excited?"

"Yes ma'am!" he cried out.

"Mommy will make it all better," I said as I squirted lotion in my hand and started rubbing it up and down his shaft and around and across his tip.

"Oh God!" said david.

"Is this ok?" I asked Sue and Valerie, wanting to make sure they were ok with me hand-jobbing david to an ejaculation while they watched.

"No problem," they both indicated.

So I continued gently rubbing, rubbing, rubbing as our two guests looked on approvingly, and before too long he yelled out and squirted. I directed the ejaculate straight up and back down onto his cock and then dribbling down his shaft. I wiped my hand on the inside of the diaper to clean off as much of the ejaculate as I could.

"That must feel good!" said Valerie.

I then closed up his diaper and taped it snugly in place.


"You can sleep in your cummy diaper all night," I told him. "And if you have to pee... in the diaper," I added.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"Now give Sue and Valerie a kiss and then it's bedtime," I told him.

He stood in his diaper and went over to Sue and gave her a peck on her cheek and said, "thank you, Sue."

He then went over to Valerie who offered her cheek for him to kiss. He bent down and did the same to her, thanking her as well. Oh, that was my pleasure," said Valerie. Then she added, "cute diaper," and gave him a pat on his butt.

"Up to bed and lights out. Don't forget to wash your panties and hang them to dry for tomorrow," I added.

He went up. Sue, Valerie and I stayed and talked a bit more and then they headed out to spend the night at Sue's place (score!).

I cleaned up a bit downstairs and then went up to david who was in bed (it was just after 10pm by now). I sat beside him and asked if he enjoyed that.

"Yes. Amazing, you're the best," he said. He asked me if I knew Valerie was coming and told him no, that it was a surprise to me as well.

"I need to pee," he said.

"Ok, go ahead," I told him.

"Ohhhhh"

"Go on, do it," I encouraged him. He seemed to concentrate a bit and then peed his diaper as I watched and stroked his head and encouraged him.

I told him to go take off his diaper and have a shower. I am kind.

And that was my Saturday!

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Sunday, Monday, Tuesday

After that I won't bore you with the rest of the week, because it really doesn't even get anywhere close to Saturday, but only to let you know that I kept him in panties the whole week long, put him in timeout and spanked him every night, and gave him another fucking on Tuesday to round out the week. What an adventure!

Once it was all finally over, he was very relieved and pronounced me mean for doing that. I agreed that it was a bit much as well. He hugged me and said maybe I needed a spanking for doing it. It did not strike me as a terrible idea at the time, so maybe he's not wrong...

As you'll recall, my pen-pal darryl and I have been collaborating on a work of fiction. We are pleased to announce yet another new chapter for your reading enjoyment!

The story is called "The Bargain", and was first presented in Fiction: The Bargain. 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 the immediately preceding episode (Chapter 3), it was the next day at school where things went from bad to worse for our young male protagonist. A haugthy young woman named Stacey Morningstar, whom Darryl called the b-word, had her jock friends take revenge on him by giving him a very public wedgy. After school his sister dealt with him again, but then wound up being quite surprisingly tender with him at the end.

In this latest episode, his sister Julie attempts to deliver on her promise of giving her brother that long awaited blowjob, but is shocked and dismayed with what happens when she tries. Angry with her brother, she increases his punishment by making him beg his worst nightmare, Stacey Morningstar, for forgiveness, publicly and on his knees. Stacey admires Julie's style, and seeks her out, where we learn something very surprising about the haughty Miss Morningstar...

One of the best parts of my blog "job" is interacting with so many kinky gentlemen, many of them quite a bit older than I. When the energy seems right and I am in a certain "mood", I ask them,

write me a "true to life" fantasy, if, say, you and I were to meet for a kinky encounter in a hotel room. You can be top or bottom or switch. Anything goes (I am a big slut either way!). Tell me your ultimate fantasy...

Mostly, when I offer this up, I wind up on the bottom! I wonder why that is 😉?


Below is how a pen-pal of mine, who shall go by the name of Hank, responded. Have a read of the fantasy, written from his point of view, and afterwards we will dissect it and my feelings about it.

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"So you want a Daddy?" I asked of the charming Julie sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop next door to the hotel. She simply smiled and nodded. "A strict Daddy?" I continued.

"A VERY strict Daddy!" This time she spoke and the smile was more mischievous.

"Does this Daddy love you?" I questioned, trying to determine if we were on the same page as two consenting adults.

"Well, I would hope so!" There was the pretense of shock, followed quickly by a mock sniffle of hurt feelings. "What kind of a Daddy would he be if he didn't love his little girl, even though she might be rather naughty quite frequently?"

"And needed to be punished for it?" I finished for her. Now I was smiling. She didn't respond but her eyes seemed to be all but dancing in delight, so I continued. "And you trust me to be very strict and very loving to my naughty little girl? To send you back home to your husband David properly punished and submissive?"

"Fraid' you're not up to it?" she questioned teasingly.

"No, not really," I assured her. "I'm confident I can do the job and enjoy it immensely, but have you considered the possibility I could be too strict or not strict enough for your taste?"

"Sounds like a risk, you'll have to take," she said as she shrugged her shoulders, then cocked her pretty head to one side, as if assessing how I might respond.

"No safe words," I said. For the first time Julie seemed not totally composed and I saw a flicker of nervousness. I remained silent for several seconds. "You'll have to trust me," I finally added.

Now I saw a version of a serious firm, stern, young woman determined to confirm her mettle and perhaps just a bit pissed off that she had been caught off guard. "Okay," she seemed almost to have gritted her teeth. "But you will be the best damn, dom, disciplining, daddy, with plenty of loving aftercare thrown in, or you'll never have another chance to try." Not yet a naughty little girl.

Just for a moment I jerked back at her seriousness but then couldn't resist a chuckle when she was unable to keep from smiling. "That settles it, young lady. I'm taking you home right this minute and you and I are going to have a long and serious discussion about your behavior and the consequences you have coming." The flicker of nervousness had returned and Julie's eyes had widened, as I stood up from the table, gracing her with just a hint of a smile from my otherwise stern expression. I purposely walked swiftly from the café and into the hotel, without looking back to see if she was following. I smiled as I heard the hurried click of heels behind me.

Three women were waiting for the elevator. I held the door for them and then fixed Julie with my best parental frown as she entered. Not too difficult, since I was well-dressed and easily old enough to be her father, and Julie was dressed younger than her age, with a too-short cotton skirt, too tall heels, and an immature hot red lipstick. She actually blushed as she moved to the back of the elevator. The women seemed to exchange concerned glances, not sure what dynamic was occurring between this father and his daughter. I tried very hard not to smile. Despite Julie trying to avoid my gaze, I managed to produce more blushes just by clearing my throat and adopting the pose of an angry parent.

I kept up the pace on the way to the room, trying hard not chuckle, much less smile. I didn't want to do anything to break the spell of the gathering Daddy/daughter dynamic. In a few minutes we'd see if she believed it. I opened the door and held it for her as she entered. As I pushed the door shut, I grasped her left ear lobe firmly between my thumb and forefinger. I moved so quickly that she was almost lifted out of her shoes in surprise. I heard a very satisfying girlish yelp as I moved her to the nearest corner. "Don't worry, little girl, you won't be in this corner long enough to get bored." I could almost hear the wheels turning in her pretty little head. She was trying to decide if she should respond, and if so how.

But I wasn't about to allow her that luxury.

"Lift up your skirt, Julie." I saw the blush reappear and her mouth open in surprise. I only allowed a few seconds as her hands moved uncertainly. I lifted the hem of her short cotton skirt, while moving my right arm well to the rear and then swinging my hand with as much force as I could muster, so my curved palm connected with her panty covered butt cheek with a delicious crack.

"OW!" No wimpy yelp this time. I saw her hands dancing in indecision. Wanting to rub the sting away but sensing that might be a mistake.

"Are you going to obey me the next time I ask you to do something, young lady?" As I said this I was pulling the while cotton panties down so I could inspect the results. She squirmed in embarrassed and indignant protest as I lowered her panties for her.

"Yes, YES" she responded quickly. I allowed her several seconds to realize the incomplete response and then brought my right palm full force against her, now naked left cheek.

"Yes, who?" I questioned calmly.

"Yes, sir, yes Daddy" She made sure to cover both bases as I admired my handiwork. There were two lovely pink hand prints, one on each quivering ivory cheek.

"That's better, sweetheart." I kissed her gently on the back of her neck and felt a shiver, before I continued my lecture. "Now why are you wearing those white cotton panties?" Once more she seemed uncertain, which pleased me greatly. This might be role play but I liked to keep my pretty little costar on her toes.

"Isn't that what a little girl is supposed to wear?" It seemed each new time she spoke, her voice appeared younger.

"Not in my house, you naughty little girl," I assured her. "Naughty little girls like you wear white silk panties with lace around the legs and the waist. Like the pair I've put on the bed, since I was almost certain you would disobey me and wear the wrong kind of panties. Now take those off and throw them on the floor and put on a proper pair of sexy little panties to tease all the other little boys and girls with. It's no wonder I'm going to have to spank you. Aren't you sorry you disobeyed me, you little trouble maker?"

As I spoke she slipped out of the cotton panties, looking back at me nervously, as if half expecting another surprise smack to her bottom. She turned her back to me as she slipped the silk panties up her legs and shimmied them delightfully and securely beneath her skirt. Of course, I had never suggested to her what panties to wear but her doe-eyed response delighted me. '"I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Daddy. I forgot what kind of panties I was supposed to wear. That was very naughty of me."

"Yes, well," I more or less grumbled. Her last line had done it. Up to now I had been so excited and concerned with the scene, the dynamic and how all was going. Now it seemed real and my substantial erection was confirming it. "Nose back in the corner, young lady." She knew I was aroused but I didn't want her staring at it while I was playing parent. I stood behind her and a few inches to the left so I could see her profile and also note her breathing. My mouth was just inches from her ear, so I could speak rather softly.

"Now listen to me, my naughty little girl," I began calmly. "You are about to be properly punished and sent home to David… very sore, very meek, and totally obedient. I don't want a single second of sass from you. Those two little pink handprints on your pretty bottom are just a sample of the chastisement you have coming…Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," There was an audible swallow before the childish response.

"What do Daddies do to their naughty little girls when they misbehave?" I whispered.

"I guess they punish them, Daddy." She moved her head slightly to left, seeming to want to see my reaction and not being able to keep a slight smile off her lips.

"Am I hearing a little bit of attitude from you, little girl?" I said with just enough edge to my voice. And a firm pat to the little girl's behind.

"No Daddy, I want to be your good little girl. I know naughty girls get punished when they misbehave." Now she looked straight at the corner and her breathing had increased slightly.

