I understand that there are exactly two kinds of women in the world: spitters and swallowers.


I used to be firmly in the "spitter" camp. When we were first married I would go down on him like any good wife should, and I even let him cum in my mouth.


I always thought that getting a mouthful was incredibly nasty, though, and would immediately jump up off the bed, run to the sink, spit it all out, and rinse with water. My views on the matter have not changed over the years, except that nowadays I am somewhat more likely to spit it out into his mouth and make him swallow it like a bitch.


So, we were having sex the other night. We started out naked in bed kissing and fondling one another.


He was sticking his tongue in my mouth and grabbing my ass and I was quite enjoying it. He was being dommy and it was making me feel a bit subby.

He disconnected and stated, "you're going to suck my cock while I lick your pussy." Game On! We moved to a side-by-side 69 position. I put a pillow under my head and he rested his head on my inner thigh. I took his cock into my mouth.


He started by just kissing the outside of my pussy lips. Mmmm. Felt nice. At the same time, I liked having his big cock to suck on. It "distracted" me from concentrating 100% on him kissing and licking my pussy, which means that orgasm happens a bit more "by surprise", and it's sexy for me to have my husband's hard cock in my mouth.

I could feel him getting more and more excited in my mouth. I disengaged, not wanting him to cum too soon. He said, "get that back in your mouth, woman, you're getting a mouthful."

What!? Him talking to me like that was at the same time sexy and provocative. It got my hackles up. Even if it was sexy, he does not talk to me like that. I smacked his ass with my hand. "You DO NOT talk to me like that!" I said, teasing him and testing him.

He grabbed me around my hips with one hand, and then smacked my naked ass with his other hard hand, emphasizing "In. Your. Mouth. Woman. Or you'll go across my knee."

Ok, ok, already. It wasn't so much the threat of physical violence, but rather the gush in my pussy that convinced me. I stuck his penis back in my mouth like a good girl and continued blowing him.

"And you'll swallow it this time. No spitting," he added.

What? Ewww. I know how he hated me running straight to the bathroom to spit him out, but really. It's soooo disgusting. I started complaining, but his cock was in my mouth and he grabbed the back of my head and started pumping. I can imagine what he was thinking...


He pumped his cock in my mouth. I tasted the slightly bitter pre-cum. Uh Oh. He held my head in place and shot his load into my mouth.

I was pretty sure he was not serious about the swallowing part. I mean, he just got his rocks off, why should he care anymore? I quickly went to get get up and run to the bathroom. He grabbed my arm and kept me there, though.

"Nnnnnn!" I "said", with a disgusting mouthful of hot cum!

"You heard me," he said.

"Nnn, Nnn," I said, shaking my head.

"Yes!" he emphasized.

I took a different tack. I moved into him and went to kiss him.

"Ah no!" he said, and he redirected me across his lap!

"NNNNN!" I said as I went across his knee, his cum in my mouth.


This is actually one of my moves I do on him. I have several times spanked him while he held a mouthful of his own cum. And in front of other women no less! 'Kinda humiliating that he was making me do it...

I guess I could have spit it out onto the bedsheets or the carpet, but that would have been just nasty. Honestly, though, I think I wanted him to make me swallow it. He obliged: "the spanking stops when you agree to swallow," he said, and then he started in spanking me with his hand.

"Nnnnn! Nnnnn!" I mumbled out as he spanked my bottom. His spanking got harder and harder and harder. My poor bum! He paused, "ready to swallow yet?" He asked.

"NNNNNnnnnnn!" I yelled out and shook my head no, looking back at him with daggers. He would have to earn this if he wanted it.

"Ok," he said, and opened the bedside drawer and pulled out... Paddle Daddy's Paddle!!!!


"NNNnnnn. NNNnnnn!" I mouthed as my eyes went wide. This paddle is sort of famous for blistering my backside (see Julie in for a Sever Paddling!, which describes the circumstances leading up to my hard paddling across another woman's knee)

I knew as soon as he reached for that paddle that his cum was going down my throat. But I thought I'd hold out just a bit more...

He pushed my head down and then used the paddle to whack my cheeks.

WHAP!

Oh shit!

WHAP!

Holy mother of fucking... shit!

WHAP!

Holy FUCKING mother of MOTHER-FUCKING SHIT!!!! Ok ok ok ok ok!!!!!

"Mmm Mmm! Mmm Mmm!" I said frantically, looking back at him, pleading with my eyes. Three hard swats was all it took to literally blister my tail.

"On your knees," he said.

Oh, you never saw a girl move so fast. Nothing was worth another stroke of that paddle. No yucky cum. No teasing. No testing my man's resolve. No Nothing.

"Down the hatch, woman, like a good wife should..."

How humiliating. He stood in front of me, his spent cock dangling near my head. I gulped down the sticky goo. It's not so much the taste (bad enough), but the texture...

I opened my mouth to show him "all gone". I was determined to be a really really really good girl now.

"Good girl!" he confirmed. He picked me up by my arm and added "good girls get nice rewards."

He made me kneel up on the bed. He made me put my hands on my head. He fondled me all over. He squeezed my nipples hard. He stuck a finger into my hot wet snatch.


He kept his finger there as he arranged three big pillows on the bed in front of me. He smacked me with his other hand as he told me to bend over the pillows, ass up. He kept his finger in me the whole time as I bent over.

I wound up in literally this position. "Slut!" he said as he smacked my ass. Hey! He was the one who "slutted" me!


He went back to the drawer and got the lube out.

"No, please!" I begged. Lube meant ass play. He dribbled the lube directly onto my asshole. "Shut up, slut," he said (I enjoy being called "slut", your mileage may vary!)

He then stuck his digit into me, knuckle deep!


Oh no! It reminded me of a comment left on my last blog entry by j.stern in which he talked about a wife showing her husband the middle finger at dinner because of some poor behaviour, and commenting (publicly!) that if he didn't shape up, it would be going all the way in once they got home. I was being fingered, exactly like that, by my husband!

"Bad girl," he said as he pumped his finger in and out of me. He also slapped my pussy gently with his other hand. "Will you do as you're told next time?"

"Yes Sir," I said submissively from my bent over posture, enduring his finger pumping in and out of my asshole.

"Would you like to have your orgasm now?" he asked. Hells yes!

"yes sir," I said breathlessly, my pussy was so hot and so wet.

"Show me how much you want it," he said, stilling his finger but keeping it deeply up my ass.

I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted. I tentatively wiggled my ass on his finger.

"That's it," he encouraged.

Oh, I thought to myself, and started wiggling and wriggling my backside all up and down and around his penetrating finger.

"What a total slut," he said. "you'll do anything for your orgasm, won't you?"

"Oh sir, Yes sir!" I said.

He pulled out of my ass, spread my legs extra wide, grabbed a dark red and paddle-blistered cheek in each hand, pushed me further over the pillows, pulled me apart, and licked my pussy so good. As he was licking, his fingers sort of pulled my ass-cheeks hard apart right at my asshole so his two fingers were almost penetrating in and rubbing my anal ring, and I think it was his thumbs pulling my pussy lips painfully wide apart.

"Oh Fuck!"

He licked and lapped at my hyper-engorged clitty.

"Ohhh FUCK!!!!!"

and then, it happened, for me.

Mmmmmmm.

I sure learned my lesson, but good! :-)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Just got done having a romantic evening with my husband. He's in bed now, and I'm up at the big computer blogging about it.

We had planned to go out for dinner and we did that. We met at our house. I told him my Valentine's Day plans for him. First I would spank him.


Then he would wear panties and a butt plug out to dinner.


When we got home I would put on my strap-on and make sweet love to his stretched asshole.


The spanking was up first. I made him strip to bare naked in the living room. After he was stripped and his hands were on his head, I went upstairs to our bedroom to fetch the big hairbrush (and a couple of other things).


I placed an armless wooden chair in the middle of the living room, sat, and brought him across my knee. Then I started in on his spanking. I went light at first, but quickly picked up the tempo and really blistered his poor backside before I was done, a couple of hundred strokes later!


I then kept him over my knee as I lubed his tight little backdoor and inserted his butt plug.


I put him into a pair of panties, and allowed him to put his boy's clothes on over top of those.


We then went out for a very nice dinner. My boy was sitting very gingerly all evening long, and squirmed like crazy trying to get comfortable as he sat on his plug. It was about 2 full hours with over an hour of sitting in a restaurant! The most I did in front of our waitress was tell him he was very squirmy today, to which he said, "sorry" and blushed like crazy. Ha ha!

When I got him home I took him straight up to the bedroom where I ravished him. I stripped him back down to his panties and had him kneel on the bed. I stripped as well and put on the strap-on dildo. I removed his panties and then his butt plug, and prepared to fuck him.


"Wriggle that bottom for me, baby, show me you want it," I told him. He did what I thought was a half-hearted job at it. I picked up my twin-tailed strap and said, "I have just the thing to make a young lady wriggle her buttocks properly for the cock!"


And boy did he ever wriggle for me. I told him the strapping would not stop until his ass seemed genuinely excited for my cock. It did not take long! That twin-tailed heavy leather strap is a powerful persuader. I made him beg for my cock, with both his words and his wriggly little ass. On more than one occasion as he stuck his ass up and out for me and wriggled it in the air, begging for his fucking to start, his little bumhole winked at me and I targeted it accurately with a near cheek wrap-around into the cleft that had him howling.

When I was finally persuaded of his enthousiasm for my cock, I re-lubed, lined up, and penetrated him forcefully. The butt plug had stretched him well. We have a bedside clock, so I could keep my eye on it as I fucked him. I was determined to keep going for a good 10 minutes. At an average pace of about one per second, that's a lot of fucks! About 600 fucks to be exact. A few, of course, were at a slower pace, but many more were at a jackhammer pace, so it probably averaged to that. After the first five minutes I started getting the begging amd the waterworks: "Please! Please no more! Please! Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Please! Boo woo hoo. Please! Wahhh!" But he has a safeword that he chose not to use, so he got the full 10 minute treatment. But I was not totally mean. I relubed after 5 (he thought we were done, silly boy).

After his Valentine's Day fuck, I cleaned him off, turned him face up, and then sat on his face and allowed him to masturbate as he licked my asshole.


I had my Hitachi ready, and had a few marvelous orgasms myself as he tongued my backside. I made him keep dropping his penis as he got close until I had cum three times. Then I just rode him, making him repeat "I love you!" over and over again with his tougue very deeply lodged up my asshole as he stroked and spurted for my amusement.

"Lick it up," I told him, "And then off to sleep. You need your rest."

I left him scooping up his cum and stuffing it into his mouth as I came up here to the computer and typed this up.

Lucky hubby to get such a treat from me.

Happy Valentines Day you all!

Blushy blush! I got my bikini-clad bum publicly swatted by my husband at the beach today, with a sexy and very public promise of more to come once he got me back to our room!


Yes, we are on vacay in Latin America at a fancy beach resort. There are lots of Americans from the south down here this week. Some kind of farm equipment "reward" thing for high sellers and their wives (or visa-versa in some cases, but we have not seen that yet!). The husbands are all hale and hearty alphas, and the women are cute and charming little things who seem to gossip amongst themselves dreadfully. Kids were not invited, so there were none whatsoever around. We were on a nature tour with a few of the couples yesterday and got the lay of the land.

I wanted to engage in a little bit of fun kinky public embarrassment play. Given the crowd, I thought "man in charge" would fit right in. So I made up a little vignette yesterday evening for David and I to enact today. David is always more reluctant than I, but I toned it down and talked him into the milder version (i.e, bikini bottoms staying up, top staying on!).

Next morning, we picked out a pair of lounge chairs under an extended canopy facing a pool then the beach. We were there for a couple of hours, ordering drinks, getting a bit tipsy. On one side of us was an older couple from Alabama. On the other side of us was a younger couple from Tennessee. I was chatting them both up a bit, exchanging information and pleasantries about where we all were from, what do we do, what activities have we all engaged in, the various restaurant choices, things like that. I had a couple of Pina Coladas and was feeling bold!

David was lying there not really participating, looking like he was trying to sleep. Face up, eyes closed. He had on his swimsuit and a shirt.

I stood up, took my wrap off and said, "take me swimming in the ocean!" I could feel mens' eyes on me. My bikini is sexy.

"Maybe later," he said, without opening his eyes.

"C'mon!" I said, shaking him a bit.

"No. It's wet and cold in the ocean," he said, with his eyes still stubbornly closed  (That was his line we had rehearsed).

"I know how to cure that," I said with a giggle. I picked up my plastic glass of cold water I had at the ready, and emptied it right on his crotch. Ha ha!

"WHAT THE!" said David as he jolted upright.

"You're cold and wet now anyways, may as well take me swimmin'" I said in my best cutesy voice.

"Come here," said David, sounding stern.

I giggled and approached him. We definitely had our audience.

"Turn around," said David.

I obeyed, feeling myself starting to blush already. I knew exactly what was coming.

Without standing up, David got his glass of water in one hand, pulled my bikini bottoms away from my waist, and emptied the glass of chilly water right down my backside!

"OH FUCK!" I yelled out.

"Language, young lady!" said David  as he gave me an open-handed, solid, resounding smack with his one big hand to both my low ass cheeks exposed beneath my bikini.

"You tell her, Sonny!" said the older gentleman to our left with a big guffaw.

David stood and turned me to face him. I looked up adoringly into his handsome eyes, feeling naked in my bikini.

"I'll take you swimming," said David to me. "After that I'm taking you back to our room and putting you across my knee."

I squirmed in place and said "Ohhh... Yes Sir," sort of lustfully.

"Pack up," said David.

I gathered all our stuff except our sandals in my beach bag and put my sandals on. I did not put my cover-up back on. I wanted to be as naked as possible.

I started walking towards the hotel.

"Ocean is that way," said David.

"We can skip the swimming if you want," I said, coyly.

"Eager for your spanking are you?" he asked, brazenly.

I turned back towards him, pushed myself against him, mushing my breasts into his chest, and said "yes sir," softly. He tilted his head down and gave me a smooch on my lips. Shivers ran through me.

"Bye!" I waved to our new friends.

"You two have fun now," said the older gentleman.

"Woo! Hot!" Said the woman belonging to the younger couple.

OH MY GOSH!

I'll be blushing so hard if I meet up with those two couples again! I'm sure word will spread around the farm equipment diamond sales club or whatever!

Exhilarating!

P.S. we went to our room, and I actually did get that spanking. You see, the whole scheme was my idea, so I got spanked for my extreme naughtiness, and then was required to be an even naughtier girl after that, though no longer in public, mercifully!

Hi guys! Still on holiday in fancy beach resort in Latin America. David's been signing up for Spa massages, and I strongly suspect ulterior motives!


Level with me you fellas out there. Yes massage is beneficial, and good for you, and relieves stress, and, and, and, and... BUT, the main reason you do it is to get a pretty 20-something-year-old to touch your butt. Am I right? C'mon. He always specifies "female therapist, please". And he tells me that when he fills out the form he always mixes "glutes" in there as a "special focus area". Like, have you any areas you would like us to focus on? Oh yeah, ahem, "neck, shoulders, lower back, glutes, calves." As if we didn't notice the "glutes" jumbled in there. Like going to the drugstore and buying chips, batteries, condoms, Gatorade, razors. Yeah, we know the condoms are in there, perv!

He says how he sometimes gets erections when face down and a pretty young thing has bared half his butt and is rubbing it. Sometimes he even admits to erections when face up, as she rubs his thighs. Nothing these gals haven't seen 1000 times. Older, rich, white males versus young Latin women eking out a living doing massage at a hotel spa. Power imbalance much?

Anyhoo, he was due for his massage earlier today. He wanted to be there 30 minutes early to enjoy the facilities. One hour before we were both in our room dressed only in our hotel robes. I went to the bathroom and got the baby oil and the wooden clothes brush the hotel helpfully supplies for just this situation (I mean, who brushes clothes, anyways?).


"Across my lap," I told him, sitting down on our couch.

"I have a massage coming up," he told me. Oh I knew.

I lifted up his robe, baring his bottom, and proceeded to spank him with my hand. After a few dozen strokes I picked up the clothes brush and repeatedly walloped his backside.

"Please, honey!" he begged. "I have a massage. My butt will be marked!"

"Yes it will," I told him.

