Poor david.

My husband has been trying to book himself in for his annual physical with his Doctor. At his last appointment they told him they do not book a year out, and he should call in 6 months. He phoned then and was told, "we don't book 6 months in advance, call in 3 months". So he called 3 months before and was told they are all booked up for annual physicals until 6 months out, and booked him in for October. So now he's going 15 months between "annual physicals". He was very frustrated as he told me this, but I told him not to worry, as we would not be delaying his annual physical with Doctor Violet Mays at all!


As you might know Mistress Violet Mays is our favourite professional dominatrix in Toronto, and she has a special hankering (and talent, and space, and costumes, and equipment!) for medical scenes. We have played the three of us on multiple occasions in the past, including "realistic" medical scenes which my husband has a bit of a fetish for.

I contacted Violet on a Sunday with some available dates and times, and she was able to book us in on that same Wednesday providing we could come at 2pm which we were delighted to do (we both took the day off work for it. Ha ha!). I described the rough outline of the scene I had in mind in a follow-up email to her. I know david well enough that I did not consult him, which had the benefit of keeping him guessing (there would be a BIG surprise for him - tee hee!).

We arrived at our appointment right on time and was greeted at the door by a very professional looking Dr. Violet in a smart beige knee length pencil skirt, blouse, beautiful heels, and a Doctor's coat above it all. She was wearing glasses to complete the look. We started out by sitting at the kitchen bar and having glasses of water as we made small talk. Violet and I sent david off to shower as it was a very hot day out and he would have been sweaty. I told him to shower and get re-dressed.

As david was away in the shower Violet and I went over the scene. The scene had multiple parts and suggested activities and Violet had committed them all to memory. I swear that woman has a photographic memory for such things! There were certain clarifications around the order of things and logistics around certain elements that we worked out.

When david returned from his shower, we started the scene. We both shook hands with Dr. Mays. She welcomed david back and commented how nice it was to see a wife take such interest in her husband's health and that I was very welcome to sit in on his annual checkup. She showed us into the examination room (there is an actual room for examinations). Violet showed me to a seat in the corner of the room and instructed david to undress down to his underwear and to have a seat on the examination table. It was a real examination table. There was crinkly paper and everything. Violet left the room saying she would return momentarily.

My plan was to remain relatively involved, just acting as a wifely witness to the humiliations I knew would follow. Maybe throwing in the occasional comment but not really partaking otherwise, just observing.

david undressed to his tightey wightey undies (worn specially for the occasion!). He sat up there on the table, on the crinkly paper, with his legs dangling. I noticed his hands on his "lap", concealing his burgeoning erection.

Violet returned in a bustling manner, the busy Doctor. She put on her stethoscope and began david's examination.

She started with a clipboard in hand asking him various health related questions to which she would note his answer. Things about diet and exercise, smoking, and alcohol consumption. She looked vaguely disappointed with some of his answers. She asked about his urination and his bowel movements. She asked about the regularity of his sexual activity, glancing over at me with a smile as she did so. He admitted that the frequency of intercourse was quite limited. I said nothing and just smiled. He was telling the truth. She asked him if there was any issues with his libido, and was the frequency of sexual activity satisfying to me. He had to admit that sexual activity was quite frequent. He stammered out that it was usually oral sex that he provided to me. She asked if oral sex was ever provided to him. He admitted, "rarely" (true!). She clarified, "but rarely intercourse?". He confirmed that was the case. I had to step in on that one, "well... not quite true..." I said. Violet looked at david questioningly. He blushingly admitted that he received frequent anal intercourse from me using my strap-on dildo. I just smirked with a satisfied grin as Violet smiled at me. Violet - if you are reading this - all of that was actually quite true. Ha ha! She asked him if he ever masturbated, and he had to admit he did, and with what frequency (several times a week - also quite true).

After noting all his responses she then began in on the physical examination.

She listened to his heart and his breathing. Took his pulse. Measured his blood pressure. She looked into his ears and throat. She tested his reflexes with the little hammer thing to his knees, and a sharp stirrup looking thing to the soles of his feet. During this procedure she got quite close up to him, brushing him in a very subtly sexual manner. Just a whiff of it really. The most overtly sexual thing about Violet was her bright red lipstick (apart from her beautiful, toned body and legs - she has the sleek and sexy butt I want!). at one point she had him spread his legs and slid in between them to get closer to him. Occasionally her breast would gently brush his bare skin.

She then had him on his back and performed a breast exam on him.


She told us that breast cancer was on the rise in men, and many don't appreciate that. She walked us though a very thorough breast exam, explaining what she was doing and what she was looking for as she went. david had his little tits thoroughly felt up by Violet!

She asked him if he ever performed testicular self-exams? He said he did not. She asked his permission to perform a testicular exam on him now, while instructing him what to look for during self-examinations. david looked over at me. "Of course," I answered for him.

Violet grabbed the front of his underpants, pulled them down, and hooked them under his testicles, adjusting his testicles up in the process. She then performed a ridiculously thorough examination of his penis and testicles, giving a running (very professional sounding) dialogue the whole time. It included plentiful "palpitation" of the shaft and tip, for all angles, a pinching and rubbing of the frenulum, and a spreading of the urethra. It ended with a thorough pass around each of his testicles. He naturally was very erect during this procedure. Violet told him not to be worried about that, that it was a perfectly normal reaction. Nonetheless david felt the need to repeatedly apologize for it.

She then required that david repeat the procedure on himself as we watched. She walked him through all the parts she had done.

When he was done, Violet did point out one area of concern. She picked up his penis and pointed to a discoloured area under the circumcised head. She motioned me to come over and have a look as well. She said it looked to be a mild fungal infection. She pointed out other areas on the tip, down the shaft, and on the testicles that appeared to be mildly impacted as well. She said it was nothing to be concerned about, and that she was glad she had caught it early, but if it was ok with us that she should treat it right away so that it does not get any worse. I readily agreed, as did david!

Violet said she'd take care of that after she completed the full examination, and restored his underwear so that it once again covered his penis and testicles. She then turned and put on a pair of examination gloves, indicating that it was time for the prostate exam. david groaned.


She made him get on his side in the fetal position and she pulled his underwear down at the back. She had a tube of lube and lubricated her finger and then him.


Then she stuck it in and again gave a running commentary as she rubbed her finger all over his prostate.


I got to look david right in the eyes as she was doing this. That was a fun moment. It's not everyday a wife gets to enjoy the look on her husband's face as another woman has a finger deeply up his bum! Violet went on to insert two fingers into his bum, and I could see his eyes go wide and his little grimace of pain as she did so. But he quickly settled down into a glassy-eyed sexual moan at this treatment of his backdoor.

Once Violet was done, she called me over again to have a look. She pointed out that the "mild fungal infection" seemed to extend to his anus as well, and indicated that we would also be treating that.

With the prostate exam over she once again restored his underpants and had him stand up. david was a little shaky. Ha ha!

She got her clipboard again and some calipers, and began assessing his muscular development and his fat content. She would take a measurement and then note it down, and then go on to the next. She pointed out that his chest and arms were a bit underdeveloped and that he should lift more. She estimated his fat content at 24%, and pointed out that would be just right for a female his age, but not for a man. She consulted the chart again and noticed that she had made a similar entry a year ago, and that they had agreed on a diet and exercise regime towards a target of 18% body fat this year. david made various excuses for not attaining it, but said that he had lost weight during the past year and that he should get some credit for that.

I must say, I very much enjoyed this scolding of my husband, and the pointing out of his physical shortcomings from this very beautiful woman. It was, in fact, part of my script, as was most of the preceding (I had the outline, but Violet filled in the detail very creatively!). In fact everything she said (that I had in fact asked her to say) was exactly accurate. I was disappointed that he was still well above 20% body fat, and that his chest still appeared a bit sunken in to my eyes. I guess we are spoiled by the movie star looks!

Violet looked dubiously at him for all his excuses. You can see that Violet is in supreme shape, and obviously works very hard at it. His excuses were pretty sad by contrast. She wrote a notation on her pad and said that this was really unacceptable, and that she was prescribing a spanking for him across her knee at the end of the appointment as punishment for his laxity during the past year and as motivation for the next.

"Absolutely!" I chimed in from my little chair in the corner.

"No! Please!" begged david. And he went on to again renew all his excuses and promise to do better without needing the spanking.

Ha ha! I had told david that we would be working in a spanking from Dr. Mays, and that he should vehemently object to it when sentenced. He did not know that the consequences of his objections would be, though.

As he continued arguing Violet wrote another note and said, "I'm adding a punishment enema before your spanking for your backtalk, would you like to go for a caning afterwards as well?" david was finally silent.
david had not received an enema for many years, and I thought it was high time he did so again, administered by Dr. Violet Mays!

"First lets take care of your fungal infection," she said. She made david lower and step out of his underpants and then start by lying on his side on the table in the fetal position once again. Violet explained that she would be applying an anti-fungal ointment, allow that to work itself in, and then apply mild electric shocks to the areas in question.

So yes, this would be the reappearance of the famous "Violet Wand" that we used during his last medical roleplay (Doctor's Appointment from May 2018).


I know I know. I promised that I would make an appointment for myself to have the Violet Wand applied to my pussy, with pictures and everything, but I totally chickened out! My prerogative!

Violet again put on examination gloves and squeezed some "ointment" onto her fingers. In my email I had only said "ointment" and assumed she would just use lube. In fact, it was some sort of "Icy Hot" (I did not catch the name of the stuff, but the effects on my husband were unmistakable!).

She started by smearing it liberally into and on his bumhole. She indicated he might begin to feel a mild burning and hot sensation as the ointment worked. After about 30 seconds he began squirming, and it built up from there! She then picked up the Violet Wand, adjusted it, and began zapping in and around his anus and rectum. Poor david became frantic. He was wiggling and kicking so much that Violet repositioned herself so that she was leaning across his body holding him down. david grabbed onto her as if he was holding onto Mommy as Violet continued to zip and zap at that "nasty fungus" around his anus. He cried out and was literally in tears before it was over (well, very watery eyes at the very least).

She then had him turn onto his back so that the same treatment could be applied to his penis and testicles!


"No, please," david begged softly. There was a truly evil smile on Violet's face as she scooped out some more "ointment" onto her fingers. david was freaking out knowing what was going to happen next! "No please, no please," he kept repeating. Violet ignored him (he has a safeword, the big baby). She rubbed the ointment all over his penis shaft, tip, and testicles. Again, it was a delayed reaction, but in about 30 seconds it started hitting him. His balls and his penis tip were the most impacted, especially the underside of his glans. "Oh God! Oh Fuck!" he yelled. tee hee.

Violet leaned across his legs as she applied the violet wand all up and down his penis and testicles. He could not help himself as he bucked and writhed and cried out at the treatment. It was glorious! She did not skimp on the time at all. It went on for many many minutes of acute sexy pain for my husband. I would say it was about a 10 minute treatment in all?

"There we go," she said as she finished up and released him, putting away her toys. david just lay there all wrung out saying, "Oh God, oh God," david appears to have found religion!

"Get up!" Violet said to david a bit harshly. He stood himself up on shaky legs. The "ointment" was still burning him in all his most sensitive areas, not helped by the vicious and continuous application of the static electric shocks. He was in a very sad and story state.

Violet placed a triangular bolster in the middle of the exam table and then put what looked like a diaper changing mat down on top of it. She then had him lie face down over it with his bum elevated. She unboxed a new Fleet enema to use on him.


She went to his bum, shoved it in and squeezed all the water in. "This is for your backtalk," she added. Once the enema was completely inside of him she took a smallish butt plug and plugged him with it, saying, "you hold this in until I tell you." She then made him stand (bare naked) with his back to the wall as she went to write some more notes onto her clipboard.

Before too long poor david was squirming and shooting his hand behind him to ensure the butt plug did not pop out or leak around the edges. After another couple of minutes the squirming amplified up a level. He looked all the world like a little boy desperately needing to use the potty, which was not far from the truth!

"please..." he whimpered, as a cramp hit him.

Violet looked up from her clipboard. "You hold it until I tell you," she repeated.

He squirmed in silence for another minute or so.

"pleeeease... I really need to... go..." As he said this he squirmed quite violently by now.

Violet raised her glasses and looked at him. "Not yet," she said.

"Oh God! Please!" david became more forceful. "I'll have an accident!" he said.

"You had better not," said Violet threateningly.

After another minute or so of carrying on. Violet walked up to him. "Are you sorry for back-talking me?" she asked. david said he was and apologized profusely and said it would never happen again. "Are you going to take your spanking without a fuss," asked Violet. "Yes Ma'am!" he practically yelled out. "All right then, you may go to the bathroom and release it."

david shot out of the room and waddled as fast as he could to the bathroom and shut the door. Violet and I laughed at his antics and walked out of the room to have a seat at the kitchen bar. Meanwhile the rudest noises were coming out of the bathroom as david expelled his enema!

"Take your time," Violet yelled out to him. Violet said it may take some time and offered me a cocktail. She mixed up two delicious "Sidecars" (which is a cognac-based drink with orange liqueur and fresh lemon juice).


It was yummy! We discussed how the scene was going so far and I said "perfect!" This to the background of david still moaning and farting and wiping and flushing on his toilet.

Violet said she had an interesting evening planned. She had organized a group of Toronto-based Pro Dommes to get together in a bar for a social, the first of its kind to allow Pro Dommes to network. Toronto is a real hub for Pro Dommes, in case you did not know it. She said she had about 35 coming!

Eventually david staggered out of the toilet looking very much wrung out. Violet immediately got back into character and said "come along," to him. She took the straight-backed wooden chair I had been sitting on and put it into the middle of the room. She placed a paddle and a short strap within reach just behind her and to the side on the exam table and sat on the chair. She beckoned david across her lap for his spanking.

She gave him a bit of a lecture first and then began spanking him with her hand. She delivered quite a powerful hand spanking to him before reaching for the strap and applying that across his backside. She finished off by picking up a round hardwood paddle with holes drilled into it.


She applied that vigorously to his backside which had him kicking and screaming and begging for mercy (again, he has his safeword!). She very much toasted his naughty backside with that paddle, turning him a very satisfying deep red.

She let him up and he danced and clutched at his punished backside as Dr. Mays once again explained her expectations for his body fat percentage for his next annual physical.

The checkup was not quite over yet, however. She removed the bolster and placed the still clean diaper changing pad down on the table and told him to lie down on the examination table. She handed him a small cup and told him she needed a sperm sample for the lab. She said we would leave him in privacy as he went ahead and did that. With that she and I walked out of the room and closed the sliding door shut.

We had another sip of our drinks. When they were done Violet knocked on the door and asked, "are you done yet?"

"Not quite yet!" yelled out david, no doubt jerking away on the table.

"Hurry up," she said, "I need to prepare the room for the next patient."

She gave him another 30 seconds and then opened the door and barged him, catching him "red penised" with his hand violently stroking his dick. She pulled on a glove, applied lube, and said, here, give me that. She applied the lube to his cock which had him moaning. She told him to take over again and to look at her. She took off the glove and put it aside. She looked him deeply in he eye as he stroked and slowly undid a button of her blouse. She pulled her blouse aside and showed him her lacy bra. Next she took one of her breasts out and showed him her nipple. All the time she looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes shot between hers and her exposed breast that she was fondling and playing with. Suddenly he came powerfully as Violet laughed. He was a good boy and shot all his sperm into the little cup, and milked some more in out of the tip.

She took the cup, had a good luck, and then said "it turns out we don't need the lab tests after all. Drink it." He had to take the little cup and drain the ejaculate into his mouth and then down his throat, swallowing every drop.

And with that the scene was over and we all laughed together with david saying how amazing it was. Yay!

We sent david to shower again to get all the goop off as Violet and I renewed our conversation. When david came out there were hugs all around, and david thanked Violet profusely for his checkup.

As we were leaving she said she was just calling a cab to go get her hair done. I offered to drive her there and she readily accepted. We went together to our car parked nearby. I sat in the back with Violet as david chauffeured us. I heard a little more about what was planned for the party and a little more about the Pro Domme scene in Toronto.

All in all, a very fun time was had by all!

Thank you again Violet, for another sexy outing and for taking such good care of my husband and I.

Subbies in or visiting Toronto: you owe yourself a session with Mistress Violet. Read her website, save your pennies, and reach out to her. Tell her Julie sent you. She is extremely versatile and can make your fantasies come true, safely and discretely.

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I've been writing up a new post about a solo sexual experience I had the other day. Yes, I masturbated.

NOT a photo of me (I wish!)

I actually do it quite frequently. I love my husband and get great sexual pleasure from him (and especially his hyper-talented and well-trained tongue), but that doesn't mean I don't also enjoy the occasional ménage à moi, paddling the pink canoe, strummin' the 'ol banjo, you get the drift.

Certain things I read or see might set me off. I get a sexual feeling about something, and might feel a little tingle or even a gush of wet. If alone, I might put my hand down there to explore. Sometimes I might touch myself a bit and nothing comes of it. Other times it feels right, and I continue. I don't necessarily have a fixed image in my head. It's more like a feeling of something I consider sexy.

The other day I came across a poem written by fondles on her blog Fondlers Anonymous called The Hand that Spanks.

It was a short little poem she wrote that captured my fancy. I won't reproduce the whole thing here (please click over for that), but here is a sense from two excerpts:
And fondles illustrated it with this photo...

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Well, it got me going, and from there I spun this whole (frankly disturbing!) fantasy in my head and had an orgasm.

I describe it all in sordid detail in this new, as yet unpublished, blog post. I also found a few choice pics of women masturbating to include. The first pic above was one of them (that is not me).

But then I thought... maybe... I should include a selfie of myself, actually masturbating...

It feels very... submissive... to do something like that. But I am feeling a bit submissive right now.

Should I post those pics? There is nothing personally identifying in them, just a farther descent down the depravity rabbit hole for Julie.

I mean, I will or I won't. It will be entirely my choice in the end. But would it gross you out? Me, a supposedly Dominant Woman, with her legs spread, her fingers in her pussy, her breasts on full display, fantasizing about being spanked and taken...

- and yes, this pre-post is a total tease... but I'm a pretty girl and I need some attention :-)

Julie

Before I start this post, I just want to thank all my wonderful readers for the incredible engagement from my teaser post, Feeling Exhibitionistic. Over 100+ comments from readers (plus another 100+ responses from me of course). In fact, you broke Google (blogger comments in "Embedded" mode tap out after 200)! I was feeling a bit down for various reasons, and receiving that quantity of love and affection, well, just, THANK YOU.

In that previous post I described how I got turned on reading a poem written by fondles on her blog Fondlers Anonymous called The Hand that Spanks. I had this whole extended masturbation session that started with me imagining my husband spanking me and then making rough love to me, but then spun off into a ridiculous (and dark!) direction before I was "done". I went to write it up (essentially this blog post now) and after finishing it felt very... submissive.

One of the more submissive things I do is publish embarrassing photos of myself on my blog. It allows all of my readers (whom I consider to be friends) to see me at my most vulnerable, and tease me (which I invite, and turns me on even more). Every new level of depraved photo published changes my relationship with my blog and my readers.

I had never published a photo of me fingering myself, which I do during masturbation. It made my tummy do flip-flops actually considering posting such a photo. For me, masturbation is a secret thing. A guilty thing. I've been doing it since I was a child. My earliest memories were putting my stuffed doggy between my legs and humping it. I progressed to flicking my clitoris and fingering my pussy. I would do this at home, in my bedroom, with the door shut, at night. I was always worried about somebody walking in on me. I was particularly worried about my Daddy walking in on me and seeing me doing that! That sort of shame now turns me on, though at the time it did not.

As it happened, I actually had a photoset of me fingering myself as I do during masturbation. I considered giving it to a French blogger who wanted to do a series on me to post, but for various reasons he never got the project off the ground. When I took them, I sat down at the foot of my bed, arranged a mirror in front of me, and took a bunch of photos of me doing what I do during masturbation. I was super critical of the results, and trimmed them way down. I got down to two that I thought were fit. Then I cropped and blurred the background, and softened the edges to make them look more sexy.

I promise, I have the actual photos below, but as a tease, here are the two that remained, artistically filtered by Photoshop.


As you can imagine from the cutouts, I am completely naked, my legs are spread wide, my breasts are on full frontal display, and I am fingering myself!!! (BLUSH)

In this post I will walk you though what went through my head as I did it (as I masturbated to fondles poem and beyond). It was not as linear as I portray here, nor were the details quite as worked out, but all those feelings that I describe were there. The scenes were hazier and less specific, though the best way to share the feelings is to provide a bit more after-the-fact detail and illustrate with some photos off the web that are, like, YES, as I will do here. There is even some never-before published artwork from lil jo that I kept in the "spank bank" for just such an occasion.

Also, there are things I describe here that a fully grown-up, married woman, such as myself, absolutely should not be doing. They are very, very embarrassing things. I cringe at the knowledge you will be reading all about what I do in a moment. But my husband was out of the house, and I was completely alone in bed... You will see.



Let me back up a moment and explain what got us here.

Reading fondles' poem got me all hot and tingly and bothered. I re-read it a few times (thank you Miss fondles). My initial thoughts went to my husband. How I feel when he pulls me bare naked across his knee and gives me one of his ridiculously appropriately hard hand spankings (all he needs is his hand). And after the spanking how I crave his cock in me, even in my ass if that is where he chooses to put it (though I will never admit that I crave it there to him - he needs to take me if it's going to be up the ass...)

I went up into the bedroom and undressed. I lay on the bed. I pulled my iPad into me and navigated back to the poem. I started rubbing myself thinking about it. Thinking of the feelings of being dominated like this then taken. I lick my thumb and fingers and put my fingers in my pussy. I rub my clit with my thumb. My fingers play around the entrance to my vagina. I pull my hand out and taste my own juices, and lick my hand some more, and then go back at it.

When I need more I pull my fingers out of my cunt and drag them up to my clit where I really go at it. I rub it in a circular motion and then I spank it with my fingertips, and then rub it some more. I can feel my clit engorging: getting bigger and more prominent. I bring my left hand into play. I spread my lips with my left hand while continuing with my right. My clit is way more exposed this way.