"Then tell me, Julie, what's the best way a Daddy can punish his naughty little girl. What's the best way to punish a little girl like you when she misbehaves. Tell me exactly what I should do."

The pause was delightful. No matter how many times you may have said the word or hear it, it can cause the heart to miss a beat before saying it out loud to another. "A spanking..." She said it so softly I had to gruffly order her to repeat it, since I hadn't heard it. The cheeks of her face were now pink as she repeated and amended, "A spanking. Daddies should spank their little girls when they misbehave."

"Are you Daddy's little girl, Julie?" Her response was a nervous head shake. "Have you been naughty?" I continued. There was another pause, so I pressed my palm against her buttock.

"Yes sir…uh, yes Daddy…I've been naughty."

"Well then what should I do to my naughty little girl?" I managed to make my tone slightly bewildered as once more I patted the skirt covered behind.

"I think you should spank me, Daddy." There was a thrilling bit of nervousness to her voice and just a few beads of perspiration were on her forehead.

"What kind of a spanking, Julie?" I began. "Just a few swats on your bottom and a couple of minutes in the corner for a naughty, disobedient little girl whose husband sent her home to Daddy to help her learn to be obedient and submissive? Or does this naughty little girl need a REAL spanking. A real good, sound spanking across my knee, with hand and hairbrush. A tear inducing treatment over my lap on those pretty little panties, while your arms flail and your legs kick. And you swear you'll never be naughty or disobey again. Maybe a dose of the belt. A couple dozen stripes across both cheeks. Nice long welts that last for a couple days of burning and a couple more of itching. Something that makes sitting really uncomfortable. Turning that adorable, plump, soft, little bottom so red and blistered that just lowering or raising those cute panties, when you go potty, will make you whimper and think of Daddy. The kind of spanking that not only hurts when you sit down, but even when you walk. So what kind of a spanking should it be, Julie honey? "

She waited, seeming to make sure I had finished. I had purposely pushed up against her ass, so she had to have felt my erection growing along with my description of the choices. "That kind of spanking, Daddy," she finally answered, "I've been a very naughty little girl and I need a very good, sound spanking."

"Now that's what I call a good naughty little girl," I praised her as I pulled an armless wooden chair over from the desk. "Daddy is getting the spanking chair ready for his wicked little munchkin. Now raise your skirt, Honey, Daddy wants to see if your pretty butt still has my hand prints. Those panties are nice and sheer, so I shouldn't even have to lower them to see." Her skirt curtain was slowly raised and most all evidence of those two firm spanks was gone.

"Well, I'm tempted to give you two new ones but I think we best get on to coloring that entire pretty bottom. First I'll get you nice and pink. Next we want to turn that saucy ass a bright red to match your lipstick. But what I'm really looking for is a nice rich burgundy bottom. From a few inches at the top of those tender thighs all the way up and across that gorgeous soft target. Just made to be spanked, hard and often. When I think you've been spanked to perfection by hand, I'll introduce you to my friend the paddle. African hardwood, really thin, incredibly stingy. It'll do two things. First, light that voluptuous bottom ablaze. You'll swear your sweet ass is on fire. Plus it will heat up your pussy. Because I like my little girl's pussy hot and juicy. But don't be impatient. You don't get eaten until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. I want my precious little angel teary and timid. Sniffling and penitent. Bottom burning and throbbing. All that sweet sass and brattiness spanked out of her. Blubbering on my lap as I cuddle her. Promising she'll never be naughty again but not forgetting to thank her Daddy for the spanking."

I was actually licking my lips as I sat down. Dying to slip my hand between her legs, to see if those wispy panties were moist to the touch. "Young lady!" I was using my best parental tone. "Come out of that corner right this minute and keep that skirt raised so Daddy can admire those precious, pretty panties." Now I was the one swallowing, while feeling the sweat gathering on my forehead. What a picture of femininity from the front side. The lace undies were so sheer it was clear my little girl was clean shaven.


Julie approached, a fascinating picture of little girl pretense, with a large helping of sultry tease. I pointed at the spot to my right and she stopped there.

"And just what do you think Daddy is about to do, my naughty little girl."

"I think you're gonna' spank me, Daddy." It was said with a childish pout and a slightly nervous swallow.

"I am indeed, young lady, but just why in the world would I want to put my precious little girl across my knee and spank her tender bottom?"

"Because I've been a naughty little girl?" It was voiced more like a question than an answer.

"As a matter of fact you have been a naughty little girl. But aren't you to old to be spanked?" The proverbial trick question caused a momentary smile from Julie.

"No, Daddy, I'm not too old to be spanked." Her eyes were all but twinkling.

"What do you think would happen if you told me you were too old to be spanked?" I pressed on, also smiling.

"I'd probably get the belt." The answer wasn't quite as childlike.

"You would indeed," I assured her. "And you probably will anyway," I continued, almost casually. "But the main reason Daddies spank their little girls isn't because the little darlings are naughty. It's because Daddies feel like spanking them. They like the feel of their baby girl's soft body resting across their lap, a soft tender bottom ready to be chastised, their girlish lace panties about to be warmed. The poor dear feeling so vulnerable. Not knowing how long or hard the spanking will be. Will she just be spanked with his hand or get the hairbrush, the paddle… or even the strap. Will she be paddled till she breaks down in tears. Or will Daddy stop when she's just whimpering and sniffling. Will Julie be allowed to keep her panties up or will Daddy insist on humiliating her by lowering those silly little undies and blistering her bare bottom. What do you think, Julie?"

"I think I'm gonna' find out." Her eyes were downcast as she said it and that precious little pout had returned, before she added, "You won't spank me too very hard, will you Daddy.?" Now the eyes turned up to face me as her bottom lip turned down, as if to plead, "I haven't been terribly naughty, Have I Daddy?

"Precious, you know that won't keep me from spanking you to tears. It's what all little girls need before they're sent back to their hubby. Besides, I want to make sure when I'm finished tanning your hide, you'll be ready to suck my cock and swallow my cum."

"DADDY! You're gonna make your little girl give you a blow job? Isn't that against the law!"

"You are not only going to give my cock a good sucking and swallow every drop of my cum and then lick my dick clean… if you don't do it with enough energy and enthusiasm, then I will give your tender ass the belt whipping of its life." As I finished my speech and Julie's eyes widened (was it fear or interest?), I swept my right arm around her waist and pulled her effortlessly across my lap. Her palms touched the carpet as she let go of her skirt. My left arm held her steady, while I flipped up her skirt. What a gorgeous sight. Pretty, sexy, delightfully feminine, lace panties were taut across her creamy buttocks. I didn't waste time. I gave her a half dozen very sharp smacks on the exact same spot of the one bottom cheek. I was rewarded with yelps of protest and kicking legs. Then another six smacks to the same spot on the other cheek.


"I'm going to spank the daylights out of you, little girl." I announced. And between each and every word of that sentence, I administered a fearsome stroke to much of that now bouncing bottom. "Why are you being spanked, little, girl?" I used my most intimidating paternal tone.

"Because I've been, naughty?" She responded, already sounding out of breath and trying to turn her head back to look at her disciplinarian.

"No." my reply was said quite calmly but was followed a half dozen wicked spanks right on Julie's sit spots. I was delighted, she twisted, kicked her legs and bucked back and squealed like the little girl she was becoming. Then I continued the lecture: "It's because I'm your Daddy and I can spank this adorable bottom whenever I feel like it. And also so you remember to please me when I push my swollen cock into your mouth. You do want to suck Daddy's cock, don't you sweetheart?" I gave her another dozen on the meatiest part of her, now pink, bottom, to emphasize my point.

"Yes, Daddy, I won't forget to suck your dick. You can stop spanking me now, so I can get busy giving you a blow job."

"Nice try, Julie, but you're putting the cart before the horse." I continued to intersperse my scolding with sharp spanks to make my point. I was pleased to see the young lady's hind quarters were turning from pink to bright red. I continued: "You have to be properly paddled first, honey. Consider this a good girl spanking, a naughty girl spanking, a maintenance spanking, a send you back to your hubby submissive and obedient, spanking. NO, sweetheart, this tender little rear end is just now getting red. I want a deep burgundy before I finish."

On the other end, so to speak, things were going as well as I could have expected. Julie was squirming a lot and had grabbed one of the legs of the chair with her left hand, while her right had attached itself to my ankle. I was rather impressed with how she was taking her punishment. There were plenty of "oohs" and "ahhs" but no yelling, screaming, or begging for mercy. Of course I was only using my hand but I am an awfully effective hand spanker. Plus I know how to vary location, frequency and intensity. At this point, the residual effects of the spanking might not be long term, but sitting right now would be very uncomfortable. Still I was hardly getting started. Also I thought I had a bit of a surprise for the smug Miss Julie. But first I'd have some vocal fun.

"Are you happy you're getting spanked, young lady?" Six really hard, up from the shoulder whacks…right on her pretty little sit spot. Her panty covered butt jerked up and for a brief moment no sound came out of her open mouth.

"I'm absolutely delighted!" Came the pissed off response. I actually had to close my lips tightly to keep from laughing. But it only took me a few seconds to address her insubordination.

"I detect a bit of attitude from you, little lady," I announced in my most paternal tone. "Maybe we should spank that sauciness right out of you. What do you think?" For the first time I gave her a half dozen hard spanks on the back of her thighs, which caused her rump to raise and twist, while the lady's nails on the palm holding onto my ankle dug in painfully. "I asked you a question, little girl! Does Daddy have your permission to spank the snot out of his little girl?" Confident her approval would be quickly forthcoming, I went to town on that pretty posterior. The sounds of my palm striking panties and skin sounded like a string of firecrackers going off.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I should be spanked! I'm a naughty little girl and I need to be spanked!" I won't lie, the sounds of her submission, along with the gorgeous deepening red beneath her lace panties had caused an enormous erection, which I was certain she could feel against her tummy. We were ready for the next step. The spanking continued but much less frantically. Still as firmly but moving all over the shapely target.

"Would my baby girl like to suck her Daddy's cock?" Such a delightful contrast, my sweet query, while my firm right hand continued to spank unrelentingly.

"Yes, Daddy, please let me suck your cock!"

"You're sure, honey? You really want me to push my dick down your throat. What if Daddy spurts or if you choke on my cock, I might have to spank you again. Still want to blow Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy, I want your dick in my mouth. I'll give you a super blow job. I'll take your whole cock all the way down. I won't choke. You can blow your load right in my mouth. I'll swallow every single drop. Please let me suck you off!"