Once I had achieved a satisfactory dusky red hue I grabbed his genitals from between his legs and roughly pulled them up behind and made him lock his thighs together.



I reached for the baby oil and lubed him up, then proceeded to hand job him.

"You can go to your massage with a red ass and a limp dick," I told him as I rubbed his cock. "I won't have you terrorizing those young Latin massage therapists. You're an old white male and they'll get a kick out of seeing you with a red ass and a limp dick!"

I rubbed him until he came, then made him shower and sent him for his massage.

Later he reported back that his red ass was not commented on, and that his penis did not stir at all during his massage. Boo boo. Serves him right, dirty old white man.

Amidst all the scary Corona stuff out there, and given that folks will more likely be at home for a while with time to kill and lacking some of their usual entertainment outlets, I figure the best way for me to contribute is to keep on blogging. So I made a special effort this week for you with a nice long story!

A little while ago I orchestrated a scene for an online fan of mine. It involved himself,  Mistress Violet, and another Pro Domme on a "marriage counsellor" theme roleplay. What fun!


This is a married older male fan (in his fifties) who reads the blog and emails me every now and then. He is a natural subby, but has a wife who is not "into" playing at all. He says he tried with her, and that she tried as well, but that her heart was not into it, and he felt bad continuing to try to play on those terms (on top of being unsatisfied). But he absolutely wants to stay with her, and still enjoys having vanilla sex with her and being with her. So, he jerks off a lot to my blog.

little monkeys, all of you ;-)

He asked my advice at one point on discretely visiting a pro. Advice, or maybe permission? At any rate he seemed to be a loyal husband, so I was happy to give him my blessing, on condition that he could keep a secret. His first choice was of course my recommendation, Mistress Violet Mays.


He did visit her a couple of times and enjoyed it a lot. It was a good outlet for his kinky side and the little missus was none the wiser. Mistress Violet kept it very strict, caring, and professional, of course, and gave him what he needed without risking his marriage with any long term emotional entanglements (and lest you think I'm a hypocrite, I've sent my husband to Mistress Violet as well, together with me and alone on occasion).

Not so long ago this fan emailed me again, and said he really was turned on by the "humiliation" sort of thing (that my husband and I do a lot of), where he could be spanked by one woman in front of another. He asked me if I could play the witness. I could not, of course. I am very careful to keep blog life and real life quite separate, even when I feel 100% safe. Just a hard and fast rule for me. But I don't mind him asking (who knows, maybe one day I'll say yes to something like this). I suggested that he should come up with a scene concept, and then ask Violet's advice on choosing an appropriate witness/participant amongst her large group of contacts (Violet is highly respected within the Toronto BDSM community and abroad, and often plays "concierge of kink" to keep it fresh).

He asked if I would apply my "remarkably kinky imagination" (his words) to helping him to come up with a scene. I agreed to that, of course.

Because we had discussed his wife a bit, and I enjoy mind games, I suggested a wife / marriage counsellor theme for him. He would be some kind of bad / lazy husband who refused to do any of the "women's work" around the house. This resulted in arguments that threatened the marriage, a dwindling of sex, and constant masturbation in front of his computer to the further detriment of their sex life. Moreover, while not becoming violent, the husband had become borderline abusive towards his wife while arguing, and she feared for her own safety. In fact, it was so bad that the wife had mentally accepted a divorce, but that they would go visit a marriage counsellor as a last chance sort of thing. The marriage counsellor would hear them out, and then suggest what should be done. She heard them both out and concluded quickly that while in many cases there are two sides to a story, in this case the husband was completely in the wrong and needed his attitude adjusted. As the husband desperately wanted to save the marriage (and it helped that the wife had a giant trust fund that was coming to maturity), the husband agreed to do everything asked of him without questioning it during a month long "CBT" program (NO, not that! "Cognitive Behavioural Therapy", sillies). To paraphrase from Wikipedia,

"Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, or CBT for short, is a psycho-social intervention that aims to address deep-seated issues. It focuses on challenging and changing unhelpful cognitive distortions. Most importantly, it directly addresses behaviours, and helps in the development of coping strategies that target solving current problems."

We floated the concept past Violet and she loved it and said she had somebody perfect in mind. Violet chose to play the wife, and she asked an older disciplinarian-oriented Pro Domme in Toronto to play the marriage counsellor. He set a date with the two of them, and then he and I collaborated on fleshing out the scene, and then sent it to Violet for her review. Here was Violet's response

I LOVE this scene as it really allows me to showcase a range of emotions (thank you, scriptwriter), and I really like the psychological mind fuck of accepting the divorce, then forcing my husband into a corner... I ALSO really like it that I'll be the less experienced woman in this scenario, learning from the therapist as she shows me how things are done. I will have lots of fun!

(Isn't Violet grand?)

After it was arranged, I knew I wanted to publish something concerning the event here on my blog, so I went into the scene concept we created and fleshed it out even more for publication. But I just could not stop, so in the end I wound up writing a 60-page story (I got carried away!).

Too long for a blog post, so I published it on an illustrated "Fiction with Julie" page, titled The Marriage Counsellor (of course). I changed the names of the characters as follows.

• Julie, the wife
• David, the husband
• Dr. Joyce, the marriage counsellor
• Cherie, the receptionist
• Beth, Julie's little sister
• "Julie's Mom", Julie's Mom
• James, the handsome man in the elevator

(yes - carried away!)

The Table of Contents is as follows.

1. Trouble in Paradise
2. The Story Gets Told
3. The Hammer Drops
4. His First Session
5. David at Attention
6. David Confined
7. David Paddled
8. David Plugged
9. David Outfitted
10. David Made Into a Woman
11. David Spit-Roasted
12. David Rewarded
13. The Family Lends a Hand
14. David's New Lease on Life

Chapters 1-3 are a bit slow-paced but set the scene so you can suspend disbelief (at least a little?) for the remaining 11 chapters which are all "action packed".

Now the scene concept that my fan played out with Violet and her colleague did not do everything described in my story by any means. And for the sake of the privacy of all concerned, I will not get into what parts were and were not played out. Suffice to say I got the whole scoop, and the scene was, well, VERY GOOD for him! In fact, my original scene concept pushed a few boundaries with him, and the actual scene blew right through them in spades. Of course it included a full stripping in front of the two lovely ladies, and a very strict OTK spanking with a paddle that had him well-blistered, but there were many other things he was required to do as well, some of them very uncomfortable for him indeed, and all highly, highly humbling, which was his ask. Oh what fun!

We will neither confirm nor deny, but try figuring out for yourself what things from the story were acted out, and which ones were not, in the comments below. I'll give you a "hotter / cooler" feedback. Ha ha!

Enjoy the read and come back here to comment!

Hubby and I are both cooped up working from home. I'm on the big computer up in the attic, and he's on his laptop in our bedroom. Towards the end of the day he came up to me and sexually harassed me in my workplace!


It's actually interesting hearing my man conducting business. I've impressed and turned-on! He's pretty "alpha" on his calls (he is the boss). While I'm a manager as well, I'm all about feelings and consensus and all that. Ha ha!

After he was done his day he came up to me, where I was working on the computer. He leaned into me and kissed me on my cheek. He put a hand on my thighs. He grabbed my boob in his hand!

"That's sexual harassment in the workplace," I told him.

"Oh yeah?" he responded. "Guilty as charged. What's my punishment?"

I was pretty much done. I could wrap up what I was doing tomorrow. I turned towards him, reached my hand out, grabbed him by his ear, and twisted it painfully.


"I think this goes well beyond a letter of reprimand, young man. A little in-the-workplace discipline is called for," I said.

I took him down the stairs to his "office" (the bedroom) by his ear, and then released him and told him to stack three pillows on the bed, lay over them, and pull his pants down.

"Yes Ma'am," he said, and did as he was told.

I went to the bedside drawer and pulled out the strap.


He looked at me fearfully as I brandished it.


I walked around to position myself properly.


 I lined up and prepared for the first stroke.


Then I went to town on that sexually harassing ass!


Again, and again, and again, until a lesson was imparted!


Afterwards, I made sure to properly sexually harass his ass.


And then allowed him to pleasure me to an end-of-workday orgasm. First I sat on his face and got him to lick my pussy,


Then I sat up, turned my Hitachi on, and pleasured myself with his tongue lodged deeply up my ass.


It was very nice!


Nothing for him. That'll learn him.

As you guys know, I have lots of fans writing to me wanting me to dominate them over email. I am always good with it. This week I had a lovely young lad in his early twenties from France. I know his real name, but I won't use it here, he decided on "michael" for this blog entry. I usually give my e-subbies a quick task to see if they are worthy of my attention. Well michael came through with flying colours!

Here were my instructions:

Get a wooden implement and spank yourself 100 times, good and hard, on just one of your cheeks (whichever is easier for you to reach). Then send me one picture of your two cheeks, I want to see the difference. Make sure the lighting is decent so I can see the damage. 100 HARD strokes. If one is not hard by accident (or because you pussy out), repeat it until you get a hard one. One you think would satisfy me. ONE HUNDRED. I better see a very red cheek and some good marks, young man!

I want to tell you a bit more about michael below, but I'll not keep you in suspense over the results.


Poor baby! That is one angry looking cheek. I love how he's bent over, tugging his shirt up so I have a better view, clutching the instrument of his own castigation. I'm sure he was in a great deal of pain. His penis is not even erect (at least, I hope it isn't! It does look like a bit of a small one).

Here is a lightened closeup.


I'm really not sure if I could have done any better in person. Bravo michael!

Can you not just picture him swinging that hairbrush over and over and over again. His face contorted in pain? Tears coming to his eyes? I can!

Here is what michael had to say about it.

Regarding the spanking... I was giving myself very hard strokes with the hairbrush. I mean, I need to say that for the last few it was so painful that I had to give myself less severe strokes... I know if I had been put over your knees, I would not have had anything to say... During the spanking, but also before, I didn't have any erection as I was imagining that it was you who was giving me spanks and I was very embarrassed. But I think I would have been able to cum anyway... Now when I am writing this with a sore bottom I am starting to have an erection.

Yes, I agree that he missed out on the crescendo of severity I would have given him. The last strokes are usually the most painful.

Michael would really like a girlfriend who is into spanking and humiliating him. As you can see from his photo, he's a very cute boy. She would have to be a girl like me who does not particularly get off on dick, but more on tongue. I understand it has something to do with the geometry of vagina, g-spot, and clit, and it's about 50-50. Plenty of fish in the sea. And Michael is the sort of boy you could cuck if you want some dick every now and then. I imagine anybody in the 18-30 age range would be suitable. He lives in the south of France, so that's nice. I don't know much about his prospects, but he's a student and renting his own apartment. If you're interested, send me an email and I will connect you.

But before you sign up, ladies, I should tell you a few more things about michael.

Here is how he described himself.

I am a slim, tall and handsome boy. I had one girlfriend, but I was having a problem with premature ejaculation with her... I have also read the story about your husband and how you dealt with this issue, I think I should be treated like this. I hope to find a dominant girl in the future, like your husband did.

I reassured him about his "little problem".

Premature ejaculation can be extremely fun for the right girl. I really enjoyed my husband's "little problem". It means he's just more responsive than most men. I had so much fun teasing and denying him! Watching him stand and squirm after a penis rub, knowing that if he cums it's a ruined orgasm and THEN he gets a spanking anyways! Ha ha!

Yes, I did and do have a lot fun with my husband's premature ejaculation issue (though it's gotten better with age, sigh!). The episode he was referring to was a series of posts on my husband's premature ejaculation issue back in 2012 beginning with david's premature ejaculation issue. Basically I had him stand in the living room over a puppie pad and masturbate and stop, and masturbate and stop, and so on, as I timed him. Here is an excerpt from one of my blogs in the series.

I said that he would be using his hand on himself, lubed and vigorous, and I would be timing. Each day he would rub himself without cumming for more and more time. I would increase the challenge by adding things that turn him on, like dirty talk, light spanks on his ass, a sexy peek-a-boo from me, or having him hold toys inside his bumhole.

"Doesn't that sound like fun?" I asked him.

"What if I can't make it?" he asked.

I told him that if he thinks he's going to cum, he can ask my permission to stop rubbing. If I think he's done enough, I'll let him stop for ten seconds, hands at his sides, to regain his composure, and then we'll start from the beginning again. If it's really bad, he can ask me to clamp him with my hand at the base of his cock. But each time he stops, I'll add up the seconds he had left, and at the end he'll get a paddling with my hairbrush for as many strokes as all the seconds remaining. If he needed a clamping, the seconds would be doubled.

"But what if I really can't make it?" he asked, looking nervous but knowing the answer before I even spoke it.

I told him that the whole idea was that he control himself. If he can't: it's the strap. david groaned at that. He knows a strapping from my leather tawse is no laughing matter.

"Nooooo..." he whined at me.

"And whatever comes out," I told him, "you'll be holding in your mouth during your strapping without swallowing."

I put david through his paces several times, and then told him that for his "lack of progress" he would be punished by my inviting my sister over to watch one of his premie training sessions.


He was soooo humiliated! (Trained in front of Sister). And he got the strap also, while my sister watched.

So that's the sort of regime that michael would want a girl to do to him. Are you game ladies? Have you lots of extra girlfriends or sisters you can invite around for some fun? Michael particularly liked a blog entry where david was made to do bare bottom corner time while two heavily tipped maids made up our room in a fancy Paris hotel (Husband Bare Bottomed in Corner in Front of Hotel Maids!). So he's definitely up for some public humiliation.


Michael wrote back about his premature ejaculation.

Regarding your last email... Yes, I have a problem with premature ejaculation but for my girlfriend it was not a fun at all. She was upset and maybe a little bit angry with me.

I didn't really like this and I would rather that she had put me over her knee for a very hard spanking as you did with your man.

But she was not into femdom at all, I mean all she knew was that I liked feet, but apart from that I didn't tell her anything. I really wanted to develop my tongue skills. I mean I was giving her cunnilingus but I don't know, I think that she didn't get used to it. I didn't have the opportunity to lick her ass and I would have liked to. What I really like in your relationship is the rule that if your husband touches your asshole with his tongue, he will not be allowed to lick your pussy after. This is the rule which really excites me, maybe because I didn't lick any ass of the girl, but also that it's very humiliating... He needs to do something with his tongue, lick you out in that place on your body which won't allow him to touch your pussy. I completely agree with this rule, well, we should have rules regarding touching your pussy with a completely clean tongue, shouldn't we?

Rules are rules! She did not "get used to" his cunnilingus. Really now. Was that the problem?

Michael goes on to share some of his "experiences".

I engaged in a few video sessions with two Pro-Dommes (not including spanking but embarrassing). I was able to see some of their bodies and they were able to see me. During those sessions I had to show them my cock and they told me to masturbate, laughing at me and so on. I really liked it, to be embarrassed in front of two experienced girls. But what I saw also was sometimes I was so stressed that I was not able to get hard... but I was able to cum... I mean when I stroked my penis which was not hard (because they were strictly instructing me to get it hard) I was having a climax despite the fact that it was not hard. They were just laughing at me and it was very embarrassing. One time I knew they didn't want to make me cum as they wanted me to pay for another, longer session. I was not touching my penis or just touching it a little bit. But when the session was going to finish, one of the girls told me that if I wanted to cum, I needed to have another session, so I just started stroking and came within maybe 15 seconds as I was very embarrassed which turned me on. And one of the girls asked the other, while laughing, "did you see that?" The other answered, "yes", with a big smile. I was again very embarrassed.

So not only does michael suffer from premature ejaculation, but oh my goodness, when he gets a bit nervous he can't get it up either: it stays just a limp little noodle and dribbles out an orgasm!

He shares another experience with us.

I had just one spanking. That was with a girl my age, but she was very experienced. I decided to stay in pants (I know I should have taken them off without saying anything, but I was very embarrassed). She put me over her knee for an otk spanking. She was very well built and she placed me on her tights. She spanked me with the hand, not so hard at first but then much harder. She massaged my bottom as well. When I was getting this light spanking and having my penis over her tights and dress, I just came without an erection. Without even touching my penis... I didn't have an erection because I was very embarrassed so my penis was quite small. But despite that fact I was able to cum. When I stood I showed the stain to her and she sent me to the bathroom. When I came back I saw that I had made a mess on her dress also. She was not angry at all, smiling, but waiting for me with the hairbrush... I got a hairbrush spanking, not very hard but I was very humiliated.