I am thinking of being across my husband's knee, getting the spanking of my life. My mind flashes to a group of men witnessing my spanking. I feel a surge of wetness and a heat. From there I am put on all fours and fucked doggy style by my husband as the men watch. My right hand rubs my pussy and my left my breasts as I am imagining the fucking I am receiving from my husband in front of these men.


I'm not quite there. I calm myself down a bit, let myself coast. I pick up the poem again and re-read it. I keep focusing on the hand.. spanking... and the implied fucking afterwards. I glance again at the photo that fondles decided to include.

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Wait, that's not a husband with his wife, that's something different from that. My mind spins off in another direction...

What follows is a bit rapey in nature. To be clear, it is not a rape. I am not being raped in my fantasy. But it will feel like it. If you are uncomfortable with these motifs, please do not read on. As a further disclaimer, I want to emphasize that fantasizing about having rough sex from strangers, and actually wanting or having rough sex from strangers, are a million miles apart and are not to be confused.

I imagine I am completely naked and embarrassed about it. My hands and arms covering my pussy and my breasts. A hot blush on my chest, neck, and face.


I am in a darkened room, a spotlight on me. Sitting half-obscured in the shadows in leather chairs in a semi-circle around me are a half-dozen men in suits, some smoking cigars, some with a drink in their hands, not talking at all, silent, staring at me. No. Not staring at me. Staring at my body. I could see the lust in their eyes.

I prop the photo fondles included up on my bed. It's a good photo of a pretty girl being spanked by her man, in perfect position to be taken immediately after.


One hand roams across my breasts as my other gently teases at my pussy. I cover myself with my hands in shame, and then rub myself again.


Why was I there? Who were these men? There was no elaborate plot in my fantasy (I suppose I could make one up now, after the fact, to justify it). There were emotions. The emotion was that I was not being forced to do this, but nor was I doing it willingly. Maybe I had made a power-play and I had lost. If I wanted to keep my position, my money, my prestige in the outside world, I would need to do what these men required. Something like that. That was the feeling.

The man in the center silently shook his finger at me, and motioned for me to drop my hands to my sides. I reluctantly did and felt my face and breasts flush hotter. My shaved pussy was on full display. My breasts were on full display. My hands were trembling. My breathing was heavy.


As I had this thought my hands dropped to my sides and balled into little fists. I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my upper arms against the sides of my breasts and rubbing my thighs together. I imagined my breasts and my vagina totally exposed like that.


I imagined being fully nude, completely naked, in a roomful of smirking superior business men. I was not a stripper, or a whore, I was their equal, their superior even (or at least, was before this). The fall is what is most humiliating. The fall from a woman to be feared, to a naked little whore...

The man made a motion with his hand to turn around, a full circle, slowly. I complied, gritting my teeth. All the men could see my bare white bottom as I turned. This was my punishment, the ultimate indignity, or so I naively thought, to be displayed completely naked in front of these clothed men. To be utterly stripped of position, power, dignity, and clothes.

When I was back facing him he stood up suddenly. He walked over to the side of the room, the footsteps from his expensive shoes echoing. He effortlessly picked up a heavy ornate armless chair from the side of the room with one hand and placed it in the center of the semi-circle, facing the men, directly in front of me. I was confused. I did not know what was happening.


He took off his suit jacket. A butler stepped forward from the sidelines to take it from him. The man rolled up the sleeve of his custom-tailored white dress shirt. He removed a heavy silver signet ring from his finger on his right hand and handed it to his manservant. The servant faded into the background.

He came around beside me and took me by my upper arm. I imagined his grip was not painful, but felt unbreakable. I could feel the strength in his hand and arm. He pulled me around to the front of the chair. He sat, spreading his legs, and pulled me between them. I was still confused as to what would happen next, blushing furiously in my nudity, not thinking straight.

He pulled me down across his left thigh. My head was very close to the ground. I felt one hard smack to my bottom. It finally dawned on me. I was to be spanked. Spanked like a naughty child on her bare bottom, fully nude, in front of an audience of men. This could not be happening. I was an important and powerful businesswoman, not a child to be spanked on her bare bum! I felt completely humiliated.

I imagined my real-life boss's boss at work, a handsome man, and all my male coworkers. I know they would love to see me naked, of course. They probably think I am a bitch at work. They are probably vanilla. Imagine what would go through their heads if they saw me given a spanking like this??? They would love to see me kick and scream and beg, reduced to the status of a six-year-old. They would enjoy the views of my jiggling breasts dangling in front, of my naked bottom, of my pussy!

I felt completely jack-knifed across his leg. He adjusted himself so that those watching had a perfect view of my backside. The spotlight was still on me. I felt the blood rushing into my head.


I thought as I rubbed myself, "on no, please! don't spank me like this. don't show off my bare bottom and my bare pussy like this. Not to all these men. Please no. Not an actual spanking. Not spanked like a child. Not with my pussy so open and exposed and vulnerable and pouting out as if ready to be fucked...". Those were the words in my own head as I masturbated to the thought of this pre-spanking exposure. Some of my real-life colleagues mixed in. I will surely blush next time I see them at work!

His left hand steadied me. He begins the spanking.

I imagine that the spanks sound out like gunshots in the large echoey chamber. I have been spanked by my husband, over his knee, naked, with only his bare hand. Just his hand. I know what it feels like. I know what a job a strong male hand can do on a poor girl's bottom.


How humiliating! I stroke myself imagining the spectacle I am making of myself, kicking and crying out. Imagining the man's hard palm crashing down onto my defenseless cheeks. I turn onto my left side and I spank my own bottom with my right as I play with my pussy.

He concentrates on the lowest part of my buttocks: the fleshy undersides. His fingertips carelessly whip into my pussy lips as his palm connects hard to my near cheek. "no... not there..." I whisper to myself as I spank my pussy lips from behind and rub my clit.

His spanks move down to the tops of my thighs, well-padded for such punishment. I wriggle uncontrollably at the pain of his hard hand punishing the backs of my thighs. I move my own hand down and smack my thighs. Hard.

I feel him pulling my cheeks apart and spanking the insides of my bottom cleft. My butthole is on full humiliating display! I can't bear it!


As I imagine this my hand goes to my bottom cheeks and spreads them. I brush my fingers across my asshole as I hold my cheeks wide apart. I brush my pussy lips from behind. I try to smack as closely inside my bottom cleft as I can. I fiddle my clit.

I can imagine my legs kicking wildly and uncontrollably spreading open. I can imagine my anal pucker clenching and releasing as I am spanked like this. I can imagine the lips of my cunt spreading widely to reveal what's inside as I struggle. A completely humiliating show for all the men present.

Still on my side, I slowly flutter kick my legs, my hand feeling my pussy and asshole open and close as I do so. I give myself the occasional slap on whatever part of my intimate anatomy becomes available, as I imagine the man is doing to me. I allow the fingers of my hand to penetrate into asshole and pussy (from behind) as I wriggle and kick, so I can feel those parts of me opening and then contracting down on my fingers, as I imagine those openings would do in front of the mens' lustful gaze.

The man meticulously covers every inch of my previously private, most closely guarded, flesh. Nor does my pussy escape, rather it is spanked. Directly spanked! The men are actually laughing as my pussy is spanked and I am made to react and gyrate like a greedy whore because of the pain.

As I imagine this, I have turned back to lying down and am giving myself full slaps to my wet cunt. Slapping it hard. Painfully hard. Then frantically rubbing my clit. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.


His palm then continues crashing into my poor, sore backside. I become frantic, yelling out and wriggling madly across his knee. The thought of escaping from across his knee never even occurred to me.

He stops. I am able to finally catch my breath, believing my ordeal to be over.

But no.

He calls out to his manservant, asking for the paddle.

"No! Not that! I'm so sore already. Not a paddling! Please!"I say this to myself as I continue rubbing my pussy and fingering my hot wet snatch.


The manservant hands him the paddle and then steps away. He hoists the leg I am draped across even higher. He places his right leg across both of mine, doubling me over even more so than before. I feel my pussy poking dramatically out. I also realize that there is no escape for me. I am going to be paddled, and paddled severely. I do not have a safeword. Nothing like that. I will be paddled until he decides that it will stop, not before.

He begins.

The paddle crashes into my defenseless cheeks! ARGHHHH!

In real life I have been paddled, paddled hard. I know what it feels like. It's agony.  This was the result of my last hard paddling.


I replay the sensations in my mind as I stroke myself. The agony of the paddle crashing again and again and again into my ass. The complete inability to stop it. I have a stout wooden hairbrush that we keep on the bedside drawer. I pick that up.


I roll over sideways again and I scrunch up into more a fetal position. I rub the hard wood against the soft lips of my pussy. I pull the brush back and smack my bottom cheeks. Ouch! Harder. OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! (silly, silly, little woman) I am playing with my pussy with my left hand, but my left hand is not good at this. I put down the brush and roll back over onto my back. I bring both hands to my pussy and really go to town. My left penetrates me as my right rubs my clitty. My ass is now glowing and sore from the hairbrush,

His hand and foot keep me rigidly in place. There is no escape from the punishment. The eyes of his smirking compatriots are felt keenly on me as he reduces me to the status of bawling little girl across Daddy's knee. I am reduced to begging him to stop. Pleading with him to stop, please stop, while all the men laugh at my pleas for mercy!


The paddle crashes down relentlessly on my elevated ass. I can feel it compressing into my pussy lips as he whacks my lower bum!

The man stops paddling and asks me mockingly, "are we going to be a good little employee for me from now on?"

"YES!" I cry out through my tears.

"Yes what?"


"Yes Daddy!" I scream out from across his knee. Everybody laughs at that. The expected response was "Sir". I just said "Daddy" inadvertently, not being able to help myself, much to the amusement of him and his assembled gentlemen. Perhaps that is what earned me some mercy, some fatherly feeling from the man, because, finally...

the spanking was over.

I am stood up. I imagine my ass is bright red, my eyes are crying big wet salty tears and my nose is running with snot. I no longer care that my tits and my pussy are fully visible. He walks me to the side of the room. Another spotlight comes on illuminating a leather and wooden spanking horse. I see it and I resist, pulling back against his arm. He pulls me forward and smacks my bottom hard with his hand and pushes me over to the bench. "Don't make me put you across my knee again," he warns. No no no no no, not that.

He bends me over the contraption, fastening my spread wide ankles to the floor on one side and my wrists on the other. He pushes a button that makes the midsection rise, lifting my hands and feet up off the floor.

I saw the photo once and saved it. It spawned this part of my fantasy.

Oh no. Was this my "timeout" position? My bright red ass fully on display. My legs pulled widely apart to show off my well-spanked pussy and bumhole. My breasts fully visible between my whorishly-spread legs.

The manservant reappears and puts a shallow step between my feet. What's this for?

One by one the spectators rise and come over to me. One of the men steps forward and pulls out his cock. I can see it upside down between my spread legs.


"No... not that... pleeeease not that. Pleeeeease!" I say to myself, realizing this is not timeout. I am going to be used by all the men present!

I rub my pussy raw on my bed thinking about that moment of realization.

He approaches me from behind. He roughly grabs at my pussy with his hand. "After all that, this stuck up little bitch is soaking wet!" he says to his fellow witnesses.

I rub my clit more furiously, reciting to myself, "Oh my God. The bitch is wet. Soaking wet. After a spanking no less. What a slut. She needs to be fucked. She clearly needs a good fucking. Fuck her. Hard and fast. No mercy for this little whore. She's earned it. Earned it. Bad girl. Slut. Earned it. Fuck her. Hard..."

He rises up onto the step. His cock is in perfect position to fuck my pussy. I imagine the head of his cock at my entrance.


I reach beside me and open my bedside drawer. I have a realistic feeling dildo I keep for just such an occasion.


He pushes in with a guttural moan, impaling me completely, to the hilt, balls deep on his first thrust. In reality, I go in more slowly with my dildo. When I feel I am ready, I thrust it in the final two inches, hard and deep and fast. I cry out in pain! All the men laugh at my pain. The man behind me vigorously fucks my cunt, jack-hammering me. I rub my clit with my right hand. I spit on it for more lubrication. I am fucking myself with the dildo with my left.


Grabbing my hips, he pushes in deep and cries out as he injects his hot sperm deep into my pussy.

He pulls out and another takes his place. I pull the dildo fully out, imagining the changing of the guard. This time fantasy matches reality as I shove the dildo all the way in to its base, deeply into my well-worked pussy. My cervix cries out from the abuse.


The fucking is repeated. The deep sperming is repeated. This happens again and again and again. I am crying but the men are relentless. I beg them to slow down, my pussy is worn out. I am reduced to begging them, "please Sir! My pussy is so sore! Please!" They laugh at me and each one gives me a hard, deep, thorough fucking and cums inside of me.


Each time a cock is replaced in my fantasy the dildo comes out in real life and then I slam it hard and deep back into my wet cunt.

"Are you learning your lesson? Are you learning your place?" the original man asks me, stroking my head after the last spectator man has pulled out.

I stroke my clit furiously while fingering my pussy. "Learning my lesson. Yes Sir. Learning my place. Learning. Lessons. Place..."

"I have one more lesson for you," says the man. He too takes his cock out. What's one more fucking after so many.

He spits directly onto my asshole and he rubs it in with his hand.

"Oh No! GOD NO! NOT THERE! NO! NO!"

I reach for the bedside lube. The man in my fantasy shows me no such mercy. Only spit, pussy juice, and spent cum for this slut. I raise my legs high and I lube the dildo and my backdoor. I gently push the big dildo in. Shit that hurts! I wiggle and wriggle on it. I breathe deeply. I make to go potty. BAM! The big head goes in to an audible cry of pain. Thank goodness nobody is listening!


I allow it to sit there for a moment, without moving. Breathing deeply. Fuck it's big. I gently start working the dildo in, deeper and deeper. Fucking myself a bit with it. Eventually it is in to the hilt. I can't believe it. It's so big!

I lower my legs. The bed pushed the dildo in deeper still. I again finger my pussy and rub my clit is I grind my hips on the mattress, making the dildo fuck my ass.

As I am doing this I am fantasizing about the man. Is he my husband? Not in the fantasy. But he has the feeling of my husband, just not my husband. But just like him.

"Take it," he tells me as he slowly and thoroughly fucks my ass.


It is a long ass fucking. His breathing deepens and quickens. I can feel him hardening inside of me. Like a rod of iron. I grind my hips into my mattress on my dildo as I rub my clit. He grabs my hips and pushes deeply into me, spasming as he injects my asshole with his hot cum.



I have not cum yet. I cannot cum with this giant dildo up my ass! I waddle over to the bathroom and I slide it out while over the toilet. There is mess... I clean myself and then I shower. A hot shower. I am still horny. I soap myself. All over. Especially those places.


I go back to the bed as I am drying myself with a towel. I am still incredibly horny. Should I wait for my husband and jump his bones, or should I be selfish and finish myself off now? I opt for selfish.

I have an idea.

Ok, now. I really, really don't want to write this next part! It's so nerdy, and silly, and I imagine is the thing a little boy might do just discovering his sexuality. But here I am, a married grown woman doing it! You want to know what a completely silly slut I am? read on. BLUSH! Oh geeze... here goes.

There is squeeze bottle of lube next to the bed.


I put the towel down on the bed. I lie down, turn sideways, and inject the liquid lube into my bottom hole (!), as if a man had squirted in there. I turn over and do the same into my pussy. I add a bit more for authenticity. I can feel the lube squishing around inside of me. Oops! It wants to cum out of my bottom hole! Oh no. It feels like... I need to do diarrhea. My pussy just feels incredibly, overly, wet and squishy. As I rub my thighs together the lube squishes around inside of me. The lube makes my hands and pussy very slippery. I move my hand to my clit area. That feels good. I can cum this way...

I go back into my head for the rest of the fantasy.

I am filled with cum, pussy and asshole. The man lowers the horse, unfastens my wrists and my ankles, and helps me up. He leads me back to the center of the room. He cuffs my wrists, then raises them above my head, fastening them to a hook on the end of a chain attached to the ceiling. He goes to the side of the room and pushes a button which raises the chain, stretching me out, until I am on tip-toes.


No! The cum. It begins seeping out of me. There is no stopping it!!!! The doors open and more people walk in. Including wives and girlfriends of the watchers! All elegantly dressed in cocktail gowns with expensive high heeled shoes. Servants mill around serving hoes-d'ouevres on trays. The spotlight is on me. I am the center of attention. They comment on my spanked ass. They cannot fail to comment on the sperm dripping out of my frontside and backside fuckholes.

In real-life I get up off the bed, put the towel down on the floor, stand on it on my tip-toes and raise my hands high above my head (what a silly, silly, horny girl!!!!). I can feel the "cum" beginning to drip out of me. The lube wants to squirt out my backdoor! I need to clench hard. But I also feel it dribbling out my pussy and down my legs. I try to squeeze my pussy but it does no good. It continued dribbling down my inner thighs. I won't let it out the backdoor. I hold it in. But I'm cramping a little. Oh oh. Was it too much lube back there. I relax and let a little out. Oh dear. I'm dripping cum out my backside also. It drips down my inner thighs, front and back combining. I move the towel back to the bed and throw myself on it. My bumhole and pussy are so squishy. I rub my legs together, feeling the "cum" between my thighs. I start diddling my clit.

I replay the fantasy from the start. Naked in front of the men. Spanked across his knee, pussy and bumhole opening and closing and wriggling obscenely in front of the assembled men, making them hard. Then paddled to tears! Bent over the bench. Fucked and cum into by all the men watching. Then fucked in the ass by my Alpha. Finally strung up in the center of the room, cum visibly dripping out of my pussy and asshole. Men and woman both seeing me.

The people are all milling around now, making smalltalk with one another. Occasionally I overhear one or the other comment about me. About how I called the man "Daddy" at the end of my paddling. How I was sopping wet following my spanking. About all the cock I took. About John (yes, that's his name) spanking me, showing me who's boss, and then teaching me my final lesson by fucking me hard in my ass, by sperming into my ass. The men freely fondle me. Squeezing and slapping and twisting my breasts and nipples. Smacking my bottom. No man even wants to touch my dirty cum-filled cunt. As I dangle there, spinning gently on my tip-toes. I feel the cum dribbling down my legs, pooling at my toes. My toes are dancing in their cum.


"Just look at that little red-assed cum bucket!" says one of the women present.
"She's dribbling sperm!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"

Oh God! look at that little red assed cum bucket... dribbling sperm... I stroke myself violently, my pussy and hands and thighs and ass and asshole soaked in slippery lube that I imagine is male ejaculate, and have one of the biggest orgasms of my life.

OH FUCK!!!! I cry out as I violently cum, losing all control of my limbs.


It's over. All my muscles relax as I gently stroke my labia and my breasts, giving myself some much needed "aftercare". I am soaking wet from both myself and from all the simulated cum on and in me. I laugh at myself and shake my head. I realize I will have to write this up for you all! My dark and silly fantasies, my self-spankings, my fingering of myself, my "lube trick" to simulate sperm in me. Yeah, right. Mature, grown, married woman!

I get up off the bed still laughing at myself and feeling a bit sheepish. I climb in the shower for the second time and soak myself for a long, relaxing time.


So that was my fantasy and my orgasm that day. All of that really happened. All those thoughts were exactly the thoughts that made me cum so hard.

I know. I know. Someone get this girl a psycho-analyst!

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So that was my fantasy during my extended masturbation session. But now it's time. Deep breath. I need to show the two photos. Oh fuck!

First of all, please don't be disappointed.  I am not a model, the lighting is very bad, and it's a selfie. There are so many better pictures of women masturbating on the net (some of which I have included above). You also can't see much because I had to blow up the photo and crop myself because it was taken far away through a mirror. Also, my hand is covering "the goods" because of the angle. So these will likely win the vote for the worst female masturbation photos on the web!

But they are me, they are real, my finger is deep in my pussy, which in these photos is very wet. I was excited taking these photos and knowing they will be posted. I know I make fun of men for stroking themselves off like little monkeys, and here I am, doing the exact same thing and posting it on the web for all my readers, and many strangers, to see.

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Here is photo number one.

#1

Yes, that is me. My legs spread wide. My middle finger up my cunt. I am fortunate that the camera bisected my tits so you can see both of them clearly.

Here is a closeup of my finger in my pussy.


I'm sorry it's so blurry and so hard to see anything. I'm also sorry I'm such a needy attention whoring slut...

Here is the other decent photo.

#2

In this photo I like the way just one breast peeks out at you. And again, note the legs spread wide. My husband will physically spread my knees like this and push them back to about this angle to have better access to my sex during one of my wife-fuckings. He goes in sooo deep when I'm spread like this. In this photo, however, it is my own finger that is buried up there.

There did it. Ok, so I masturbate. I stick my fingers into my pussy and I masturbate. I flick at my clitoris and I masturbate. I dream up ridiculous and extreme fantasies and masturbate because I can't get off to Prince Charming romantically Kissing me on My Lips. I can't even get off thinking about vanilla sex. I need to be beaten and subjugated by a roomful of men to get off.

Messed up chick!

PHEW

Hope you liked the photos (and the honesty!). Tell me, which one's nicer #1 or #2? Also, please tell me what these fantasies and illustrations inspire in you that you may want to do to me. I really enjoy those thoughts on my more subby posts...

Feeling vulnerable and needing a good shaming by my readers and then a good spanking from my hubby. I love you all...

One of my favourite "first reponders" is Brett, who sometimes gets inspired by a post and will write comments and emails that really express the essence of a scene.

Responding to Julie's Masturbation Session (you need to read it if you have not already - it even has photos of me fingering myself for real!) he writes in the comments

The account here is stunning. This girl, and I do mean *girl*, doesn't need a psycho-analyst, she needs a disciplinarian. In all the years I've been following this blog, you've never been as shamefully naughty as you've been this week. Your exposure is profound. I read through this very slowly, pausing to picture in my mind everything you were describing in detail. It feels like I was in the room with you, in your mind with you, and your humiliating performance is still palpable. The embarrassment you felt when you posted this must have been intense, and it should warm you for a long time to cum. It's a bit of a game-changer here because, though you've exposed your submissive side and experiences in many ways, this to me represents a more personal submission and vulnerability to your readers not like anything you've shared before. As such, it's possibly the most erotic account I've read, and these are the best female masturbation photos on the web. Generic pics of models or porn stars can't touch them.