"Okay," I replied, pretending not to be totally convinced. "But I also wanted this spanking to warm up your pussy. Just in case in case I wanted a taste of nooky. Is your pussy nice and hot now?"

Give Julie credit, my newly raised issue did not unsettle her one bit. "Yes, Daddy, I think my pussy is perfect serving temperature right now. You've warmed me up nicely, Daddy."

All this time I had continued to spank my little girl but at a much more leisurely pace. More pauses, the strokes still VERY firm but now I would rub the area I was about to spank before doing it.

I pulled her gently to her feet. She was fidgety, rubbed her bum, and blew air through her pursed lips as if that somehow could cool off her hindquarters. This time I made no attempt to hide my smile. "I'm going to undress you," I announced. Not waiting for a response, I began to do just that. I left her panties to last, pulling them down to her ankles and then having her step out of them. I pushed the lace underwear to my nose and took several deep breaths. Then I found the lace gusset, turned it out and kissed it while Julie blushed. I turned her around to inspect that gorgeous punished posterior. Did she know it was far from over?

"On your knees, honey. You must listen carefully to the rules." As I was saying this, I was taking off my own clothes. "You'll take Daddy's cock in your mouth to suck on and play with. If I tap your head or cheek it means to stop, as I'm about to cum and I don't want to yet. I'll tap you again when you can resume the blow job. I want this to take awhile. When I'm finally ready, I'll spurt my whole load into your mouth. Do not swallow any of it. Keep your lips wrapped around it while I make sure all my cum is out of me and in you. I will slowly pull my dick out and you must not lose a single drop. You hold it until I allow you to swallow… and NOT before. Now get started, baby girl."

Little doubt the rules unnerved her a bit. However, once fully engaged she took to it like a duck to water. Seeming to take it as a challenge to see if she could get me to ejaculate before I was able to tap her. I was enjoying every part of the process. Her eyes, lips, mouth. Now and then her bottom would brush against something or she would just get a twinge and I would get a hurt look from a face filled with aroused penis. Each time I felt ready to cum, I stopped and started her back up. I did this many times. When I felt it was time, I ordered her to suck like she was pulling every drop of cum from both balls. It felt as if my wiener was being pulled right down her throat. Then I came strongly into her. As I pulsed, I grabbed the base of my cock, to make sure it didn't escape Julie's lips. Once sure I was totally milked, I withdrew my cock very slowly from those ruby lips. I instructed my faux daughter up to the bed, lying on her back.

"Open your mouth, I want to make sure you haven't swallowed anything," I ordered pleasantly. I was rather impressed with the quantity of the milky ejaculate in Julie's mouth. "Now listen to me, sweetheart, you must keep all that goo in your mouth. You must not swallow any of it. If you do so without my permission, Daddy will have to give you another spanking and also a belt whipping. Do you understand, little girl?" There was a wide eyed and nervous nod of agreement. It seemed she suddenly realized why I had never taken her panties down while she was across my knee. The spankings were not over… nor were the surprises.

"Spread your legs, baby girl. Daddy wants to see if your pussy is still nice and hot or if I have to warm you up some more over my knee." I saw just a flash of irritation, but her legs moved apart. What an erotic vision! There was just a shiny bit of ejaculate on her lower lip and her pert boobs rose and fell as she breathed. I wasn't quite drooling but close enough. I had to resist the impulse to just bury my face into Julie's sex. Instead I ran just two fingers against those pussy lips and then brought them up to my mouth for a taste. Now I moved her legs further apart and sat on my knees between them. I slipped both hands under her punished backside and felt her body jerk from the contact, and I was sure I had heard her swallow. I couldn't keep from grinning at her look of wide eyed alarm. We both knew she now had most, if not all, of my ejaculate in her tummy. I pretended to ignore that and pulled the lower part of her body up to meet my mouth.

She tasted like sexual cotton candy. Moist and delicious. I let my tongue investigate every nook and cranny. When I was satisfied that she was all but dripping with liquid arousal, I sucked her sex into my mouth. As I sucked and nibbled and licked and pushed my face as far as possible into her intimate opening, I did wonder what she was thinking. Obviously she'd swallowed my cum. And she must have understood I knew it. Was she enjoying being eaten? Letting herself go to ravenous cunnilingus, not thinking about future punishment? Or was she pissed that I had given orders that she couldn't possibly obey. No wonder I hadn't been in a hurry to lower those sexy little panties. A bare bottom spanking was always part of my plan. I took my time. This was an incredibly yummy break from dishing out discipline.

I finally finished my meal. After all it was only fair that I filled my stomach with her delicious dew after she'd put my cum into her tummy. I was also pretty certain she's enjoyed at least one orgasm. If so, poor little Julie would find the next part of her corporal correction a lot more painful. I pretended sad surprise when I ordered her mouth open and discovered little evidence of milky ejaculate. "Julie baby, you have not been Daddy's good and obedient little girl. What did you do with Daddy's cum?"

"I swallowed it", was said with a mixture of daggers and defensiveness.

"Oh, too bad, sweetheart," I shook my head in mock sympathy. "That means Daddy is going to have to gave you another spanking. And I think we best start with the belt." I gave her only a few seconds to digest that while I stacked the two bed pillows in the middle of the mattress. "Come on, honey, on your tummy over the pillows, bottom up." I purposely turned away from the bed to grab my trousers, as if I knew she would obey. When I turned back, she had… but still seemed to stew a bit about my little trick.


I smiled and looked right at her as I pulled the belt, from its loops in one continuous motion. I saw a nervous swallow, not unexpected. This could be very serious discipline. Julie's backside had already lost a lot of its color. I drew my finger across the very top of the butt cheeks, as if to mark the starting point of her chastisement. "Now, sweetheart, Daddy is going to give you a baker's dozen of strokes on this cute butt. Your spanked bottom is already losing a lot of color but I'm going to give you some nice long welts across your naughty rear. They'll keep you company for a few days as a reminder to behave. You only have to count and thank Daddy for each. You know the rules: lose count or don't thank and we start over."

I didn't wait for a response but did get a nod of nervous understanding. My first stroke had a delightful snap and crack to it (perhaps a pop as well). It landed very near the imaginary line my finger traced. Julie's face buried in the pillow for a few seconds, muffling a girlish squeal, then popped up to say, "One" and "Thank you, Daddy." I proceeded quite slowly, trying to make sure I kept my welted lines straight and even. The charming recipient had increasing difficulty in staying in position, while the count and thanks was made with increasing difficulty. At six, I moved to the other side of the bed. Julie was becoming quite teary. I actually felt a bit conflicted. Real sympathy for the mature woman that was suffering… against the lust I felt in disciplining her. Lust won!

When I applied the twelve stroke, I wondered if Julie might not know what a baker's dozen was. But it seemed she did, for each stroke had descended in order from the top of her bottom cheeks to number twelve, right across her sit spot. As I readied the belt for it's conclusion, the lovely lady's bottom seemed to shiver, knowing the final belt whip would be at the very sensitive top of her legs. The mattress buried her scream and when the head came back up tears were brimming and staring to leak. I sat on the bed and moved her head over to my lap. "You took your medicine like a very good girl, sweetheart. Now all we have left is the paddling."

Her mouth moved but no words issued. She obviously was trying to construct an objection, yet knew being uncooperative risked the chance of more severe punishment, possibly even more whipping with the belt. So instead of words I got pleading looks for mercy. "Oh, honey, didn't Daddy promise you the paddle? I should have. It's really a lovely paddle. African hardwood but very thin, so it's less likely to bruise. But boy does it sting…and burn. I don't want to bruise this gorgeous derriere. I want to paint it. I want to brand your pretty butt. Not just my initials on one of your cheeks, I want your sexy ass on fire from Daddy's tough love. That burn is going to overlay those lovely belt welts, so that on your drive home, you won't be able to sit still. So hot you'll want ice packs on your bottom cheeks."

I had gotten up off the bed and picked up the paddle from the night stand and resumed my seat on the spanking chair as I continued the tease/threat: "You know what I'm going to miss, Julie? I'm going to wish I could see you when you need to go potty and have to lower those silly little panties. The first time it will feel like your undies are glued to your naughty bottom. I wish I'd be able to hear the ooohs and aaahs of distress. Then when that scalded bottom first makes contact with the toilet seat  I'll bet you'll yelp, just like you did when I grabbed your ear lobe. I can see you now, squirming as you pee, while mentally cursing your Daddy for blistering your bottom. And even when the pain begins to subside, you'll get lots of itching as that precious booty begins to heal."

"Come on, Baby," I was tapping the paddle against my thigh, "Time to get over Daddy's knee. And bring along those panties. I may need them if you make too much noise." Julie looked absolutely adorable. The pout had returned as she grasped the silky underwear and alighted from the bed. She held the undies in front of her sex as she moved towards me, as if to protect her modesty. God! It made me HOT! The pout was still there but now it actually looked like it belonged on a girl somewhere between six years old and a teenager. I took the panties from her hand and swept her over my lap. For several long seconds I took in the view. I could sense Julie twitching a bit. Perhaps wanting to get it over with. But I took my time, even pushing the cheeks apart to reveal unpunished skin and a perky pink butt hole. If I only had more time, I would love to shove a lightly lubricated dick hard into that butt hole and fuck her till I shot another load into her as she squealed in protest. Then feed her the cum that dripped out .

Perhaps another day. I rubbed the paddle across her buttocks, insisting she relax, as I felt her tensing up. As soon as she obeyed, I struck. It was a short and very sharp stroke with a lot of wrist action. She yelped and gave a girlish kick and tensed once more. I repeated the rubbing and once more insisted she relax. As soon as she did, she got a fresh spank on the other cheek. I repeated this slow discipline for several minutes. During the rubbing I began a relentless scolding: "Such a naughty little girl… punished like a child… what would your girl friends say… your co-workers that think you're a sophisticated adult… I'll bet they'd love to see it… they would probably love to do it to you… a little lady that has gotten too big for her britches… your mother… I'm sure she'd love to paddle you silly for being such a bratty young lady."

She was hot. So was I but in a different, yet nearby, location. As hard as I was with my paddle, it was only the preamble. By now she was twisting, kicking and even flailing a bit. In distress and vocalizing when the paddle landed, but still more or less under control. Then I moved my right leg and allowed her to rest only across my left knee. She knew immediately what was going to happen and began to protest.

"No, Daddy, PLEASE!" It was sincere and music to my ears. She was not going to like this next part, but it was for her own good...

"Now, Baby, you know Daddy needs to do this and you need it." I placed my right leg so that it now rested across the back of both of her legs. I also held her tightly at the waist with my left arm. Now the scolding would be mostly soft, sympathetic and loving. The spanking would be ferocious. There would be breaks but they would be short while I re-secured Julie over my knee, assuring her chastisement was not yet complete, and that she should be brave. It took all my strength to keep her secured, yet she did not try to escape, never stopped calling me Daddy and was arousingly girlish, swearing she would be Daddy's good little girl from now on and tearfully apologizing for being naughty.