Finally happened: my sister asked for a spanking from me!

I spanked my big sister (while my husband watched).

We're of course all isolated due to the coronavirus scare, but our little group that does get together is me, my husband, my Mom and Dad, and my older sister Susan. My younger sister has younger boys and we're keeping them isolated, and my brother lives out of town. Sue currently lives alone (relatively longer term girlfriend moved out not so long ago). We are very careful with Mom and Dad, as they are older and more "at risk", but we help them out with errands and stuff to keep them safe, and we are careful to wash hands, not hug and kiss, and keep six feet away when we can.

We were at my Mom and Dad's with Sue for Sunday dinner, and I was off to the side chatting with Sue. She said she's getting cabin fever and needs to get out on a date! I commiserated, and said I have my perma-date in the house 24x7 (my husband), but that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Given we are "quarantine pals" I renewed my standing offer, "you know, if you want a bit of excitement, you're very welcome to come and spank my husband anytime at all. You know he likes that. You can take out your frustrations on his ass." For you newbies here, it was not a very outlandish offer, she has spanked him many times in the past, though last time was over a year ago.

"Maybe I should come over and spank you both?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. Oooh. Well that's a thing...

A little history regarding Sue. It's mainly David who's been spanked by her (and more). Almost from the first that he asked me to spank him, I shared it with Sue (almost ten years ago now). Because my husband has a fetish about being spanked in front of other women, and a sexy sister fetish (what red-blooded boy doesn't?), I broached the idea of her watching and participating. She was quite willing, despite her lesbian sexual orientation (she came to it later in life, only after a failed marriage), but spanking my husband and watching him sexually embarrassed seemed to amuse her regardless. For example, the way she utterly dispassionately made him ejaculate into the kitchen sink using thick rubber kitchen gloves and dish detergent, as if she was observing a bug put through its paces, was phenomenal (Sister "Milks" Husband).

Sue used the experiences with my husband as a jumping off point to become a quite toppy lesbian herself with her serial girlfriends. We have even played with a few of them over the years.

And while I was initially 100% top in my relationship with David, I gradually discovered a subby side to myself, including with women. So it did seem sort of natural that at some point my toppy lezzy sister ought to spank me, though that didn't happen for quite some time, and only when I 'kinda 'sorta initiated it.

Sue and I played twice together like that, once two and half years ago, and again just under two years ago. Both times got pretty "raunchy". The first time my husband was banished upstairs and Sue gave me a very strict spanking (there was some sexual stuff as well). This was me after my first spanking from Sue (photo courtesy of her - see Spanked by my Sister).


The second time she spanked me and then made my husband have sex with me while she watched which I found to be legitimately highly embarrassing (to the point where I might not have wanted to, but was swept up being subby - see Julie Strapped and Made to Fuck by her Big Sister). That was almost two years ago and we have not really played like that at all since then. It felt a bit like playing with fire...

So that was the background to almost two years later Sue casually suggesting that she spank us both. Now I don't mind at all if she spanks David, or even gives him a handy (once even a blowy!). She does not get sexually excited in the conventional sense by doing that stuff. I think she just enjoys it. She was after all the handy and blowy Queen in senior high school, to get her dates with the jocks over with faster, and it was cheerleader "code" to always repay an expensive dinner date in that way. But I worry about our sister-to-sister relationship if we get a little too raunchy with one another like that. I mean, if she was straight and spanked me "for cause", that's a different matter. But she's into girls, and she spanks her girlfriends, and her spankings get, well, raunchy! But, incestuous perv that I am, my tummy (and a little lower) does flutter at the thought of it, and she knows it...

"Anytime," I said, daring her. I am never the one that taps out. Ever!

Given the more joking tone, I wasn't sure if she was serious or not, so I never mentioned it to David, because I just didn't know if she would follow through, given we have not played together in a year.

So it's the Friday after that (earlier this evening as I write my first draft of this), and I've sort of forgotten about that whole exchange, and of course we have nowhere to go, and at around 7pm I hear the doorbell ring. Well who could that be, I wonder, in these times? Nobody just "drops in" during pandemic.

As soon as I open the door and see it's Sue, it comes flooding back. Oh yeah. I guess David and I are getting spanked...

"Oh oh," I said with a smile.

"Yup," she said, pulling out a hairbrush from her purse with a big grin on her face. She came prepared!


She was standing right at the front door. Holding a spanking hairbrush in plain sight. I ushered her in quickly. "Get in here!" I said with a laugh. "What will the neighbours think?" Not that anybody was there to see it.

"David!" I yelled up, "Sue is here... to give us both a spanking!" At least I presumed that was why she was here. Ha ha!

David came running down the stairs. "Oh. Hi Sue," he said, looking excited.

"It's been too long since I've spanked either of you," said Sue. "I'm here to give both of you a good sound spanking, one after the other. I'm in social isolation. I need a little kink," she added.

"Well I'm happy to help," said David. I mean, duh.

It did not escape my attention that Sue, who was in jeans, had on her wide leather belt that she had bought specifically to use on my ass two years ago.


It's her, "I'm 'gonna whip my little sister's ass" belt. Gulp!

Sue came in and sat with us in the living room. David opened a bottle of wine (a nice chilled Chablis) and served. Sue asked about our recent holidays, and we filled her in on some of the more kinky bits that we did not share at Sunday dinner (Swatted at the Beach!). She said we were both very naughty and needed a good spanking. We did not disagree. I was excited. I know David was as well.

"Who's first?" she asked.

I volunteered David to go first.

"Move the coffee table," Sue said to David, who did so. Sue sat near the centre of the larger sofa. "Now line up for your spankings," she said, motioning us both to line up one behind the other with David in front and me behind. "Down to your underwear," she said.

Oh gosh! We both took off our socks and jeans, and then our shirts. He was down to his underpants, and I was down to my rather casual bra and panties. No time to prepare!


Sue tapped the hairbrush on her lap and David went across first. His feet were on the floor and his chest and head were on the sofa, and he was draped across Sue's lap. She put the hairbrush down, then lowered his underpants to just beneath his cheeks. There was my husband with his underpants pulled down, across my sister's lap, waiting to get spanked!

"I love bums, of all sexes," commented Sue as she fondled my husband's bare round ass. Then she started spanking him with her hand.

I got to watch all of this, standing there in my bra and panties, waiting to go next. David seemed to be enjoying his spanking, squirming a little across Sue's lap and moaning gently as he was spanked. It looked... nice.

After a relatively short time, Sue pulled his undies back up, and made him go to the end of the line behind me. As he walked I could see he had a giant "tent" in his underpants.


Sue then had me go across her lap. She pulled the backs of my panties down and gave me what she just gave David. A mild hand spanking all over my bare cheeks. It was nice. I was conscious that I was maybe "turning on" my lezzy sis with my bare bum and my girlish squirming across her lap. I hoped so 😈. She then pulled my panties back up and told me to rejoin the back of the line. I was disappointed that it ended so soon. As I moved she reached out and swatted the seat of my panties.

Then it was David back across her lap. This time she pulled his underpants lower, down to his knees. She picked up the hairbrush, rubbed it across his cheeks, and then started spanking him with it. Fairly firm strokes that had him grunting and crying out a bit. Butt and thighs. She did a measured fifty then told him to get up. David stood, reaching for his underpants. "Leave them down," she told him. "Naughty, naughty," she said as she tapped his erection with her hairbrush. "Back of the line."

David let his underpants fall to his ankles and hobbled to the back of the line, theatrically rubbing his ass cheeks for my benefit, his big erection sticking out disgracefully in front! I couldn't believe he was getting so hot from my very own sister (sarcasm). I made a mental note of his unfaithfulness.

It was my turn again. This time for the hairbrush. I bent across Sue's lap. She started by unhooking my bra and removing it out from under me. My breasts were hidden, pushing into the couch, but would be visible after I stood up, after my spanking. There was literally no reason to do that. Removing my bra has no effect on my bottom! She was doing it to display her dominance, and embarrass me (and turn on my husband?), and turn me on, and maybe herself on as well. Whatever the reason, I was tits free now.

Like for David, she pulled my panties down to my knees. I guessed they would stay there now. I felt the wood of the hairbrush rubbing across my cheeks. She then started spanking me. Medium hard strokes, all over my ass, and a little bit down the backs of my thighs. I had counted exactly 50 for David, and I think I got the same, though I did not count. Less pleasant than her hand for sure, but sexy because it was stricter. Big sis giving me a little "what's for".

Sue told me to stand up. "Face me. Hands on your head," she instructed me. Oh blush! My hands went up and my bare breasts stuck out at her. My completely (and recently) shaved pussy was at her eye level. She reached out the hairbrush and brushed my pussy with the bristles (gratuitous! there was no pubic hair to brush!). She then pushed the wooden edge of the hairbrush a bit between my labia and moved it around. She pulled the hairbrush back, examined it, then rubbed it on the front of my thigh. While I felt a bit "damp" in there, I'm sure the hairbrush wasn't wet! probably... Without further comment she said, "back of the line. Underpants and panties off, both of you."

We each shucked our underpants and panties away. We were both completely naked!


"Sure, why not?" she said.

Oh Blush! I got a spanking from my husband for being irresponsible. I guess I deserved it. My nemesis "Hattrick" will be tickled pink, I'm sure. The worst (best?) part of this spanking is that my Dad (my real Dad!) knows...

My actual husband spanking the actual me!

So it's Saturday, and I'm bored as shit, and I want ice cream, and we don't have any in the house. My husband is more a stickler than I. I tell him that I'm going out for a walk. He says best to stay in the house and shelter in place. Yeesh, I tell him, I can go out for a friggin' walk!!! He says, ok, but wear a face covering and stay two meters away from anybody. YES. Already! Geeze!

So I go out and I go to the grocery store and buy a little tub of ice cream (just a little one).


It's not crowded and everyone is very social distancy and everything in the grocery store. I bring it back home with me.

So I sit at the kitchen counter and I scoop a scoop of ice cream into a bowl and savour it. Soooo goood!

"Where did you get the ice cream?" asks David.

"Oh, it was in the freezer." Not exactly a lie. It was in the freezer. Briefly.

"No it wasn't, we didn't have any in the freezer."

Busted.

"Yeah, well, I just bought it, and put it in the freezer," I told him, like Duh!

"I thought you were just going for a walk," said David.

"I walked to the grocery store and bought some ice cream. It's not a big deal."

"You know you're not supposed to. One trip to the grocery store a week. That's it."

"One trip to the grocery store a week, that's it," I said mocking him. I was bratting, I admit it. I shouldn't have. He called my bluff...

He grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me away from the kitchen counter.

"Hey!" what was I thinking of.

He pulled me into the living room and towards the couch. He started undoing my pants.

"David! No!" I told him. "I DO NOT consent!"

Not exactly true... especially as I knew I had been naughty. But I wasn't about to make it easy for him.

He pulled my pants down to my ankles and then pulled me across his knees.

"NO! NO!" I yelled.

He ripped my panties down to my mid thighs.

"YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION! LET ME UP!" I told him.

He started spanking me!

This is actually from a video of my husband spanking me, though on a different occasion. It must have looked similar!

He used his bare hand on my bottom. Hard. Over and over and over again.

What was I thinking? Let me explain. This was not a "play" spanking. It was not incredibly hard or brutal or anything. We have definitely played harder than this. But this was not play. He had put me here against my will. I could have him thrown in jail. But... I knew from the moment he caught me that I had been a bad girl. An actual bad girl. I did something impulsive with the ice cream trip. I lied by omission when I said I was going for a walk. I did not wear a face covering. I taunted him by eating the ice cream out in the open. I basically lied to him, technicalities notwithstanding, when he asked me about the ice cream. I ignored his concerns about social distancing. And I mocked him. Yes. I had been a bad girl and I knew I had it coming.

"Ok ok, I'm sorry!" I told him.

He kept spanking.

"Please! Ok! I get it! You can stop now!"

He kept spanking. He did not say a word. He just spanked me! It was getting really painful now. His hand is hard like a paddle. He did not hold back.

"Please! David! I'm sorry! Please!" I begged, my legs kicking up a storm.

He... Kept... Spanking...

"I'M SORRY!" I cried out, as the tears started flowing. I don't normally cry from a spanking. But, as I said, I knew I had been a bad girl, and the emotions sort of got to me. Daddy was giving his little girl a spanking. Yet still he did not stop. I let the tears flow as he continued spanking me with intensity. Oh shit. I was being punished. It must have been only about five minutes, but it felt like forever, like my spanking would never, ever end, and I was a bad girl, and bad girls get punished...

David stopped spanking me and put me on my feet. He took me towards the corner of the living room and made me stand there with my pants and panties down, and my hands on my head.

Actual me again.

"You stay there until you can tell me why you just got spanked," he told me.

He took a seat in the living room where he could keep an eye on me and started reading a book while I sniffled and regained a bit of my composure. My butt was on fire. I was emotional.

After I had calmed down and thought about things. After maybe five minutes, I ventured "I got spanked because I lied to you, Sir." I said.

"Try again," he said.

I thought it was because of one of the lies. Oh no. No, I know what it was that peeved him so and said, "because I wasn't social distancing, Sir?"

"That's right. Now tell me why that was irresponsible," he said.

Personally, I thought the whole social distancing thing had gone a little over the top. At risk of another spanking, I said,

"You know it's all overblown, right?"

"Do you want another spanking? If you didn't like that spanking, you'll like the paddle to your butt even less," he said.

"No Sir. I don't want another spanking." True dat! "But, but I have, like, a 0.2% chance of dying from it, if I even catch it, you know that, right?"

"Think about someone other than yourself."

Oh shit... I all of a sudden knew why he was so upset. It also came to me that I was in fact having an argument on a very similar topic on my last blog post with a commenter (a man named Hattrick - this comment). It's almost like I got spanked a little bit by him... so humiliating!

"My Mom and Dad," I said.

"Exactly. Explain."

"I might catch it, not know I have it, and spread it to them..."

"Bingo," he said. "Look, either you don't go see your Mom and Dad, or you do social distancing properly. It's still a risk, and you know I don't approve, but we agreed, and at least you'd be minimizing the risk responsibly."

"But it's such a small chance..."

"Ah ah! It's a small risk with a nasty downside. If we carry it to them, what's the chances they may die?"

I thought that was harsh, but I knew the stats. "10% to 20%, Sir."

"And how would they die?"

Ugly! "Their lungs would fill with fluid, Sir, and they'd sort of drown..."

"Is that a risk worth taking?"

"No Sir."

"We agreed it's you and me, your sister, and your Mom and Dad, and that's it. And that's already a big enough group. We offset the risk by running all their errands for them so they don't need to leave their house. But the only way it's even remotely acceptable is if we take precautions at their house, and social distance everywhere else, right? That's the only reason I agreed to it. You remember that conversation, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"I swear to God, Julie, if you do anything like this again I'll tear up your ass with a belt, and not in a good way. Got it?"

"Yes Sir. Got it."

"Ok, you can come out of the corner now,"

I turned to face David. My pants and panties were still down. My hands were still on my head. I was sort of crying a bit, thinking about what might happen to Mom and Dad. "I'm sorry...".

David came over, pulled up my panties, then pulled up my pants and re-fastened them. He brought me over to the couch and he snuggled with me.

I had been pretty stupid. I was determined NOT to do it again, legitimately. I was even reconsidering gathering with my Mom and Dad at all. Lots to think about.


Later that evening, while David was watching a movie, I went to bed early to read. I thought about the spanking he had given me. My butt still tingled and itched. My shame turned a bit to lust. He had been pretty darned masterful with me. I put down my book, rolled over on my tummy so my bottom was in the air, and started stroking my pussy.


I recalled the sensations of being dragged through the kitchen and put across his knee against my will. The sensations of him lowering my pants and my panties, baring my bottom. His strength. My powerlessness. The sensations of him spanking my bare bottom with his hard hand. The fanny pain. My begging him to stop and him not stopping. Spanking me for a long time. To teach me a lesson. It was what a Daddy would do to his naughty teenage daughter.


The thoughts of "Daddy" pivoted in my imagination. For what I did, I should probably be spanked by my husband in front of my Mom and Dad. Bare bum. Hard.

(courtesy Glenmoretales - modified to fit by moi...)