I reached out by email after his comment thanking him and telling how much he "gets" me. He then returned my email with a series of more lengthy ones (which I hoped he would!). My commentary in red. The images added in are mine as well.

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Dear Julie. Thank YOU. It was such a pleasure to read and see your latest post, even more so than I expected. The tease up to it was exciting, and I wasn't sure you'd go through with it. I would not have blamed you at all if, when it came to pushing the send button, you had decided against publishing your masturbation. What you sent was more than simply that. If I had read your account before you posted, I would have recognized you enjoyed the pins and needles you sat on while writing it, but thought it too embarrassing for you to share.

Yes. Even more embarrassing Brett pointing out that the "correct" and "mature" thing to have done would be NOT to hit publish, but I did anyways...

As I read your account, I found it reminiscent of adolescence. A boy or girl at an age where they've discovered masturbation, the hormones raging, with no sexual outlet beyond what they can do alone in the secrecy of their room, and have indulged in repeated self-stimulation to a point where they are desperate to take it to a next level. In his or her bedroom, waiting til everyone else is out of the house, that inflamed boy or girl will behave without restraint. To what depths will that young mind go to find a more satisfying sexual release? Four solid walls, closed and covered windows are the only protection from unimaginable embarrassment should their shameful behavior be discovered. Is it not unbecoming for a mature married woman to be alone on her bed like an overstimulated teenager, slavishly devoting herself to, and helplessly controlled by her own salacious urges?

That is how I felt. Out of control. Not being able to control my own pussy. Desperately guilty about it at the same time.

And so you were all alone, your husband out of the house, no supervision for young Julie with her pants on fire. The pants had to go, and you were bare naked on your bed like the girl who used to worry about her Daddy catching her. You don't need to be totally nude in order to masturbate, but to totally submit to the sordid visions of dominant men in your mind, you stripped bare for them, exposing everything to their lustful objectifying eyes. It wasn't enough to be telling us you masturbated while thinking you were being punishment spanked over your husband's knee with groups of strange men watching your humiliation, you were sharing every detail of your masturbatory performance. Here I sit not just knowing you do it, but step-by-step exactly how you play with yourself, how you rub your clit and spank it, our pretty little slut in heat. Your disgraceful fantasies were just beginning, though, as if your subconscious had righteously judged your selfish naked behavior in bed, and was now prepared to subject you to the full punishment you had coming.

My "pants on fire". Oh BLUSH!
Yes, every detail. How I finger myself, how I rub my clitty, how I spank it! Touching myself where I imagine the mens' eyes fixate.

I love how full nudity can still in this day and age be so embarrassing for a boy or girl, such a potent symbol of lower standing and higher susceptibility, how you can feel the eyes of witnesses on your bare skin, head-to-toe, like an army ant of invasion of your most private space. The higher you are, the longer the fall, and so who do you NOT want to witness such painful indignity? To see you truly "taken down a peg?" At work? In your bed, on your altar of indecency, you prop up the photo of the pretty girl bent helplessly over the edge of the table.


Is that your boss's boss? Grabbing the girl's hair in one fist, his other hand spanking her bared bottom? Fingertips tease your exposed clit, your fevered mind takes you to that place because it thirsts for the shame.

Grabbing my hair, spanking my bared bottom... publicly

Your reputation at stake before your male colleagues, where you've attained a high level of power and position. How easily that can all be stripped away. See that naked girl contorting to hide her breasts and pussy behind barely adequate arms and hands. With sincere modesty, she fights her exposure.


Could that be innocent Julie, doing all that is humanly possible to cover her privates? Mortifying enough that you are showing so much bare white skin to those six well-dressed men over whom you once presided.

No. please no! Not this. no...

"Hands to your sides, young lady." It's not enough, and you are not in a position today where you dare disobey. You're naked to the world now.


I love the drawing! That poor young woman forced to stand naked in the center of a room full of well-dressed businessmen. The miserable look on her dismayed face tells us that she has never experienced this before except perhaps in her nightmares.

Imagine being forced against your will to be naked like that? Oh gosh!

She has no ambitions to be a stripper. She might rather have a job jumping out of airplanes without a parachute. This is a woman who holds tightly onto her privacy, only her most intimate partners having seen her bare body. Does she even know these men? It would be infinitely better if they were complete strangers she would never see again. The most devastating is that she is shaved bare. With arms at sides, her pussy is not just exposed, but in a blatant fashion, her puffy hairless mound and smooth slit are an invitation.


She most definitely did not shave her pussy for strange men -- maybe just being very naughty for the seduction and pleasure of her lover? In this room of well-dressed men, she appears like a prepubescent girl.

Yes. That is sooo private!!!! Not for them! Not for all of them!

As you squirmed in heat on your bed, you were this girl, forced to turn in a slow circle, showing the men your bare white bottom. As director of your own fantasy, you must have seen where this was going, but as that helpless girl, you believed this WAS your punishment. Naked humiliation. None of these coworkers would ever view you the same again. That should have been bad enough, but not enough to satisfy a naughty little whore still squirming in unfulfilled desperation. The wretched naked woman would never even imagine that, in this room of men, she had been stripped bare for a little girl's punishment, over a strong man's knee for a spanking...

I knew where the fantasy was inevitably headed, but me, in my fantasy, was naive and did not.

As I read what you are facing I'm asking myself, what is humiliation? What might satisfy a situation where feelings of embarrassment are truly overwhelming, where you can't see beyond them to imagine a way of coping? Each person will answer that differently, but we agree that a spanking is our place to start. Where you are sitting, say that word out loud -- *Spanking* -- You prefer to speak it softly, in case someone might hear. You know what spanking means. Taken over the knee, helpless, to be punished like a child. On your BARE bottom.


This is a spanking. In my mind, having this done to you against your will, by a member of the opposite sex, and with witnesses of the opposite sex, is one of the most humiliating things imaginable! The humiliation includes the inevitable crying, carrying on, and begging, sincerely, for it to stop, please stop! My humiliation is heightened by the knowledge that all he needs is his hand to get me to that state.

We bring in an audience to raise your self-consciousness, the jury to render a verdict on your indignity.

From Shadow Lane - Heidi and Elka

We strip you bare completely. You are powerless, your status reduced to that of the smallest child, but what does your relative social or professional standing matter now? Only that the members of your audience define that standing, that you will forever be judged through their eyes?

I enjoyed how the heavy ornate chair brought from the side of the room was placed in the center of the semi-circle of facing men.


You were confused because, really, who would think...? Naked, yes, but are you not still a powerful businesswoman? Turns out, this was your disciplinarian's premeditated plan for you. The traditional armless spanking chair is still the preferred platform for dealing with bad boys and girls. The extravagance of this chair says we're putting on a show. Its solidity is the assurance that your spanking will be thorough. Center stage, nothing to distract from this dramatic scene in which you in your birthday suit will star.

Brett and I are both fans of "birthday suit discipline." A spanking is surely bad enough, but when Mommy or Daddy sentence you to birthday suit discipline on top of that???

The taking off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeve -- patiently removing his ring. A naughty girl should have had her hand on an upset tummy, or reflexively seeking to protect her tingling behind, but maybe our businesswoman in front of her coworkers was in a state of denial? And the man has a manservant to help him prepare for your punishment. Do you not think it delicious that, in this oddly Baroque setting, your station was now much lower than his. It was all such a richly formal proceeding, and with you standing there agape, a lost little girl with no power to move against the powerful current that is carrying her.

Yes. A fully witnessed birthday suit spanking. There is no position lower!

Against this strong, handsome, confident and dominant man, you could have simply been ordered to submit over his knee. Would you have dared to disobey? For how long? That could have been a scene for your coworkers to digest, hearing your desperate negotiations before the inevitable, but at least you could have spoken up for yourself. Instead, he chose to simply treat you like a child by wordlessly and forcefully taking you to your spanking. In his powerful grip, man-handled. You needed to feel his strength and be assured that you were fragile under his control, that you were a naked girl given no options here, could only blush brightly for your audience, the look on your face like nothing the "bitch at work" had ever shown her colleagues before.

This is important in my fantasies. That I not be "given a choice". That I am forced across his knee through ridiculously superior strength - a grown man handling a naughty child.

How a naughty girl is positioned for her spanking is so important, and I was excited to see your Dom was not careless in this regard. You got taken Over The Knee, which of course is idiomatic for over or across his lap or thigh. To be precise, you were turned up and over, head to the ground, backside arched wantonly high to the sky.


My "nightmare" / "worst case scenario" position! The exposure of my dangling breasts as acutely embarrassing as that of my backside.

One hard spank where it does a bad girl good, and you finally and fully understood where you had been taken. With your face at the floor, did the men get to see your expression at that moment once you had felt the power of his scolding hand on your bare flesh? It must have been priceless. You could not believe you were being spanked like a child, yet the reality of it must have grabbed your attention like the sting of a bullwhip.


Oh my gosh. Can you imagine being positioned like this, on display like this, for your spanking??? You realize that when you are positioned like this, and when the spanking occurs low across both cheeks, your pussy is not spared the spanks? You get that, right? And that everybody can see your pussy being spanked, along with your backside?

You could feel the eyes of every man gathered around you. In the throes of masturbation, it was not enough that they be fictional characters, but your real male coworkers seeing you like this. Did you think about times you gave them reason to want to see you taken down a peg? Imagine if they found out you, while naked and alone in your bed, think about them when you finger your clit, wishing you could tell them you deserve the spanking you are getting. You promise to kick your legs and jiggle your bare breasts for them. You will scream and beg to them. Your pussy will pout open, a pretty little slut offering them everything. On your bed you rub, knowing you'll see them all at work soon enough...

yes

Oh yes. The time is right, the time is now. To see moi spanked on video!

You can't click here, silly! You need to read to the bottom and then click on the link I give you way down there. There is no sound for privacy's sake.

tee hee!

As you know, I did this whole masturbation thing and totally ignored the needs of my husband. I was very hot at one point, and was wondering if I should save it for him, but then decided to just not and gave myself the best orgasm ever. All recounted in ridiculous detail in Julie's Masturbation Session. I did feel a little guilty about that, being so selfish and all, and many commenters suggested I needed a good spanking, and it was hard to disagree...

At the same time, I'm not sure where it started, but I think it was a comment exchange that went into email about me making a "gif" of myself being spanked. I looked into it a bit, and discovered that I could use my Photoshop to do that if I had a video to start with. So step one was to make a video of me being spanked, and step two would be to make that into an animated gif. But along the way I discovered how to crop the videos and combine scenes to show only what I wanted, so I made a publishable video of me getting spanked instead: two minutes and twenty-eight seconds of wife beating fun!

The way it happened was that a few days later I "fessed up" to my husband that I had masturbated alone in bed, and considered saving myself for him and then didn't, and that I probably needed a spanking for that. He agreed. Mind you, he'll agree to spank me anytime I suggest it. Men!

Now, I needed a video of it, which my husband is always reluctant to do, but I begged him to be allowed to videotape my spanking as a "naughty souvenir" and he said yes. So it was a whole production to get that done.

I set up my iPad in the bedroom on a dresser drawer opposite the bed. We did one "segment" where the camera was sideways on, so you could see me across his lap, and then a second segment where the camera was up my butt. We actually kept the iPad were it was but we moved from the end of the bed to the side of the bed, and by the time it was edited you can't even tell that, it looks like two camera angles of the same thing which is cool.

It is all a bit of play acting, of course. But we "played" at me being a naughty wife who genuinely deserved a spanking from her husband for being so sexually selfish. Not far at all from the truth! Because of the needs of the video, it was less extreme then some of my other spankings from him, but it was still pretty decent.

He played his part really well (ouch!). He scolded me properly for the masturbation throughout, and really let me have it. I cut out the audio because that sort of gives us away a bit too much, but every time you see his finger pointing and wagging at me, he is scolding me for masturbating and for cumming without him. His scolding was real good, and had me squirming in places (which you can see!)

I wore cargo pants and my fun "watermelon panties" for the occasion, which he, for some reason, took exception to if you can believe that...

"What's this?"

At a certain point, I guess he got sick of spanking me in my panties, so he pulled them down...


Very roughly so I thought. Especially for my favourite watermelon panties. He pulled them right down to a band around my mid-thighs and proceeded to, very realistically (gulp!) "see to" his naughty, naughty, wife.


As I said, there was a lot of scolding along the way, and he made me squirm in embarrassment as a result. He did point out how ridiculous it was that a grown wife needed to be taken across her husband's knee like a child (you can see me kicking my little legs in embarrassment as he said that!)


At a couple of points my hand flew back to protect my bottom.


That was very real! It only flew back there when I thought I could not take it any more, which is a good indication of how hard his palm is. But he just grabbed my wrist in his hand and pinned my arm back by my side and kept spanking me. MEN!

I have a video on a separate linked page. Please go over there to have a look and then come back here to comment on what you think about my spanking from my husband!


P.S. I have another video as well, which david and I made years ago for fun, if you are interested in seeing that. I still need to see if I can edit it into something postable, but it is one of me putting my husband through his paces. Much longer, at about 20 minutes. I roast his butt! Let me know if you'd be interested in me working on that one so you can finally see STRICT Julie in action!

Guess what? I'm now famous! ;-)

A wonderful writer named P.F. Dee who publishes a lot of books you can buy and who runs a blog where he posts free content to entice you wrote a story inspired by me!!!

P.F. Dee's Fun Femdom Fiction

I'm a follower of his blog, and really love his writing, and he asked for some story ideas we might like to see. I was the "winner" among many suggestions, and so he wrote up what has been a long time fantasy of mine. What's even better, is that he featured me and my husband in it as the central characters, and did a lot of research reading my blog to really capture how we behave together. It was absolutely weird and wonderful for me to read that, as you can imagine, because he absolutely nailed it! I am dominant and have arranged a meet-up in a hotel with another couple where she and I will force our boys to "make love" to one another!


The writing turned me on... dramatically! (Yes... I will need another spanking!)

Please go and check it out and leave a nice comment to encourage P.F. to get moving on Part 2!!!!



And a couple of other things:

If you missed my past post, you really missed something! For the first time ever, an actual video of me being spanked by my husband. Even I have to admit that I look cute, kicking my feet and wriggling around across my husband's lap as his hard hands paints my back porch red! Be sure to catch up at Julie Spanked on Video!

I also received another email from Brett, carrying on from where he last left off, analyzing my masturbation session (that "earned" me the spanking above). I extended the post with the extra bits. See Hot Take on Julie's Masturbation Session.

Am still working on the video of me dominating my husband. I have to crop it a lot, so not sure if what is left will be worthwhile, but I'm seeing what I can do!

I did it! I learned how to edit a video david and I had made a few years ago to hide our faces, and so now you can see "Strict Julie" in action spanking the bejesus out of her husband!


I've included a link to the first part of the video at the bottom of this blog post in which I'll describe how the video came to be made and what's in it using some screen grabs to illustrate. I needed to divide the video into three parts because of the 100MB upload limit on Blogger (Grrrrrrr!)

I got the idea to make the video out of the blue. I thought it would be fun to have a video of me dominating my husband as a keepsake. Though I had the blog, I never dreamt that I would ever publish the video. However, now that I discovered how good Photoshop is at editing these things, it became possible.

At the time (several years ago - and I've only gotten better since :-) I went up to him in a sexy way and said that I needed to remind him of who wears the pants in the family (I LOVE that expression - it's my way of suggesting some kinky fun time - and so fitting as you will see in the video). I told him that I wanted to make a video of the whole thing, and after we were finished I wanted him to replay it on our big TV as I watch him jerk off to his own spanking. (Like feeding a pig bacon, don't you think?)

He was a bit nervous about it. What if somebody saw it??? I teased him that that was the whole idea, and that my sister and his trainer would definitely be getting a copy (they never did, 'natch), and that if he does not shape up and learn who is the boss in the family, many more would be seeing him learn his lesson as well! How prescient of me.

I particularly mused that I thought this would be a nice way to introduce my Mom to how I teach him who's the boss in our home. I was teasing, of course, but throughout the scene I went with that theme, that it was being specifically "made for" my Mom, who would be watching it in a rapt attention, and likely even show it to my Dad, and show him how their household will work from there on in as well (all a fantasy in my head, of course, but nicely brought to life through the video making process). So throughout the video I was constantly addressing the camera as if I was speaking to my Mom, which visibly heightened the level of my husband's humiliation (I mean, he knew I would not... probably... though I have been known...).

I set up the iPad or iPhone  (I can't remember which, though the final video was quite low-rez by today's standards, so THAT sort of dates it!). I placed it on the high dresser at the base of our bedroom, facing the base of our bed. I was wearing my faded blue jeans with a wide leather belt and a striped tank top. You like? Pretty dommy, huh? Who wears the pants in this family, mister?


As I was preparing things I made him strip to just his underpants, lowered them down in back, gave him a few smacks, and then had him wait with his underpants down in back as I finished the video setup. Those ugly grey undies would soon come down to his ankles, though. Even that was too much "pant" for him! A couple of things to note about my husband in the screengrab below. He was in one of his "not so fit" phases at the time, and he had way more body hair than he is typically allowed nowadays. So please let's not be too critical, ladies, I was still learning!


You will also notice the hints of an erection in his underpants. His erection will become all too obvious as I roughly lower his shorts.


As I was lowering his undies I was addressing my Mom through the camera saying, "I'm sorry to subject you to this, Mom, but this boy needs to learn a lesson. He needs to learn who wears the pants in this family, and he clearly needs to be shamed in front of you to do that."

The reason I remember exactly what I said so long ago was that it was captured on the original video! All the dialog is still there and intact. I cannot share that with you all, unfortunately, as it gives us away too much, but all the quotes are accurate.

I go on, "Look at him, Mom! Just look at him! He's fully erect. He knows he's going to be punished, and yet he's still fully erect!"

Imagine if I actually sent this video to my Mom??? OMG!

"That's how submissive he is, Mom, being taught his place actually turns him on. Doesn't it david? Doesn't it, young man? Answer me!" As I demand his answer I begin spanking his cock making it bounce up and down and up and down with good hard swats! You can see that in the video.

"yes ma'am..."

"Are you ashamed to be fully naked like this in front of my Mom? Fully naked and showing off that erection? Ashamed that I need to spank you like a little misbehaving wife in this marriage?"

"yes ma'am," he said again, sheepishly between swats to his cock.

At that moment, it was very believable to both of us that I would be sending this video to my Mom, and that no doubt Dad would be shown it as well (and perhaps then be subject to such discipline himself?), which was a thought that totally turned me on!

I started off by sitting down on the end of the bed, pulling him down across my knees, and spanking him with my hand.


It was a hard and fast (about 80 seconds long, but with at least 30 seconds of scolding with no spanking - with about 130 or so spanks). He got them all over his butt, and a few down the backs of his legs. I took some time in there to fondle his cock and balls which were sticking out a bit behind.

I then stood him up and made him face the camera and apologize to Mom for having to watch him be punished like a little bitch.


"I'm sorry, Mrs. Delmar, that you need to see me getting punished like... a little bitch..."

That did not "satsify me", so I stood up and smacked him standing up.


You can see those hard swats really make him jump and make his cock jiggle wildly around in the video! I made him reaffirm with Mom "who wears the pants in the family?" - "you do! you do! Ma'am" he cries out as he is being swatted! How embarrassing to me made to stand up facing Mom and receive swats to your backside that makes your erect cock wiggle and jiggle right in front of her like that!

I then told Mom that one of his faults is that he masturbates constantly. I point at the camera and tell him to do it so my Mom could see. He is reluctant. I give him a few more swats and I insist. He sort of half-heatedly rubs at his cock. I give him another flurry of standing smacks and I say that this behaviour will stop today!

At this point I decided I needed an implement to really drive my message home, so I went to get one of my meanest spanking paddles from my toy box. In the following screengrab you see it in my hand as I adjust the camera angle to show more of the foot of the bed.


This paddle is made of a hard rubber, ribbed on one side and smoother on the other. Trust me, it's a beast. His knees shake when he sees me get that paddle out. Regardless, it was back across my knees for a very intense rubber paddle paddling!


He kicked his legs like crazy (little bitch) and you can hear him crying out and begging during his rubber paddle paddling. Even without the audio you can see the effect it has on him! I gave him 25 in the first 20 seconds, and then gave him a break with a 20 second hand spanking, then back with the paddle for another 50 hard strokes. You can't see it in the video, but there is this HUGE smile on my face as he is in peak pain and I am literally laughing at his pain! What kind of woman am I? After one particularly nasty stroke you can see his booty area just uncontrollably spasming, about 10 spasms of his booty in a second. You can see that in the video clearly. Watch for that.

I stand him up and the poor baby bends over double and grabs at his punished nates.


I think his cock is "lesser" at this point, though hard to see when he is doubled over like this from the fanny and back-of-thigh pain.

"I'll teach you who wears the pants in the family," I say as I go and fetch out a pair of panties and a matching cute little camisole vest that looks like intended as a training bra substitute for a young teen.

Here he is realizing that he is to be panty trained in front of my Mom and trying to argue me out of it. Ha!


"Nope. This is what you're putting on sweety. I'll teach you who wears the pants in this family."


"Get those on young lady."


"Now the top."


"What cute little nipples. You almost have breasts, baby."


"There we go, aren't we darling!"


"Now BACK across my knee!"


"Oh no!" - "Oh yes!"
I got out the evil rubber paddle again and targeted the naked flesh below his panty-line.  Here he is shown in mid-kick. Did he ever wriggle as I painted those thighs!


"But now it's time that these come right down, young lady!"


"No! Please No!"

And that's where part 1 ends, less than a third through. In the rest he is belt-whipped; tawsed;  cropped on his anus as he pulls his cheeks wide apart for me; struck with a stick on his bum; and hairbrush spanked including up and down his crack that I pull apart as I spank. He finally has to apologize to my Mom at the very end, poor baby.

Are you ready to see part 1? The link is below. Please have a watch and then come back here to comment. I am hoping the real me lives up to the "Strict Julie" fantasy. Let me know if you think I did good!

Well part 1 was fun, wasn't it? If you missed it, please read Strict Julie Spanks! (ON VIDEO!!!) part 1, and then come back here! It sets the scene. Basically, I was reminding my husband of who wears the pants in the family (and who the panties), and putting it all on video ostensibly so my Mom could see how I keep my man in line.