Julie's bottom had indeed turned a beautiful burgundy. I could no longer easily see the welts from the belt whipping. Still there was one more color to add before completion. I went to it with what I would call tennis strokes. Short sharp spanks with force but that reverse as soon as they strike flesh, then strike again a fraction of a second later, so quickly the skin has no time to cool. Each volley at each spot is at least two or three times in a row. Soon I was rewarded with the color I desired. Chalk white over a burgundy bottom. Blisters! Many over belt welts. Oh, this naughty girl would be able to sit. But what torture, especially on hard wooden chairs.

Capitulation was complete. The girl across my lap was not seriously struggling, just softly sobbing. I pulled her up gently on to my lap. She jerked when her punished posterior touched my skin and I couldn't resist a chuckle. I got a glare in return but she buried her face into my chest as I kissed her forehead and hair, telling her what a brave girl she was. She squirmed so her punished cheeks mainly hung over my lap while I dried her tears.

I took her to the mirror and showed her how deeply marked her bottom was.


I told her she must now go home and tell her husband everything that had happened here today, and show him her properly spanked bottom.

As we both dressed, I got more glares as she winced and jerked each time a piece of clothing touched a punished part. After a parting hug and kiss, the arousal continued to the very end, as I saw Julie walking very stiffly down the hotel hallway. I wondered how many sympathetic inquiries she might get from others about her obvious discomfort. And could, or would, any of them be able to guess the cause. Might Julie give it away to the more observant, by blushing when they asked if she was alright.

I also wondered if I'd get another chance at being her temporary daddy. She could use a really good ass fucking!

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Ha ha! Is that not wonderful? Here are my reactions.

First, I enjoy it tremendously that I am front and center in an older gentleman's sexual imaginings. I'm sure me posting the occasional nudes (some of them well-spanked) helps the imaginings in that regard!


I absolutely definitely have a thing about older men. I'm talking 60s, 70s, whatever. I am not incredibly visual. I don't notice things in people's appearance that others may. I am turned on by sexy thoughts and sexy actions.

Of course, Hank picked up on my Daddy fantasies. I think most of my long-time blog readers have. I get turned on thinking about my own Dad doing stuff like this to me (blush, blush, blush). Don't get me wrong, he would never, but I might! But I really appreciated that Hank went there because the fantasy of it does turn me on a lot.

Hank included a bit of scene negotiation up front. I liked that to set the stage, although in real-life the negotiations would have been much more explicit and a safeword would always be used by people who have not played many times (and a "red" kept in reserve even so). But as a fantasy, I like that I was told "no safewords". But mustn't let one's pussy overpower one's head when playing!

I also really, really liked, and thought it was extremely sexy, that Hank told me he would "send me back home to my husband David properly punished and submissive." I like that David was included, and that the purpose of the tryst was implicitly as a marital aid. Hank acknowledged my relationship with my husband which felt very safe. Hank was there to play with me, and then send me back home to my husband safe and sound for a good fucking. There would be no risk of Hank falling in love with me or anything. I was there as his plaything. There is also the subtle cuckolding aspect, which I also found very sexy (and even more so when I was unexpectedly required to give head later in the scene).

I liked the confidence Hank portrayed, and how I had to run in my too high heels to keep up with him after he left the table (I would have, too, like a silly little slut). Hank had me dressed a little "Forever 21" with a touch of slut, which I thought was cute, and made me seem more like a younger daughter.

She needs a spanking and a face fucking!

I got myself embarrassed in the elevator with the three older women. That turns me on also. They probably knew we were not really Daddy and daughter. More like sugar daddy and sugar baby. And from the looks of things, sugar daddy was likely to spank his baby back in the room before fucking her good. I can only imagine how disapproving were the thoughts of the old bags in the elevator, with their disapprovals squarely focused on me (there's this societal norm that it's normal for men to get away with whatever they can, but the girls who give it up too easy are somehow at fault!).

When we got to his room it was right into action. I was ear-marched to the corner and told to lift my skirt. It's embarrassing all of sudden to have to lift your skirt and show off your cute little cotton panties to a man you'd only met minutes before. So is it any wonder a girl hesitates?

Well, because I hesitated he lifted my skirt himself and gave me a hard slap to my panty covered right cheek! But then he decided I would need more of a lesson than just that in obeying him.  So as a further lesson in obedience, he pulled my panty down, baring my bum! Instead of only being required to show off my panties, I now had to show off my bare bum in front of him!!!! I was bare bum, in front of a man not my husband, whom I barely knew! I can almost feel the squirmy humiliation of having that happen to me. There are very many men I interact with day in and day out. Most of them would want to pull my panties down, but they are certainly not allowed to. This man took command and bared my bottom as a lesson in obedience. He concluded the lesson with a matching hard smack to my now bare left cheek. And so the mini scene ends with the sad story of a sorry girl, now holding her skirt up above her waist, but with her panties lowered, and with two big hand prints imprinted as punishment on her bare cheeks!

The next part of the story is where he switched me out of my white cotton panties, and put me into sheer sexy panties. I don't know about that. I went along with it (in my mind), but it was more about his panty fetish if you know what I mean? I wore those girlish white cotton panties for a reason! I would have gone along with it, though. No scene is ever perfect.

I like that there was plenty of scolding and dialog, including me having to repeat the word "spanking" several times. I think Hank is right that even saying that word is sexy to a spanko! Then when he asked me what kind of spanking, and described either a light one or a ridiculously hard one, Hank had me pegged. I would have definitely gone with the hard one. Sort of like diving into a cold lake. You take the plunge and then you're in mid-air and it's all "what have I done????"

Then more and more dialog, which I loved and really put me in the mood. I like when a man tells me what he is going to do to me, in minute detail, even repeating himself, and then does it. Each repetition makes me hotter and hotter so that I am practically begging for it by the time the action happens.

Hank mentioned that he would spank me until my pussy was "hot and juicy", and then he would eat me out! That was the first mention of something sexual occurring. I was a bit taken aback when he said it. Did I sign up for this? For a stranger to eat me out after my spanking? Was it not to be just a spanking? Is not the eating me out overly intimate? And what kind of a girl allows herself to be eaten out by a man she had literally just met ten minutes ago? Is eating out my pussy not something only my husband ought to be allowed to do?

I am trying to really think what I would actually have done in that situation. Yes (blush), I would not have stopped it. I was actually super turned on by the compelled cuckolding: I had no choice - he told me how it was going to be!

About those panties. the one thing I did like about them was that I was forced to face him while raising my skirt, and the panties were so sheer that he could see my bare waxed pussy right through them. My tummy fluttered as I realized what he was seeing.

And then there was even more dialog (still loved it, though you guys maybe were getting tired of it, I was not). And this time he confirmed I would be spanked to tears, and I believed him. And then after that, a blow job, with an ejaculation, and with me swallowing his sperm. More similar reactions to before with the pussy eating. Plus, in real life I am really not that great at sucking cock, do not particularly enjoy it, and absolutely hate getting sperm in my mouth, much less swallowing it. But from experience I knew that if I had been properly spanked, and then threatened with a continuation of the spanking for lack of enthusiasm, I would definitely perform! The fact that Hank was old, and that I would have soft, wrinkly, old man cock in my mouth, and old man sperm down my throat, was even more sexy. Me, as a young woman, would have to work hard to get him up and to make him ejaculate, or else "the belt whipping of my life"! Sexy as fuck! I am twisted, I know.

I guess I also liked that I got spanked with my sheer panties up. At the most intense phase he was seated on a chair and I was over his knee grabbing a chair leg and his ankle. I can imagine grabbing onto that ankle for dear life while getting my spanking!

Towards the end Hank slowed down my spanking and added some rubbing and fondling into it, the better to cool my ass and heat my pussy. That was nice.

When the spanking was over I had to stand in front of Hank as he stripped me bare naked. He then got a full-frontal view of me. Bare breasts and pussy included. And he could see I was very wet by now as well. I hate it when my pussy betrays me like that!

Then it was down on my knees and I had to give Hank his darned blowjob. He gave me further instructions that after he came in my mouth, I must carefully suck him dry without swallowing any of his nasty old man sperm. Yuck!

For real, when I get a mouthful of sperm, I have the immediate overwhelming desire to run to the sink and immediately spit it all out. That this was not allowed, on pain of "the belt whipping of my life" (which I would have deserved and submitted to), was sexy as fuck. Instead I had to lie on my back on the bed, knees up, with that disgusting blob of goo in my mouth, and allow old man Hank to eat me out.

Fortunately, old man Hank seemed to be extremely skilled at eating a girl out! He teased me like anything and I came not once, but twice, and was heading for number three when he cut me off (I am very multi-orgasmic in real-life, something my man appreciates about me!).

Hank had me "accidentally on purpose" swallowing his cum during my pussy licking. I found that very unrealistic. No way would I disobey like that at that point in a scene, and no way would I even be inclined to swallow his nasty sperm anyways. Besides, it would have been super sexy being eaten out while forced to hold that in my mouth (I do that to my husband often, spanking him while holding a mouthful of his own sperm, even in front of other women - so humiliating for him).

I would have preferred if Hank had put me back on my knees, and made me show him what a good girl I was by keeping his sperm in my mouth, and then hold me by my throat as he makes me swallow it all down after teasing me that he might allow me to spit it out and then changing his mind. The spanking that follows could have legitimately been given because I suck at giving blow jobs and am self-conscious about it.

At one point, after the panties up spanking across his knee, the stripping, the blow job, the sperm, and the pussy licking, Hank narrated that "a bare bottom spanking was always part of the plan". The climax of the scene was none of what we had already done together, but would be my "bare bottom spanking". So perfect.

But even before that I would be given a taste of the belt. I like that he did that. I hate being threatened repeatedly with an implement and then NOT getting it. So I was glad of it.

Hank placed two pillows on the bed and made me lie across them.  He would have seen something along these lines.


I received 13 strokes of the belt across my bottom. They were described as being very strict, leaving "nice long welts" that would "keep me company for a few days as a reminder to behave". I had to count and thank after each. I found it unrealistic that I would not have deliberately messed up the count and gotten an extra dozen!

I actually thought we might be done by then, but then Hank announced that I still had a bare bottom paddling across his knee to come! Hank described it as a light but stingy paddle that would leave a lasting impression. He again used his words to describe the paddling I had coming, and to describe how I'd feel for the next several days. He particularly enjoyed the image of me taking my panties down and squirming on the toilet seat while peeing, which I guess is a bit of a fetish of his, but who am I to judge?