Sue would be there and be outraged by my behaviour. She would want a turn as well. She would use Mom's wooden spoon. And my Daddy would want to spank me also. Not for himself. He's fearless. But for the risk I took with Mom. Daddy would bend me over the back of their sofa, bare naked, pussy and bottom hole on parade, and leather my behind.

Oh God! Pussy up. Gaping open and closed as I kick my legs to my whipping. Bottom hole exposed. Leathering my behind... SWISH SMACK! SWISH SMACK! SWISH SMACK! No Daddy! Please Daddy! Don't whip me like this! Not across the couch! Not bare naked! Please! Please! I'll be good! So good!


I came thinking about my actual father leathering my behind in that exposed position.

When David came up to bed and the light was off and I was again snuggling with him, bare body to bare body, I thanked him for my spanking, said I deserved it, and told him all about my little masturbation session, about him mastering me, and even my thoughts about Mom and Dad seeing me spanked, and Dad leathering me in that exposed position. David reminded me that we were due for regular Sunday dinner there tomorrow evening, and maybe he'd make my fantasies come true.

"You wouldn't!" I told him.

He agreed he wouldn't but suggested that if the opportunity arose, a little teasing might not be out of place... (Mom and Dad know that I am a bit of a "spanked wife" - we outed ourselves a bit over the years, especially this one time... Julie Spanked in Front of Famiy... For Real!!! They don't know David is a spanked husband and I prefer to keep it that way. They know I get spanked for sexy fun, not for anything real - except this time I guess!)

That was all Saturday.

Today was Sunday. We are just back from Sunday dinner at my Mom and Dad's with Sue. And oh Gawd! I'll never be able to face them again.

We were talking about COVID and stuff (is that all we talk about nowadays?). I suggested that maybe we shouldn't do Sunday dinners anymore. My Mom and Dad were adamant we should. They see nobody else other than Sue and David and I, and they are sure that with everybody taking precautions it is safe enough. I told them about the incident of me going to get ice cream yesterday. My Mom and Dad did not think it was a big deal. David agreed that it was not a big risk, but that it was a needless one. Then David said, "and if she does it again, she's getting a spanking."

Oh no! Blush blush blush! My embarrassment gene kicked in hard and I felt myself flushing. I have no idea literally, why I put myself through things like this. My heart was fluttering, but I was not about to let it drop. I added in a sort of embarrassed voice, "he means, another spanking..."

My Mom and Sue both stifled a smile and my Dad laughed aloud. He has a Scottish background, and some times a little brogue comes out. "So, you got your bum smacked for buying ice cream did you?" he said.

Oh Geeze! I realized only belatedly this was NOT a conversation I really wanted to have with my parents!

"Yes, Sir," I said, kind of instinctively. I had never called my Dad "Sir" in my entire life up to now.

"Oh, ha ha ha, 'Sir' is it? Well I'm sure you've learned your lesson then. Oh ha ha ha."

"Fine weather we're having," said my Mom, changing the subject abruptly.

"Yes indeed, Mom. Very fineweather," said my sister pointedly. And we all switched to discussing the very fine weather we were having.

Oh dear!

As I described in my last blog entry (Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible) I received an honest-to-goodness not voluntary spanking from my husband for not properly social distancing; and then was sent bare bottomed to the corner until I could clearly enunciate what I had done wrong and why it was so irresponsible (which I now freely admit it was). Later on, my parents were told about my misbehaviour and my spanking, which turned out to be over-the-top embarrassing for me.

My husband and I once made a video of a spanking scene. My actual spanking and cornertime was eerily similar, only stricter.

Looking back on things, I think this was my very first fully justified punishment spanking from my husband. I felt bad about it, I cried during it, and I was ashamed of my behaviour afterwards. The only other "punishment spanking" I recall was that I once got a switching from him out on a trail for being dumb, but in that case it was more an excuse to scene me, as I had made a mistake, but I did not feel guilty about misbehaving at all. In the case of the current punishment, I felt very guilty about misbehaving, but only after I was spanked for it and was made to see how silly I had been.

One of the things about writing this blog that I had not anticipated was that a true punishment spanking (I never imagined I would receive one of those!) would become so very public. Now, on the one hand, of course it would. I write about all things spanking so it came naturally to write about the experience. I had written about submissive experiences before, and received some good-natured teasing as a result, but those experiences were initiated by me, as part of play. I had not considered how humiliating it would be to come face to face with the fact that I was spanked for something I am legitimately ashamed about. Spanked as punishment, not play. And for goodness sake, what grown woman in the year 2020 gets spanked on her bare bum as punishment, and then is placed in timeout - for real!?! So humiliating.

The public nature of my punishment was brought home for me by some of the comments from my readers. A short selection is here.

bubbaj: I’m sorry you were spanked but you definitely deserve it and I think you deserved more than you got. You not only put your life at risk but you put the lives of those you love at risk.

Red: However, not social distancing is foolish to the extreme, and someday this week, before you go out for a walk, David should give you a reminder to social distance with the hair brush. 

Brett: You’re not irresponsible but, like all of us, you’re also not perfect. It was an atypical lapse of good judgment, and that put the wheels in motion for a very special event. You made a mistake, you were held accountable, your attention was directed, and you came to realize your mistake. That is what we can call effective traditional parenting. No more, no less. You got a spanking from Daddy.

bubbaj: Now did she mess up with the whole grocery store thing yeah absolutely but she’s been punished for it! And where I’m from once you’re punished for something it’s done and over with! 

Brett: After all you went through, later masturbating on your tummy is surely understandable, and was probably inevitable. When you fully examine what happened to you, the arousal is going to be intense and, for you, all those particular circumstances led to you imagining yourself being leathered on your exposed behind by your real father.

Oh gosh! It feels like I have multiple Daddies (and I love you all!).


In researching photos for the previous blog entry, I came across a blog called DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE ONLINE. It's a blog about leading a Domestic Discipline lifestyle relationship (with Christian overtones). I found one article on the blog to particularly hit home given my current state of mind. This one:

Your First Punishment Spanking

I'll quote a bit from the blog and comment below.

But sooner or later, the time will come when one or more of the rules have been broken, and a punishment spanking has to be given. The first Spanking is something you should try and mentally prepare yourself for because, from this point forward, your marriage will be different forever. That first Spanking will change the way both partners view each other with one big bag of mixed emotions.
Your relationship will never be the same again after your first discipline spanking.

Writing like that makes my tummy do butterflies. So sexy. "A punishment spanking has to be given". I associate a spanking with being cared for, not being abused. A father figure cares enough about me to discipline me in a spot that does the most good: my well-padded bum. I also can feel the quite frankly sexual thrill of being taken in hand. But it is true that I feel that our relationship dynamic has subtly shifted. An event like my recent spanking does not define my relationship with my husband. I do not abdicate my will to my husband. But I now recognize, deep down, that when it is me who screws up, that I am subject to paying the penalty with my backside and the humiliation of being treated like a child (as I deserve). There is no changing that. There is no going back. I will not become a simpering DD wife, and I will still Domme him, that is separate, but I now know that I won't ever be free (nor want to be free) of strict parental style discipline from my husband when he deems it warranted.

At first, you will be shocked. How has this happened to you? Why have you let this happen to you? [...] Remember you are giving him the consent to spank you. If you had not broken the rules that you agreed with him, he would not have had to discipline you. It is for your own good,

He has "spanking rights" over me as I do over him. We both have our safewords and are in control if we want to be. When I have been legitimately naughty, however, or even if he believes I have been, I'd rather cry than use my safeword. That is my choice.

You will also feel so emotional & tearful, bursting into tears without really knowing why and that feeling of relief when suddenly a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, life seems calmer, you are more relaxed and focused.  Also, you will feel guilty for disappointing your husband. You have let him down, forcing him to punish you [...] Had you behaved as you should, he would not be feeling let down by you.

All of that is certainly true. I was wrong, I knew I had been wrong, and I had suffered the consequences of being wrong: spanked like a child. I did feel guilty for disappointing my man. I so much don't want to do that!


Him telling my parents was not intended as part of my punishment. That was part of acting out my post-punishment masturbatory fantasy in a mild way which he catered to. The thing is, the worst part of a spanking punishment is not the physical pain, it is knowing that you have to be dealt with like a child by its parent. In this case, the spanking was not motivated by kink (although it was kinky), it was motivated by a legitimate cause.

I have been spanked by both my Mother and my Father as a child. From around age 5 to age 10 by both of them. The spankings were across the knee, with their hands, mostly on my bare bottom, and were infrequent and mild (my Dad's spanking were mild, my Mom's a little tougher actually), but they were all well-deserved, and I always cried. At age 8, I vividly remember Daddy hauling me out of bed and spanking me on the seat of my panties while Sue watched. After 10, the spankings stopped. I guess they considered me too grown up after that to be spanked. Or maybe just the times had changed.

Mom and Dad knew already that David and I engage in kinky playful spanking play (though not the extent of it). They once witnessed a mild (clothed!) instance of that, along with some bedroom innuendo. However, in this particular case, my Mom and Dad knew that a spanking was imposed on me by my husband, not entirely willingly on my part, for misbehaviour. So more than just consensual kinky playful fun, they now know I also submit to being spanked by him for real, when in his judgment I have misbehaved, in much the same way they spanked me when I was a child. That is soooo different!

They must only imagine that it is across his knee and bare bum as that was how they spanked me as a child. Besides, how else would a husband spank his wife? And they know for certain that if I misbehave again he will feel obliged to again take me across his knee, pull down my panties, and subject me to another bare bum spanking. They were told as much. And there is nothing I can or would do to stop it. They do not seem in the least perturbed by that. Their fully grown daughter, subject to genuine, deserved, bare bottom discipline across her husband's knee. And they apparently believe this response by my husband, to actually punish me with repeated painful slaps to my bared buttocks while bent over his lap, is fully justified by my own flaunting of rules, lying to him, and general misbehaviour.

So you can imagine how embarrassing it was for me that my Mommy and my Daddy, who spanked me themselves when I was naughty as a child, now know that their grown daughter is legitimately disciplined by her husband like an 8 year old. Bare bottomed. Across his knee. My parents spared me the childish indignity of having to stand in the corner after a spanking with my hands on my head and my bare bum showing, but my husband certainly does not.

So while it was not intended as punishment, the fact that my Mother, my Father, my big Sister, all know that I am spanked like a child when I misbehave, is actually the worst part of the punishment! How could my Daddy especially not look at me differently knowing this???? Knowing I am subject to routine bare bottom discipline from my man. How far away is this from a grown-daughter spanking from him????

That is the thought that has been running around inside my head, driving me crazy, ever since the incident. Imagine the following scenario (I certainly have!).


I am over at their place next Sunday. When I see my Mom I give her a hug. "JULIE!" says David. "What did I JUST tell you about keeping six feet away??? Come here!" David drags me around the corner from the living room into the study. There is no door. He sits on the desk chair there, puts me across his knee, and spanks me. My spankings are all the same. They are all bare bottomed, and my husband sees no reason to make any exception here. He lifts my dress high up above my waist and pulls my panties low down to my knees before he begins my spanking.

Can you even imagine that? Can you imagine a grown woman being hauled off like that into the next room for a humiliating, childish, spanking? While her parents and big sister hear it being administered???!! And approve!!?!? SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. "No, David! Please! Ow Ow Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I promise! Wahhhhhhhhh!" The sound of bare palm to bare butt cheek is unmistakable, as are the sounds emanating from the mouth of a well-spanked girl! I mean how utterly humiliating would that be? And to have to face them later over dinner, sitting on a freshly spanked bottom?

My friend over at Glenmoretales blog has even offered a blog post with some artwork if I were to carry through on some (COVID-safe) variant of the above. I love his artwork. I'm seriously considering it mainly for that, although I don't know if David even would. But it would be out of sight...

But of course, my fantasies do not begin and end with just an out of sight spanking. No, I am much sicker than that.


What if Sue and my parents were to come around to see the action? It's only steps away...

I imagine it would be Sue who would first venture around the corner to witness my spanking. David would pause as Sue tells me off for not being able to obey simple rules. She suggests David continue spanking me as I clearly have not yet learned my lesson. He starts in again as my Big Sister watches. I am spanked to tears by my husband. David keeps me across his lap as he tells me I must keep my distance from my Mom and apologize for endangering her (Mom has a bit of a heart condition, controlled by medication, so she is particularly at risk). I imagine I am to be let up and have my clothing restored to do this. But I am still bare bum across his lap as Sue calls my parents over. "Mom, Dad, come over here. Jules has something she wants to say to you."

Oh no! I would try desperately to get up off his lap to restore my clothing. But David would hold me down with a firm hand on my lower back as I bicycled my feet and kicked my legs in an attempt to stand as my Mommy and Daddy got inexorably closer to seeing me: a naughty, freshly spanked, bare bummed girl across her husband's lap!

Imagine if Mom and Dad were to come into the study and see me like that? My Mom would probably say "Oh dear," or something like that. My Dad would say something along the lines of "Good job, lad!" David would make me say I'm sorry while still across his knee, bare bum up and shining bright red from my spanking, sniffling back tears.

So that would be unimaginably embarrassing. Having my Mom and Dad see me across David's knee with my freshly-spanked bare bum showing. They would probably get a kick out of it though. They would rationalize that they had seen my bare bum many times in my life. No big deal. They had changed my diapers and cleaned my poop. No big deal, right? WRONG!

But at least they did not directly witness me being spanked. But what if they did...


Perhaps once I apologized to my husband's complete satisfaction he would tighten his grip on me, and resume spanking my bare cheeks. I imagine I would be literally spanked to tears as my Mommy and my Daddy watched with approval me being firmly disciplined in the old-fashioned way by my husband.

All of that would be an unimaginable punishment. I would be completely humiliated. My status reduced to sorry little 8-year old girl spanked by "Daddy". And despite them having seen me receive a punishment spanking, I would not be allowed to sulk. I would have to get right back in there and help with serving and cleaning up, and make pleasant conversation during dinner. I would want to sulk, but a stern warning from David, a glance containing a promise of another trip to the study for a repeat performance across his lap would surely settle me down.

So that would be pretty bad, right? How could any girl get excited over something like that actually happening? I will say, here and now, that if I am ever again irresponsible in a way that impacts my family, not that I would ever intend that or invite that for sexual purposes, that he would be justified in spanking me in front of my family. A full, bare bum spanking. Bare bum corner time after. I am agreeing to those consequences in advance. I will tell him so. But that would be the extent of it. That would be how far I would go, up to there. But in terms of sexual fantasy, I'm not done yet in my perverted brain.

What if Daddy were not so forgiving as all that. What if he took umbrage to what I had done? Rather than saying "good job lad" as I was bare bum across my husband's knee, what if he would instead say, "you just can't seem to get the rules in your head can you now? You know your Mother has a heart condition, and still you're careless? It's all the nonsense conspiracy theories filling your silly little head that says it's all a big plot, and you know better than anybody, is that it? Well if I weren't keeping my distance, I'd have half a mind to finish the job your husband started, young lady, right across my own knee like when you were 6!"

Oh God yes!

Would I go that far in real life? I know I just said I wouldn't. But in fact yes, I suppose I would. If my Daddy saw me being spanked, he should of course be entitled to spank me in a similar manner. Including the bared bottom with the inevitable vaginal/anal exposure that comes with which is obviously and deliberately part and parcel of a bare bum spanking, and which increases the shame quotient exponentially. But I cannot say that this would not be an intensely sexual experience for me. But I'm sure I could hold it together and not let on at all to that fact during my spanking from him. I mean, my recent spanking from my husband was also an intensely sexual experience (after the fact), because it was real. I'm pretty sure that during a punishment spanking from my Dad, sexy thoughts would be the least of my concerns, as they were during my spanking from David. Embarrassment, extreme shame, and fanny pain would be dominating my thoughts in the instance. Afterwards? Oh God yes!

But that's the most I can consent to. Anything more is pure fantasy. Most of that is likely pure fantasy as well, but I am consenting to those consequences. They are in the realm.

But if I fantasize...


The social distancing would be a problem in this scenario, but what if there was a way to spank a girl without even touching her? Unfortunately, there is...

"Sir, if I might suggest," David would say, "why don't we take her to the living room, throw her across the back of the sofa, and you take your belt to her. That would keep at least six feet between the two of you."

"What a marvellous idea, laddy!" my Daddy would say as he removed his belt from around his waist.