Where we left off was the dramatic "pulling down of the panties". Before that, he had absorbed 75 hard smacks of the rubber paddle below his panty line. I'm sure you will agree he was just so cute and submissive draped across my knee wearing his little pink polka dotted panty, kicking and wiggling as he was punished. But there is an extra special poignancy in lowering your husband's panties for the rest of his spanking. In that you thought you might let him keep his panties up, but then thought better of it and decided they needed lowering in front of his Mother-In-Law to really teach him his lesson.


I pulled down those panties and I clamped a leg over his far one to make sure I had better control, and then WAILED away with that rubber paddle!


A good 75 or so solid paddlings. He was frantic before the end, and what a red bum! In fact, I had to take his arm and pin it behind his back to make sure I had control of him, because the paddling was intense.


A correspondent suggested I could make a "special cut" of the video that only has the spanking sounds and some of his high-pitched wailing (no recognizable dialog). I'll give that a shot and this scene would be a great candidate. There was some dialog, though, on and off. Here is some I transcribed.

Me: "Oh yeah..."
Him: "Nooooo. No. Nooooo!"
Me: "I think my Mom is going to be really impressed."
Him: "Noooo! No! I'm sorry Julie! I'm sorry!"
Me: "Ha ha ha!"
Him: "I'm sorry!"
Me: "See Mom. Very regretful."
Him: "Ah! Ah! Ah! No! Noo! I'm sorry!"
Me: "I'm going to beat this out of you until you learn your place, young lady."
Him: "Nooo! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Me: "Not even sorry enough. Stand up!"

I stood him up and made him show my Mom his red butt.


Impressive, no? A good instructional also to show you where and how you want to spank your husband safely but severely when he needs a spanking.

I left him there as I went to the bed to pile up pillows and lay a towel across them. Don't you love how my baby is clutching at his buns? He knows the worst is yet to come. He sees me preparing it!


He was mewling as he rubbed his ass and I said, "Yup. I love when my baby hubby cries. Poor little baby!"

And then I said, "Ok!" and pointed at the pillows.

"No more," he pleaded.

"I've only just begun. Lay down. Over this."
He lay down and I proceeded to belt whip his behind!

The belt whipping was pretty fierce. He kicked like a little girl during his whipping.

"This is making me feel a lot better about this... whole situation," I said, midways through. "And I know you aren't going to do anything to stop me from disciplining you, will you?"

"No ma'am! No!" he answered.

All in all, I only gave him about 30 whippings with the belt, but I was not done yet. Next up was my longer twin tailed tawse to continue his whipping. I pulled his panties further down his legs, and he knew what that meant.


Right across his upper thighs!


Next up was the wooden spatula. Boy did I get him dancing and shrieking with that!


And I did not spare his thighs. Another 30 with that spatula.

Next I decided I really needed to embarrass him for my Mom's sake, so I told him to "reach back and spread those cheeks." I had to repeat it a couple of times before it fully dawned on him what was expected.

"So obedient. Mom will be watching all of this," I told him as he spread.


Is there anything that shows a wife's dominance off better than this simple act? A whipping to his anus while he submissively holds his own cheeks apart for me. I only did two with the initial wooden implement. I put that down and fetched my riding crop which seemed better suited for the job. With the crop, I could aim the leather spanker part directly at his bumhole. I gave him about 30 very hard strikes directly onto his spread open bottom hole. While not truly surprised, I was amazed how widely open he spread his cheeks for me. At one point (you can see it clearly in the video) I need to remind him to "spread those cheeks!" and he responded with alacrity.

I have not seen too many "cheeks spread" croppings like this on any other videos, so what I captured here is quite unique I believe. I assure you that every shot was directly to his anus, and his extreme reaction is 100% genuine.

Sometimes I give him a cropping like this immediately before subjecting him to anal intercourse with my strap-on. I think he likely feels the penetration much more intimately after such a preparation.

I really like to imagine that this video was sent to my Mom. I keep interjecting in the dialog, "keep those cheeks spread for your whipping. Show my Mom what an obedient little husband you can be."

Just imagine a husband who is required to spread his cheeks like this for his punishment in front of his wife's Mom. Can he be more submissive? How utterly humiliating for him it would be to be required to do that on video, for my Mom to actually watch. The harder strikes make him tug his cheeks the widest apart for fear of letting go entirely and me being displeased. Ha ha!

Well, you don't have to imagine. You can see it all in living low-rez technicolour by clicking the following link. Have a look and come back here and comment. Any disparaging comments regarding what a little girl my husband is will be most welcome! Ha ha!

This is the third post relating to the video where I spank my husband to "teach him who wears the pants in the family", and put the whole attitude adjustment on video that I will ostensibly send to my Mom to further embarrass him. You can catch the previous installment (from which you can traverse to the first if so inclined) in Strict Julie Spanks (ON VIDEO!!!) - part 2.

Fun breaking news is that there will be one more post in this series. Due to popular demand, I have successfully "cut together and blurred" a seven minute excerpt from lots of parts of the video where I was able to keep the sound. Lots of smacking and whipping sounds, LOTS of mewling and crying and begging from david (his voice is unrecognizable during those parts!), and I've even left in a word or two here and there of my own sweet little voice in case you were wondering what I sound like (I did not leave in enough to recognize me, as the words - and giggles - I kept in were more what I use while being Dommy!)

Leading up to this part I had taken down his underpants (in front of Mom!), smacked his erection, then put him over my knee for an intense hand spanking. I stood him back up in front of the camera (hands NOT ALLOWED to cover his front) and scolded him for his incessant masturbation, and made him demonstrate a few masturbation strokes of his penis for Mom. I followed this up with an essentially birthday suit super intense spanking with the evil rubber paddle while across my knee.

I stood hip up and made him dress in panties and a little feminine camisole top. Part of the lesson of who wears the pants in the family! I thought Mom would enjoy seeing him like that.

Then it was back across my knee for more hand spanking over his panties, and another session with the rubber paddle at the panty line and below. Part 1 ended with me preparing to pull his panties down to his ankles to continue his lesson.


Part 2 began with panty lowering and continued with the most intense part of his rubber paddle paddling with him locked under my leg and his arm behind his back.


After that I stood him up and prepared a couple of pillows over the bed for a belt whipping, a tawsing, and a kitchen spatula spanking. I then made him hold his own bum cheeks apart for a cropping of his anus.


While impressive reactions on video only, just wait until you get to hear the audio version of that!

And that is where part 2 ended and where we now carry on to part 3.

After his bumhole whipping, I next went to his side and gave him a riding crop whipping across both cheeks. When wielded properly, the riding crop is just like a cane in that it is the shaft that does the most damage.


I also cruelly cropped his thighs which had him writhing across his pillows in pain.

After his cropping, I stood him up, picked up my hairbrush, brought him back towards the camera, and stood him on his tip-toes by grabbing his ear.


I said, "Look at this. Look, show your Mother-In-Law. And show her that pathetic little cock and how hard that is. How hard that is and you're being disciplined by your wife? You seem to be enjoying this? I am going to spank that enjoyment right out of you. This is a punishment. This isn't supposed to feel good. Over my knee."
(those were my exact words, as I could transcribe them from the video!)


Isn't that just the body language of one well-shamed husband? And one that knows that his correction is not over yet: that he still has a painful hairbrush spanking across his wife and Mistress's knee to come. And by this point he was thoroughly convinced this video would be going to his Mother-In-Law so that she could observe first-hand his bare-penis and bare-bottom submission to his wife.

I pulled him across my knee and controlled his ankles using his panties.


The hairbrush did not spare his thighs which elicited some gratifying yelps of submission.


The panty around the ankle control is like a mini "hogtie". It makes him feel extra submissive to have his legs controlled that way, as if he was in impromptu bondage.

At one point I shifted to the stick, and beat his bum and legs with that.


I took a pause and hand-spanked him a few times along the way, and fondled his beaten up super red bum. You also see me on the video grabbing handfuls of his red flesh and kneading and pinching it hard, which is painful for him but also makes it feel a bit better.

I tried getting the stick into his crack, but that was awkward so I switched back to the hairbrush and spanked up and down the sensitive skin inside his crack. Naturally this meant me holding his cheeks wide apart which offered me a bird's eye view of his "holy of holies".


You'll see his reaction to being hairbrush-spanked along his inner cheeks in the video, and in the next episode you will also hear some of his reaction. It is a serious crack spanking!

With that, I ended his twenty-minute ordeal and stood hip up to face the camera and apologize to my Mother for needing to be spanked like a disobedient little wife who does not know her place.


"I'm... I'm sorry, Mom, that you needed to see me spanked like a little disobedient wife who does not know her place."

"Very good," I said, as I shut down the video.


Please enjoy part 3 linked below. And after you view it, please come back here to comment! Let me know what you think of this part, and what your favourite parts of the whole video were.


Part 4 is coming up next, which will be a cut of the whole video that includes audio as well! Let me know if you are excited that you will be actually both seeing and hearing seven full minutes of his spanking, with my voice in there a bit also in the next part. Be ready for plenty of complainin'!

If you've been following along, you'll know that for the first time ever I posted an edited video of me spanking my husband!


That's me on the right, and my husband on the left after his spanking (with the pretty cami and the cock hanging out - his panties are at his ankles).

You can catch it from the beginning at Strict Julie Spanks! (On VIDEO!!!) - part 1.

A number of people lamented that there was no audio to go along with the heavily cropped video. I had just learned how to do the video editing to hide our faces using cropping, which I think was a neat effect. But I took up the challenge and figured out how to edit around the audio so that you don't get very much of our voices, only mostly the smacks and the cries. I left in a bit of begging from him and a few choice words from me here and there that I thought were safe enough. I also used a different approach to the hiding of faces which was to blur segments of the video so I could keep the whole thing in frame, and I learned how to use cross fades to stitch together segments. Am I not a good girl!

I know I could do better with the more fancy video editing software from Adobe, but I did a quick trial of that and decided it would take a while to learn it. So this is all just using Photoshop, which is pretty good. I'll include a link to the video with audio at the end. I was able to salvage 7 minutes out of the 20 or so, so there was legit 13 minutes of me scolding and him responding that you mostly won't hear, so just bear that in mind if you think I am the silent type of spanker. I'm not. I give good scold!

I'll walk you through what I put together here with my comments.

The first section of the video from 0:00 to 0:18 is me hand spanking his bottom very fast and quite hard. You can hear him grunting from the pain of the quickly and firmly delivered smacks.


The next short part of the video is me smacking his bottom while he is on his feet. This lasts only a few seconds from 0:18 to 0:26 and comprises about a dozen smacks and then me saying "Hmph!" at the end.

From 0:26 to 1:06 is his first taste of the rubber paddle. You can hear him literally begging for me to stop, please stop! And you can hear me actually laughing at him and saying a few unintelligible words back. The audio really adds something. You can hear how absolutely frantic he gets at this bun warming.

N.B. I do want to remind everybody - especially james - that this is all 100% consensual. He actually wants me to do this to him (though not "in the moment" - but that's how he wants to feel). We had been playing for many years before this using a "Yellow" safeword before we were able to connect and play like this, right at his boundaries. Safe, Sane, Consensual!

From 1:06 to 1:53 is where he is now in panties (pulled down) and he is spread and locked under one of my legs, and with his arm restrained behind his back. More screeching and begging from him, with a little bit of really evil giggling from me (I am legitimately enjoying this - I am bad!). His voice goes a lot higher-pitched when he is begging me. That is not a deliberate attempt to speak "girly" for me, it's just where his voice naturally goes when he is being spanked this seriously. I tease him about it, especially when other women are witness to it.
At about 1:35 or so I use the rubber paddle on his thighs and calves. He really screeches at that! At around 1:48 I put the paddle down and rub and soothe his punished cheeks, and do a bit of hand spanking, but all of that is mostly edited out as I soothe him with my voice and speech as well which I could not leave in. So it appears that I am more unrelenting then I am as the rubber paddle paddling starts up seemingly right away. In fact, you can see from the silent video that I modulate my spanking to keep him just under and around his boundaries. From 1:50 to the end of this segment he is repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again. Nobody is sure what he is exactly sorry for (not really knowing who wears the pants in the family?), but whatever!


For 1:54 to 2:50 is his belt whipping. You can hear the belt smacking his flesh and you get the added audio of his legs kicking wildly after each stroke. This is not one of my super hard belt whippings, but it does the trick.
At 2:32 it segues into the long tawse, mainly to his upper thighs. His wails take on a different tone. This is a "complaining" tone. From this tone, I know that is not as fun and sexy for him, and that the pain is on the wrong side of his boundaries, so I lighten up and cut this pretty short, but still maintaining my strict demeanour, of course.


At 2:50 to 3:06 I use the wooden kitchen spatula on him. This causes some quite excellent reactions, especially when he's catching it to his upper thighs.


From 3:06 to 3:48 is the cropping to his spread open bumhole. The video version alone really did not do this one justice, you absolutely need the audio as well! At 3:14 you can hear me whistling the crop through the air. This sound alone makes him jump and clench in anticipation.
At 3:18 he gets one of the harder, more better directed strokes and you hear him screaming out and kicking his legs wildly. At 3:20 we cut to where I tell him "spread your cheeks!" quite clearly and he rushes to obey. At around 3:40 you see me rapidly and lightly striking his anus in preparation for the next stroke. This is a form of modulation that gets him ready for the harder stroke. A kindness, in other words, and one that keeps him just on this side of his boundary.


From 3:48 to 4:20 I move to his side and continue with a cropping to his cheeks and a bit to his upper thighs. I love the whistling of the crop followed by the strike followed by his yell. At one point I tell him to quieten down (that part was cut out), and when he does, I say, "that's better" at 3:59.
Right around 4:04 is one of my favourite little bits where I fake him out and don't strike when he thinks I will, and his bum goes into spasms anyways. Ha ha! At around 4:10 you can hear that his cries are muffled. He was still under my instruction to quieten up, and the only way he could do it was to bury his head in the pillow and bite down on it. So while the cries are not as loud, they are just as intense and that is why. The strike to his upper thigh at 4:17 breaks him however. That one was "too much". I knew that it would be and deliberately did it. I need to bring him past his boundaries from time to time, but I will not sustain it there. Just over and then back again as if it didn't happen and he dreampt it.


From 4:20 to 5:56 I use the hairbrush on his bare bottom. I use his panties as a "hogtie" around his ankles starting at 4:30. Just before that, you can hear him starting to actually cry.
When the spanking gets intense at 4:37 you see his left hand reaching for my ass. What also happens is that his right hand grabs ahold of my ankle. He does this when he knows he is in for a ride! I do not mind him clutching at my hips (ass) and ankle during his spanking: it gives me additional feedback to know how he is doing, and it makes him connect better with me as my submissive. The spanks at 4:56 begin really targeting his thighs. He blubbers like mad at that and you can hear me soothing him with my "baby" voice. At 5:15 I am actually laughing aloud at his anguish beggings of "Nooo!". At 5:27 you see me modulating again into a fairly light left-handed hand spanking to give him a rest before the next part. You can feel his palpable relaxation, until I start smacking his thighs and calves with my open hand at around 5:45, where he starts becoming distressed again.


From 5:56 to 6:40 I get the stick out and beat his bum with that. While he cries out, the stick is in fact a bit of a vacation for him compared to the other implements. But it can still sting his tail fiercely, as you can tell by his sharp intakes of breath. At 6:13 I reach for his head and tell him "quiet..." which you can hear him trying to obey after that (but not really succeeding that well!)
At 6:35 the stick goes down and I soothe his reddened bum cheeks with my hand. Part of this is grabbing handfulls of his punished flesh and pinching. You can see me just starting to do that but then I have to cut away as I was talking too much.

At 6:40 you can see me using the stick to attempt to spank inside the cleft of his bum. It works pretty well on the near side, but I am having trouble doing that effectively to his far side so I switch to the small hairbrush at 6:47 and use that to very effectively punish the untouched virgin flesh of his inner cheeks.
You hear some lovely girlish complaints as I do that to his inner cheeks. From 7:20 or so to the end, at 7:35 I finish him with a bit of a hairbrush spanking to his buns and then let him up again, the spanking being over.


I have him face the camera and apologize to my Mom, who he is being told is to receive this video, for having to see him "being spanked like a little disobedient wife who does not know her place."
Don't you love the palpable feeling of domination and submission inherent in the above photo? You can sure see who wears the pants in the family after that spanking, and that's for sure! I think I should send this photo as our Christmas card, captioned, guess who wear the pants in our family?


Once we wrapped the video, we both were keen to see it right away. We transferred it to my big computer and set it up so that we could get at it from the big screen TV and speaker setup downstairs. I stayed dressed as I was, and I left him in his little camisole top, and bare from the waist down. I brought a bath towel down and laid it on the sofa for him to sit on.

We played through the video once in its entirety with me fondling his cock. He loved the video and so did I.

"Nobody will ever see this, right? Should we delete it?" He asked.

"No," I told him. "I want to keep it. And I fully own it. Fully," I emphasized. "I will show it to whomever I want, whenever I want, is that understood, young lady?"

"Yes ma'am," he said meekly. Good.

"If you don't behave, my Mom will be the first to get it. Understood?"

"yes ma'am," he repeated.

We then replayed it from the start, and I made him masturbate to it. We got all the way through once, and then I asked him for his favourite part. He said it was the part where he was being spanked most intensely with the rubber paddle. On this video it's between 1:06 to 1:53. I looped that for him and he jerked off to it until he came all over himself, looking at himself being spanked by me!


That was a lot of fun! And since I "own" the video, by his own admission, I was able to present it to you in this past series of posts. Please have a listen, and let me know what you think of the audio version of it!


P.S. if there is any interest, I could try cutting together a brief clip of David spanking me with the audio on. Let me know!

As I recounted back in Julie Spanked on Video!, I got myself spanked for masturbating to orgasm and not saving myself at all for my husband that night. My shameful masturbation session was fully described, in excruciatingly embarrassing detail, and with photos of me completely bare naked with my fingers in my pussy (!), in Julie's Masturbation Session. For my subsequent spanking, I needed to make a video of it and post it for all to see, which I did.

The photo below is of me before my spanking starts, as I am being scolded by my husband, David, for masturbating... I am so ashamed!


The video of my spanking that I previously posted was tightly cropped and had no audio in it, as my husband did a lot of scolding and I didn't want anybody to recognize his voice. But as I did with a previous video of me spanking my husband (Strict Julie Spanks! WITH AUDIO) I re-edited this one so I could keep the audio. I also added a little bit of a blurry introduction with a wider camera angle (and a cute easter egg to boot - you'll see!).

The video is, unfortunately, very short (only 1 minute). And I had to leave out some of my choices squeals because it overlapped with Mister Man spanking me. But... if you listen carefully you do hear me call my husband "Daddy", and at another point promising to "never ever do it again!" (but I probably will 'cause he's not such a hard spanker - nya nya!)

Click below to watch it, then come back here to comment.
I hope you enjoy!

Finally did it! Finally got my man properly "locked up". And let me tell you, it was pretty darned sad and pathetic. Ha ha!


It started with a tweet from Mistress Violet:


I saw that tweet, and that triggered me. High time my david spent a full day locked in chastity for me! That set in motion a series of events which I will now describe.

As a bit of background, we had not experimented with cock cages at all before now. It was mostly that neither of us wanted to see my husband locked up like that for any serious length of time. He enjoys jerking off occasionally all by his lonesome, and sometimes so do I (blush!). If we "catch" each other at it, it's a good excuse to spank! But we had never ruled out putting him in chastity for a "scene", just had not gotten around to it, until now.

There's one evil little thing he did once upon a time that he has never been punished for, and I thought finally punishing him for that would fit in well with the whole chastity thing.

It was actually back in 2013. david had setup a little webcam in our TV room to test it out, as my parents wanted some way of monitoring the cottage over the winter. He showed it to me and I knew what he was doing, but it did not enter my mind at all for what comes next.

Legit, unbeknownst to him, my younger brother's younger-even-than-him wife was in Toronto and wanted to stay with us. We'll call her Tiffany. Close enough. She reached out to me and I of course readily agreed. The TV room has a pull-out couch and doubles as the guest room. By the time david came home, she was already moved in and had already changed her clothes and all. The webcam was not at all noticeable, being on a shelf with an XBox Kinect thing, and she was not tech savvy at all, clearly. david knew the moment he walked in that the webcam was there (I had totally forgotten), and he now claims that he was too embarrassed to tell her and remove it, so he just left it there. Do we believe him? Hmmmm?

After she left, he told me about the webcam being setup in there the whole time and how he was too embarrassed to remove it. I thought it was funny, and playfully insisted that we see what it had "captured". It had a memory card and recorded on the card 30 seconds or so around any movement. david uploaded the video and poured over a couple of hours of video to pull out two "choice" sequences.

In one he saw her tits, and the other, her ass.

Tiffany's actual tits and ass. Screenshots from the video he kept.

I am a TOTAL PERVERT, so I made him jerk off to these two sequences while I egged him on. "Isn't Tiffany pretty, david... oh no, she's not going to pull her pants down will she? Oh no! You can see her bare ass, you naughty boy... Do you want to fuck that? Do you want to fuck that ass? And now that bra is coming off, isn't it... oh my! There it goes. There's her tits, just swinging out there in the wind..." I made him watch and jerk until he came all over himself, and then I put him across my knee and spanked him for forgetting to put the camera there and not having the courage to tell her. But in truth, I was just as bad, which is why maybe I never posted about this incident until now (it was in November of 2013 - no posts about it at all, which is unusual - I guess I was ashamed!).

BUT... perfect fodder for a "punishment chastity" scene, don't you think?

I told david about the scene I had in mind, and he was all for it. It would start with a public outing to the sex shop where we would acquire the cock cage in question. I did a bit of research and found the right place. When we went one evening, I was happy to see an outgoing and kinky looking female attendant there to assist us in our purchase.


david put on an appropriately downcast expression. I took him by the hand right up to the attendant.

"Hi," I said, "I'm looking for a cock cage, for this one," I added redundantly, indicating my husband.

"Sure, I can help you with that," she said very professional. No smirks or anything at this point. She took us to a section of the shop where there was a reasonable selection of cock cages to choose from. "Have you anything particular in mind?" she asked.

"Well, it's a punishment for him, so I want it to be a bit uncomfortable," I said. It did not phase her at all! I guess she's seen it all.