I had to pick my panties up off the floor to hand them to him which he threatened to use as a gag on me if I made too much noise. Unfortunately, Hank forgot about that and the idea never made a  reappearance which is a shame. I like the image of a girl dangling across a man's knee, getting the bejesus spanked out of her ass, with her panties stuffed into her mouth to keep her shut up.

Even I agree, sometimes women just talk too much...

Hank scolded as he spanked, which I loved. He also did the "imagine if people you know could see you now" bit which I find to be very erotic.

For the final part of the paddling Hank locked his leg over the backs of both of mine, which is a sure sign of trouble to come! He then paddled my ass to a deep burgundy and then continued until the centers of each cheek were a chalk white. Blisters over belt welts. I imagine it looked somewhat like this.


Would I have really allowed something like that to happen to me? Yes. Yes I would have. Listen, your mileage may vary, but I have found that when I am in a deeply submissive mood, I would allow the spanking to continue (I would not use a safeword). I would be in a crazy amount of pain, and kicking and screaming and crying and begging for it to stop. I would genuinely want it to stop, but would feel as if I had no say in the matter. I have experienced that from Tracy, from my sister, and from my husband. That is how I am. I find it cathartic. I would be literally spanked to tears. You would feel sorry for me. My ass would take many days to heal.

The final bit of cuckolding was the requirement that I go straight home and show my husband "the damage". I also found it sexy that he enjoyed the degree of pain I was in as I dressed myself and hobbled painfully down the hallway after saying goodbye. Here was a man who knew how to command a girl's respect.

After I had left, Hank wondered the natural question of would he get another chance at me. He thought if he did, I could use an ass fucking.

Well Hank, I'm afraid the answer is no. It wouldn't be special unless it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to do whatever he wanted to me. I think he might have regretted, after the fact, not putting his dick in my asshole when he had the chance. I would have obeyed. But interesting that he did not mention a pussy fucking at all. Is that not something a man would want to do to a girl if given complete carte blanche? Fuck her in her hot tight wet cunt??? I love that poor old Hank, never to get such a chance ever again with me (or any other young lady - he is old and might die soon?), and how he must both love what he did do, and simultaneously regret everything he did not do!

Ha ha!

Thank you Hank! And you know I'm teasing. Our tryst would have been wonderful!

If you've been following along, you know that I've had a hankering for a spanking ever since the end of David's week-long panty training. After I'm dommy for so long I guess I get an itch. Then I scratched myself a bit in my Fan-tasies... post, and that got me wanting it even more. There has not been a lot of kink (or even much sex for that matter) for the past 2 months in the Julie household, you know how it goes sometimes.

So I go up to my husband and say I need a good spanking. Well that always perks him up (he's a total switch and enjoys dishing it out as much as taking it). He asked me if I was going to cum across his knee like I did when my sister spanked me (yes! Blush. So that happened: Spanked by my Sister). I literally blushed at that, and told him that that has never happened before and it was probably more the circumstances than anything... he cut me off and said he did not want me to actually cum, but rather that he wanted me to fake it while he spanked me. He said that at a certain point he would have me straddle his  knee, and then I should do my level best to convince him I was cumming. Three distinct times, he added as an afterthought. Each one harder than the last. He would keep spanking, harder and harder, until I was thoroughly convincing...

You see! My husband has a pretty good sexual imagination also! I found myself ridiculously embarrassed at the thought of doing that while straddling his knee and being spanked. It was perhaps more embarrassing because this had actually happened while being spanked across my sister's knee. Mercifully (?), my husband was not there to witness it, so I guess he regretted missing the show and wanted me to give him his own special repeat performance. He even insisted that I not cum, only fake. He wanted to watch me pretend.

I could only imagine the spectacle I would make of myself. Bare ass naked straddling his one knee, pumping and grinding my sensitive bare waxed pussy into his leg. All the motions a girl goes through when trying to please her man when his cock is in her, up there right in the air for him to see. A wife, a very full-grown mature wife, should not be made to debase herself like this. It was just wrong.

After that, he said, he asked me if I remembered what my sister told me to do afterwards on that occasion. Of course I did! She had required that I go up to him and take it in the ass. She was not there to direct the action or to witness it. So I had to ask him for it myself, which was totally humiliating.

Apparently me asking him for my ass fucking that first time was still strongly sexy in his mind, and he wanted a repeat performance. He told me it was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced, me getting out the lube, handing it to him, bending over, and saying "please, you need to cum in my ass. Sue says I'll get spanked again if you don't." He said my ass was in so much of a mess from my spanking, and I was so pitiful when I asked him for my ass fucking, that it was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced. Fucking men!

I agreed to it all with a blush, even the part about his penis in my bumhole, and I went upstairs to prepare myself. After making sure I was empty, I hopped into the shower and gave myself a thorough cleanup, paying special attention to my pussy and also around and up deep into my bumhole with soap and water. I want to be super fresh and clean for my man.

My husband is quite a fight fan (but I share his excitement watching). One time a while back he gave me a birthday present which was a UFC Octagon Girl outfit. So I decided to put that on for him and surprise him!


Pretty bootlicious outfit for a spanking, no?


I went down to him and showed him my cute outfit. He seemed very appreciative! He grabbed me into him and gave me a big hug with a firm squeeze on my butt cheek, and a deep passionate kiss with my head bent back and his tongue in my mouth. My pussy has this habit of tingling when I get myself into these situations, and this time was no different. His firm big hand on my butt reminded me that I was in for a spanking, and that reminded me of the spectacle I would be required to make of myself during it!

He guided me over to the couch, sat in the middle of it, and pulled me over his lap so that my head and chest were on the couch, but my feet were on the floor. Oh boy! Wife spanking ahead...

His hand fondled my Octagon Girl booty shorts and below them, and then he started lightly spanking me. The booty shorts did little to protect my lower cheeks, and he seemed to target me there a lot, which sent shots of pussy tingling excitement into my sex and bumhole. Whoever got the insane idea that spanking was for children???

He then peeled my shorts down. The gusset sort of stuck in my crotch, but he managed to free it and pulled the shorts down to my knees. My bottom was now very bare across his knee, and my pussy felt the breeze as he continued spanking me like that. He varied the intensity up and down and moved the strokes around on my bottom, but always returning to the sweet spots on the undercurves of my cheeks. It was stinging and painful, but it was also exciting and sexy!

He reached down and pulled the booty short completely off my legs. He reached up and untied my top, baring my breasts as well. I was now a very naked wife across her man's knee!  He readjusted his position a bit, lifted my hips up, and put me back down squarely straddling his leg. "Oh no!" I said out loud.


It feels every bit as embarrassing as it looks like! Your clit falls right onto his pant leg, and your thighs squeeze his leg in a futile attempt to close. I think this is the best way for a man to put his woman in her place, especially if there are other men there to witness it.

His spanking continued, and I also noticed the tips of his fingers whipping more into my hot snatch and around my bumhole. At this point, I knew what was expected of me. I began tilting my pelvis back and forth and grinding my pussy into his leg. As I did that he continued my spanking, timing the strokes for when my ass rose.


I was very much blushing at the spectacle I was making of myself. I know he's my husband and everything, but still! It was also feeling pretty nice. The sensation on my clit made his spanking easier to take. I think he was spanking me pretty hard but I hardly noticed.

I "got myself off" with a shuddering pretend climax and a cry. Then I settled down without moving for a few moments so he would darn well know that was number one.

He gave me a moment, rubbing my ass, and then slammed his palm down onto me again, recommencing my spanking. Taking this as encouragement I immediately started humping his leg again.


This one preceded as before, and I faked my second orgasm for him, louder and more pronounced than my first. Again he patted me and rubbed me, and then started slamming his hard palm down onto my poor ass yet again! Yet again, I started humping his leg, the most enthusiastically of all. My bottom was starting to really hurt and there were small tears in my eyes. I kept up the humping, wanting to give him a really good third orgasm. I came with a giant cry and then settled down, but he did not stop spanking me this time, he just kept going.


He kept spanking and my ass was so toasted! With a laugh in his voice he asked me what I wanted now?

"Please FUCK ME!" I begged of him.

"How?" he asked.

"In the ASS! In the ASS!" I begged.

"Ok," he said, "but first you cum for real."

He took me off his knee, took my wrist in his hand and dragged me upstairs to our bedroom, where the magic happens. I was totally naked and he was totally dressed.

He put me down on the bed with my ass high in the air, a couple of pillows under my hips for support.


He left me like that as he stripped. Just imagine being a girl. Being left there like that. Completely on display. Knowing that you have an ass fucking coming as your man slowly undresses behind you.

Of course, as he was undressing, he first unbuckled his belt. I guess that gave him an "idea".


He took the belt off from around his waist, and said "ten, baby".

He lined up his belt with my bottom, and hauled off and gave me my belt whipping. "You have the sexiest ass," he said as he whipped me, "I can't help myself." Despite the pain, I was happy that he thought I had a sexy ass...


He put down the belt and finished undressing.

Then he came up behind me and started licking my pussy from behind.


He had my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled them wide apart as he licked me. He grabbed the lube out of the bedside drawer and lubed my bottom hole. Do you know the feeling when the cold lube is dripped carelessly down onto your hot bumhole? It's the "oh fuck, something big is going in there next" feeling. I find it humiliating and sexy.

He went back to licking me from behind, but this time he penetrated my ass with his finger and started pumping it in and out. I could feel him going in all the way up to the knuckle, and twirling it around up in there.


All the while he's sucking and licking on my clit and lips and driving me crazy like that. After having faked three I seemed to be ready for a real one! He took his finger out, put more lube into me and then stuck something bigger in there. Two fingers as it turned out. And that's how I came (blush, blush, blush) with two finger up my ass and his tongue flicking my clit. It was a long and deep orgasm. I thought I was going to die! I was so hot, I mean literally hot, I was burning up. I remember the feeling on convulsing uncontrollably around his two fingers deep in my ass.

He detached from me and I just lay there, exhausted and wrung out. I knew, however, I had one more wifely duty to perform. Fortunately, it did not require me to actually move...

He came up behind me, lubed my hole again, and split my anus with his big cock. Holy shit it felt big!


He was slow and deliberate, and got the head in with a pop. I just breathed and tried to relax. He stroked my back and told me to relax, baby. He grabbed my hips and he slowly pushed his cock into me. He repeated this a few times, going slow and being gently, but going deeper and deeper in each time. When he was as deep as could be, he held it there. I remembered to pretend to go to the bathroom to relax, and it worked.

"fuck me..." I said.