Can you imagine that? I had literally masturbated to that! The thought of a bent over belt whipping from my Daddy!!!!

David would make me stand up. I would take pains to ensure my dress drapes down to properly cover me as I am standing, but embarrassingly my panties would still be pooled around my ankles for Mommy and Daddy to see.


But how should I be dressed for my belt whipping from Daddy? I always thought that the ultimate punishment for a girl would be a witnessed spanking administered with the victim fully bare. Not a stitch on her. The full, gratuitous, nudity would be an integral part of the punishment.

"Take off the dress," I fantasize is what David would say.

"What? No! Please?!?" I would beg him.

"Julie," he would warn me in a stern tone, "when we're at home, and your behaviour has earned you the belt, what are you allowed to wear?"

"But we're not at home, Sir, please!"

"Too bad you misbehaved outside of the home, then. Now what are you allowed to wear for a belting, Julie?"

"n... n... nothing, sir..."

"That's right. Nothing. Now get that dress off right now, or your Dad and I will take turns with that belt until we each wear out our arms."

That's how it would go down. That's in the realm of possibility, right? I'd already been spoken to, scolded, and spanked several times for essentially the same offence. After all of that, and still no change in behaviour, this would be the consequence: a nude bent over belting from Daddy!

Would my Dad object to that? Object to having me nude for my belting? Ok, I admit we are stretching here, but I imagine not. He is a man after all. What man does not want to see a fully naked woman? He would not put a stop to it. I think I understand men that way.


I would reach behind and unfasten my dress and unzip it, and let it fall to my ankles. On the way down I would be VERY careful to cover my pussy with my hands. I would stand up, kicking off my dress and my panties, while still covering my pussy. Mommy, Daddy, David, and Sue would all be standing there witnessing my humiliating strip tease.

"Now the bra," David would say.

Oh no, I would think. To unfasten my bra I would have to lift both hands up to behind my back. As I were to do that, my pussy would become fully exposed. I keep it completely shaved because that's the way David insists it to be. I am meticulous, as David has promised that if there is any stubble, he would not hesitate to give my pussy lips an extended spanking, followed by a tight diapering after a smearing of icy hot all over my genitals and into my bumhole!

Ha ha! Not really! Just throwing that in for you sicko diaper fetishists out there ;-) But... I did research an icy hot punishment to a girl's pussy. Brutally exciting...

https://spankbang.com/2mdls/video/icyhot+on+pussy

But I would have to reach my hands up, away from my pussy, and unfasten my bra. I know I would be blushing severely as my bare shaved pussy came under my family's full scrutiny.

I would take off my bra, quickly, and let it drop to the floor. As I do this, I would cover my breasts with one hand and pussy with my other. My heart would surely be beating out of my chest to be standing there bare naked in front of my family!


I'm sure that at least my Mom would come to my rescue! She might say something like, "Oh really. You shouldn't embarrass the girl like that."

You know who would jump in then? Sue. Sue would.  She would say, "I completely disagree. How many times is this? How many times has she broken the rules we all agreed to? She's endangered you Mom. She's endangered all of us. I think a good dose of embarrassment along with a scorched fanny from Daddy is exactly what she needs!"

And you know what? She would be right. It would be no less than what I deserved. In my fevered dreams.


I would be so embarrassed standing there, covering up, fully nude. I'd be looking down at my feet, but out of the corner of my eye I would see Daddy softly whipping the belt menacingly against his own leg, itching to get started on my bum.

I suppose I would probably make a last ditch attempt to appeal to my husband. "David... please!" I would beg, hoping he would put a stop to this now.

But no, it would have gone too far. Daddy already had the belt in his hand and was expecting to whip some girl flesh.

"No, Julie," I imagine David would say. "Sue is absolutely right. You need to finally learn your lesson once and for all. And if that means bringing you down a peg or two, embarrassing you in front of your family, than that's what will happen. Here's hoping your father can get through to you with his belt. God knows I've tried often enough with all manner of implements. Now you know the rule when you're naked for a spanking. Hands down, young lady. You're stripped. You're not allowed to cover yourself after a stripping."

I imagine that would be the rule. I mean, if you're being punished with a stripping, covering yourself would not be allowed. Reluctantly I would have to move my hands down to behind my back, fully exposing my breasts and my vagina. Daddy would get to see his naughty little girl, all grown up.


Would Daddy comment on my bald shaved pussy? He's a bit old-fashioned. He probably would. "Look at that," he would say, "she keeps herself like a little girl down there."

"Oh Daddy," Sue would say, "that's just the fashion nowadays."

Daddy would "Harumpf!" at that, showing what he thinks of the "fashion of the day".


I would blush having the state of my pussy discussed so openly!

David would then say, "now you march, young lady, into the living room, and bend yourself across the arm of the sofa. Your Daddy is going to whip your little bottom but good, and high time."


I would not believe this was happening to me! My heart would pound as I stepped naked past my fully clothed family into the living room. I would go over to the sofa, and bend myself over its arm. I would be so very conscious of my freshly spanked bare red bum sticking up so high. I couldn't even imagine the sight I would be showing to my family!!!!


I would be lying there like that as the rest of the family came into the living room in their own time. I'm sure Sue would taunt me to make it worse. "Look at that sexy little booty," she might say, slapping my ass cheek. I'm sure I would try to squeeze my legs together as tightly as possible.

But would Sue even allow that? "No, no," she might say, "legs spread, little lady, so Daddy's belt can get in there all that much better."

Spread? No. Please. I would appeal to my husband, "David, please, no." David would probably be unsure. Would making me spread my legs lewdly be a step too far?

Sue would see him hesitate, and press her point home with him. "You said that embarrassment was part of her punishment, didn't you? What's more embarrassing for her than a legs spread whipping? Are you really serious about wanting to correct her behaviour?"

"David!" I would plead, "No. Please. I won't!"

I probably had him until the "I won't".

"Oh you won't will you?" he would say. "Obey your sister, Julie, right now!"

Oh shit. There would be no escaping it once my husband had spoken like that. I would have to slowly spread my legs apart until I was showing everything!


"There we go!" Sue would say. "Just look at those little naughty bits. I'm sure David has some fun with that." What! No. Don't say things like that in front of the family! Not in front of Mom and especially not in front of Daddy! But in truth, there are only ever two reasons a naked girl gets bent over with her legs spread like this: for a spanking or for sex. I'm sure everybody could picture my husband's penis having it's way with me in this position.

"And I know for a positive fact," Sue would say as she walks over to in front of me, reaches over me, puts her weight on my back, and spreads my ass cheeks widely, "by her own admission, that she takes it in here as well."


"No! Sue! Please! Don't! Don't!" I would squeal as I wiggled my bottom and kicked my feet while she held me wide apart like that.

"Only when she's been particularly naughty," David would say, "which coincidentally is always after a belt whipping."

"Oh, so you say she's getting it in here tonight then?" Sue would say as she held me wide open for parental inspection.

I'm imagining how I would feel, being held down and spread open like that by my sister for my Mommy and Daddy to see. I would be utterly mortified! Not only would they know I was spanked for punishment, but sodomized as well! Made to endure, as punishment, the most humiliating form of sexual activity imaginable.

I'm sure my Mom would come to my rescue!

"Now Sue," she would say, "you stop teasing your little sister like that. What goes on in their bedroom should stay in their bedroom. She's embarrassed enough as it is without you making it worse like that."

"Yes Mom," Sue would say, releasing me. Such a goody goody two shoes!

I'm sure that at this point I would try to sneak my legs back together again.

"Ah ah, little girl," Sue would say, catching me. "Keep those legs spread. All the way through Daddy's belt whipping. Daddy, this way you can wrap your belt around into her inner thighs for extra punishment. She'd be super sensitive, right here..." As Sue would say that, she would stroke my inner thigh with her hand, showing Daddy where my flesh would be most sensitive to his belt licks.


Would I be able to just lie there still? I would certainly try to! But would I not, just a little bit, wriggle and moan so slightly to her touch so near my pussy? Entirely involuntarily. But they would notice! They would all notice! "Aye, she does look sensitive there, all right," would say my Daddy with a chuckle. Sue would "accidentally" brush the very edge of the lips of my pussy as she indicated to Daddy the most sensitive spot for his belt on my inner thighs nearest my sex. I would buck and say "Ohhhh!"

"If she leaves a spot on the couch, you'll be cleaning it up," Mom would say to Sue, pointedly.

Oh no! My parents would know that their daughter was having a sexual response to her big sister touching her! And my Mom's comment. I would  feel why she made it: my pussy lips would have dampened!

"They'll be no fun and games during your belt licking, lassy," Daddy would say, bringing us back to the task at hand. "You'll be getting some exactly where your sister pointed, and I'll take pains not to whip anything more sensitive even, but I 'canna guarantee it, especially if you wriggle like an eel."

Imagine if I was to be whipped like this. Whipped with Daddy's belt. Across my bum, down my thighs, and he would even, thanks to Sue, whip the tender insides of my legs as high as they go. But, did Daddy just imply that it was possible he would accidentally whip... my pussy????

DING!

"Oh that's my rump roast ready," Mom would say. "Sweetheart," she would ask Dad, "would you help me get it out of the oven, before you start in on roasting our daughter's rump?" Mom has arthritis, you see, and its tough for her to grip heavier things.

"Yes of course," Dad would say, "I'm sure this one," meaning me, "won't mind waiting for a few minutes before we begin. We'll just leave this right here..." and Daddy would lay his belt down across my lower back and would leave to go get Mom's rump roast out of the oven.


I can just imagine the interminable waiting as Mom and Dad worked away in the kitchen. I would just have to wait there lying nude, bent over the arm of the sofa, the instrument of my soon-to-be chastisement lying across my back, my pussy damp, my rump high and ready for its roasting! David and Sue would be chatting, discussing what a handful I could be, where did I get off flouting rules like that, and by the end of my punishment this time I would surely learn my lesson.

"Look at her showing off her pussy like a little slut," Sue would say to David. "You had best keep those legs spread during Daddy's whipping, little girl," Sue would say to me.

"Yes, Julie, you heard your father," David would pile on. "He intends to include your inner thighs in your whipping, right up high, so mind you keep those legs spread for good access. You would not want him missing his mark."

"Look at her cunt," Sue would say, "it's soaking wet. I barely grazed her."

"She's always been hyper-sexualized," David would say. "She cums at the drop of a hat, and can orgasm multiple times. She's a handful all right. Wears out my cock and my jaw."

"Oh I know," Sue would add. "Remember that time she asked me to spank her? You ass fucked her afterwards? I had her straddling my knee. I was wearing those tweed slacks. She came three times during her spanking! I could hardly believe it. Those slacks were straight off to the dry cleaners!"

I'm sure, bent over like that, with only David and Sue in the room, the talk would turn to their comparing notes on my sexual responsiveness.

"Don't you dare cum while Daddy's whipping you," Sue would say. "He doesn't need to see something like that from his own daughter. Your wet pussy is already enough of a mark of shame."

Oh Gosh... Could I even help it?


Meanwhile my parents would be in the kitchen getting the meat out of the oven, transferring it to a cutting board, and cleaning it up. They would then let it sit to continue the cooking process outside in.


My parents would then come out of the kitchen to see me still bent over, ready for my whipping.

"Don't be too hard on her, dear," my Mom would say to my Dad.

"I'll give her exactly what she needs," my Father would say.

Daddy would march up to me, pick up the belt off my lower back, line up, and give me a belt whipping for the ages.


Stroke after stroke after stroke would land on my poor bare cheeks. Even Sue would appear a bit shocked, and at the same time excited, at the severity of it. Involuntarily, my legs would have pulled inwards.

"Keep those legs spread, lassy!" Daddy would command, and I would obey. Daddy would aim carelessly for the insides of my thighs, whipping my virgin flesh into a burn so hot that it becomes icy. On more than one occasion the end of his belt would graze my pussy lips eliciting a scream of pain which Daddy would ignore completely as he continued whipping me into a frenzy.


Paradoxically, I am sure that as my whipping continued, I would become increasingly more excited. With my legs spread, Daddy would see everything there was to see of me. I would take the opportunity to wriggle and kick my legs, even more than I really needed to, just so that my pussy would gape open and closed to Daddy's gaze. I would remember that David said I would be sodomized later tonight. Thinking this I would strain my legs, push my bum up, and open my backdoor for Daddy to see. I wanted to seduce my own father with my backdoor! I would make to go to the bathroom, and then contract everything in, and repeat. Gape and contract. Gape and contract. As Daddy belt whipped me. I knew I had caught Daddy's attention when he aimed the belt at my hole, wrapping it around to the inside of my ass cheek. I would try to time the widest gaping with the belt lick, contract in pain, and repeat. It was clear that Daddy was making sure I would feel every thrust from my husband's promised penis-in-ass-fucking as he painted my butthole with strict licks of his belt.

Finally he would stop as I lay sobbing into the sofa. I would be sure to keep my legs spread, as I had not been told I may yet close them. My hips would continue rocking and tilting as I tried to absorb the pain left from my belt licking. Rocking and tilting like a woman being made love to. I would be conscious of continuing to gape open and shut my pussy and my bottom hole as I rocked and writhed, pretending the pain had been too intense to possibly stop.

"That was just perfect," Mom would say to Dad, "just what she's needed. And look at her, she still can't keep still, the little hussy."

Oh gosh.

There, that should be the end of it, shouldn't it? Likely too much already, what with my sexual antics during Daddy's belting. At this point I ought to be allowed to dress and join the family for dinner. Comparisons would be made between the state of my rump, and the well-doneness of Mom's rump roast.


But no. You, readers, are not dealing with an anywhere near normal girl here...


"Now David," Mom would say to my husband, "you mentioned earlier that you usually sodomize her after the belt?"

"It's a bit of a rule," David would say. It's true...

"Well I can only imagine that your father-in-law is a little tight in the trousers, if you know what I mean, after watching his grown daughter wriggle like a little eel under his belt, flaunting herself shamelessly like a two-dollar whore. Leaking her juices."

"Mom!" I would cry out, suddenly stopping all movement.

"Don't play us for fools, young lady. The show you put on while your very own Father strapped you was positively disgraceful. A woman can tell."

"No," Daddy would say, coming to my defence, "it was the lashing, she couldn't help herself, surely."

"Oh Daddy, you're so naive," Sue would say. "She's always been a bit of an attention whore that way, but she absolutely outdid herself during that strapping, I must say."

"I agree," Mom would say, "and she needs to be punished appropriately for it. With your agreement, David, perhaps her father can do the honours before dinner this time?"

"What?" Dad would say, mystified.

"Sodomize her, silly." Mom would say. "Goodness knows she tried hard enough to seduce you."

"Ach no, sweetheart, I'm her Father! It's incestuous." Daddy would say.

"Oh it's not incest if it's in the bum, silly! And it's not sex besides. It's punishment. Take her to the bedroom, give her a good seeing to up her bum, it's what she's been asking for, and then you have a nice healthy spunk right up her backside to relieve the pressure.  Assuming you approve, David?"

"Oh, absolutely," David would say. "as you say, it's not sex, it's punishment, and she'd get it that way one way or the other."

"How about me approving???" I would ask, suddenly mortified at the idea of my Daddy fucking me in the ass!

"You have no say in this, young lady," Mom would tell me. "It's punishment. And after the show you put on for your father -- shush, we have eyes you know -- after the show you put on for your father, I'd say it's a punishment that fits the crime."

"Well, if you all insist," said Daddy with a big grin, savouring the thought of having a "hall pass" to enjoy anal intercourse to completion with his very own attractive fully-grown daughter.

Daddy would walk over to me and say, "look, she's still keeping her legs spread for all of that." Then he'd slap his big hand across my pussy and feel me up. "My God she's burning up down here. What heat! Here lad, feel the heat your wife's cunny is giving off." David would walk over and feel my pussy as well.

"That's hotter than usual, for sure," David would say. Of course it is! Daddy just whipped me and is about to take my ass! "And wetter," he would say as he removes his fingers and wipes them off on my punished ass.

"Sue! Feel this," Daddy would say to Sue, and she would come over and cop her own feel. "That is incredible!" she would say, "steaming hot. Unusual. I've never felt anything like that".

"Oh, all of you!" my Mom would say, "she's a perfectly normal woman."