"This one's pretty small," she said, indicating a metal one. "It's the smallest we have in stock."


It was the one shown above. It was pretty small! 3.5" in length. And as you all know, david is pretty big... I asked to see the next size up. She had a larger metal one (6 rings) and some larger plastic ones, but I opined that those did not look enough like a punishment to me, so we decided to buy this one and give it a try. I was pretty sure that when he was flaccid I could stuff him into it, but goodness knows what happens if it grows.

During the entire purchase david was not invited to say a word. I gave him the package and told him to pay for it. The same lady who helped us also checked us out.

I decided to explain to the lady what he was in trouble for. "You know, he's been masturbating to, get this, video of his sister-in-law getting undressed." I gave him a smack on his ass as I said that. "How long should I keep you in that cage? A day? A week? A month? Answer me."

"As long as you think, Ma'am..." he said, obediently.

"And while you're locked up in that, don't think that I won't be getting any," I added. david looked downcast at this.

The saleslady maybe smirked a little during all this. She seemed to know we were playing, but did not seem eager to insert herself at all. It was still fun to say it out loud, though.

I took him right home and we broke it open. I told him we would take it for a spin for an hour or so tonight, and if it seemed safe, the next morning he would be in it all day long (a work day), and be punished in it at the end of the day.

I made him strip and I tried to get him into it.

To my surprise, it was a very tight squeeze to get the cock itself into the cage. The inner diameter of the cage is only about 1.5" whereas the diameter of his flaccid cock is naturally 2" (as we found out - I measured!).


But, his cock is a bit squishy and it was possible to squeeze it all in there until the circumcised tip nestled right up against the end of the bars with his peehole right where it should be. As I was doing this he became a bit hard, which was actually a bit helpful for this "stuffing in" part of the operation.

Once that was on, it was time to fasten the ring around the base of his balls. That part is only about 2" in diameter, which it turned out was just barely enough. I was careful to pull his entire ball sac through (leaving nothing behind!) and then clamped the ring around the base of his cock. It naturally closed leaving about a half inch gap. However it was easy enough to squeeze it shut. I first used my fingers on top, but some skin got caught, so I used my other hand from below, squeezing it shut as I pushed the loose skin down so it would not be pinched.

Next I needed to push the tab attached to the cage down around the tab on the ring and push the metal pin through. It was a bit of a trick to bend his cock so that the two came together, but as soon as the tab slipped over the tab it was already pretty secure. I drove the pin home. You can see how that goes here.


Then I attached the little lock and clicked it shut. CAGED AND LOCKED!


Oh my gosh how I giggled once he was in there. I immediately grabbed my camera and told him I needed a pic to send to my sister! He protested weekly but was turned on by my sister seeing this, so acquiesced. And here is what I sent her!


"Guess who's been a bad boy?" I texted her along with the photo.
"OMG! Poor David!" she texted back. "You crazy kinky kids," she added.

I wiggled it and jiggled it, caressed his balls and licked his tip. That cock was going nowhere! It was reluctant to get hard, but it tried to, or so he says. He claimed it was throbbing, trying to get erect, but you could barely see owing to the tightness of the fit. I guess you could mostly see it in the tip of his cock which would bulge out the sides and ends of the cage even more when he was trying to get erect. He reported that at those times it really throbbed for him and was considerably more painful while that was going on, including testicle pain. Although it did not really tug on his balls that much, as the ring around the base was so tight that it really left no room for expansion at all.

I wanted to keep him in it for at least an hour or more tonight, so I kept him bottomless as we watched TV (watching that pixie show, "Carnival Row" on prime. It has Faerie sex scenes!)


I checked on his cock periodically, and checked in with him. It seemed to stay nice and pink (normal) coloured. No signs of any bloodflow being interrupted despite the tight fit. He reported increasing, but tolerable discomfort. Every now and then I made him "hard", but as I mentioned, you could barely see, as the cage was so tight, The worst thing he reported was skin soreness at the bottom of his cock near the rubber-covered hinge. I can live with that. In fact, I kept him in it for two full episodes of Carnival Row. He survived ok.

I took him back to the bedroom and went to get the key. I pretended that I could not find it. Ha ha! He got so angry with me! "Oh Julie! How stupid!!!" Tee hee hee hee. We discussed how maybe we could cut it off with pliers or something. I told him worst came to worst I would take him to the emerg and have a Doctor cut the lock off. I'm sure they could do that.


Or maybe the triage nurse would say that was no emergency and make an appointment at the clinic for a week Monday.

He was looking genuinely worried and offered all sorts of helpful suggestions on where I might have stashed the key. When he was not looking, I suddenly "found" it. He was so relieved!

I went to take it off. For real this time, I put the key in and tried to turn it and it did not turn. "Don't break it, don't break it!" he said, picturing that trip to the ER. I did test it before I locked him! I wiggled it a bit and it unlocked. Phew! The lock came off and the pin came out quite easily. I fairly easily separated the cage from the ring. I gingerly opened the ring that was around the base of his testicles (as he was ouching and crying out a bit), then fully removed it, and then popped the cage off his cock. He lay there on the bed looking extremely relieved, and his cock grew to a full soft erection. I checked the skin everywhere, especially around the tight base ring, and everything was perfectly normal, the big baby!

"How was that?" I asked him.

"It was really uncomfortable," he said.

"It's not supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to be punishment. For peeping on Tiffany and jerking off to her five years ago."

"But you told me to, you were in on it too. You egged me on," he whined.

"That's immaterial," I said. "We're talking about your behaviour today, not mine. You should never have put that webcam there in the first place, you should have removed it as soon as you realized your mistake, and you should have erased the memory card. We can talk about my role in it some other day."

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"So, for your punishment," I said (his cock twitched a bit at the word punishment), "tomorrow morning you're going to take a very cold shower, and then I'll lock you in your cage. You won't have a key. You won't be able to take it off. I'll wear your key on a little gold chain around my neck, and play with it all day long."

"Oh no. I don't know if I can!" he said.

"You can, and you will," I responded. "And when you get home from work, I want you to take off all your clothes, clean out your ass, shower, go down to the living room, and stand with your nose in the corner until I come and get you."

"Yes Ma'am."

"When I get you, I'll bend you over the back of the sofa, cock cage and everything, and give you the strapping of your life with my heavy leather tawse."


"Oh fuck..." he said, quite spontaneously.

"Oh fuck indeed," I answered. "because after your strapping I'm taking you to my bedroom, putting on my strap-on dildo, and you'll get down on your knees and give me a blow job like a fucking porn star. After that I'll lay you down on your back on the bed, put a pillow under your hips, put your legs in the air, and fuck you in the ass missionary style."

"yes ma'am," he said sheepishly. His cock was rock hard from my words.

"I'll have my blouse and bra off so you can see my tits, like you saw Tiffany's, while I sodmize you. Your little cage will be bouncing around on your tummy. I'll have the chain around my neck, with the key dangling between my breasts as I jackhammer that tight asshole."


"Now look at me," I said, "this is really, really important." I held his chin in my hand and forced deep eye contact between us. "If you are not completely obedient tomorrow, if you lack the smallest amount of enthusiasm for my cock, if you don't moan in pleasure and beg me for more cock like the biggest little slut in the world, I won't unlock you, you'll sleep with it on, and we'll do it all over again the next day."

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"No. I'm completely fucking serious about this. You will have zero warning and zero feedback. I decide at the end, after you've been fucked, if you deserve to be unlocked. Do you think I'm serious about this?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered, earnestly.

"I am dead fucking serious. You'll spend another 24 hours in your cage, and then get strapped and fucked again, and you had better be obedient and enthousiastic that time or we'll do it yet again. Now one more time, do you think this is something I am capable of? Is this something you think I am serious about?"

"Oh, yes Ma'am," he practically cried. I could tell from his eyes he knew I would do it (and I would).

"On the other hand," I continued, "if you're obedient, clean, and enthousiastic, then after your fucking I'm going to sit on your face and let you eat out my asshole as I unlock your cage and free your poor pathetic cock. Then I'll let you jerk off with your tongue up my ass. Now Bedtime, sweetie. Sweet dreams," I said as I patted him and kissed him on his cheek.

[to be continued...]

As I described in Locked at Last!, my husband and I (ok, mostly me!) decided to play with a chastity device. The scene was punishment for having peeped on my sister-in-law five years ago (true story), so the cage was therefore sized for punishment.


We had purchased the cock cage the previous evening (in an embarrassing, for him, outing), and taken it for an experimental spin to make sure it was safe. I then laid down the law for him regarding his punishment the next day.

When next morning rolled around, I reminded him that it was punishment day. I sent him to the shower, and told him to make it freezing cold. He got in there with warm water and gradually turned it down until it was as cold as possible. He was yelping, and I kept him in there a little longer than he wished.

When he emerged, I was ready for his caging. I kept him standing as I slipped it onto him. I was kneeling (both knees) at his feet, as if it was a blow job, but I was actually locking him up. I used a bit of lube on the tip and squeezed the end of his cock right in deep. Then I tugged his balls way down while putting the ring around the base of his cock. I squeezed the ring shut with one hand while I locked the device together with my other. The cold shower had done its job and kept him from getting much of an erection during this operation (although there was the start of one).

"All day long," I told him. "Then you get back here after work, clean your asshole out and shower, then go to the corner in the living room, naked, and wait for me. When I come get you, I'm going to give you the strapping of your lifetime, and then make you give me head and then fuck you silly with my strap-on. If you're not 100% obedient and not enthousiastic like a little cock whore, I'll keep you in it for another 24 hours and we'll try again. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said, and then grimaced with pain. I think I had made him a bit hard with my strict words!

I left him to get dried off and dressed while I made us some eggs for breakfast. He was walking gingerly already when he came down and sat on the high kitchen stool.

I came with him to the back door where he goes to his car (I take public transit, prefer it, and he drives to work). I made a show of unbuttoning a couple of buttons from my blouse and attaching a gold necklace around my neck with his cock cage key danging down into my cleavage.

"I'll be wearing this all day long, right until I unlock you," I told him, as I pulled my blouse apart so he could see. I then fastened the remaining buttons on my blouse which hid the key from sight.

He groaned. He was in pain from being erect again.

I gave him a kiss, pushed a spare key into his hand, and said "if you need to...". He said "thank you" and kissed me on my cheek. I thought it was sweet that he was willing to try for the all day lock up, but given how tightly his cock was locked, I thought it wise to "give him an out". During the remainder of our scene I did not know if he kept himself locked up all day or not and did not ask.

[In fact, I learned afterwards, after a couple of hours he removed it and then put it back on again just prior to returning home.]

I stayed at work until about 6pm, and got home by around 6:30. When I walked in, david was naked (other than his cock cage) with his nose in the corner.

[He had put the cock cage back on at around 5pm, just before leaving work - he had gotten home at 5:30, was ready by 6:00. and had been standing in the corner for about 30 minutes before I arrived - a very painful and stressful 30 minutes, as he did not know when I was coming home, but was determined to play out the scene properly - perhaps to make up for his failure to last the day - in his cock cage and with his nose in the corner].

I was still in my work clothes which consisted of a cream coloured blouse, a pencil skirt, and heels.


I did not go to him right away. I walked around a bit first, looked at some mail and flyers, checked my emails, and then went up to him. I put one hand on his ass, and reached my other around to his caged cock. I gave it a shake and a squeeze and he moaned in pain.

[He had been in his tight cage for about an hour and a half at this point. He told me after that this was the absolute worst 90 minutes as he kept getting "excited" on his drive home, while preparing himself for me, and while standing interminably in the corner awaiting my arrival. His penis was throbbing and his testicles were in pain.]

I made him turn and face me.

"Look at you. That is completely pathetic. Look at that tiny dick all locked up."

Just look at it! Ha ha ha ha!

"Are you sorry now that you peeped on my sister-in-law?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered, clearly he was in pain.

I was a bit worried about him, "you know you have a safe word," I told him.

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am." OK. I trust him to make good decisions about his health.

I walked around him handling his cage.

I mused, "Do you know about elastration, david?" I asked. "It's used to castrate livestock. You have a device with four points on it. You put a tight elastic band on it and stretch it out. Then you slip it over the genitals and release it.


"It cuts off the blood flow. The genitals turn black and they just fall right off after a few days. I wouldn't want that to happen to you, sweetheart," I helpfully added. He looked very nervous!

"Bend over the back of the couch," I told him, "I better hurry and give you your strapping now."

He gingerly bent over the couch. I went upstairs to the bedroom and brought down the heavy leather tawse and some other equipment.


I went behind him. His legs were spread and his caged cock and balls were hanging down, dangling freely in the air. I thought it very obedient of him to spread his legs and offer up his caged cock and balls to my strap like that.

[He told me later that he wanted to tuck them away, as he usually does, for fear of them being struck, but that it was too painful for him to lie on them at all, and the only way it was manageable was to let them dangle freely between his legs, not touching the sofa at all.]

Despite the tempting plums dangling between his legs, I nonetheless targeted only his ass cheeks with the tawse. I took my time. I swung hard each time. I scolded him for his transgressions. By about 20 strokes he was blubbering and apologizing. By the 40th stroke he was sincerely begging. I ended his strapping at a round 50, by which time I would describe him appropriately as "frantic".

I put the strap down and picked up my short handled narrow riding crop.


"Reach behind and pull your ass cheeks apart!" I commanded (you know my tricks now, readers!). Given that I was intending on fucking him later, I thought I would make sure he felt it. I lined up and whipped his anus. In between strokes, I gently tapped the crop against his testicles. The gentle caresses to his testicles seemed to bring him more pain than the full-force whipping strokes to his anus! I put away the crop and inserted a butt plug into him. I like to loosen him up before his fuckings.


I stood him up. He was a mess! His nose was running with snot and there were tears in his eyes. He looked scared.

I whispered to him, "Not in scene now, do I need to release you before I fuck you?"

He clearly wanted to go for it, I could see it in his eyes, but he said, "you had better Ma'am, I'm worried..."

"I'm worried also," I said. I knelt down to inspect his caged cock and balls. They still looked pink and healthy, but he was in a lot of pain, and he seemed to be scared at this point.

"Go upstairs. I'm going to take it off you before I fuck you."

He looked very relieved, and moved slowly and painfully up the stairs. His butt was plugged deeply, and his ass was completely red and strap-marked, but it was his oh so precious genitals that were troubling him the most.

I followed him upstairs. I removed my shoes and my blouse, leaving on my skirt and my lacy cream coloured bra. I ceremoniously removed the chain with his key from around my neck, and knelt beside him.


"Now, if I remove your cock cage, are you still going to be eager for my cock?" I asked him.

"Oh yes Ma'am! YES! PLEASE!" he said, enthousiastically.

"Are you going to suck my cock like a porn star?" I asked him.

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Are you going to moan like a little slut in heat while I fuck you? Are you going to wiggle your little tail on my cock trying to get yourself off?"

"Yes Ma'am. I promise I will!"

"Beg me for it," I commanded.

"Oh please Ma'am. Please! May I please suck your cock? I promise I'll suck it like a porn star. And then would you please fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard."

"I will," I said and I proceeded to unlock his cock cage. When he was free he looked so relieved and his cock immediately sprang to a full erection, even bigger than I had ever seen previously!

I then took off my skirt and put on my strap-on dildo. I knee-walked up to him on the bed and made him suck me from the side. He was very eager! I moved to the head of the bed and sat up against it. He crawled between my legs and started sucking me off in earnest. I had to remind him to make eye contact with me as he gave me my blow job, but other than that he was definitely behaving like a porn star!

Next I put him on his back and elevated his hips under a pillow. I removed the butt plug and inserted my strap-on dildo. It went in quite easily as he was stretched and missionary is a good position for him. I still had my bra on and I refused to take it off. He loves it when I fuck him with my bare breasts showing, but he had not earned that, and I told him as much. He agreed with my assessment.

He was true to his word and he moaned for the cock, and he begged for the cock, harder and deeper. When I wasn't pounding his ass he was wiggling around on my cock, in a great imitation of a girl trying to get herself off, trying to hit "the spot". It was a long and hard fucking but he seemed to enjoy it, judging from the moans and how hard his cock remained (it does not usually stay that hard during a pretty severe ass fucking).

I spasmed several times as I simulated an ejaculation deep into his bowels, and then I pulled out.

"What a good girl," I told him as I patted his cheek.

I took off the strap-on and my panties, and  pulled out the Hitachi vibrator from my bedside drawer and I plugged it in. I mounted his face, facing down his body, and told him to lick out my asshole.



I could feel his tongue working its magic in and around my asshole. I flipped on the Hitachi and got myself off while enjoying the tonguing.

When I was done I told him he had been a good boy and had earned his orgasm. I dribbled lube in his cock and told him to jerk himself off. I insisted he keep his tongue buried deeply in my asshole and in motion as he did so. I was treated to the sight of my man jerking his cock. It was not too long until he exploded all over his tummy. I dismounted him and fed him all his semen from my fingertips.

All in all, a fun time was had by all!

Last blog entry I got an interesting comment thread, with some follow-up emails, regarding a certain specific scenario. The comment exchange was as follows.

Anonymous
I have enjoyed your blog for years, jumping in here and there. On many occasions, your blog has delved into enrolling other women into the scenarios and lifestyle you enjoy, but I cannot recall a situation where you brought a submissive male into the picture (like moi!). Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like to spank and humiliate a male in front of David? Or have I missed that? I do travel. Best to you both, and thank you for sharing.

juliesp
I am more turned on at the thought of a dominant male spanking him in front of me, or spanking both of us!

Brett
I would be interested in a wife watching her husband getting spanked by his dad, her father-in-law. It would be a real old-fashioned, over-Daddy's-knee punishment spanking. After that unbearable humiliation, the husband would be fit with a cock cage by his wife as a form of "grounding" to reinforce the discipline that had been administered to his bare bottom. Teasing and shaming him about what she had witnessed would only make that grounding much more difficult.

juliesp
Yummy! And I think his Dad should definitely be present during the caging, possibly restraining him as I place it on my husband’s cock and lock it up. Perhaps the offense was some form of minor infidelity, such as visiting a massage parlour for a hand job? What’s more humiliating, his Dad or my Dad doing the punishing?

Anonymous
Both humiliating but I think your dad. Daddy’s given up fatherly control of you by “giving you away” in marriage. But now, because of the massage parlour infidelity, your father must step in and reassert his ancient rights by holding your new groom down for the cage locking.  A natural extension of this would be for your father to then take you while the newly caged and disgraced groom is cuckolded and forced to watch. Even worse for the cucky groom is that it turns out that Daddy is no quick shooter and can fuck you long and hard like a champion for several vaginal orgasms. Much better than cucky’s mere clit licking. Daddy shows how a real man fucks a woman.
Now that he’s caged cucky’s only role going forward is clean up and occasional tongue. Even if he were uncaged and allowed to - he just can’t fuck like Daddy. Nobody can.

Brett followed up the thought with an email to me.

Dear Julie,
Thanks for the response to my comment on your blog!

"Yummy! And I think his Dad should definitely be present during the caging, possibly restraining him as I place it on my husband’s cock and lock it up. Perhaps the offense was some form of minor infidelity, such as visiting a massage parlour for a hand job? What’s more humiliating, his Dad or my Dad doing the punishing?"

I like to keep it as realistic as possible, like it really could have happened the way it is imagined to have happened. However, we don't always need to be restricted by reality. Involving our Dads in the kinkier non-parental parts of the scene takes it to new levels of humiliation for sure.

I like that there's an offense to be punished. The way I see the scene unfolding is based on my real life situation years ago in college. Imagine you are a young wife. What makes the scene work is your husband being in trouble with his father. Your husband is too independent for his Dad to be closely involved in what he's doing, except in one area. His Dad is helping him with expenses and takes an interest in how he's doing regarding education. So there is still a concrete father-son relationship, and your husband can still be in trouble with him. There's an implication, not articulated by the father explicitly, but at least the idea that the financial aid could be taken away if the son doesn't keep to the straight and narrow.

Now what if you discovered that your husband took some of his father's aid, money that was supposed to be used only for school supplies, to an illicit massage parlour to pay for a hand job? Would you report his infidelity to you to his father? Your husband has cheated on both of you.

In my reality, my Dad might have come to my place and discussed the issue with me, possibly threatening to withhold his help. But WHAT IF? What if a father decided that this issue required more than a mere verbal discussion, and also that withholding funds was counterproductive to his son's benefit? What if his prescription for modifying behavior turned out to be the same process he had instituted in the past? To be carried out right in front of you because you are also an offended party? It would be terribly unfortunate if he brought with him to your house, to aid in the discussion, a freshly sanded shingle.

The question would then be, how do you handle the situation after his most thoroughly embarrassing sit-spot blistering? You could explain to your father-in-law that the punishment you intend to apply is a "grounding." Putting myself in that position, I do NOT want this caging. Even still in tears, urgently rubbing his burning bottom, your husband resists as you prepare to lock up his soft penis, utterly shriveled from the ordeal over Daddy's knee. You enlist your F-i-L's aid in restraining his son as you place the small device on that ill-behaved cock that will be out of service for awhile until you feel the lesson has been learned. I wonder what it would be like to be teased and shamed by you that night or the next day. That would normally have the effect of stiffening the penis, even to a full blown very hard erection if a wife knows the most effective methods. What effect does the cage have on that?

It would be more humiliating for me to be punished by my Dad than by yours---not to say the latter wouldn't be mortifying. Your Dad could be punishing as an angry response to his daughter being cheated on. It's the real parental authority that makes the difference, where a boy is spanked by his Daddy. Real life corporal punishment where you know it's not an adult scene performed for pleasure. Your Dad spanking you would be perfect. However, one of my favorite fantasies growing up was my Dad spanking one of the young females who lived with us because she got in some kind of trouble, and he felt they needed to be punished. He assumed a parental role, so there are many possible exciting scenarios where a husband and/or wife is disciplined by their in-laws.

Well all of this back and forth surely inspired me, so I wrote a fictional story that you can read. As for all good fictional stories, it starts with, "So this is a true story about an incident that happened early in my husband David's and my marriage." Ha ha!

Here is the synopsis with some of my thoughts.