With that as a go ahead, he started doing full strokes in and out of my ass, speeding up as he went. I'll be honest with you. I had just cum, and the fucking hurt, and there was nothing to distract me from the pain. But I didn't want to ruin this for him  so I grinned and took it and made some sexy sounds.


Fortunately, David is not big on the stamina department and he came, hard, into my ass, mercifully quickly. "Thank God it's over" I thought to myself as he shuddered in me and made his sperm deposit.

But I was happy that I had been his good wife, and that he got to enjoy me like that. His next fucking, though, would be epic!

David took me to the opera the other day. It was La Bohème by Puccini.


The music and singing are fantastic. One aria after another that most would recognize from the "greatest hits of the opera". And so incredibly emotionally moving!

It's about four "Bohemians" (young starving artists) living in a garret in Paris. Rodolfo is a poet, Schaunard a musician, Colline a philosopher, and Marcello a painter.

In the first act we are introduced to the carefree young men who put a fast one over on their landlord.


It's Christmas eve, and having saved the rent money the boys decide to go out into the Latin Quarter to celebrate. Rodlfo stays behind to quickly finish up some work and will join them. At this point, his new next door neighbour, a girl named Mimi, asks for help as her candle went out. Rodolfo helps her and they fall in love.

This photo was from our production - we had a black Mimi!

In the second act they are at the Cafe Momus on Christmas Eve.


This is where my favourite character, a young charmer named Musetta first enters, elegantly dressed and on the arm of a wealthy older man.


It is clear that she has a past with Marcello the painter, and they give each other the cold shoulder. But Musetta is really in lust with Marcello, and hates being with the boring rich man (she clearly sleeps with him for his money, which drives the jealous Marcello mad). She pretends that her shoe falls apart, makes the old man run to find a cobbler to fix it. Meanwhile she reunites with Marcello lustilly and sticks the rich old guy with the bill.


Musetta is the naughty one in the story. One of her big arias is called Quando M'en Vo, which is Italian for "When I go along". This aria shows how naughty she really is! Here is one of the best (and prettiest!) opera singers in the world, Anna Netrebko, singing it in concert.

The lyrics go like this (the last part is directed at Marcello).

When walking alone on the streets,
People stop and stare
And examine my beauty
From head to toe
And then I savor the cravings
which from their eyes transpires
And from the obvious charms they perceive
The hidden beauties.
So the scent of desire is all around me,
It makes me happy!
And you who know, who remembers and yearns,
You shrink from me?
I know why this is:
You do not want to tell me of your anguish,
But you feel like dying!

Isn't she just a piece of work? Singing about how pretty she is and about how all the men lust after her hopelessly, and how much she enjoys it and it makes her happy. Ha ha. A perfect slutty tease!

The third act is on the outskirts of the city where Marcello and Rodolfo are working. Rodolfo had just broken up with Mimi the day before. Mimi comes to find them, and overhears them talking about the true reason for the breakup.


A rich Viscount has his eye on Mimi and Rodolfo was jealous. He breaks up with Mimi, ostensibly for reasons of jealousy, but really because Mimi is getting more and more ill, and Rodolfo cannot provide for her. The decide to spend a bit more time together and then Mimi goes off with the Viscount.

Also in this act, at the start Musetta and Marcello are together, but she flirts with a very attractive army officer. Marcello gets jealous and threatens to beat her, and Musetta takes off with the handsome young officer, telling Marcello she can make love with whomever she pleases! David thinks she should have gotten a spanking from Marcello. I cannot disagree.


In the final act Mimi, on the verge of death, leaves her Viscount and goes back to the garret to spend her final hours with Rodolfo. Musetta finds her on the street and helps her get there. Musetta demonstrates a kind heart by selling her earrings for medicine and a doctor, and buying Mimi her last wish, a warm fur muff for her very cold hands. She prays to God and the Virgin to save Mimi, acknowledging that she herself is fallen, but that Mimi is an angel.

Mimi dies before the doctor can arrive, with all her friends around her. At the very moment of her death there is a big orchestra chord. A few moments later when Rodolfo realizes she is dead, the music swells in an emotional outpouring that brings the opera to a close.


So amazing! I loved it. There is nothing like a good opera (especially a Puccini opera such as Boheme or Madame Butterfly) to stir all your senses and emotions ridiculously.

Sorry for the distraction, we will now return to our regularly scheduled kinky programming!

As you'll recall, my pen-pal darryl and I have been collaborating on a work of fiction. We are pleased to announce yet another new chapter for your reading enjoyment!

The story is called "The Bargain", and was first presented in Fiction: The Bargain. 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.

In this latest episode, Darryl gets together with his big crush, Leslie, who good-naturedly humiliates and punishes Darryl for his masturbation. Finding out that Darryl has been made to be sexual with his little sister Julie, Leslie is determined to take that slut to task, but who will come out on top in the end?

Hi y’all. Just a quick update from me to let you know that I’m still alive and blogging! Work has been very busy for both of us for the past several months, but now we are on well-earned vacation in Italy, and summer is coming. So yay!

I am typing this painfully on an iPad from a hotel room in Florence without a keyboard so will keep it short and just tease.

Each hotel room seems to have it’s own supply of spanking implements, from wimpy slippers, to bath brushes, clothes brushes, and wooden shoe horns, and I have been making great use of them all! david is being well seen to at every stop. Soooo much spanking! Literally every single night and certain mornings and afternoons as well. His poor backside!


Of course I also packed my trusty hairbrush (an “essential” in my carry-on bag), and my strap-on dildo (in checked luggage!). Sooo much butt sex for him! Soooo much pussy licking for me! And, in case you’re wondering, I’ve been spanked exactly once so far, so it’s been pretty “femdom” for the most part.

Also I’ve been practicing these long hand job sessions on him with a lot of tease and denial, and several very deliberately “ruined orgasms” for him.

Not “ruined” at all, but one way I’ve had him cum twice now is by spanking him hard first, then standing him up and hand jobbing him repeatedly to the point of being super close to spurting, then greasing up my lap with baby oil (another travel essential), taking him across my knee, and hand spanking him as he writhes there, rubbing and humping himself to an eventual orgasm on my lap. Then he has to get down on his knees and clean me up with his tongue (hope the baby oil won’t hurt him too much!), and that leads to a nice pussy licking for me.

We have had some semi-public fun as well, which I will detail when we get home. Three incidents so far. One, which was totally accidental, was having a cute Italian hotel manager see my very bare backside running into the bathroom as he opened our door to do a room inspection! The second was me getting swatted on my backside at a pool while an older Italian gentleman looked on. And the third was a fortunate timing with a visit from a maid for “turn down” service where I got to embarrass hubby beautifully.

Ciao for now!

As you guys know, I was off on vacation in Italy with my husband for the past couple of weeks. Work had been very busy for both of us leading up to this vacation, and our kinky lives had suffered as a result (which you can tell by the relative infrequency of my blog posts as well!). I feel I have a duty to keep my husband well taken care of in this regard. As a result, for this vacation, I wanted to make up for lost time, and so packed my hairbrush and my trusty strap-on dildo, and was determined to make it a thoroughly "femdom" holiday.

As we were packing to leave I held up the wooden hairbrush and asked contemplatively, "what do you think, should I bring it along?"


"Yes Ma'am!" he answered enthousiastically.

"If I do," I clarified for greater certainty, "I'm going to spank you every single day with it..."

He gulped, and said more sheepishly, "yes ma'am."

"And I guess I'll bring this as well, so I can make sure to keep you well-fucked also," I added.


"Oh gosh, yes ma'am," he conceded.

What do you blog reader boys think? Would you like a wife like me? A wife who takes care to pack her hairbrush and strap-on and is determined to give you a good seeing to every single day of your vacation ("like it" or not)?

I decided to start as I intended to carry on and finish. We arranged for an airline limo to pick us up from our house in Toronto. As usual, the limo arrived ten minutes early and was just waiting outside. "Let's go!" said david, spotting the limo through the window.

"Need to take care of one quick thing first," I said with a smile.  I unzipped my carry-on bag and pulled out the hairbrush. "We still have ten minutes," I said. "I spank until he rings the bell," I told my husband. Ha ha!

But it was no joke. I sat on our sofa with the hairbrush and our luggage all ready to go. I made him drop his pants and his underwear and drape himself across my knee. Then I gave him quite a spanking! No warm-up, just SMACK SMACK SMACK with the back of the brush, turning his butt cheeks a dark red.


It was a VERY LONG ten minutes before the doorbell finally rang. I tossed him off my lap and went to answer it as he pulled himself back together again.

As we were driving to the airport in the limo, I saw him squirming in his seat. I asked him, "is your butt sore?" He blushed like a teenaged girl as I asked him that out loud so the limo driver could hear us.

"yes ma'am," he answered sheepishly, confirming his submission to me.

When we arrived at the airport, the driver hopped out and moved our luggage to the curb for us. I paid him and added a tip. He did not say anything beyond "thank you," but I did notice a smile on his face. I wonder if the limo driver knows my husband is spanked?

We flew into Rome and decided to take the train into town. Should have taken a cab direct to the hotel, as the time and cost would have been about the same. It was still early, and so the hotel stowed our bags and we set out for some sight-seeing followed by lunch.

Once we returned, we got the room (a very beautiful one) and we had our long-awaited showers. I was done first and put on a hotel robe. When he came out of the bathroom in just a towel, I said "Spanking Time!" He smiled. Our hotel room in Rome had a clothes brush in the cupboard and featured a nice low settee to spank him on. I tried taking advantage of whatever natural "pervertibles" the hotel rooms had to offer.


I stripped him bare naked and had him back across my knee. I used my hand to spank him a bit first, and then I picked up the clothes brush and laid into his backside. It was another, proper, spanking. This would be his reality for the next two weeks. A proper spanking every single day! Poor baby had trouble sitting the whole vacation.

During this spanking he got very emotional and held onto my ankle and ass hard as he absorbed his painful punishment. As I spanked he sort of frantically thanked me over and over again for his spanking and yelled out how much he loved me as his little legs kicked and his ass turned fiery red. So sweet. We'd see how much he loved me after two solid weeks of daily spankings!

 (still a lot, as it turned out :-)

After his spanking I decided I should take him in his rear end as well. I told him to go to the bathroom and get himself ready to be fucked while I put on my strap-on. When he came back I bent him over the bed and proceeded to give him his highly embarrassing (for a "man") seeing-to.


It never gets old, me sticking a hard dick in his ass and fucking him after his spanking as if he was my little lady (he certainly moaned and squealed like one). After a nice hard, five minute ass reaming I gave him a bit of a reward. First he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. The Italian bidets make this much easier for him!