"No. She's NOT. Feel her Mom. Really," Sue would say.

"Oh, what nonsense," but Mom would reach out her hand and feel my cunt as well.

"Oh My Goodness! It's as if her vagina has a fever! And it's so moist. You're a lucky husband, David, to have such a talented wife in that department."

"I certainly am, Ma'am, and I'll put her charms to good use at bedtime tonight," David would say.

Daddy would then reach around my upper body, grabbing a boob in the process, and haul me up and over his shoulder.

This is always the image I imagine for this position. She is certainly about to be spanked and sodomized!

"Let's go lassy. Up to the guest bedroom for your buggering!"

I won't describe "the act". Suffice to say that Daddy is remarkably robust for his age, and my pig-like squealing could be heard all over the house as Daddy had his way with my rear end. By the end my butthole was so sore from being strapped then stretched like this!

After he was done with me, I'm sure he would fetch a washcloth and clean me up as I would have been a bit of a mess.


Afterwards I imagine walking down the stairs, still in the nude, with a grinning Daddy behind me. It was sooo the walk of shame as Mom, Sue, and David all laughed at me and asked after the state of my butthole.

"It's a tight one, I'll give her that," said Daddy. "She's a racy little filly all right. I haven't spunked so hard in twenty years."

"Oh Daddy!" I would say stomping my bare little foot in the ground as they all would continue laughing at my blushing face and my flushed breasts.

"Is it very sore?" David would ask, NOT sincerely.

"Yes," I would answer, very sincerely.


David would have me get re-dressed and then help my Mom and Sue to set the table. When it was time for dinner I would go to sit and immediately stand up in pain. Everybody would laugh at me. I would try to sit again, more gingerly, but it would have been unbearable and I would have needed to spring back up again.

"Oh Julie, you do carry on so," my Mom would say.

"But it hurts to sit!" I would wail.

"Well then you can eat standing," David would say. "But if its standing, then it's panties down and dress pinned up, young lady. Your choice."

What a choice! Sitting was literally impossible. I would have to take the pinning up and the panty lowering. Oh blush again!

"I'll take the... pinning up, Sir," I would say.

"And...?"

"And the panty lowering..."

"I know where Mom keeps the safety pins," Sue would say, jumping up from the table. She would return a few moments later and meticulously pin my dress up so no material was lower than my belly button, front or back.

"May I do the honours?" Sue would ask the table. Everybody would indicate their agreement.

Sue would put her hands around the waistband of my panties, and slowly pull them down my legs, past my thighs, past my knees, to my ankles. "They stay there," Sue reminded me.

My pussy would throb with embarrassed heat. While I knew I was being punished, my pussy did not. Blood would have engorged my nether lips. It had been exposed, teased, prodded, and felt up all evening. My biggest fantasy of my Daddy belt whipping me while I was bent over and fully naked had been played out. I had even to endure an ass fucking from my Dad's big cock, and yet still my pussy would not have been brought to climax.

My plate would have been served and I would take it, standing up and eating.

"What's that smell?" my Mother would ask.

"It's Julie's vagina," Sue would say, "she's in heat."

"Go to the kitchen sink and wash yourself, dear," Mom would tell me.

With a burning red face I would shuffle over, panties at ankles, do that, and return to my dinner.

"sorry..." I would say shamefacedly as I resumed my position at the table.

"Your vagina is very engorged, Julie," my Mom would tell me.


"Yes Mommy. I'm sorry Mommy," I would say, practically in tears. It would have been a very trying day.

"Is it wetting itself again?" Mommy would ask, sensitively.

"Yes Mommy," I would be forced to admit. It was likely visible, and even if not, a simple and quick "wet check" from any of them would instantly detect any lie and have me back across a knee.


"Too bad I don't have any diapers in the house to put you in," Mom would say. "You can be certain I will for next Sunday dinner, young lady. In the meantime, do you need a puppy pad to stand on, sweetheart?"

"No thank you, Mommy," I would say, too embarrassed to even think straight.

"Sweetheart, if you drip on the carpet, Mommy will be forced to get out her wooden spoon and have you across her knee."

The wooden spoon had been the oft-promised, never deployed implement of choice for Mom to threaten us children with. From my kink life, I knew a wooden spoon spanking could be incredibly painful. I could not take that chance. I looked down at myself and could see a drip forming.

"yes please Mommy, for the puppy pad..." I would be forced to admit.

"I'll get one," Dad would say, standing up reluctantly from his Sunday dinner to tend to his dripping daughter's needs.

Returning he would say, "here, take your panties off and stand on this," laying the puppy pad down on the floor under my feet.


I would look over at David. "Yes, Julie, you may remove them," he would say.

I would remove my panties, place them on the seat in front of me, and fully step on my puppy pad, blushing up a storm, and continue my meal.

After a few more moments, Mommy would say, "I'm sorry Julie. Your vagina just had a big drip, and it's engorging even more. We can see your clitoris and your labia minora. It's, well, very distracting at the dinner table."


"I'm so sorry, Mommy!" I would say in tears, squirming in place, knees knocking, utterly unable to control the discharges and engorgement of my involuntarily displayed sex. I had been sentenced to have my pussy displayed during dinner, regardless of the humiliating state it may find itself in ("and whose fault is that?" I could hear my husband saying in my head). I would try once again appealing to my Mom: "Please may I put my panties back on, Mommy. Please!? I can't be showing it like this! Please!" I wailed.

"No dear, your panties would just get soaked. And besides, you're forbidden from wearing them for the time being. Do you really think now would be a good time to challenge your husband's authority? I'm sure your bare bottom has been spanked well enough for one day. No dear, why don't you just turn and face away from the table. With your husband's permission we'll admire your well-spanked backside instead."

David would nod his agreement to my ending my humiliating pussy display.

Blushing, I would turn to face away from the table, with the plate in my hand. I would then hear from behind me numerous comments about how well-spanked I was, and which were the parts with the most damage done, and so on.

And that's where I would imagine it ends, except for my husband taking me home and fucking me silly, of course!

Yes, I know: ONE SICK PUPPY!


The final part of the Your First Punishment Spanking blog entry said this.

A spanking also arouses lots of women, that is not just the heat in your bottom you feel. Do not be ashamed by this; you are not some freak that loves to be beaten for sexual pleasure; what you have just experienced is a very special thing between husband and wife. Hold on to those feelings for later when you and your husband make love; it will be one of the most intense lovemaking sessions you have ever had.

Being spanked and embarrassed is supposed to arouse me? Damn, that blog has my number...

These are just some of the emotions you may feel after your first Spanking.

My husband and I decided to make it official: I will now become, officially, a spanked wife! We have agreed to engage in a Domestic Discipline lifestyle with me as the "taken in hand".

The woman in the photo is bare breasted with her panties at her knees. She has either just been spanked, or is about to be. I look at that, and genuinely wish it was me being disciplined.

What got me going was my recent disciplinary spanking described in Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible, and elaborated on in Emotions after a Real Punishment Spanking. This was done as kind of a very justified real-life extension of our kink, but it sure came naturally to the both of us! I can't stop thinking of the feelings evoked in me by a spanking motivated by discipline, not kink (although it is kinky, subtle distinction). So my husband and I have decided to formalize it into a DD Contract of some sort for me - still working on it.

Ok, my DD is going to be a little different from other ones you may have heard of. I will continue Domming my husband for fun. I will design the scenes (with his input) and may roll them out unexpectedly, and may involve others, as we have always done. None of that will change. For purposes of sexy kink, we both enjoy that a lot! We even strive to make the scenes super real, like punishing him for real things I find around the house (dirty dishes in sink for example). All of that will definitely still go on. He will also be subject to discipline spankings when he falls short of his own goals (or as a "reward" for continuing, e,g., picky food diary / weight loss spankings). Though there will be no formal "contract" for that, because if he does not think it justified, he will manhandle me right across his knee and let me know! None of that changes in the least.

But overlaid on top of all of that fun kink, I want to add a more "real life" 24x7 dynamic as well for me. I want to be a spanked wife. Not motivated by sexy fun times (we have that already), but real discipline when in his eyes I have fallen short of one of my (or our joint) expectations of myself.

It won't be him being "Head of Household" or anything like that. We will continue our 50-50 partnership in chores, decision-making, bank accounts, and so on. From each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs. A two-person communist party.

But beyond all this, what I have come to realize is that I crave a father figure doling out real discipline. I feel safe and protected, and it makes me a more passionate wife (in the vanilla sense). My need for it is not primarily a need for kinky fun. My primary need is to feel taken in hand, to feel loved via discipline. Essentially for my emotional health (I have been feeling down a bit lately, who hasn't, but my recent disciplinary spanking was a bright light). Oh yes it makes me burn with passion and lust after it happens, or thinking about it happening, but one follows from the other, not the other way around. It's complicated! It's so hard to explain that. It's been hard for me to disentangle those things and come to my current realization.

I "blame" my Dad. I love my Dad so much. In early childhood (around aged 5 to 10) I was spanked across his knee, by hand, on the bare. The spankings from him were very mild, and I was always loved and cuddled more than usual afterwards. That was a different time. It was the 1980's. There was no hint of impropriety. I understand from research that back then it was maybe considered old fashioned to spank your child and not recommended by the liberal child psychologist types. Looking back from my vantage point now, I realize those spankings didn't "hurt" so much as "make a point". Despite how mild they were, I inevitably wound up in great sobbing tears during and after my spankings. I was not spanked often at all. Maybe in total a half a dozen times over a five year period. So when I was spanked, it made an impression. I did get spanked by Mom as well, in much the same way, maybe a bit harsher but not overly so, but I remember resenting those spankings and feeling defiant inside - though I did toe the line outside!

I absolutely craved and adored the attention of my father. I am the middle girl of three, and they say the middle girl is often the forgotten one. Not me! I forced myself on my Dad. I was for sure his favourite (that's what my sisters kept telling me anyways, and I think they were right). We would have long, silly conversations and he was so patient with me. When I had childish troubles I could always confide in him and our talks always helped. I would greet him joyously, jump up on his lap, hug him and cover him in kisses!


This persisted into my late teens, where I would still jump on his lap and hug and kiss him, wearing only a T-shirt and my panties! I knew that something about what I was doing was somehow "wrong", and it gave me a funny but good feeling in my tummy. My older sister (Sue) did not approve, and my Mom looked askance as well. I stopped doing that when I was around 16, as I started dating and started recognizing that those feelings about my Dad were definitely sexual. I became very guilty about it, and very self-conscious of the approbation of my sister and Mom, so I stopped. Though I never stopped loving my Dad! It just morphed from a childish love into a grown daughter's love, which is unchanged to this day.

So when I got spanked by Daddy, it was a signal that I had been a very bad girl in his eyes. I had disappointed my Daddy. I cried worried that I had lost his love. After a spanking I would do whatever I could to get back into his good graces, which was never very hard. For weeks afterwards I would be extra affectionate with Daddy. Just checking!

My relationship with my Mom was a lot rockier as a child and as a teen. I always thought she paid more of the good kind of attention to my siblings, and I resented it. As I started growing up, she was the one who tried to regulate my behaviour, and I resented it. She always made me do chores like set the table or help her to cook. She would timeslice watching over me as I did boring homework, enforce my bedtime, and as I was older set my curfews. She wouldn't buy me the clothes I wanted, and she would be the one to send me back to my room to change because, "you're not going out looking like that!" I look back on it and laugh. She had four kids to watch over that way, was entirely justified, and Dad was entirely MIA for that sort of parenting.

Man, was I ever set up to be a spanked wife or what?

Unfortunately, anything along those lines got derailed when I was in my early twenties living on my own. I had a bad (terrifying) experience with a guy I met at a bar and brought back to my apartment. It lasted three days and I was absolutely sure I was going to die at the end of it. I never reported it to anybody, and I got fired from my job for missing work. While I'm a conservative girl and the #metoo shit drives me crazy (because really, you willingly got "casting couched" you whore, give me a fucking break), reporting my rape did not even enter my mind. I was completely humiliated, and completely emotionally broken down. I shut it away and never wanted to think about it again. Oh I know, GREAT way to deal with trauma (she says sarcastically). Instead, my "self-treatment" plan was alcohol, drugs, and sexual promiscuity. Real smart.

It affected all future relationships including with my husband. I always insisted on being in control, on being on top. If something even slightly went wrong during sex I would freak, like a guy touched me in a way I hadn't expected, or at a time I didn't expect. David was extremely tender with me and I eventually told him a bit about my past. I think this is the reason he hid his spanking fetish from me for so long. When he first approached me, he very gingerly asked me if I wanted to be spanked, and I was, in my head, NO FUCKING WAY (I said it more gently to him!). He pivoted to asking if I would mind spanking him. Sure, why not? I was usually "on top" anyways, and if he had a kink, I definitely wanted to know about it and cater to it. I love the guy! What I found was that spanking him (beating him, even, humiliating him) was absolutely empowering for me. I did it with such joy! It was like therapy. I went over the top, I admit, but his passion for being spanked, beaten, and humiliated knew no bounds, so it was a perfect match. I also think he saw the joyfulness in me, and went with it hard in part because of that: for me. Oh, I never lost my head, it was always safe, sane and consensual (well, safe and consensual, anyways, I like to say, fuck the sane part).

This blog is my diary of everything kinky that happened since that first time, so you can follow along, although looking back at some of my posts, I was not completely up-front about some of my motivations. I was not quite ready to spill all the beans, so to speak. I guess the therapy worked, though, because there came a time when I started getting the itch to be spanked myself, which for me is putting my early adult trauma behind me, and returning to my childhood innocence where my relationship with my Daddy defined my relationship with strong loving men.

It started slowly and I had to feel 100% in control. My first experience with David spanking me was after I had read a blog from a Pro Domme that said as a top you needed to experience being spanked yourself or you would not get any good at dishing it out. I was a very earnest young woman and took her advice. I made David give me a spanking under my own terms. If I was in control I did not panic at all, and I enjoyed the physical sensations. I kept telling him to go harder as it appears I have pretty high pain tolerance. I enjoyed it. We had a few other cases where I was spanked, always me initiating it and controlling the action.

There was a watershed moment at some point where I realized I like girls as well as boys. I had arranged a vanilla escort to visit us in a hotel room to witness David being dominated by me. That went off great and according to plan. After it was over we still had time, she suggested that she and I make out, and let him watch but not touch. I was pretty hot and horny from dominating David, and so I totally went along with it, and absolutely lezzed out with her for the first time in my life, and loved it!

After that, I was anxious to get with more women, and arranged a few scenes including David where that would happen. I also mixed in a few spankings for me from the women, as it felt sexy and did not make me as anxious as being spanked by a man (any man, even my David). I started getting more and more intense submissive feelings at around this time as well.

There was an e-mail correspondence with a reader where it slipped into us roleplaying him being the Daddy and me being the Naughty Daughter. I told myself (and you all) at the time that I was "researching" Daddy/Daughter kink as I was intending on a gender-age-bender scene with David where I would be the Daddy and he would be the Daughter. We did actually do that, but looking back on that post now (Daddy Spanks Daughter!), OMG I was so Daddy-Daughter subby! I didn't at all mind the e-mail roleplay as I obviously felt completely safe. It was not going to happen to me, after all. But of course I was thinking about myself, but barely admitting it. Not sure who I was fooling.

I was sliding fast! Very soon after that, my correspondent offered to construct a paddle for me and send it to me. I accepted, but I did not want to give him my real address. I have a friend (named Tracy  for blog purposes) who maintains a US address forwarding dropbox for her thrifty US online shopping. I asked her if I could use her service to have an item sent to me. She wanted to know what it was, and I had to tell her it was a spanking paddle (!).


She asked me who it was for, and I told her David, but that because I was so scatterbrained and delayed in getting the address to him, that I had promised to take 24 on my bare butt first and send my Paddle Daddy a photo. She asked who was doing the honours, and I told her David... unless she wanted to... She jumped at the chance and wanted to involve her husband (it turns out, I did not know at the time, that she and her husband are swingers), but I asked that it just be her. I was so fucking excited it was unbelievable. You can read all my fevered postings about it, and see the pics of my very well-paddled ass (Julie in for a Severe Paddling!).

This was me later in the evening after my paddling from Tracy. Photo courtesy my then girl-cucked husband!