• The offense is indeed David visiting a massage parlour for a "happy ending". This in actual fact happened to us early on in our marriage, believe it or not! In the story, I think you will find the way I "found him out" to be quite clever (and more believable than the way I actually found my husband out in real life!)
• I phoned David's Mom the next morning and cried to her. She filled me in on the discipline regime that David was subject to as a child and as a teen. I never knew! She suggested that she send his Father over with the polished wooden shingle. The wooden shingle is an especial favourite of Brett's, as he was punished by it in a very memorable event by his Dad once upon a time.
• Mom was the one who also suggested a "chastity device" for him. She had seen one referenced in a sitcom so knew vaguely about them.
• I visited the sex shop, where Charlotte, the salesclerk, sold me a cock cage plus several other items to assist me in punishing my cheating husband.
• After David's Dad arrived, strict discipline was administered while I watched! It was really brutal, but I enjoyed every moment of my "getting even" time. As you know from my video, I am capable of delivering a brutal spanking and laughing at it. I would feel the same way if a man was spanking my husband brutally. I would be literally laughing. The thought of this literally makes my pussy wet.
• After his spanking, his Dad holds him while I put the too small cock cage on his dick and sentence him to a week of chastity. His father laughs at his son's dick being locked up by his wife.
• I then cross-dress David in front of his Dad, and put on a strap-on dildo and make him suck me off while Daddy-in-Law watches.
• His Dad then takes him across his lap for a "girl spanking" (with his hand only), and then administers a Fleet enema across his knee to prepare him for his ass fucking.
• I fuck him hard in his ass while his Dad watches.
• This whole thing is turning me on. I tie David up in the bedroom facing the bed, and seduce his Dad. He agrees, and gives me amazing vaginal orgasms from his cock alone!
• Afterwards, David is on clean-up duty, licking the sperm off my tits where his Dad deposited it, and even having to clean off his Dad's dick with his mouth.

That's about it! My favourite part of my own story is when David's Dad is fucking me in front of his son.



David, in real life, is not a particularly good lover with his cock. All his life he ejaculated too soon, and so he never developed the skills. I have had other lovers before him who were much more skilled in this department, and even had a friend's husband bang me good after I was married. In real life, even with a good lover, I don't cum like this. But in this fantasy version, I have finally found a man who can pussy fuck me to multiple screaming orgasms. Now that's a woman's real fantasy!

Please follow the link below to enjoy the story, and come back here to comment on your favourite parts!

Ok, I'll admit it. It's not only guys who watch porn, or even masturbate to porn...


My favourite genre of porn is Daddy-Daughter spanking porn, like the clip above. It's her "stepdad" in the scene, but I hate it when they do that. Is that put in there for guilty guys with bio-daughters? I fantasize that it is my real Dad spanking me. I definitely put myself into the body of the daughter and feel every whack of the bathbrush on my very bare behind! I don't like it when the spankings are mild. I only like it when they are really hard and realistically punishment grade. I've had several "punishment grade" spankings myself. The models will live.

The concept of actually going across my Daddy's knee, having my panties lowered, and then receiving a hard spanking that has me kicking, screaming, and crying for mercy, turns me on incredibly...

I sat down and watched the above video with my husband. I teased him that I bet he wished he was transported into the body of that young lady, and spanked like that. He blushed and admitted that was exactly what he was imagining as he watched it. That makes two of us!

I can also aprpeciate even more brutal spanking. I saw this other video where a country girl was tied to a tree by her Daddy and spanked. It was just off a road and you could actually hear cars passing by and honking!

Look at her poor bottom! By the end her legs were shaking and she was screaming at the top of her lungs with every stroke and begging her Daddy to stop. She must have been a very, very bad girl to be publicly whipped like that! The thought of me tied up and getting beaten like that scares me a lot, but also turns me on a lot.

I also really, really, enjoy Daddy-daughter humiliation scenes. Some of the best I've ever seen are a couple of older French videos. I don't know the name of the original studio. If anybody knows, can you please let me know so I can go buy the videos and add the credit?

In the first one, a Daddy has cause to spank his daughter across his knee.
Already my "juices" are flowing! In my bedroom, put across Daddy's knee, my PJ bottoms lowered, and then getting a spanking. I am being punished for failing to do my chores, and then talking back to Daddy when he tells me to do them NOW. Daddy is very angry with me and tells me that this is what happens to little girls who don't do their chores and backtalk their fathers! Look at what I'm showing off from behind!!!! I am incredibly embarrassed, incredibly mortified, to have to be punished like this!

Next, Daddy takes my PJ bottoms all the way off and has me stand. I naturally clutch at my poor spanked bottom, turning away from Daddy. Half to rub it, half to shield my bottom from Daddy's eyes, definitely to hide my pussy from Daddy's eyes!!!!

But Daddy takes me to the bathroom next. I am so embarrassed! I am covering up my pussy for dear life!

Oh no! Daddy takes off my top. I am bare naked!!! Daddy should not be seeing my bare breasts. My bare pussy... He spanks me into the tub to take a shower.

After my shower I wrap a towel around my bottom half and am about to do the same to my top half when Daddy walks in and grabs me by the ear. Wait Daddy! My breasts! Please!

Oh no! Oh no! I'm only in a loose towel. My breasts are bare! Daddy is taking me into the living room!

He makes me stand facing the wall, bare breasted, in only the towel. He gives me a few spanks. I am desperately afraid the towel will fall! Daddy says I have to stay like this in timeout until he releases me. Oh blush!
I complain to Daddy, "please Daddy! I need my top!"

Daddy says that is more back-talking, and instead of being allowed to do my timeout facing the wall, for modesty's sake, he's decided that as an object lesson for me in back-talking him and disobeying his orders, I will instead do my timeout facing the room, with my bare breasts out!


Ten minutes pass. I am beyond humiliated. Worse, I feel the towel slipping. Please don't slip! Please!
As a young women who has never gone topless it is mortifying for my Daddy to see my bare breasts. There's also something extra humiliating about doing timeout like this in the living room, where guests are entertained...

There is a knock on the door! Oh no! The next door neighbor Serge often drops in around this time!!!! Please no! Please no. Please...

Oh no! My hands drop to cover my breasts and hold up my towel.
I am still hidden behind the open door. Surely Daddy will tell Serge to come back another time! Daddy glances over at me and asks, "disobeying again? So soon?" My hands are not on the top of my head as Daddy instructed. I know this! But I can't! Daddy looks me straight in the eye as he invites Serge in for a drink.

Serge sees me! This is so embarrassing!

Daddy tells his friend Serge that I have been a bad girl and I am being punished in timeout, required to display my bare breasts to the room. Serge comes up to me and comments on my situation. It has not gone unnoticed by him how humiliating a punishment it is for a young girl such as I to have to stand in timeout in the living room in this state of undress!
I am blushing red and desperately trying to cover myself from his eyes!

Daddy tells Serge that I am required to stand at attention, facing the room, with my hands on my head, and that I seem to have trouble even obeying such a simple command.
No! Please! no...

Daddy puts my hands back where they belong.
I feel myself blushing fiercely.

Both men look at me and scold me.
They sit and chat and have a drink while I'm in my humiliating breasts-out timeout in front of both men!

Daddy calls me over. He has decided that Serge being here gives him an even better opportunity to punish me and teach me my place as an obedient daughter.
Oh no! No no! Not the towel Daddy! Please! Not in front of Serge! Please! Daddy rips the towel away and my hands instantly go to cover my pussy!
But Daddy holds my hands behind me.
Serge uses the opportunity to touch my downy fur, drag his fingers across my labia, and lightly spank my pussy lips. Oh God!

Daddy turns me around to display my spanked bottom to Serge.
I know when I bend over how my pussy pokes out and my lips spread. I desperately try to conceal that from his gaze.

Daddy suggests that Serge freshen up my spanking! No! You can't! Please!
I am bare naked across a strange man's lap getting a spanking!

What's Serge doing? Oh my gosh! He's spreading my legs open! He can see everything!
Daddy smiles as Serge closely examines my spread pussy and visible bottom hole. Daddy is quite happy that I am learning the lesson that all girls must learn at some point in their lives: to be obedient to the dominant men in their lives or else risk the ultimate humiliation of being publicly spanked while having their pussies spread wide open and put on display!
Other side? What other side?

No! no! no! Serge flips me over. Daddy restrains me. I am kicking and flailing my arms. Serge spreads my legs and gives me a spanking on my pussy!!!! It's not a short spanking and it's not a light spanking. It is about 50 hard slaps to the most tender and formerly most private part of my body! Serge also squeezes, slaps, and pinches my breasts in this position!
That night I will cry myself to sleep still feeling the sting in my pussy lips, tits, and bum. All next day my pussy lips will painfully chafe against one another as I walk, reminding me of my spread-pussy punishment.

Not content with how squirmy I am, Serge bends my legs over backwards, above my head, giving my ankles to Daddy to hold. He then continues my spanking, but all over. The backs of my thighs, my bottom, the lips of my pussy, my inner thighs, and (blush!) my bottom hole even!
Serge pauses my spanking and uses his hand to caress my pussy and bottom hole. He drags his fingers between my pussy lips. He inserts his fingers into my pussy and into my bum! With him violating me like that, Daddy asks me if I will be a good girl from now on? If I will do my chores? If I will obey him the first time. If I won't anymore back-talk. I promise everything! Yes, Daddy! YES! In fact, I'd say anything to only have this humiliating display end! All my parts on full display to both my Daddy and a strange man. They make me swear to it over and over again as I am held there like that. Just please let a teenage girl's worst nightmare end!

Daddy is satisfied and sends me back to timeout, still facing the room, hands on my head, but now without the benefit of a towel covering my most private place. From across the room they comment on my puffy red pussy lips from my spanking there. Daddy says he will use pussy lip punishment on me more from now on. In fact, he says he will even go to the shops to buy a martinet to use on my most private of parts.

Oh dear. What's a daughter to do??? There is only one thing to do: Obey.

In my last blog post, Daddy-Daughter Spanking Porn, I spoke about my fascination with that particular genre of porn videos. I mentioned there was a video production studio, now defunct, called "Spanking and Shame" whose videos hit the mark. There is another video from that studio that covered off an extra humiliating Husband-Wife spanking scenario that also got me very excited! In this post, I'll show you screen grabs from that video and what goes through my mind as I watch it.


But along those same lines, I thought I would first recount what happened just this past weekend, quite spontaneously, with my actual husband, David.

We were at the parents' cottage up north, all alone. It was midday. I had just gotten in from a run and was sweaty. I went to take a shower. After I was done I walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. I was nude, and thought nothing of it. I walked right past David who was watching TV. He yelled out, "hey!" I stopped and looked at him and said "what?" suddenly very conscious of my nudity and his lustful gaze (isn't that great, that I can still get a lustful gaze from my man!). Honestly I was not trying to get anything started!

"You can't just walk naked right in front of me," he said, eating me up with his eyes.

"Well I am," I responded, "so I guess I can," I said, challenging him a bit.

"Not without consequences!" he said with a grin and got up suddenly from his chair.

I "eeked!" and ran the last few steps to the bedroom. But he was hot on my heels and caught me! I was totally naked and still a bit damp from my shower, and very clean smelling! He sat on the side of the bed and pulled me by my arm across his knee. I struggled and said "No! You can't! Unhand me, you cad!" Before I knew it I was bottoms up across his knee and getting a pretty hard hand spanking. The spanks rang out like gunshots in the room and really stung my poor little tail!

What was going through my mind? I loved him taking charge like that! I was thoughtless walking past him totally naked. What did I expect? Really? I felt it was a deserved spanking and I was getting very excited being husband-handled this way!

After about five minutes of bottom warming (5 minutes is a long time, people!). He stood me up, got up himself, and picked me up in his arms (oh gush!). He placed me down gently on my back on the bed and then dove his head between my legs and started licking me. After a few minutes of this he rolled me over onto my side into a foetal position, placed a pillow between my knees, and molded his head to me as he continued licking from behind.


He knows this position drives me wild! One of his hands dances between my tits, my tummy, my low abdomen. His other hand plays at the entrance to my pussy. I love those sensations and at the same time want his finger to penetrate me! Eventually he obliges and shoves a finger into my pussy, rubbing directly onto my G-spot. Meanwhile he's licking my clit and pushing down on my abdomen. Total recipe for instant orgasm for this wife! He plays me like a fiddle and I cum hard.

He flips me onto my back, puts the pillow under my hips and mounts me, missionary style. I am rung out from my orgasm, but anxious to invite him in. He pushes his hard cock into my wet pussy and fucks me until he cums deep inside of me. I am joyous and contented to be his sperm receptacle!

We collapse into each others' arms and cuddle. Mmmmm! Afternoon sex!

Anyways, I digress. I was talking about husband-wife spanking porn, no?

The second video I alluded to last blog post from "Spanking and Shame" must surely be one of a disciplined wife's biggest nightmares: to be spanked on in front of guests at the table over a failed dinner she was responsible for. Yet this is exactly what happens in this video!

It's all in French, so it's hard to follow along if you don't speak the language. Fortunately, I do.

It reminded me, in fact, of an episode a couple of summers ago where I was in correspondence with a French gentleman who was endeavouring to give me French language lessons. I was bad with sex and BDSM type slang words, and he gave me "homework assignments" to do, to translate his French, where he described all manners of indignities done to me by men (at my request) in French, and I needed to translate it into English and send it back to him for "grading".

He was an older gentleman who lived a comfortable life near the Mediterranean Sea. We jointly fantasised that I might go over for a summer of French lessons. In exchange for helping me to improve my French I would be his "wife" for the period, do his housework, provide him with sex on demand, and be disciplined by him when I was lax on my lessons. He said he would take me to the beach, dress me in the skimpiest bikinis, and not hesitate to spank me in front of his friends! Oh Gush!

This video in question reminded me very much of that. In the photo below, imagine I am the brunette, Monsieur is the older balding man, and the other two are a couple of neighbours he had invited over. I had gotten a bit friendly with the wife over the past few weeks, who took me under her wing in the unfamiliar town, without her knowing of our full "situation".


It was on me to prepare dinner. The French take their dinner very seriously! I was late and scatterbrained, and had not gotten to the market in time. I had to scramble and prepare frozen pizza for our guests (blush!). Even worse, I had not yet mastered the nuances of his gas range, and the frozen pizzas came out inedibly cold in their centers. Monsieur was not pleased!

He stood up and scolded me. I said that the pizzas were fine. He disagreed, as did our invited guests, quite frankly. Some sins cannot be forgiven in France.


He told me to stand beside him, and took my seat. He asked me what happened in his household when I screw up?


I lowered my head and said, almost inaudibly, "Une fessée, Monsieur." (a spanking, Sir). He confirmed it, and said that, moreover, given that I had affected the enjoyment of our house guests, he would spank me in front of them. With that he pulled me down bottoms up across his knee right in front of them both!


They both started chattering. "no! not possible! Are you crazy?" they both asked him. He gave me a resounding SMACK on my jeans-covered bottom. "THIS is how it's done in this house!" he exclaims.


Our guests seem horrified. The wife tries coming to my aid, but is told off by Monsieur. I am too embarrassed to say anything.

He stands me up again and says spankings are not given like this in his house. No. I should take my pants down. I refuse to, and put up a fight. The wife comes to my aid. Monsieur ignores her and says, "fine, I'll take them down myself," and proceeds to do exactly that.


Monsieur then pulls me back across his knee in only my skimpy panties. He tugs the material up high between my cheeks, baring my bum. The material of the panties is cutting up into my pussy, into my bumhole!


He proceeds to spank me like that. I am horribly embarrassed. My friend, the wife, keeps protesting my treatment.

Monsieur decides, ma culotte va descendre (my panties will be lowered). No! no! Please! I struggle madly to try to keep them up,


but inevitably they are taken down.


I am dying of shame!


Monsieur shows his friend how red my cheeks already are. He pulls my cheeks apart so he has the "full view". My girlfriend, the man's wife, is horribly embarrassed for me as well. She cannot believe this is happening in this day and age!


Monsieur spanks me some more and then turns me to show his friend the damage. As he turns me he pull my legs apart and I know I am showing everything to him!


He puts me back into place and continues my spanking as the couple look on.


The wife seems to be complaining less on my behalf, and is beginning to watch attentively. She even ventures that the dinner was a disaster... She now seems to be enjoying my spanking!

Monsieur stands me up and makes me face them. My friend is embarrassed for me anew as I stand there with my pussy facing the table. I try turning away and covering with my hands.


"Ah no, Mademoiselle!" I am turned to directly face them.


He makes me put my hands above my head, exposing my bare pussy to the handsome husband and attractive wife. They are by now watching attentively.


He pulls my top off. I am to be stripped!


He unfastens my bra. I close my eyes in abject embarrassment, hoping the ground will eat me up.


He pulls my bra off me, fully exposing me to the couple's interested gaze.


He holds my arms back, making my breasts (such as they are) jut out.


My friend can barely watch my humiliation. Her husband is watching intently. Monsieur points out my slutty nipple piercing, and teases it,


He points out my hairless cunt, and how it is his for the taking.


They finish their bottle of wine and their dinner, such as it is, while I am forced to stand there facing them, hands on my head, stark naked.


Monsieur explains to them fully my situation. How I am a silly Canadienne, who wishes to learn French for the summer, and has agreed to be subjugated like this in exchange. He explains that I have a blog, where I imagine all manner of dirty scenarios. That after this treatment, sa chatte sera très humide (her pussy will be very wet), and I will be fucked hard after they leave, and enjoy it. I blush hard at the truth of Monsieur's words...

Wouldn't all you readers like to have me in this situation!?! Please comment below on what you would do if you had a willing girl like me in your complete power. I will masturbate to the best comment, I promise!

[You can see this video by following this link: xvideo.]

Wow. Finally happened, my big 10: 10,000,000 page views according to Blogger Stats!


What a fun journey so far! My first post was on November 6 , 2011. Coincidentally, 10M pageviews was hit on November 6, 2019, exactly eight years later. Looking back, I did 68 posts in all of 2012, and will likely end this year at more like 42 posts. So keepin' up a decent volume, despite appearances.

Things have changed a bit over 8 years. We have gotten a little less kinky over that time. My usually reliable sister has cooled off a bit and is living with a more vanilla gf now. Currently don't have a kinky trainer on the go. I have become a bit less adventurous over the years. And my husband has become a little less sex happy. But on the other hand we have settled into a reliable and enjoyable rhythm.

I know my readers really enjoy glimpses into our spanking life, so for my 10M view post, I thought I would describe a routine and simple event that happened the other night.

My husband has been giving me a lot of sex lately (oral) and I have not been reciprocating much. He is very "service oriented" in the bedroom so sometimes I don't even think about it. So I took some trouble and I gave my husband a kinky massage the other evening.


I got the bedroom ready with some scented candles, low light, and massage lotion. I dressed in a sexy bra and panty set and put on a short white silky robe.


I went downstairs to call him up for early bedtime, and told him he was getting a treat.

I slowly and sensuously stripped off all his clothes and lay him face down on the bed. He nestled into the pillows at his head and moaned in anticipation before I even started. I took off my robe, knelt beside him, warmed the massage lotion in my hand, and began massaging his back, shoulders and neck. More nice moans of pleasure as he relaxed into my hands. I enjoy serving my man like this from time to time.

My idea was to augment the massage with kinky talk. I took the opportunity to let him talk, and encourage it, so I could learn from that. After all these years, still learning. I asked him to tell me about the first time the concept of spanking turned him on. I knew the story roughly, but wanted to dig in a bit more.

He said he was a young teenager and was dropped off at a bus station by an older Aunt for a trip back from the cottage to Toronto. After she left he perused the news stand and wished he could buy the Playboy or the Penthouse magazine, but there was an 18+ prohibition and it was a pretty public place. In the same section was a magazine that was about sex, but not as explicit on the cover.


He plucked up his courage and selected that one. There was a girl at the stand who was very old to him at the time, but that he figures now was likely only 19 or 20. He remembers her smiling a little bit as she allowed him to purchase it, and slipped it discretely into a bag.

The bus was not crowded and he had a row towards the back to himself. He said how he devoured that magazine: every last word and picture in it. But there was one particular "letter" towards the back that really got him fired up. He said it was only one short paragraph and was from a man who wrote how he developed an interest in spanking when he witnessed a man spanking his naked wife across his knee.


I continued massaging him, slipping my fingers down more towards his ass and between his legs, "accidentally" brushing past his balls. I asked him what he imagined the scene looked like.

He had it very worked out in his head. He said he imagined the two men dressed roughly, in jeans and plaid shirts. The wife had teased her husband in front of the friend. He threatened her with a spanking which made her blush. She "dared him to". He smiled and "caught her". He forcibly stripped her bare naked in front of his friend as she struggled and complained and begged him not to (but the husband knew she really wanted it). The woman was pale white, blonde, slim, with big breasts. The husband sat and pulled his naked wife across his knee and began spanking her bottom with his bare hand. The friend could see her big bare boobs dangling as she was spanked.


By moving a bit to the side he could see her ass and pussy wriggling under her husband's hard palm.


I asked him who he most wanted to be in the scene. He said he wanted to be the husband spanking his wife. But even more he wanted to be the man observing the spanking. But... even more than that... he wanted to be the wife getting the spanking. I pretended to gasp at that and smacked his bum. "Naughty Girl!" I said as he squirmed. No surprise to me, though.

I reached over for the hairbrush we keep beside the bed. I knelt up against him, put my left hand on his lower back, and lowered the hairbrush onto his bare bum. "I want you to imagine you're that naked wife, and that I'm your husband and you're across my knee, and that my guy friend is watching it all."

I started spanking him with the hairbrush in a controlled manner, cheek to cheek. "Bad girl," I told him. "Having to be spanked bare naked in front of my friend? You should be ashamed of yourself!" I told him.

He wriggled and squirmed more than was justified by the relatively mild hairbrush spanking I was giving him. "no..." he said, "please... no... not in front of him... please!" he feign-begged, getting into it.

"After I'm done spanking you," I told him, "you're going to apologize for being so rude to Tom."

"yes sir," he said.

"Naked. On your knees. With his cock in your mouth," I added, intensifying his spanking.

"yes sir," he confirmed.

"You'll suck him off and then swallow every last drop of his hot cum, and then clean off his cock with your mouth. I'll give you two minutes to get him off. If not, I'll let Tom spank you himself, and then let him take you up the ass."

"no! please!" he said as I spanked him harder still.