When he returned I put him face up on the bed and stroked and sucked on his cock languidly. Once he was super hard and drippy I made him go down on me. I always find he does a better job when he's in this highly sexually excited state, or maybe that's just me? At any rate, he gave me a series of great orgasms. After that I went back to him and handjobbed him several times to the very point of release. I channeled some of the "tease and denial" videos I had studied, and laughed at him while I backed off at his desperation to cum.


I eventually allowed him to dribble out a nice cummy, but it was entirely hands off for me. I just watched as he could hold it no longer and dribbled the cum out of his cocktip.


And that was just our first day!

I pretty much kept my word and spanked him at least once a day on our vacation, and sometimes more than once.


Some of the spankings and submissions were more fun and flirty, and several times he went over my knee for "good boy" spankings where I lubed up my thighs and allowed him to get himself off humping my knee while being hand-spanked and fondled.


Other spankings were very intense and emotional where we went deep into our kink.


It was a fun vacation and david and I very much got to "reconnect" in our spanking kink in the lovely old world Italian setting amidst beautiful art and glorious food and wine.


While I was looking for occasions to make things more "public", there was only one occasion where that got to happen, and a hotel maid saw his bare butt! I'll describe that in another post.

There was only once when I got spanked (preceded by a few swats in public at the pool in front of an older gentleman), and one other time when a cute hotel manager saw my bare butt scampering to the bathroom! I'll describe that also in a separate post.

For the whole vacation in Italy I was hoping for an occasion where my husband's spankings (as described in A Spanking Vacation!) could be made a little more "public" as we are both into that sort of excitement play. Well the stars lined up beautifully at one particular hotel. Not only was he "displayed" with a nice red rump, but at the same hotel, I was as well! On two different days in two different ways. In this post we'll talk all about him, and I'll leave the adventures involving myself to the next post.

This photo is not exactly what the maid saw, but it is pretty close!


Imagine being forced over a prayer bench like that by your wife, having to display your spanked bottom to the hotel maid and your "parts" as well? The maid being told you are being punished for some trivial transgression. Imagine her laughing and laughing at that. Going over to touch your butt to feel the heat, then giving it a smack or two of her own. Then grabbing your balls and giving them a good painful shake before getting on with her chores with you on full penitential display.

Imagine further that before she is done, your wife goes over to you, grabs you by your ear, pulls you down across her lap and then spanks the bejesus out of you with her handy paddle. Soon you are kicking and howling and crying like a three-year-old while the maid, having finished her chores, stays to look on approvingly at a wife properly seeing to her little man, smirking at you the entire time.

What the maid saw?

Well, unfortunately, none of that happened, but the maid did briefly see his bare spanked butt before she ran away!

It was a lovely hotel outside a small town in Tuscany in an old converted convent with gorgeous views of the countryside.


The rooms were furnished in a very antique lived-in style. I took some photos to set the stage.


This first photo above is the view from the front doorway into the room.  The bed is to the far right as you go in, hidden from view here. Through the doorway at the end is a staircase down to another door (pad-locked), and off to the right as soon as you go through that same doorway is a closet and then a nice bathroom. Note also the crucifix at the end of the hall (We are soooooo doing time in purgatory...). You can also see the chair in view. A very nice "spanking height" for me (all the chairs in Italy seem miniaturized compared to Canada). I could sit at the end of it and have my bare feet very flat on the ground to support his weight over my lap

This second photo below is just around the corner from the one above, showing the bed.


The thing you can just barely see here, to the right of the mirror and tucked into the very corner of the room beside the bed, is a softly upholstered prayer bench that will play a very important part as the events unfold.


It was the early evening, still before dinner, maybe just before 5pm or so. We had come back from our adventures and had showered, after which was usually the time for some kinky play. He was naked and I was in a loose hotel robe. I had just finished giving david a hand spanking across my knee while sitting in the chair, and we had moved over to the bed where I was doing some slow and gentle tease and denial on him.

That's when we heard a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK and a woman behind the door saying something in Italian. I my gosh! What purrrrfect timing!

I yelled out "momento per fafore!", which means, "one moment please" (I don't speak Italian at all, but have a few handy phrases).

I turned to my naked and hard husband who suddenly looked extremely panicked! He knew what I was thinking. He was starting to get up to make a dash for the bathroom. He ultimately wants the humiliation, but in the moment he panics and resists. Fortunately, my brain was working better than his.

"In the corner," I whispered to him, sternly. "Kneel on the stool, hands on your head."

"Noooo," he whined. "I'm naked," he said as if I couldn't see that.

"You sure are," I confirmed with what must have been a glint in my eye.

As he was getting into position, I re-fastened my robe around me and went to open the door for the maid. I opened it and there she was. So perfect. A pretty, youngish, hotel maid. At this stage she was still at the door, she could not see my naked husband at all, who was by now cowering on the prayer bench with his nose in the corner. This was her initial view into the room, but with me in a robe standing there.


"Turndown servitz?" she asked in her cute Italian-accented broken English.

"Si, grazie," I said sweetly. She turned to her cart that was just outside the room, and picked up an armful of towels.

I thought I would try preparing her for what she would soon see, not knowing how much English she spoke. "Please don't mind my husband," I said to her. "He's in the corner, being punished. Just ignore him."

She looked at me oddly. I got the distinct impression she did not understand much. I tried a bit of broken Italian, "mia sposa," I added, which I thought meant "my spouse", which I gather it sort of does, but is more commonly "my bride", which is sort of fitting also! Perhaps a native Italian speaker can help us out here in the comments.

[I knew the phrase from my wedding, where it was raining, and an older Italian lady who was attending said "sposa bagnata, sposa fortunata", which means "a wet bride is a lucky bride" (could not agree more!)]

The maid looked at me oddly again. I continued, "ummm... punito?" which I sort of guessed, but is correct for "punished". Now she looked really confused. She had no idea.

She carried the fresh towels in front of her and walked straight towards the bathroom. Unbelievably, she completely missed seeing david in his corner (he was quiet as a little mouse and trying to make himself look very small, squeezing into his "corner of shame").

I went over to david and patted him on his bottom. "She hasn't seen you yet," I whispered to him. "She will as soon as she comes out of the bathroom..." I went back to sit in the little chair and look casual as I browsed on my iPad.

The maid came out of the bathroom holding some dirty towels. As soon as she saw david she sort of jumped and gasped and said "Oh! Scusi signora!" She was apologizing to me for seeing my husband doing corner time in the nude with a a dusky red bottom! This is exactly what she saw (the photo was taken a few moments after she had left).


How utterly humiliating for him for the maid to see him like that! Hands on his head, nose in the corner, naked. Clearly a penitential position. His bottom was not heavily marked, but it was a dusky rose from his earlier hand spanking. It cannot be seen so clearly in this photo, but in real-life there was no doubt his bottom had been spanked!

"Just ignore him," I said casually from my chair.

"Si Signora, si signora, scusi, scusi," she said nervously, as she passed by me with the used towels back out to the cart outside the room. She deposited the towels in her cart and started closing the door, "Scusi, scusi," she repeated as she closed the door and left.

Hey! She had not turned down the bed! And where was my night-time choci? :-)


I felt a bit bad that she had not played along more. I was worried I may have offended her, but on balance I did not get that impression. As she was apologizing profusely there was a hint of a smile on her face. I would have loved had she stayed and fixed the bed linens while looking at his bare ass and smiling, but I realize that was probably beyond the pale. If she was caught doing that, I'm sure her superiors would have had something to say. As it was, she exited as quickly and as discretely and professionally as possible, and was therefore completely blameless. But I'm sure she had a good story for her girlfriends that week, and for the other maids in the hotel!

As soon as she left I still had my iPad in my hand, and david was still cowering nude in his corner.

"Well, well, well," I said to him. "What a spectacle you made of yourself," I said. "In front of a pretty young hotel maid no less. You should be ashamed of yourself! By the end of the day, all the maids in this place will know that you're a spanked husband."

CLICK!

I had turned on camera mode and left the camera noise on so that he knew I snapped a photo of him.The one you already saw, repeated here, was this first one.


"Honey, no..." he complained. "Someone might see it," he said referring to the photo mixed in with our holiday pics.

"Someone's already seen it," I countered. "Bend over the top more. Let's see you like that."

He needed to get up and move the prayer bench a little away from the wall, and then he bent over. He did not do anything, but somehow his balls just stuck right out!

CLICK!


I should have showed him off more like that! I wondered if I could make it more...

"Bend over more, put your arms right down towards the floor."

He had to move the prayer bench again, and then he bent right over it. Again, he did not do anything but his cock and balls just went out like that. Ha ha!

CLICK!


Oh now that's the money shot! That's how a truly penitent husband should be required to do his timeout in front of other women!


And oh my goodness, but aren't those balls nice and big? Don't you want to just give them a good hard squeeze and smack, sticking out back there like that? And yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is an erect penis poking out behind them! Imagine being erect after a thorough shaming like that?

I had him lie face up on the bed and take his dick in his hand. I told him to jerk off while I watched. I got comfortable lying up on my side beside him while I watched him "do it." I egged him on with a monologue.

"Oh my Gosh! That pretty Italian maid saw your bare spanked ass! You were totally fucking naked with your spanked ass out. She saw you kneeling in the corner, with your hands on your head, and knows that I spanked you, like my little bitch! You know she's going to tell everybody, right? Everyone around here will smirk at you as they see you going around. And I'm putting those photos in the holiday highlights album. Can't wait to show them to Mom, tell her what a little bitch you were on our holiday, tell her how the hotel maid saw your bare ass doing corner time..."

"OH FUCK!" he yelled out as he came in gushes all over himself! Ha ha!

As you read in the previous blog articles, my husband absorbed the brunt of the spanking (and the ass fucking) during our vacation, and was embarrassed by having a maid briefly see him naked in the corner after a spanking.

Well he was not the only one who was embarrassed! I got plenty embarrassed myself in two successive days at the same hotel. It was a serendipitous hotel!

The first incident was no big deal, but it was very embarrassing for me and very funny.


David and I were both naked in our room. He was lying on the bed and I was just coming out of the bathroom heading towards the bed to join my husband.

Suddenly there was a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK and a male voice that said something in Italian right outside our door. David went to put on his robe. I was a bit in no-man's land. I veered from going towards the bed and moved towards the door so I could speak to the man through the doorway. Before I could get there I heard a key in the door and the door starting to unlock! Oh no! Rather than speak up (I don't know any Italian!) or try to block the door with my body (that might have worked out badly!) I instead scampered quick as I could back towards the bathroom. The door fully opened and I was only half way there. I looked back, not imagining he was yet anywhere near inside, and our eyes met! I was COMPLETELY NAKED! He said, "Oh! Scusi!" and immediately went back outside and closed the door. I RAN the rest of the way to the bathroom feeling EXTREMELY EXPOSED!!!!