The infatuation grew, and Tracy came over and saw David get spanked. She came over and spanked me once. And then I went over there and took a belt whipping from her while her husband watched. He even participated a little and I found myself very turned on having a man involved in the Domming process (unexpectedly). We then arranged another scene where I would be a schoolgirl, and they would be my Mommy and my Daddy.

Me after my spanking from John and Tracy. Tracy taking the photo. John standing right there! He would fuck my pussy that night as well. First (and only) fucking outside my marriage.

After that scene with John and Tracy, I realized what a ninny I was for allowing Tracy's husband John to spank me while I had never really allowed David to (and it was a real drawn out affair with John, without me "totally in control" - I mean, me not topping from the bottom as I had been with David). So I invited David to spank me for the first time "for real". I did "yellow out" during it, but that was the extent of my control. I wrote at the time (Wife Spanked by Husband),

It was nice getting a spanking from my David!!!!! I fell into my submissive state of mind and fantasized I was a bad girl getting spanked by her Daddy.

In fact, David was a much, much better spanker than John or Tracy. There was no need to tell him what to do, he was naturally dominant, sufficiently firm, and sensitive to my reactions. After that spanking he gave me anal intercourse. That's turned into a theme! We began switching from then on, maybe for a third of the time or less. I still mainly Dommed him during our scenes. We also starting playing more with Mistress Violet, with me taking on a sub role half the time.

A photo of me being spanked naked by Violet taken by David

My submissive fantasies started becoming darker and darker with time, to an unhealthy level I will admit (Am I Sick in the Head?). It culminated in me writing a long letter to my husband, expressing my darker wishes for him to dominate me (Letter to my Husband). I wasn't sure how he would react, but he was amazing. He said "we needed to talk about it" and I thought oh oh, Julie's off to the shrink. But instead he told me to strip naked for our "talk", and then he made me read aloud every sentence of the letter (do you know how blushy that is when you lay your heart out on a platter like that???). He decided I would be his total sex slave for a week. We started by him taking me to a pet store and very publicly fitting me for a dog collar and matching leash!


After he paid, he leashed me and whipped me on the seat of my jeans with the end of the lead and then pulled me out of the shop by my leash. All as the pet store staff watched! That started one full week of intense submission from me. That seemed to get it out of my system for a bit! Phew.

It was after that that I asked my sister to spank me also after I had pushed some boundaries with her (she previously knew about my sex slave week, so she knew what to do with me!). Then there was the incident where I had David give me some super-embarrassing (playful) swats on the seat of my tight dress hoisted up on his knee in front of my whole family. That got my real Daddy fantasies going but good 'cause Daddy egged David on and teased me after. Then I think I got switched by David "for real" (but more for fun) for taking a wrong turn (my responsibility) on a hiking trail. It was bare bum on the trail (mercifully deserted owing to the time of year), and I had to blow him right there afterwards as "penance". I would not actually call that DD. That was a scene for sure.

Later on I wrote a blog entry Christian Domestic Discipline where I admitted to being fascinated by that whole scene.

A disciplined wife sent to stand in the corner before her spanking. Imagine how embarrassing if her Mom and Dad happened to drop in?

But it wasn't for me. No, not me. Those guys are a little kooky. Spankings for real? Give me a break. It's all kink, I told myself. Either lying to themselves or (more likely) lying to us.

I did a bunch more subby scenes with David. It became more like 50-50 as my readers pointed out (they counted). Many, many of them involved my "Daddy" fantasies, if not explicitly, then implicitly (in that I was thinking that as David spanked me). The distinction between my real Daddy, an abstract Daddy figure, and my husband was all blurry. They were all mixed in there at the same time. Again, I thought of them all as "scenes". Sexy scenes. They made my tummy flutter, and made me feel good inside. I was Loved. I was never abused. Daddy loves me. Daddy needs to spank me when I'm naughty because he loves me. After my spanking, I would be reassured with how much he loves me with hugs and kisses (and orgasms!).

What I've only now come to realize is that, for me, I have it backwards. It's not that my main goal is sexy feelings and an orgasm, and an imaginary spanking from a father figure is a means to that end. No. It's actually the other way around. I need to feel disciplined to feel loved. Feeling loved in this way makes me warm inside and tingly, and is what leads, incidentally, to sexy feelings. That's how it actually is.

Ok, so that's weird to need to be disciplined to feel loved.  But it's not really that black and white. Sure I feel loved without. But to feel the highest intensity of being loved, I need the discipline. That's not for every woman. But for me, for my personality and my path, it is.


It was this last spanking from David (Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible) that made me realize that. I had done something wrong, and I knew I had done wrong but would not admit it. David spanked me. He actually spanked me! And then sent me to the corner until I admitted it. That was real. That was fucking real!


But he was right. I had done wrong. I had been childish and irresponsible. I felt I completely deserved my disciplining.

The fact that I had been disciplined, like a child, by my loving but strict husband, without my "consent", was incredibly emotional for me. I felt squishy afterwards that he cared enough about me to do this, to take this risk of offending me.

Afterwards, alone in bed, there was masturbation. Oh my, but there was masturbation! He had mastered me, and it made me feel amazing. As I masturbated, on my tummy, bottom up, I linked my feelings to the same feelings I had as a child when Daddy spanked me, and my sexual feelings towards my Daddy (never acted on, of course!).

Later on, in bed with David, I confessed to my masturbation, and my feelings, and begged him to, casually, tell my Mom and Dad, like no big deal, "I spanked your daughter for being naughty". I wanted those closest to me to know I was a spanked wife. My ask was motivated by kink, but now I know it was more than that.

He followed through, and I found myself very embarrassed, but at the same time very proud, to be a spanked wife, proud that I had a husband who would not hesitate to discipline me when I clearly needed to be disciplined. I don't know if my folks thought it was just playful, but I really want them to know it was real. That I really was and am taken in hand. That my husband judges when I misbehave, and punishes me like a child when I do.


I gave it a lot of thought, and did some online research (one of my "realer" sources was Domestic Discipline, Jenny Style!), and decided that I wanted that. For the rest of my life I want that. The desire for those closest to me to know, heck, for anybody to know but especially those closest to me, is because I want this thing to be the new real for me. I sat down with David and we discussed the parameters of a DD relationship.

I have certain goals I want to achieve. I want to work out at least five times a week in our gym. I want to cook us a healthy dinner at least 3 times a week. I want to keep my weight within a narrow band.  I don't want to overdrink. I don't want to overspend. David will help me with my goals. He will hold me accountable. His behaviour is not my concern. He does not want a DD for himself. I want one for me.

If I feel I have been naughty or irresponsible, I don't want to ask him to discipline me, I want him to see it and act on it. If he feels I have been naughty or irresponsible, whether or not I realize and ask, he will discipline me. Yes, there's a huge measure of trust associated with that last one, but I trust him completely. If I never see it, well so be it. I don't want to continue behaviours that he thinks are wrong, and will submit to his will on those occasions.

I asked him if there were any behaviours in me he wanted to correct? He said there were none, but there is this one bedroom thing... "what?" I asked him. It's about (blush!) blow jobs...  He told me that I really was not that good at giving them. What? Geeze, I mean, not a huge fan, but I thought I was ok at it. I mean, I can make him cum. I thought I was ok at it. Good even. Apparently not. I told him I'd do better, that I'd apply myself and do online research. David suggested I ask my sister for tips (FUCK!). I swallowed my pride and said "Yes Sir". We agreed that if I didn't do my blowjob research and improve, I'd get spanked. He also told me that he really hates it when I run to the bathroom sink and spit (I do that). I'm going to try to do better, and if I do spit we agree that it's spankable.

We agreed that most of my disciplining will be over his knee, with his hand, on my bare bottom. Cornertime also. Implements for more serious or repeated offenses (like a hairbrush, paddle, belt, strap, switch, cane, ...), anywhere from waist to knees, front or back, or tits. He can also be more creative with my discipline if he wishes (like line writing, mouth soaping, thumb sucking, held enemas, ginger root, icy hot, diapering, whatever). I also told him that the day of my spankings that he should expect me to be submissive in bed. Whatever acts/positions he wanted. Even rough blow jobs or hard anal. Husband's choice if I put him in a position to have to discipline me that day.

We are working (well, I am working) on formalizing that into a "DD Contract" as suggested by Jenny: Our DD Contract. Stay tuned. I am in correspondence with Jenny and will run it past her.

Because my parents are already a little bit "in the know", I told David he didn't need to hide anything about our new DD lifestyle from them, or in fact from anybody. I feel proud to be a spanked wife. He should for sure tell my Mom and Dad anytime he spanks me for discipline, and what I did to earn it. Or I will anyways.  Yeah it's embarrassing, but isn't that what a spanking mainly is for a grown woman? Isn't that the whole point? In fact, if he thought it was reasonable and natural to discipline me in front of others, he should do so, and should not hesitate to bare my bum for it, or anything else of me for that matter, if that's what he thinks I need. I consent in advance.

I really do want a spanking in front of, or better yet by, my Dad. Ideally bare breasted and bare bum, where he can see my private parts clearly, maybe, like diaper position or straddling the knee. I doubt that will ever happen. I suppose that's just fantasy, sigh, but I told David that if there ever was an opportunity to discipline me like that he should. He probably won't. Pooh.

Because I really don't intend to misbehave, but want to know I am loved in this way, I asked David to give me maintenance spankings once a month or so. It's a spanking to remind me to be his good girl.

One question I have in my own mind is boundary pushing, or bratting I guess we call it. Is that acceptable in a DD? For example, David has a problem with the skimpy swimwear I prefer to wear at the cottage in the summer ("family harmony" - my little sister gets offended when my nephews get to see their Aunty Julie like that.) Even pre-DD he's discretely threatened me with a spanking for it.  Do I "brat" and see what I can get away with? Test his resolve? It's probably one of the surer ways to "get it" in public. Topless sunbathing on or by the lake is against the county Bylaws. Fucking Nazis. Removing that top is likely to earn me a spanking! I wonder if bottomless spanking on or by the lake is also against the Bylaws? ;-)



I just read about this punishment the other day on O&P Spanking Stories that seems more a European thing I think, which is being "made to dance" to a martinet, a small handled flogger.


The husband would make his wife stand bottomless (or nude), hands on head, as the martinet is whipped indiscriminately from knees to waist, front and back, causing the miscreant (i.e., me) to "dance" in place as she is whipped. I will buy a martinet for David to use on me like this. I guess the "P.G." version would be to do it with only my skimpy bikini bottoms on. Imagine being made to "dance" like that for sunbathing topless, in front of the males of my family. The top would only go back on after my whipping. I'm sure my nephews would love to see their Aunty Julie dancing topless like that under her husband's whip. I doubt my breasts would escape the whip under those circumstances. Oh dear, there I go again. I can't seem to discriminate fantasy from real-life DD. I'll have to put myself in David's hands to ensure I don't go overboard.

And other than boundary pushing, is it still a DD if I deliberately misbehave (or pretend to) knowing it will get me spanked "for cause"? For example, David hates, with a passion, drinking and driving. His rule for himself has evolved to simplicity itself: zero alcohol when driving. If I were to tell him I had a glass of wine or two before driving home? Hoo boy! That's the belt being taken off. I do think zero tolerance is too strict in reality. Stay under the legal limit, it's low enough. But the legal limit is considerably higher than my husband's limit for me, I'm sure.

Maybe every wife's license should have her husband's limit for her printed on it. Naughty wives caught exceeding their limits should be placed in handcuffs and taken straight back to their husbands for the swift administration of justice to her bare bum with the officers as the official witnesses.

I also swear a lot. You guys have probably noticed. David does not much like that either. I did specifically mention "mouth soaping" to him as alternative punishments, just throwing that out there.

And for some of you, you know who you are, I'll add that David gets annoyed at my tiny bladder capacity. I'm constantly making him stop at rest stops or pull over by the side of the road.


He'll ask me why I didn't "go" before we left. I didn't have to then! These conversations probably make me feel the most childish, as does pulling down my pants and panties to my ankles and squatting by the side of the road.


I have a small bladder, ok? Pack the diapers and the icy hot for long road trips from now on, I suppose, sigh.

I guess I'll have to give some thought as to how rebellious or bratty I ought to be. I'm thinking at least some. I'm still spirited, after all!

I will still spank David for a scene. I don't mind that at all! In fact, he says it will be a spanking offense for me if I don't scene him enough (that will be one we don't tell my parents about, along with the blowjob and swallowing ones!) :-) There's a twist on a Female DD! I also fully intend to remain sassy and provocative. I am comforted to know I have my man to keep me in line if I step over the boundary.

I know you guys are going to think I am crazy (like I did about those Christian DD people), and some of you may be disappointed that "Strict Julie" in fact turns out to be a spanked wife. Oh well. Sorry not sorry.

So far I have been good, and have kept to all of my resolutions and not misbehaved at all, so I am golden! Yay! But I know that if I slip, my husband will be right there with a firm hand to lovingly correct me and set me back on the right path, and cuddle me (and make love to me) afterwards.

I feel excited and am really looking forward to formally settling the parameters and then on to my new DD life!

P.S. I don't mind being teased about my "spanked wife" status, so no need for you guys to hold back at all in your comments. My resulting blushes are helpful to me. I don't at all mind you telling me what you would do with me if I was your wife or grown-up daughter, and in front of whom. I am still kinky!

As explained in my previous post, Embracing Female Domestic Discipline, I've come to the realization that I crave more externally-imposed discipline in my life: essentially where my husband spanks me for my transgressions.


To be honest, I don't 100% know why I want that, but I do. It gives me feelings of warmth and love to be disciplined in that childish way by my husband. And it's ridiculously exciting for me to be disciplined like that "for real" and to have other people know about it. It's re-awakened in me an intensity of sexual excitement I did not know I had.

I don't think there's actually a lot I need to change in my life, as I am a very disciplined person to begin with. But, you know, it's exhausting: to be always on top of everything all the time. And that includes my commitment to scene my husband as his Domme (which I will keep doing, btw, eagerly!), and my commitment to this blog (likewise!). But I also have a demanding job where I manage people, I manage a lot around the house, I help out my Mom and Dad a lot, I manage our taxes and finances, and I manage myself a lot (diet, exercise, ...). As I said, all that managing of things is exhausting.


When I was a little girl I was happy, carefree, mischievous, and sometimes got spanked for it. I did not need to hold myself accountable, I was held to account. I want, at least a little bit, a return to that for at least some portion of my life.


I've realized that what submissive tendencies I have are focused more around the above than anything else. When I am being submissive, I am thinking of a Daddy or Mommy figure being my dominant. It's a pretend version of being held to account. It pales against the real thing. My husband is very different in that regard. He has a great desire to be dominated, and some of those Mommy themes come up for him as well, but he has zero desire to turn it into anything more full-time. I don't think he fully understands why I do, but is very game nonetheless (and is a really good top to boot). He is a natural switch and loves it both ways.

As I mentioned, I am an organized girl, so to that end, with inspiration and guidance from Jennifer at the blog Domestic Discipline, Jenny style!, I've taken her example and used that as a basis to craft a Domestic Discipline Contract for my husband and I. I'm still working on it with David so any suggestions would be welcome.

It's at: Domestic Discipline Contract 1.0.

I've left comments enabled on that page, so if you have any suggestions regarding my contract, please leave them there. All input is welcome!

I'll walk you through it now.

It starts with some boilerplate, some definitions, and some details around term and renegotiation procedure. Basically aiming for April 20 to go into effect, with an initial renegotiation after 6 months and then automatically yearly renewal. So basically I am committing to give it a go for 6 months. That's what's solidly in my head.

The next big section is Duties and Obligations. It starts with my commitment to adhere to the contract and to defer to David's judgment regarding how to interpret it. It also includes David's commitment to take it seriously and to hold me accountable for everything and as soon as possible after any transgression.

The contract then goes on to a lengthy section that goes into details regarding the duties and obligations that I've agreed to hold myself to. This section was largely written by me, however David has had input and added (what I think is) one of the sillier clauses.

The first part involves respecting David as my disciplinarian. Basically I have to not resist my discipline and be all "Yes Sir / No Sir" during it. I added in myself that I may choose to address him as Sir outside the confines of the contract as well. I retained Jen's clause with modifications regarding Sexual Obedience. I said I'd be sexually obedient after I was disciplined on the day I was disciplined. With Jen that's more 24x7. I wanted it to be more right after punishment, not necessarily as punishment, but more to reinforce my submission and his dominance, as I knew I'd be feeling pretty subby after being disciplined by him!