I backed off his spanking and we laughed together about his little fantasy and my embellishments to it. I told him I wanted to do that sometime to him with a real man: forced bi. He said "no way!" Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

I asked him to tell me about another fantasy as I reached between his legs and pulled his cock out and started massaging that. His ass was cherry red from his spanking.

He told me he loved the public play we do that involves other women. His best fantasy is that he is "put in his place" by me in a restaurant, told he could not order a dessert in front of the waitress, him complaining about it, and me telling him so she could hear that he is not only not getting dessert, but that he is getting a spanking as soon as I get him home.

What kind of a man wants to be embarrassed like that by his wife in front of a hot young waitress??? I mean, really.

With my encouragement he turned over onto his back. He could see me in my sexy bra and panty. I took his big cock in my slippery hand and rubbed.

On a whim, I asked him if he liked it when we played with my friend Tracy? He said he did. I reminded him that I got fucked by her husband, John. david let out a little cry and his cock got harder in my hand. I knew I was onto something. I thought I would run with that.

"I got my ass whipped with a double-up leather belt before my fucking," I told him. "And I had to get down on my knees and let him face fuck me," I told him. "I had to give him a really good blow job, really deep and wet. He was so masterful."


I said this and rubbed my husband's dick, and he squirmed in my hand.

"Then you know what?" I asked him.

"no..." he begged.

"I let him bend me over and stick his dick in my pussy. He didn't even have a condom on," I told him, reliving it in my mind. "And then he fucked me as if I was his whore while his wife watched!"


"No... please... But he pulled out before he came, right?" asked david, knowing the true answer.

"Oh no. He fucked me long and hard, and when he was good and ready he totally spermed my hot wet cunt."

"Ohhhh..." he moaned.

I thought I'd make it even more personal...

"He fucked me way longer than you've ever fucked me. And he moved his cock so good inside of me. You don't know how to do that, do you? You never learned how, right?"

"No ma'am," he answered miserably.

"Why not?" I asked him. "Why did you never learn properly?"

"because I cum too fast..." he answered.

"That's right. Because you cum too fast. Didn't you fucking cum in your pants when kissing a girl in high school???" True story 🤭😅😆

"yes ma'am," he said, blushing as I continued rubbing his dick. He was close!

"But John doesn't have that problem. He fucks like a total stud. And when he chose to, he asked Tracy if he could cum inside of me and she said he could. So he grabbed my hips, rammed his cock deeper than any cock has ever been inside of me, and totally splooged me."

"Ohhhhhh," david moaned in humiliation and excitement, so close to cumming!

I released him and said, "you finish yourself off."

He grabbed his cock and started rubbing slowly. I wiped my hands and then went into the bedside drawer, took out the tawse, and held it menacingly in front of him.


"You have exactly one minute to embarrass yourself in front of me, and then you'll eat every drop of cum you spill."

He started rubbing his cock more aggressively, eyeing my tawse the whole time.

"If you don't cum in one minute, I'm turning you onto your tummy and whipping your ass raw."

"Yes Ma'am!" he said, rubbing more furiously.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO WHIP YOUR ASS???" I asked him, as I whipped the tawse down hard onto the bed sheets.

"No Ma'am! No Ma'am!"

"Hurry up, there's not much time left..."

And then he came all over himself.

"Very good!" I congratulated him in my baby voice. "Now eat it all up. Every last drop. You're not clear of your whipping until you do that," I said as I whipped the tawse into my palm. He consumed his semen very completely. Ha ha!

david commented on the scene, saying it was hot. He said he feels super submissive when he's under my command, lower than me, knowing that I was lower than Tracy and John. Puts him right at the very bottom of the subby hierarchy, just where he should be :-)

So there it is, my 10M view anniversary post. I know it's not much. Just a husband and wife kinking out together. But isn't that what it's all about?

I was talking to a friend at work the other day who is an executive assistant to one of the male execs, and the subject of timeouts (in the context of her child) came up, and that inspired this blog post.


I have gotten to know this lady quite well: we chat almost every day and go out together fairly often for lunch. Her name is Abigail and she's from a Jewish family. She's married and has a one-year-old son and an almost three-year-old daughter. Her Mom looks after the kids during the day. She has a University degree and is pretty, smart, educated, and funny (though is still working on losing some of that baby weight).

Closest I could find of not her!

I often ask about her kids. She's been having trouble with the behavior of the girl lately. Not quite out of the "terrible twos" yet, she tells me. I ventured to her (heart pounding a bit) that when I was a kid I got smacked on the bum and that seemed to have done the trick. She seemed envious and said "if only!" Parents nowadays are not allowed to smack their kids. She says even timeouts are being questioned in favour of "positive parenting" (see Time-Out versus Time-In), but she still would favour timeouts.

Have you noticed that when you're a spanko like us (you readers you), even mentioning the topic of punishments, timeouts, and spankings makes your heart beat a little faster? But vanilla people can routinely talk about such things in regards to child rearing without ascribing any significance beyond face value, bless their little vanilla hearts.

Of course, forget about kids, I do, for real, put my husband in timeouts and smack his bum when he is naughty. We have a "scening FLR" (Female-Led Relationship for any newbies), not a "real FLR"; but I often find real-life excuses to start a scene, and he always submits to me when I start a scene, and I'm always super-realistic in playing the part of the FLR wife; so how different is that from a real FLR?

So while we were talking about the pros and cons of butt smacking versus timeouts versus "positive parenting" I could not help but think of my husband in this context, though I did not "spill the beans" at all to her (at least not yet).

Timeouts in and of themselves seem pretty scary. Here are some quasi-governmental suggestions for Using Time-Outs.

1. Check the behavior and give a warning
2. Tell your child why
   
3. Have your child sit in time-out
   When you get to the time-out space, tell him to sit down. Tell him to stay in the time-out space until you say he can get up. When your child is in time-out:
   • Do NOT let anyone talk with him.
   • Do NOT let him play with anything.
   When you first use time-out, you may have to return your child to time-out several times.
   
   No one should give your child any attention while he is in time-out. Do not look at your child, do not talk to your child, and do not touch your child. Make sure your child’s brothers and sisters are also not giving him attention in time-out.
   
   Time-outs can be given anywhere (the grocery store, the car), but it still needs to be a time-out from anything your child may find fun and entertaining. In public places, your child might face a wall or something boring.
   
   If your child is not cooperating with time-out in a public place, you may take him to a place that is not surrounded by people. For example, you could take your child to a bathroom stall if he will not behave in the store.


4. End time-out
5. Praise the next good thing your child does

I love how this government website, whenever it uses a gendered pronoun, uses "him" exclusively as the example gender for timeouts. A bunch of femdoms in training!

As I read this, I could easily substitute "husband" for "child":

3. Have your husband sit in time-out
   When you get to the time-out space, tell him to sit down. Tell him to stay in the time-out space until you say he can get up. When your husband is in time-out:
   
   • Do NOT let anyone talk with him.
   • Do NOT let him play with anything.
   When you first use time-out, you may have to return your husband to time-out several times.
   
   No one should give your husband any attention while he is in time-out. Do not look at your husband, do not talk to your husband, and do not touch your husband. Make sure your guests and relatives are also not giving him any attention in time-out.
   
   Time-outs can be given anywhere (the grocery store, the car), but it still needs to be a time-out from anything your husband may find fun and entertaining. In public places, your husband might face a wall or something boring.
   
   If your husband is not cooperating with time-out in a public place, you may take him to a place that is not surrounded by people. For example, you could take your husband to a bathroom stall in the ladies' room if he will not behave in the store.

See what I mean? Perfectly translates. I once read somewhere that while certainly not all punishments suitable for a grown man are suitable for a child, all punishments suitable for a child are also suitable for a grown man. Words of wisdom to an FLR-oriented wife.

My husband's timeouts are a little more harsh than would be appropriate for a child. I have him facing a wall in the living room where he is made to hold up a coin with his nose. I make him cross his arms behind his back and I tie something loose around them such as scotch tape. I can then go about my business knowing that he is secure in his timeout. If he moves at all the coin will drop and it is impossible for him to put it back without his arms. If he breaks the light bindings around his arms to help get the coin back, I will know that. I can actually even leave the house with him like that, secure in the knowledge that there is no way for him to not complete his timeout without me finding out. This image by Sardax is more illustrative of the position I am talking about.


The depicted timeout also includes gagging, feminization, a fully bared bottom, a female witness, and the imminent threat of a bare bottomed hairbrush spanking from his wife in front of the other woman (his mother-in-law perhaps?). These are all elements I have included in my husband's timeouts.

Length of timeout varies depends on his behaviour and my mood. We have done anywhere from five minutes to well over an hour. Even five minutes can seem like a long time to him when he's in timeout. Anything longer than that adds a greater element of physical punishment as well, as it is a stress position. An hour in timeout like this is a pretty severe punishment that he very genuinely would not want repeated.

I have an iron clad rule that if he breaks timeout, he restarts it from the beginning. If he is even a minute away from completing a thirty minute timeout, and the coin drops, he repeats the full thirty minutes (sometimes after a short sharp correction, but more on that later). The only acceptable conclusion for a timeout is me going to him, asking him if he is learning his lesson, getting a yes and an apology for the behaviour, and then me taking the coin from the wall myself, thus releasing him. I have applied this rule on multiple occasions, and am very serious about it, and he knows it absolutely. And believe me, after having done 29 minutes of a 30 minute timeout, the last thing he wants to do is drop that coin and have to start from the beginning again but with a freshly paddled or belt-strapped bottom.

While he knows how long his timeout will be during his "sentencing", he does not have a time reference during timeout, except sometimes I will let him know how far along he is if I am feeling nice: "only ten more minutes".

Even a timeout all by itself is an utter humiliation for a husband being sentenced to it by his wife. Of course, it is my husband's kink to be humiliated by me in this fashion, but it makes it no less humiliating for him. Elements of forced feminization are often present in my husband's case, from panties, to bras, to schoolgirl skirts, stockings and garters, and even dresses. A number of other women have been present while my husband was in just such embarrassing timeout, even some vanilla women.


Unlike for how the government recommends that parents deal with children, there is no prohibition against spanking husbands when they are naughty. So timeout is almost always either preceded by, or followed by (or both), some form of corporal punishment as well.

Most commonly, he is invited over my knee for a quite strict hairbrush spanking.


By the time I am done with him his bottom will be deep red and he will be madly kicking his legs, writhing across my lap, apologizing profusely for his behaviour, promising he will never do it again, and begging me to stop.


Of course, from my point of view, a spanking doesn't really start until after he is begging for me to stop, and he will be spending many more frantic minutes across my knee after he has reached that point. For an example of "my style", I refer you to the video I made with my husband (Strict Julie Spanks).

The spanking may take place in front of witnesses, and is in fact recommended wherever it can be managed.


The image immediately above shows a misbehaving husband in the 1980s being very publicly corrected by his wife in front of her two girlfriends she happened to have invited over for a drink that day. The infraction was a speeding ticket that he did not tell her about that she noticed immediately before the photograph was taken. Unfortunately for him, justice delayed is justice denied in this household, and so he was further embarrassed by having his wife's friends present to witness his embarrassing bare-bottomed punishment (to tears) and the one hour of sniffly-nosed pants-down timeout that ensued.


Spankings combined with timeouts have a long history between dominant females and submissive males.


Here, for example, we see a photograph from the 1950's of a mother who has just gotten done paddling her son's caboose in the front room. He was then required to stand in timeout facing the corner with his pajama bottoms puddled around his ankles and his hands on his head until bedtime. The choice of the front room was not accidental. Any siblings, relatives, or visitors will see the boy's timeout, the humiliation of which deliberately adds to his punishment. The state of his bared bottom also clearly signals that his Mother has taken very seriously the misbehavior that prompted his punishment, and paddled him strictly beforehand. This is of course incredibly embarrassing to have that known and displayed so vividly and in such a public location for a boy of his age. Moreover, he may well be waiting for his father to come home and apply a healthy dose of strap oil to that naughty bottom before he is sent to bed without supper, crying his eyes out like a six-year-old child. As a "Strict Wife", I derive considerable inspiration in how to deal with my husband from images such as these.

Some wives insist on full nudity during timeout, and in embarrassing locations in the house.

This one was stripped and switched and then placed in fully nude timeout ("birthday suit punishment") in front of a window with the shades open for viewing. See him cowering in his corner hoping to avoid the gaze of his neighbors in his present state?

Others are subject to embarrassing forced feminization treatments during timeout.

This one was put in white stockings and garter belt prior to his spanking, and then made to do timeout dressed "like a girl"

Extra "womanly" chores can be assigned while being "panty trained", ideally with other women there to witness it.

This husband was fairly severely whipped in his birthday suit and then "panty trained" by his wife during kitchen chores immediately after. His mother-in-law was allowed to stay and watch the whole thing. In fact, she took this photo to show to her friends the severity of the whipping her daughter delivers and how her son-in-law is "panty trained" afterwards, a new and amusing concept for her.

Sometimes rather than being treated as females, husbands are treated like babies as part of their punishment.

One of the more humiliating and exposed positions for a spanking, called the "diaper position" for obvious reasons. His penis, testicles, and bottom hole are fully displayed and available for whipping if the offense warrants it. A diapering is often not far behind.

Another variant of the "diaper position".

Made more humiliating when assisted by a friend or relation, such as a sister.

Here we can more easily see the full extent of the husband's exposure. When other women are present, this level of exposure is only used when a point must truly be driven home and the husband put firmly in his place. His heretofore private parts will be fully displayed to all woman watching this husband's chastisement, with absolutely nothing left to the imagination, a level of exposure usually reserved only for his wife or doctor.

And as alluded to in some of the captions above, sometime husbands are even diapered by their wives for punishment. I have done this to my husband in front of other women.


He is then required to drink a liter of water and stand in timeout until he publicly pees his diaper and then very vocally and politely requests that his diaper be changed, which I will happily oblige even while my guests look on.

Some punishments, however, are best meted out in private.


This punishment is really the ultimate in terms of forced feminization that cause him to fully embrace his submissive side. To be honest, there is one step further which involves recruiting a muscular, well-endowed male who will take the husband across his lap for a long hard spanking, and then have sex with the husband as if he were a woman (oral and anal included - to completion). This is called forced-bi, and is a powerful weapon in a Strict Wife's arsenal that her heterosexual husband will fear above almost all other things.

A muscular recruit delivering "forced-bi" to this husband as punishment under the direction of the wife. The gentleman is encouraged to leave a copious "sperm deposit" deep up her husband's bumhole. During subsequent naked timeout, the sperm will dribble embarrassingly down the backs of the punished husband's legs.

Before I close with a question for you regarding Abigail, I leave you with some miscellaneous photographs along the lines of this blog article that I collected and captioned for you while doing my photo search.

This is a spanking for masturbation. Look at the very large hairbrush on the table in front of her and the dirty magazine illicitly purchased by him that she is surveying. His underpants will remain where they are before and during his spanking, and afterwards during timeout as well. A week in diapers as an impromptu "chastity device" is a possibility after such an offense.

Quite "mainstream" at one time!

A very serious looking FLR spanking!

So true!

A very sore bum for a feminized hubby.

Bare bottomed timeout. Pre-spanking (I hope!)

An embarrassing little hand spanking that can be delivered in the ladies' room or a change room in a store as a quick "attitude adjustment" that can be reinforced once home again. If other women walk in during this husband's chastisement, it certainly would not bother me for them to stay and watch in order to help drive the lesson home. Very many would.

An "extra" hard spanking for this husband. His wife is making her displeasure known in no uncertain terms.

A severe spanking in the relative privacy of the bedroom, though the sounds of the scolding, of wood on bare flesh, and of his frantic cries will be heard throughout the house, and especially by his wife's aunt and cousins who are staying the weekend. He will be warned that if he continues being unpleasant towards them, further spankings and subsequent timeouts will by no means be as private. A full apology to them will be expected, along with a dropping of his trousers to show them all the full extent of his punishment. He will then turn to deliver a bare penis apology.

Timeout with glowing red bum on display. He knows that in ten minutes time he will be required to turn and face his wife and her sister, hands at his sides, and apologize for his atrocious behaviour.

A classic "heads down" spanking in the bathroom allowing the legs to flutter kick freely.

A typical spanking in an FLR household. Corner time to follow.

This husband failed to perform his household chores for Thanksgiving weekend, leaving it to his wife and her sisters to get them done. His wife is pissed! As punishment, she has taken the unusual step of stripping him down to his birthday suit in full view of her two younger sisters, and then handing him off to their tender mercies for his spanking. They both deliver enthusiastic punishments to his naked rear end, causing him to apologize repeatedly and earnestly (if not frantically) to the sisters for his misbehaviour. After the guests have left, his wife will take him on a long cold naked walk by his ear to the woodshed for a strapping he will not soon forget.

And isn't that what it's all about?

Ahh! Letting the imagination run wild. I hope you enjoyed it!

Coming back down to earth...

I plan on taking Abigail out for lunch next week for her birthday. I wonder if I will get the opportunity to make a somewhat innocuous but slightly embarrassing comment about how I deal with my husband when he is naughty? We are good friends. I trust her and could swear her to secrecy. Thinking on it now, I would pretend we had a "for real" FLR which would set david up for an embarrassing evening at the company Christmas party where we will for sure spend some time with her. Thoughts? Inadvisable? Go for it? Let me know!

I've been corresponding off an on with a fan since 2015. He's an older gentleman now in his 60's. He wrote a lovely email to me after having read a May, 2015 post, An Epic Spanking for my Husband in which, in part, I masturbated david into his own mouth.
Here it is:

From: bill
Date: Jun 1, 2015
Subject: latest post

Hi Julie,

i have been reading your posts for a couple of years. Always, it is the first place i check when doing my daily search for fantasy masturbation material :),

i love the fact that you love to beat him and you have a sadistic streak - he is so lucky. i always wanted a woman to make me cum in my mouth but never got the chance... i can't imagine the humiliation if it was done in front of a woman i know ugh! Imagine then seeing the person in daily life and knowing she has watched you eat your own cum :)

i took this offline to have a chance to chat. i know you are probably very busy but i am hoping you will have a few minutes to answer this. While i have had opportunities in the past to explore my fantasies (sometimes with a friend and sometimes professionally) i have looked back on my life and see many missed opportunities to be in this kind of relationship but somehow was too shy to speak up.,

i look forward to more posts by you and will continue to use it as my primary place to go when i'm in need of some relief :),

Take care and thank you for all the time and effort you put into your blog,

bill

This email, and many more like it, is in part what keeps me going for so long, aside from also having a lot of fun with it! But sometimes I need the motivation to get to writing, even though I know I will enjoy it once I hunker down at my keyboard. (And -- a little secret -- sometimes when I am caught up in the writing one of my hands strays to my pussy or up to my tits, and I tease myself like crazy, which is also "fun"!).

We have been exchanging emails back and forth ever since. At one point bill and I decided to collaborate on a fictional story that mixed fantasy elements we both enjoy. In this blog I'll describe our "creative process", and you'll find a link to the story towards the bottom.

It started with this email from bill in April of 2017:

Hi Julie,

I was reading this older email and it got me thinking of humiliation (well, I'm always thinking of that since it is at the my core fantasies).,

"Yes, there is a delicious level of humiliation associated with cum onto the face and into the mouth. Women are so objectified in those vanilla porn videos where that seems to happen on practically every one that it's wonderful to turn the tables, and especially to restrain a man, do that to him after a good beating, and have that witnessed by a group of feminists. Girl power! Teaching collective lessons one boi at a time!"

What could be more humiliating for a guy then to have someone cum on his face (well probably a lot of other things as well). Well maybe having a guy cum on your face in front of other people. That started me thinking of a fantasy involving my favorite internet porn writer (you who else) and her cadre of characters :)

Some of the components of the story would be:

• shaved from the head down
• dressed in panties stockings and training bra (after all no boobs)
• serving wine and cheese to You, your husband or maybe include John and Tracy (the dynamics between the characters would be interesting)
• Cooking and serving a gourmet meal (I happen to be a very good cook so why not provide a venue for a nice AND humiliating evening)
• me kneeling
• you sitting
• male standing
• cum squirted on my face (before dinner) - maybe David, masturbated by you, then pointed to my face at the opportune moment)
• made to leave it on while serving dinner
• under the table performing oral sex on you and/or Tracey
• after dinner drinks being served

I wonder what happens next :)

bill

I wrote back with some heartfelt encouragement:

Hi bill,

I love that level of humiliation applied to a straight non-cross-dressing male! Especially the detail of keeping the cum on his face during service!!! david would NOT enjoy being jerked off onto another male's face, so it works both ways. Lovely kinky mind you have there, bill!

Julie

You will see when you read the story, many of the elements bill and I were starting to get excited about appearing in the story as themes.

Hi Julie,

Yes since humiliation is a big one for me I have recently been thinking of being forced to suck a cock in front of women and be humiliated being called a cocksucker and faggot.

Funny a good woman friend of mine who would occasionally indulge me in my femdom fantasies with verbal humiliations but she hadn't done it for a while. So when talking to her I goaded her by insulting her and some name calling like what a pussy she was :) then called me a faggot "you faggot, I bet no one has ever called you that" I was so turned on by her humiliating words I masturbated it to it twice in one night.

So the fantasy below would be an incredible turn on and could be pushed further...oops I need to go and take care of myself :) I got a little too excited talking about this, I'll need to go looking for cuckold literature on the web where he is forced to do degrading things for his wife and lover.

Take care and as always I love your blog - YEA Julie!!!!

bill

I think here we need a little discussion over the use of the terms "faggot" and "cocksucker", as they will also appear in our story. These terms are used by homophobes to disparage gay men, and in that context they are very, very ugly. However, in this context they are used as words to humiliate (consensually) a straight man. The fact that they are used to demean by homophobes is what makes them so degrading to a straight man. It's maybe not right, but it's kinky psychology. So long as nobody is being hurt (other than those that want to be!) I give it a pass. But I do want to be clear that I fully support any adult's right to fuck any other adult, regardless of sex or gender. But I nonetheless reserve the right to call my husband a "faggot" when I have a cock up his ass, and a "cocksucker" when I have a dick in his mouth.

billy quickly followed up with another email due to a sexy incident that happened to him:

Hi Julie,

I didn't get a response from below (I know you are busy) but anyway I had an episode with an escort that I thought you might find entertaining reading.