After that, David was curious, fully put on his robe and went outside to see what was up. It was a male assistant hotel manager, quite young and handsome, who was doing room inspections. He explained what he was up to and apologized to David. David laughed and said it was no problem at all!

Here was the assistant hotel manager's view into our room when he opened up the door (I took the photo to show you guys the lay of the land).


The bathroom is way, way down at the end of the hall! At the moment I looked back, I was not quite yet at the chair.

I imagine, he had a couple of views of me very similar to the following.


Mostly he just saw my bare butt scampering towards the bathroom.

There was a brief moment where I turned to look and our eyes met. I'm pretty sure he saw the profile of my bare breast and my instantly red face! I don't think he could have seen my pussy...


A strange, attractive, self-assured young man dressed in a sharp uniform, used to dealing with the maids and ordering them around no doubt, ACTUALLY SAW ME like that!!!!

David laughed his head off afterwards and I was absolutely MORTIFIED.

I'm not sure why, I've been to nude beaches and everything, but this was somehow different, being caught so unawares.

So that was my first incident being embarrassed. There was another as well, that involved me being spanked at the pool in front of an older Italian gentleman. I'll recount that one in the next blog post!

Last few posts have been all about our kinky vacation in Italy. For the most part, I was doing all of the spanking (A Spanking Vacation!), and I even got to show off my husband's bare spanked bottom briefly to a hotel maid (What the Maid Saw). There was also one occasion where a young male assistant manager at a hotel saw me bare, but it was entirely accidental (My Bare Bottom and Breast Exposed!). As the final bit of kink that stands out, it was at the same hotel where the other two things took place, and my husband gave me a little spanking at the pool in front of an older distinguished Italian gentleman!


The pool is shown above. It was at a beautiful hotel in Tuscany which is a converted monastery of some sort.


My husband and I went swimming in the late afternoon. There was only one other person there, an older gentleman reclining on a lawn chair.

David and I went down to the pool and put our towels and stuff down on two lawn chairs on the opposite end of the pool from the gentleman. The pool water was a little chilly, but swimable. David wanted to warm up in the sun a little first, but I wanted to go straight in for a swim. Rather than just jumping in, I walked to the far end of the pool at the shallow end to the broad stairs where I could go in more slowly. This meant me undressing down to my (pretty sexy!) bikini bathing suit, walking the length of the pool, and then slowly getting into the water. As I was doing this, I did notice, out of the corner of my eye, that I was being thoroughly ogled by this older Italian gentleman!


I tried to keep eyes forward and disengaged as I walked but could feel his eyes tracking me the whole way. I straightened, jutted my chest out, and walked a little more sensuously. As I was about to step in, I chanced a brief eye contact with him. He was staring right at me.

"Bella," he said, which means "beautiful".

"Gracie," I said ("thank you"), feeling a little embarrassed, and proceeded to wade into the water and start swimming lengths. I knew his eyes were still all over me, undressing me completely in his mind. He was older and distinguished looking. He was about my Dad's age I would guess. And you know all about me and my Daddy fantasies!

David, at the other end of the pool, was oblivious to all of this. When he was ready he just jumped into the pool at the deep end and swam to me. We met in the middle. He put his arms around me, I wrapped my legs around him, and he kissed me over by the side of the pool.

I whispered to David, "that old guy over there, he can't take his eyes off me," I said.

"Good taste," said David.

"Hey!" I said, "you should go over there and punch him in the nose for being so disrespectful towards your wife." I was just kidding, of course, and from my tone David knew it well.

"Ha!" said David. "You're the one who needs a swat, for teasing him like this in your little swimsuit."

"You wouldn't dare!" I told him, playing along.

"Try me," he said.

It was fairly deep water. I disentangled from him and flopped my belly up onto the side of the pool. My bikini clad bottom was just hanging out there. The natural state of my swimsuit was about like this concerning my rear cheeks.


As I flopped there, half in and half out of the water, my butt was sort of pointed towards the pool and at about a 3/4 view to the Italian gentleman. Rather than getting all the way out, I egged David on by wiggling my ass shamelessly at him.

In a big swoop of water, David jumped out of the pool and sat right beside me on the pool deck, feet in the water, with me on his left side. "Bad girl," he said as he pushed his left arm down on the small of my back to hold me in place, and with the hand of the same arm gathered up the material of my bikini and pulled it up into my bumcrack.


"No, no!" I yelled frantically as I wiggled my butt in the air. David took his time and gave me several hard swats to my bared cheeks. I was sooooo mortified! As he pulled up on my bikini, I could feel the material cutting into my pussy and my bottom hole. I was squirming like a fish on a hook, the bikini material rubbing against my clit. How tight was my bikini in back? Pretty tight! How spread were my cheeks? I don't know. Was there any bumhole visible? I Don't Know! Did the man know how deeply the bikini was cutting up into my pussy??? I DON'T KNOW!!! What an embarrassing situation for a wife to find herself in!

My husband let me go with a laugh and got out of the pool to go back to our lawn chairs to dry himself off. I was still there with my butt hanging out and my bikini wedgied between my cheeks. I continued getting out of the pool myself, and without looking back at the Italian gentleman I pulled my suit out of my buttcrack and adjusted it properly. Then I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He was staring straight at me with a big smile on his face! I didn't know what to do, so I curtsied towards him. I actually curtsied towards him! He smiled even more broadly and brought his hands together in an gentle applauding type of motion. He had not missed any art of the show. I went back to join David at the lawn chairs. I could feel my cheeks (both sets!) blushing hotly.

"Did he enjoy the show?" asked David. "Did you?"

"I believe he did," I answered, "and yes..." I said to the second part of his question.

We sat there for a bit longer reading. The gentleman got up before we did, packed up his stuff, and headed back towards the hotel. On the way out he paused, looked back at me, waited until he caught my eye, and then tipped his sun hat at me. I blushed and looked down.

So much naughty fun! Hope we made his day.

"Let's go back to the room," I told David after the gentleman had left. "I need to be spanked and fucked," I told him in no uncertain terms!

When we got to the room I went through some "what ifs" with David. "What if you would have invited him to our room to see me spanked properly?" I asked David as he peeled off my bikini.

"It would have been nothing more than what a little tease like you deserved," he answered.

When I was naked David pulled me across his knee.

"Prego, Senor," said David ("please, sir"), "I apologize for my wife's behavior at the pool." And then David started spanking me with his hand. "She's a bad girl, she's always teasing the men around her. Flaunting her body in her skimpy bikini, and enjoying the reactions she gets. So naughty." He kept spanking me as he said that. I closed my eyes and imagined the Italian gentleman watching me get spanked completely naked across my husband's knee.

"Now young lady," said David to me. "Close your eyes and crawl over to the Senor and finish what you started with your mouth on his cock. Little teasers should not get away with teasing without consequences."

David took me off his lap and guided me to the floor as I kept my eyes closed. He then pulled me by my hair in the direction of the chair as I crawled on all fours. David sat on the chair pretending to be "Senor", and guided my mouth to his cock.

"That's it," said David as I sucked him, pretending to be the Italian gentleman, "teasing sluts need to pay up."

"Now stop that and get up on the bed. Head down and ass up," said David. I was not sure if it was him or the Senor who said it, but I did as I was told, pussy already dripping.

"Please Senor," said David, "please enjoy my wife."

"Gracie," said David pretending to be the man. "Sposa bellisima" ("beautiful bride").

I knelt there naked on the bed, with my head down on the sheets and my freshly spanked bottom high in the air. I had my eyes tightly closed as I imagined the older Italian gentleman sliding in behind me, feeling the drippy wet state of my pussy with his hand, rubbing his cock against my cunt, and then pushing it home deeply into me as he grabbed my hips and thrust. It was not hard to imagine all of that as my husband did all that "in character".

"Bellissima, bellissima," he said as he rammed his penis into my pussy (David's Italian is very limited). But the little bit of Italian did enough to allow me to imagine it was the older gentleman, my Daddy's age, my Daddy, fucking me! He came into me quickly, shooting his hot sperm deep into me.

"Make my husband clean it out," I told my Italian Gentleman who had just spermed me so thoroughly.

David flipped me onto my back, crawled between my legs, and licked me to several toe curling orgasms, consuming what must have been a fair amount of sperm mixed with pussy juices in the process. Ha ha!


What a naughty sexual imagination I have!

One of the nice things about my "blog job" (hey, love your work, right?), is that I frequently get emails from fans thanking me for the blog. I almost invariably ask them to tell me a bit about themselves (especially, or exclusively, the kinky bits, naturally). I think I have a pretty good "bullshit detector", and can usually figure out exaggerations or outright fantasies. Amidst some of that, I receive many true accounts that are downright weird and wonderful. I came across one the other day where I asked permission to recount it, which I received.

The event in question occurred at a "play party" at a private couple's home and involved considerable embarrassment for this "poor"'fella.


He is a mid-50’s gentleman who lives in the suburbs, and is named michael. michael is slender and decent looking, although quite hairy all over (if he was mine, he would not be for long). He has had femdom fantasies for as long as he can remember, and after his divorce a few years ago he decided it was time to explore them. So he's engaged in a lot of kink over the past few years. One of the things he is quite into is chastity. He locks himself up regularly, much to the amusement of his play partners (and myself - as you'll see shortly).

One thing he was not that experienced at was having foreign objects shoved up his butt, so I personally helped him to get over that, insisting he put larger and larger things into himself, and sit on the washing machine on his dildo to really loosen himself up. Naturally I demanded photographic evidence of his "stretching regime", and received it. World, meet "michael" as I know him:


I often receive naked pictures of men, and quite enjoy it. Sometimes, as in this case, I demand them. Most ask me in advance if they may send them to me. I find that to be quaint but unnecessary. I am perfectly fine receiving unsolicited "dick pics" in my "strictjulie" email account. I also enjoy bumhole shots, well-stuffed butts, red asses from a really well-administered self spanking, and pics of "men" in frilly lingerie. It's what this email account is there for after all. But be careful, they might just get published and your stuffed butt and caged little dick might get shown all over the Internet as is poor michael's here. I don't know, but if I were a guy, I would not go around showing off that tiny little thing and well-stuffed butt, would you? But to each their own I suppose...

Recently michael (pictured above) has gone to a few private play parties mostly with a kinky man and wife couple he had met at a Kink Munch. He really hit it off with this couple on a personal level. She is dominant, and he is into being encased in latex and other materials (and generally being a subby). He's by now helped her wrap him up a few times.