I'm one of those older readers who start my day looking for new posts on your blog. I saw someone yesterday for a session. This is a young woman about 28 or so with blond hair and nice body flat tummy nice ass and perky boobs and somewhat of an angelic face. She isn't really very dominant but will do things I ask her to do. So sometimes she face-fucks my mouth with a dildo or will sit on my face and rub her panty covered pussy over my mouth and fuck it (if you haven't noticed I am very orally fixated :) Well I was on my back and she had my legs up and had penetrated me with a dildo and was slowly fucking me and I asked her to give me a slap on the face.

So she did a somewhat mild slap and it didn't hurt at all so I asked her to slap me 5 times. Well she raised her hand (this angelic looking young woman) looked me in the eye and raised her hand. She seemed to be taking aim since there was this hesitation with her hand raised and then she slapped me then she quickly backhanded the other cheek then slapped me again and then backhanded me again then the final slap. Wow she hurt and when I thought of the episode I found the backhand was so erotic. I don't know why but the slap and the quick backhand just so turned me on when I think about it. At the time it stunned me and now I wish I had asked for 6 slaps :)

Anyway a very interesting adventure. The only thing that would have been more erotic is if there was one of her friends - another young woman to have witnessed it and then laughed at me.

Well as always I love your blog and it is the first thing i check out when going on the web. BTW if you ever want to pursue your father fantasies with an older guy with a cute ass and slim body then please let me know. I am available :)

Looking forward to hearing from you but also know you probably get hundreds of emails and can't answer them all.

Take care and look forward to more installments of your life and times!!

bill

As you can see from his emails, bill is clearly very intelligent, well educated, literate, and writes very well. I find it fun that old bill goes behind his wife's back and sees a cute young escort who is dominant over him (his wife is not into it at all, so I give him a "pass" on that). I also find it cute that bill came onto me. Hey, you don't ask you don't get, right? Horny old daddy.

I wrote back more encouragement to bill.

Hi bill,

Wow, that sounds like fun. I will see if my husband would enjoy a good face slap (and i won't forget the backhand) next time I'm pegging him missionary.

Actually, I've been thinking of scening him at a bar. We're just talking. All of a sudden I just slap his face, in public, as if he said something crass, sexual and offensive to me.

I think you should definitely arrange for one of your girls to bring a young man in to make you into a real faggot! Would love to hear about that! Apparently lots of gay men enjoy fagotting a straight.

Julie

You can see I was playing with bill's "faggot" fantasy, which I enjoy doing, knowing the effects my words will have on him (rub rub rub rub, little monkey!). Then he wrote back to me and started free associating (no doubt with his left hand on his dick as he was typing, as you will see)

Well maybe I'm with her and a girlfriend shows up with her boyfriend

She tells them I'm her bitch for the day and they start to tease me and tell me how they are going to use me

My mistress tells them that she was about to do me with a dildo and her friend says why use a dildo since her boyfriend has a cock she could use

Mistress says to go knell in front of the guy and ask to suck his cock

I'm very reluctant since I've never done it and the thought grosses me out

Mistress and her friend grab me and force me to my knees and then mistress slaps be and backhands me 5 times

My head is spinning and can't take any more

I unzip his pants and pull it out. Her friend grabs my hair and pushes my face near his cock. Mistress pinches my nose and forces his cock into my open mouth

Her girlfriend laughs and says "look at that he's sucking cock. What a little faggot

He starts to pump his cock in and out of my mouth I'm drooling as my mouth tries to lubricate itself

.... want to hear more?

While it is a fun fantasy when I imagine actually doing it I'm grossed out totally

Suddenly bill's spelling and grammar go into the toilet, and his words become very choppy. That's my clue that he had one hand down his pants as he was typing! But this "sexy free association" is the genesis of our story.

I responded enthusiastically to his ask if I want to hear more.

Oh yes, you little faggot, you!
:-)

He started sending me more of the same sort of writing. A bit hasty, feverish, and disconnected writing, so different from his well-crafted emails. But that is also what makes it exciting, how raw it was! I encouraged him some more on the latest installment which had a lot of forced bi in it.
The dots represent a lot more story before that, and it ended with the potential introduction of "Victoria", the main character's daughter. bill knows I particularly enjoy father-daughter stuff so I encouraged him.

That's an exciting scenario, bill. I would love to put my husband through some forced-bi like that. But now, bringing the daughter into it? You're hitting ALL my buttons now. Please continue!

Julie

bill writes me back more stuff, and I respond and ask if I may be permitted to publish.

Fantastic! Keep going, please! Will you allow me to make some edits and adjustments and then publish it on my blog when done?

The scenario with the naked daughter and her dad lusting after her with a hard-on, being teased and laughed at by her, is my favourite part. I would have so totally done that to my Daddy!!! Something primal about having your Dad lusting after you. I hope she gets to spank him also, and then uses his toungue for her pleasure!

Julie

He responds,

Thanks for the encouragement and I'll keep writing. Even though femdom is my hot button this humiliation and forced bi gets me really hot.

This is the only story I have ever written although I have probably read most of the femdom and humiliation stories online...I guess I needed to write my own since I've exhausted them at Literotica.

Yes, of course you can use it. That is my favorite part as well. I added having her turn around half naked...but teasing him and then calling him a cocksucker and dismissing him.

I'll keep going. Although it might be a little gay for your blog although the humiliation would turn on quite a bit of your readers :)

bill

P.S. make any edits you want. I'm sure there are quite a few inconsistencies. It was more of a lark to write it and I didn't pay close attention to detail :)

I don't think a story of forced bi is at all "gay". The more gay you are, the less forced bi accomplishes the goal of dominance and humiliation, so I think that the straighter the guy is, the better in a forced bi scene.

bill writes a couple more installments, and I am having trouble keeping up, and it is getting quite long, so I ask bill to bring it to a close.

Nice!
One more chapter, and please bring it to a conclusion!

I would love to see Jim having a threesome with your wife and daughter. When you object, your wife tells Jim to put you across his lap, pull your panties down, and hand-spank you to tears. Then in the corner, panties pulled down, while he has that threesome. One word out of you and Jim will take the belt to you and ass fuck you in front of the ladies... ;-)

Julie

bill brought the story to a close in Jan of 2018. It was in multiple parts and very long, and was very, very raw, but all of it was genuinely exciting and tailored to a combination of bill's and my fantasies.

The task of pulling it all together and editing it was quite daunting,  so it was hard to get started. bill politely inquired in December of 2018 if I would ever publish it, so I sent bill away to gather it all together and clean it up somewhat, a task he finished before the New Year. It was still very long and daunting, though, and I knew it needed a lot of work. He followed up again in July of 2019, and then again in November! In November I said, that's it! I need to get going on this, so I finally took it on.

I really, really enjoyed editing it. What bill had sent was mainly dialog, so I needed to set the scene better, and to add insights into what the characters were thinking. I also needed to correct a bunch of inconsistencies (like, he was in panties one moment, and the next moment he was naked without a description of how he lost his panties - I find things like that jarring in a story). It was also written in a mixture of grammatical tenses, from various different points of views, so I needed to decide on a consistent point of view and modify everything to fit that. Along the way, I added some more fantasy fodder from my own mind as well, but the dialog remains 95% bill's work, and the entire plot line also 95% bill.

So, without further ado, I present a collaboration between bill and myself. I named it "billie's hard day" which is a double or even triple entendre, if you know what I mean. Please enjoy and come back here to comment!

It's one of the games we play. I caught my husband red-handed all alone in his bed on the weekend.


Don't get me wrong. I "allow it" (he is a grown ass man, after all), but there's an unwritten rule that if I catch him at it, he gets a spanking. Well I definitely caught him in the act, and viewing some particularly unsavory material to boot.

It was Saturday at about 2pm in the afternoon. I wondered where my husband was. I walked up to our bedroom (I happened to have only socks on so was quiet). The door was mostly closed, but about one foot open. I thought he might be taking a nap. I listened at the door. I heard a "squish, squish, squish, squish" noise. That was no nap!

I peaked in quietly and OMG! He had on only flannel pajama bottoms, and no top, and was lying there with the covers thrown aside and the pj pants bundled down at his ankles. He had his iPad propped up next to him in bed showing what appeared to be a lewd video, and he had ear buds in for the sound. His dick was hard and wet in his right hand, and he was rubbing it furiously while staring intently at the video. Personally, I think he wanted me to catch him, but who knows, and due to his choice of jerk-off material, he certainly got more than he bargained for.

"What the fuck, david!?!" I said as I walked in, playing my impromptu "role".

He stopped rubbing, but held his dick in his hand and just sort of looked at me, looking guilty and blushing. Even if he wants to play, it's still embarrassing being caught like this by his wife, which is 'kinda the point.

"What the fuck?" I repeated, seeming serious.

He stopped the video and removed the ear buds. "Sorry..." he said. He knew he was caught and knew he would be spanked.

"Let me see what you were watching," I said as I sat by the side of the bed and reached for his iPad. I had legit caught him red-handed and was going to milk it.

david went to pull his pj pants up but I said "no, no" and made him keep them down, keep the covers off, and keep his hands at his sides. His hard wet dick was waving in the air. 

This is the screen I saw.


It was a particular title on YouPorn. The video masterwork in question was TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP! Please don't cum in my pussy, Bunny gets a hard fucking.

"Too deep Too deep?" I asked him, looking at the title. "Please don't cum in my pussy?" I asked him rhetorically. "Bunny gets a hard fucking, does she?" I started it playing from the start with the sound on.

It started off nicely enough with the man caressing her pussy through her panty and then putting her on all fours with her ass facing the camera. She squirmed delightfully as he removed her panty.


When her panty was off, he complimented her ass and told her to show it off to everybody.


He then caressed her bare ass and pussy and slapped her bare bum a couple of times.


"So you like seeing girls get their asses slapped, do you?" I asked my husband. "We'll see how much you like it when I put you across my knee and slap your ass," I said gently. He squirmed delightfully in embarrassment and anticipation.

Then the girl gave the man the shortest blow job in history.


I said, "don't think the blow job you're going to give me will be nearly as short and comfortable as that." Often I make the punishment fit the crime in these cases. Now he was on notice that he was due for a strict dildo sucking session after his spanking, and likely a fucking as well.

The man in the video then turned the girl back around and played with his dick on her pussy.


He lined her up and pushed it in.


I said, "Awww, do you want a nice fucking like that? His dick looks to be about the size of Adam, and I'll bet her pussy is tighter than your loose hole."

"Oh... no, please..." he sort of begged me. I was strongly suggesting he would be receiving a fucking from my largest strap-on dildo, Adam. Totally no joke for his tight ass.


At this point the Bunny still seemed to be enjoying her fucking. Pretty soon though, he pushed her down, straddled her from behind, and started going at her harder and deeper.


The whole video is about 12 minutes long, and we got to this part in about 2 minutes, so it looked like she had TEN WHOLE MINUTES of fucking to get through, poor Bunny.

Throughout this part she seemed to be alternately moaning in desire and crying out in distress at the size and depth attained by the man's member. She kicks her little socked feet and screams as he fucks her too deeply and begs "too deep! too deep!"


He asks her if she would prefer to have him cum in her ass and she begs him not to. He obliges by continuing to rape her hole.

Having reviewed the video a few times now, my take is that Bunny and this fellow appear to be in some sort of a relationship, and that Bunny gets off on being treated like this. She seems pretty submissive, and pretty eager despite her occasional cries. For sure, a cock that deep is painful, but I guess that's a type of pain she is into. I can relate! But please review the video for yourselves and let me know if you agree.

However, for the purposes of my impromptu "scene" with my husband, I chose to take a different interpretation of events.

"This is too much," I told him with my serious face. "Why do you have to watch this crap?"

"I think... she wants it..." he said.

"Oh? She wants a big dick so deep up her pussy that she cries out in pain and begs him not to? Really?"

"she's a submissive," he said.

"What a coincidence, because you're a submissive also. Do you want me to fuck you as hard as he's doing to this chick?" I asked him with a definite edge to my voice. In the background was the girl continuing to cry out at the pain of her fucking.

"no ma'am," he said sheepishly. "You can turn it off if you want..."

"Oh no. We're watching it all the way through," I told him. "And after it's over I'm going to punish you, and part of it will be longest and hardest fucking you've ever taken from me."

"please no," he begged, squirming in place.

"Please no is it? Is that a 'please no' like she keeps saying but it really means she loves it? That kind of please no"?

He was a bit speechless. He knew he was in a pickle. This video set a new bar for hard and long fuckings, and it was only now dawning on him that he would be getting everything she got and more. That thought made him extremely nervous. I could see it in his face.

The man stops fucking the girl like this and flips her over onto her back. During the transition it did look a bit more like she was a willing participant. When she's on her back he pushes her knees back and enters her again. It's again very hard and very deep and she is crying out. At the end she begs him not to cum in her pussy and he does anyways.


Can anybody say "me too?"

After he's cum in her, she looked a bit stunned. Am really hoping she was just deep in consensual sub-space!


I closed the iPad and looked my husband in the eye disapprovingly.

"I don't like you watching that sort of thing," I told him.

"yes ma'am," he answered quietly.

"Do you deserve a spanking for that? A hard one? Maybe a whipping also?" I asked. I was of a mind to do it properly.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered.

"And a fucking afterwards? A hard fucking? Hard and deep like she got it? With Adam?" I asked.

"Not with Adam, please..." he begged.

"Oh yes with Adam. I need you to feel what she felt. According to you, she's a submissive like you, and she liked it. It was about ten minutes of hard fucking, wasn't it? I'm going to bend you over, and fuck you like she got fucked."

And it was at that point that the totally obvious dawned on me. I continued, "in fact, I'm going to put the video back on, with the volume up, and go as long and as hard as he did. You can moan and scream just like her, right at the same time even. I mean, if she's a submissive and enjoys it, I'm sure you'll enjoy it also."

I thought that was a punishment that fit the crime. david was no porn star, but nor was he unpracticed at taking it up the butt from me. He'd survive his fucking. Again, I think he chose that video deliberately so he could get fucked by me, but perhaps he miscalculated how rough the video was.

"Stay right there," I told him. He was still naked with his PJs at his ankles and the covers off. I went under the bed and brought  up a thin whippy switch I kept there that had survived since last spring.


I was determined to whip him where it would do the most good. I lined the switch up on his penis and brought it down in fast light motions. He rubs it, I whip it.

I moved up and down touching up the fronts of his thighs, his testicles, his penis, his lower abdomen, and his tummy. I of course paid particular attention to his penis and its tip.

"Is this what gets you in trouble? Is it? Is it?" I asked as I switched his privates.

david became a little frantic as I painted thin weals all over. His hands came up to cover himself but I just switched them and ordered him to put his hands under his ass and continued his switching. His penis would be too sore to rub after I finished with him, He was a well-whipped little boy long before I broke the switch on his cock and was forced to stop.

With the broken stub of the switch I lifted up his whipped and flaccid penis. "You won't be rubbing that anytime soon," I stated.

"no ma'am," he said, in pain.

"Much less thinking about sticking it in a girl's pussy and fucking her for ten minutes with it," I added.

"no ma'am," he agreed.

"But what am I thinking? Would you ever be able to last ten minutes fucking a girl like in that video?" I taunted.

"no ma'am," he agreed again.

"Maybe ten seconds," I added. "Assuming you don't shoot your load on the way there, or get so intimidated by her that you can't even get it up? You're not much of a cocksman, are you? You're better suited for the woman's role, aren't you?"

"ohhhh," he said in frustration, knowing it was all true and would be amply proven soon enough. Ha ha.

I opened the bedroom drawer and brought out the evil rubber paddle. I thought this deserved it.
"No please..." he begged when he saw what I had in my hand.

I stood him up by his ear, sat on the end of the bed, and pulled him down across my lap. I then started in on his spanking, directly with the rubber paddle.

This is actually me spanking david in the same position with this exact paddle, but on a different occasion.

 I gave him quite the spanking with that paddle! I really reddened his butt extremely thoroughly, definitely attaining this shade after eventually moving to his position.


As I spanked him, I scolded him continuously on his use of porn and on its objectification of women, and on the apparent unwillingness of the performer in question. I told him he would be getting a lesson in female empathy after I was finished spanking him.

If you would like to get a sense for how I spank, I published a video not too long ago where you can see and hear one of david's spankings from me: Strict Julie Spanks on Video. This spanking was not unlike that one. After his spanking, I also reused another trick from that video. I made david hold his bumcheeks apart and I cropped his bottom hole.


After his spanking but before doing this, however, I made him go to the bathroom to "clean himself out." This entails sitting on the toilet and inserting a moistened finger (from the bowl) up his rectum to pull out any fecal matter. It's quicker than an enema. I followed him to the bathroom and stood and watched crossly as he did this. Naturally, his fingers were shitty when he was done, and he needed to first wipe them in front of me with toilet paper, and then clean them thoroughly with soap and water. I inspected his hands and finger nails, and his asshole, declared him fit, and sent him back to the bedroom to lay over several pillows in the middle of the bed and hold his cheeks apart for me as shown above.

I then began whipping him with the crop directly onto his anus. As I did this, I told him that he knew what was coming next (a good bum fucking from Adam with the porn video he was watching playing). I wanted his bumhole nice and tender and sore for his bum fucking.

He wailed and kicked his feet against the bed when I got a few particularly good zingers in directly on his bullseye.

After I was done, I told him to stay where he was and to continue holding his cheeks apart. I got his largest butt plug out from the drawer along with his lube. I lubed him and the plug and then inserted it deeply into him.


It was not an easy fit, but it was not meant to be. He genuinely cannot take Adam first try on an unstretched bumhole, so this was necessary. Generally he needs to be stretched for about five minutes like this before he can be fucked. So I took my time. I stripped to just my panties and put on my strap-on harness and inserted Adam into the holster.



What would I do while waiting for him to stretch? Oh I know! A little blow job perhaps?

I got him off the bed and put him on his knees in front of me and told him to start sucking my cock.


I of course grabbed the back of his head and gave it to him a bit more deeply and forcibly than he might have enjoyed.


I also started walking slowly around the bedroom making him shuffle around after me on his knees to keep his mouth on my cock.


As I walked I made him apologize, with a stuffed mouth, for watching such vile pornography and for objectifying women.

When I was ready to proceed, I put my hands on either side of his head and tilted his head up to make him look me in the eye. He still had Adam in his mouth. His mouth was sore by now, as I insist on perfectly pursed lips around my cock, and Adam is a real lip-stretching mouthful.

"Do you feel how big that cock is in your mouth?" I asked him.

"Yes ma'am," he mumbled.

"Yes, SIR," I corrected him with my preferred personal pronoun in this situation.

"Yes, sir," he submissively answered.

"In about one minute you'll be bending over for me and taking this whole thing right up your ass," I told him.

"yes sir..." he mumbled.

"It's meant to be punishment, david. Punishment for choosing that sort of pornography, where we're not really sure she was a willing participant in everything. Do you understand?"

"yes sir," he mumbled into my cock.

"Hold still now, I'm going to put it down your throat as deep as it will go..."

I held his head and pushed the big cock down his throat. He choked and almost through up several times as he struggled to loosen his throat. Eventually it was deep enough for my satisfaction.


"Feel how thick and long it is. That's what's going up your ass you little cock slut. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

I pulled my cock out of his mouth. He gasped for air and there was drool everywhere.

I told him to get on the bed on all fours. I then pulled his butt plug out and took it to the bathroom sink for him to clean later. I re-lubed his hole and liberally lubed my cock as well. I set the iPad up on the bedside table and started the video playing from the beginning in full screen and with the volume cranked to the maximum.

I touched and caressed my husband just like the man was doing in the movie. I made him show off his stretched and lubed ass and slapped him when the man did her. The blowjob was too short to emulate, but that had already been thoroughly taken care of beforehand. I started right in on teasing the tip of my cock against his bumhole. In all fairness, at this point the man in the video was being gentle with his girl.


I pushed it in and he stiffened up and would not take it. But I persisted gently and told him that he better relax as its going in one way or the other. He did manage to relax and has asshole opened up to gobble my big cock. I started penetrating david at the same time the man did in the video (right after he asked her if she was a "bad little girl"). He went slow for about a minute and a half and then picked up the pace, and so did I. She cried out at several of the deeper thrusts, and at this point it was easy for me to make david cry out in the same way with a slightly harder and deeper thrust. Him and "Bunny" were going to be forever bonded after the next 10 minutes!

The man slowed down and kept his cock inside of her and slapped her ass. I did the same to david. She writhed on the man's cock as he stayed still, and I made david do the same.

At about the 4:30 mark they cut to a new position where the girl had her legs together and he straddled her.


The very first sound was a big "AHHHH!" from the girl as they cut to this new position. I felt it was not fair that david receive fewer thrusts than her, so I paused the video as I rearranged ourselves, and I got into exactly this position on my husband, with my cock balls-deep in his ass. "Ahhhh ahhh noooo nooo ahhhh" he cried out as I pushed it in deep deep deep with the weight of my body over him. I re-started the video and immediately Bunny started going "ooowwwwwahhhhAHHHAHHH" as the man fucked her deep. I did the same with david and got very similar sounds. This part was more about plunging it deep and keeping it there.

Then next part he lifted himself up a bit to get some clearance and started long deep strokes. She and david were moanin' and yellin' together at their respective fuckings. He gave her a break after 6:30 or so, and I did the same with david. The pillows were removed and she was now flat with her legs spread.


So I did the same with david, and continued his fucking.

At about 10:30 they took a new position, with Bunny on her back with her ankles up around her ears. I put david into a roughly similar position (he was not as flexible), and missionaried his ass.


He fucked her until about the 12:00 mark, orgasming into her with visible spasming. When I saw that, I too went super deep and spasmed into my husband also, pretending to be having a male orgasm.

So that was a good solid 8 minutes of so of good hard fucking for hubby.

Lesson taught!

Afterwards I got up off him and gave him a kiss, and cleaned up. I told him he really asked for it, and he said that he supposed he did, and confirmed that his bum was very sore and stretched out.

I smiled and said he had me, and wasn't I good enough. I told him to rub his dick and look at me. I caressed my tits and my pussy as he jerked off to the sight of me, his wife, as it should be :-)