Then there's a physical self care part about diet, exercise, and weight. I'll be setting my own goals, thank you very much, but I will be held accountable by David to set them and stick to them! There's a bit in there about me not drinking to excess. That was David's insertion. He really does not like me overdrinking, which I admit I sometimes do to my own detriment next day. It will be good to be held to account for that. In that section I'm also committing to keep myself 100% hair-free beneath my eyebrows. I guess that pussy is staying bare! It plays into my "little girl" thing. As a last clause I committed to maintain my "personal hygiene", especially in my anal/vaginal area, as that might get exposed at the drop of a hat now to goodness knows who. All the stuff in the contract about me being disciplined and exposed in front of others was all stuff I insisted be in there. David resisted, but it is does not compel him to do that, only makes it a possibility. He is dubious but knows how much I want it, so we'll have to see where that goes.

Next there's a housekeeping section that is pretty light. The most significant thing is me committing to cooking us a healthy meal a few times a week. I try, but do not always succeed now. I'll keep trying, but if I don't succeed in future, there will be consequences! See how that goes? I also committed to not make a mess, which I am pretty bad at, so that will likely get me spanked if nothing else does.

Next is a safety section where I agree not to take risks to myself or others (like what I got spanked for). David put in a "zero tolerance" for drinking and driving (I knew he would, sigh), and for non-hands-free cell phone use while driving.

I especially wanted a "Kink" section, where I'm committing to continue to scene david with the same enthousiasm I always have, and I can't use scenes to "get back at him" for discipline he gives me.

Because David raised it specifically, I added in an "Oral Sex" clause where I commit to getting better at giving it. David added a clause on never, ever, spitting out his ejaculate again (but I verified that snowballs are ok - where I push the cum into his mouth to swallow - at least when I'm not having to be sexually obedient following a punishment).

Finally there's a "Going Potty" clause. I DID NOT want this last clause in. The design and wording of this clause is 100% David's. I think it's a bit unfair, but I'm going to have to live with it. Though I admit it does play into my "little girl" vibe, which is why it's still there. Let me know what you think. Should I banish it, or give him a bone?

The next big section is DISCIPLINE. I had to think a lot about this one, and modified it considerably from Jen's version of same. Jen's DD involves a lot more and various "grown-up" punishments. I wanted mine to focus more exclusively on "little girl" discipline (but ratcheted up to have an impact on a grown woman). So, basically, OTK hand spanking on the bare bum ought to be the main form of discipline. We do explicitly list other "extensions" involving implements, alternate positions, and alternate states of undress. Anything mentioned is more ok and more in the spirit of the thing. And then there is a general waiver at the top "David may use his discretion to provide any Discipline not explicitly defined or explained in this Agreement within reason." In case he wants to mouth soap me, or diaper me or something, or clamp my tits or plug my butt or whatever. It's available, but it's not the point of the thing. I do get a safeword, of course. I'm mature enough to not use it unless it absolutely needs to be used, and have proven that on multiple occasions. It's there for safety.

I wrote all of the Types of Discipline section myself.  There is heavy emphasis on embarrassment for me. Lots of potential pussy exposure in front of others possible in the contract. As I said, David is not as keen as I on this, so I really wanted to spell it out, to let him know it's OK by me to go this far, and that in fact I obviously crave it as part of my discipline. I added Cornertime Discipline on top of Spanking Discipline. I was actually never put in the corner as a child, but the whole thing is so childish and embarrassing that I made it a "Grade A" sort of punishment, right beside Spanking.

The Discipline Timing/Location clause is straight out of Jen's contract. It basically says anywhere, anytime, in front of anybody, at his sole discretion. Same comment as above.

The Discipline Integrity clause is also lifted entirely from Jen, but in addition to the goal of me being Reflective, Remorseful, and Surrendered; I added in the element "Embarrassed", and I lifted some of the wording from an email from pen-pal Brett.

The Discipline Ceremony is then laid out for when we are alone at home. This is Jen's concept, but I modified it to be somewhat less "ceremonial" while still maintaining elements of that. This is the "being sent to your room" discipline, really.

Then there is the Immediate Discipline section, also a Jen concept, but modified by me to focus on public spanking discipline, and the embarrassment aspects. I mean if I want it so bad to write about it over and over and over again in my contract, I am hoping David will come around.

The final part of the contract is the Maintenance Session, whose precise execution is again a Jen concept. I figured if I went a few weeks without needing to be disciplined, I would need a spanking! Better that than "bratting" my way to one, which I think is a bit dishonest and counter to the spirit of things. The maintenance session is also where we can "course correct" (for me, respectfully, or else!). It's also where I list out anything that David may have missed since the last session that I may need to be disciplined for. This is both to continue being accountable, but also so David can learn the sorts of things he really should have spanked me on the spot for, but might have missed.

The end of the maintenance session is a really unique thing that Jen has in her contract and that made me totally blush, so of course it needed to stay in there! It involves a solo, witnessed, masturbation session for me. I am still self-conscious masturbating in front of my husband. I feel like he surely is able to see into my brain and see all my embarrassing naughty thoughts as I get myself off. I committed to telling him truthfully exactly the thoughts and images I got off to afterwards.

So that's about it. Please give it a read and let me know what you think. The link once again is:

It's done! I'm committed (or at least, ought to be committed!). Our Domestic Discipline Contract is fully signed and in effect.


It gives my husband David "spanking rights" over me when I transgress, as defined in the Contract. Signing occurred ahead of schedule on Wednesday, April 15. I made a ceremony of it. I cooked David a nice meal, and we shared a half bottle of red wine. I had previously prepared our living room with soft lighting and four candles on the coffee table around a printed copy of the Contract opened to the signature page. I surprised David by appearing for dinner completely nude. I served him, ate with him, and cleared, completely nude. He said that he "enjoyed the new me" ;-)

Afterwards we went hand-in-hand to the living room to sign. I lit the candles as he sat on the couch facing the coffee table. I knelt (still naked of course) on the other side of the coffee table. We each put our signatures to the contract and then we kissed.

David suggested that, without objection, today could be our first "Maintenance Session". Hells yes!

I'll describe the rest of the evening now. Forgive me if I don't recall the dialog exactly. I'll fill in blanks where I don't 100% remember, but this was the gist of it for sure.

He took my hand and he led me up to our bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed and he pulled me across his knee. He then gave me a pretty decent hand spanking that had my cheeks hot and rosy. This was my first spanking as an official "spanked wife", and it melted me! It was a step-level up in sexual excitement, me being in that state.


With every stroke I felt as if he owned me more and more. I was thinking that I would be subject to, actually subject to, discipline like this whenever he felt I had transgressed. I felt relaxed and happy, despite my increasingly sore bum.

Once he was done he let me up and had me sit on his lap. He hugged and kissed me and told me he loved me. I did the same. I told him I loved him very much and thanked him for doing this thing for me, for helping me to be a better woman.

He then put me on the floor at his feet, kneeling. He looked me in the eyes and asked if I had any feedback for him so far.


"No Sir. Everything is perfect Sir," I said. He chuckled at me. "And I don't suppose any Transgressions I missed from the living room up to the bedroom?". "No Sir," I said.

"Well then, I believe it's on to the Maintenance Spanking, if I recall our Contract?" he stated.

"Oh Yes Sir!" I replied.

I thought that it was very sweet that he was following the protocol exactly as I had laid it out, even if it was silly given our DD was all of 1 minute old when he declared a Maintenance Session. It showed a certain commitment which was very lovable at that moment.

The "Maintenance Spanking" is, and I quote from the Contract (VI.9),

"This Maintenance Spanking will be a spanking, but may include sensual stroking, digital clitoral stimulation, digital anal/vaginal penetration, and breast and nipple stimulation."

Oh boy!

I crawled back across his lap. He stroked and kneaded my bottom. He gave me sharp slaps. He massaged my ass into the crack, pushing his finger down towards my pussy. Oh my goodness. I was ready! So ready.

He made me spread my legs. He gave me light slaps to the insides of my thighs, going higher and higher. He touched my pussy with his fingers which sent an electric jolt through me. He gave me a light finger fucking.


He reached with his other hand and cupped my breast, kneading my tits and twisting and pulling my nipples. My nipples became rock hard and stuck out. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

He took his pussy hand away and started spanking my ass. He stopped and he fucked my vagina with his thumb, and then he took his thumb out and stuck it into my butthole while continuing to fuck my pussy with his other fingers. Oh no... not my bum... He reached my clit and stroked there. He took his hand out and spanked me some more.

He stood me up and walked me over to the corner. He whispered in my ear, "you stay there for a few minutes. You may touch yourself, but not too much." He meant, "don't cum".


My ass was hot, my vagina tingled wetly, and my breasts felt mauled. I grabbed my own breast with one hand and dove my other down to my pussy, where I continued stroking myself. I was soppy wet inside. Normally, I imagined, touching yourself while doing cornertime would earn you a serious spanking. But there was a specific exception for Maintenance (VI.10):

"Julie will be given corner time for sexual self-reflection as determined by David.  Unique to this corner time, Julie is allowed to touch her vagina, breasts, buttocks and anal area, but may not climax."

I took my hand out of my vagina and let it go behind me and stuck my middle finger deeply into my ass. Ohhhh! I moved the hand from my breast down to my vagina and started stroking my kitty. I pushed two fingers up into my cunt and fucked myself from in front and behind.

I couldn't see him, but I knew David was watching. He was watching his wife fucking her own ass and pussy at the same time, and writhing on the spot like a total whore. I was ass fucking myself with my finger, while my husband watched!!!

I was feeling very close to cumming, so I removed my hands and brought them both up to my breasts and played with them. I then put my hands down to my sides and just stood, electric with the sensations still coursing through me.

"Go lie on the bed," David said to me, and "masturbate while I watch."

"Yes Sir," I said breathlessly.

I dove onto the bed and began fingering my pussy.

me

I thought of David spanking me for being naughty. I turned over and continued fingering myself with one hand while giving myself spanks from the other. I said aloud, "I'm sorry Sir! Please! I won't do it again! Please..." I stuck the middle finger of my spanking hand deep up into my asshole. I think I said, "not like this, not like this" as I fucked my own ass and rubbed my clit hard. Then I came.

David had not said a word the whole time, though I felt his eyes acutely on me. I had completely humbled myself, OMG!

"I don't think you need to tell me what you were thinking of," he said to me.

"I was thinking of YOU, Sir," I told him. "And of you putting your finger in my butt while I was over your knee in front of a roomful of people..."

"Go on and kneel on the floor," said David. I got off the bed on shaky feet and did so.


I felt ashamed that I had fingered myself so wantonly and so thoroughly as he had watched. And after all the spanking, that I had spanked myself even more during masturbation, imagining it was my husband spanking me, and then sticking a finger, up my ass, and finger fucking me while everybody watched.

He sat in front of me, took my hands again, and I looked up into his eyes and said, "Thank you, Sir, for being here for me. I'm recommitting to fulfilling all my duties and obligations under our Contract, including giving you good blow jobs and scening the fuck out of you."

"Ah ah! Unladylike language. But I'm letting that pass given the context," he said.

"Thank you, Sir. I can say 'fuck' when we fuck, though, right?" I confirmed.

"Are you deliberately being a brat?" he asked.

"Never, Sir," I said, mock serious.

"Well that's good," he said. "Are you ready for your final spanking of the session?"

"Ooooh... I'm rethinking THAT part of the Contract," I said. I was joking. A bit.

"Well, we can talk about it in 6 months, I suppose," he said. Hoisted by my own petard.

"Yes, Sir," I said, resignedly.

He had me stand and crawl back over his knees.

"Are you ready?" he asked me.

"Yes, Sir," I said, with resignation.

OUCH! He slapped hard! And then again and again and again.


It was a real spanking, what the fuck!?! I probably got about 50 or so. Yikes!

"I just wanted to remind you what will happen if you're naughty," he said by way of explanation.

"Yes, Sir! Thank you Sir!" I said. There was nothing else to say!

He took me off his knees, lay on the bed, and I lay beside him.

"You're a beautiful person, and sexy has hell," he told me.

BEAM!

"You're beautiful and sexy too," I told him.

"I love you, baby," he told me.

"I love you Daddy," I said back to him. I do sometimes call him Daddy when I'm feeling in that kind of mood. "Daddy?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"May I practice my blow jobs on you, please?" I asked.

"You certainly may," he answered.

I took off all his clothes, and then crawled down to his feet, and crawled back up beside his legs like a naked little kitty. I took his cock in my hand. My husband has a big beautiful cock. I looked up into his eyes, and then I dove down onto his penis.


I had done a bit of research. I tried to make it extra salivaee, and I used my hands a lot in addition to my mouth. I varied stuff up. I involved his balls. I kissed and I licked. He seemed to be really liking it. Before too long he pushed me away, not 'cause he wasn't liking it, 'cause he was liking it too much! Ha!

"How was that?" I asked him, feeling "cocky".

"Big improvements," he said, "I see you've already put some work into it."

"Was it as good as Sue's?" I asked him. My sister had blown him once. Without my permission, as "payback" for me pushing her beyond her comfort zone once. She thought she'd tromp right over mine.

"Sue's is still better," said David, teasing me, "but I've seen her pussy now, and yours is much prettier and I'm sure much nicer to fuck."

He put me onto my back, stuffed a pillow under my hips, spread my legs, and shoved his hard cock deep into my cunt. He gave me a very decent fucking! David's "staying power" has been improving with age.


As he was fucking me, he said things like, "you going to get spanked when you've been a naughty girl?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Right across my knee, bare naked, spanked until you're rosy red? Put into the corner with your bare bum showing, like a naughty little girl? Where everyone can see you and know you've been spanked?"

"Oh Yes Sir! Please Sir!"

"You're a spanked wife now, aren't you? And everybody's going to know it. You'd better not misbehave, you little tramp. Don't think I'll take it easy on you."

He called me a "little tramp!" ;-)

"I won't... misbehave... Sir!" I promised him.

He did those noise things and thrust deep into me (ouch!) and came deep inside of me, spasming his cock in my pussy. He rolled off me and gathered me into his arms. "That was the most amazing sex I have ever had," he told me.

"Spanked wife sex?" I asked.

"Spanked wife sex," he agreed.

I'm trying to get David to give me a spanking at my parents' place. Behind closed doors is fine. I would come down a little contrite and teary-eyed and we would explain to my parents our new DD lifestyle (see DD Contract). That's my dream, anyways. I'm going to try to make it come true.

Oh Gosh. There is Dad and Mom watching David give me a spanking on the bare - I wish!

As backdrop, David and I just signed our DD Contract (full backstory is linked from there as well), which means we have formally agreed he should spank me when I misbehave in certain defined ways. It was entirely my idea. David did have some input into what constitutes misbehaviour, and was a bit more aggressive than I would have been in certain areas, but that's fair enough.

I made sure the Contract gave David leeway in spanking me outside of the home and in front of witnesses. I think the main point of spanking discipline for a grown woman is embarrassment, and that is the most embarrassing manifestation of it. So when I crave this sort of discipline, I am craving that as part of it.

Plus, this whole need of mine to be spanked as an adult likely goes back to the bare bum spankings I received as a child across my Mom and Dad's knees (which were infrequent, mild, and well-deserved). So it's a special fixation of mine to have my parents know my status as a spanked wife, and for them to even participate in some way (if only as passive witnesses to a disciplining, even if I am removed to a different room for it).

David was reticent about all the public stuff, and of involving non-kinky others (such as my parents). The Contract allows for it (encourages it even), but does not require it (he would not have signed if it did).

The number of people we interact with is currently limited owing to Coronavirus. It consists only of we two, my Mom and Dad, and my older sister Sue (five total - which is the current limit in Ontario). We have maintained Sunday dinner at my Mom and Dad's as an area of normalcy amidst the pandemic, and we keep a good distance from Mom especially as she is vulnerable owing to a heart condition.

Sue knows all about my DD Contract. I sent a copy to her for her review. She thinks the entire thing is certifiably insane, and I get it.  She's into the kink, but not at all into the "real thing", and the only way she can reconcile it is to believe it's all kink anyways, despite my assurances to the contrary. She thinks I am just lying to her or to myself. It's a question I have wrestled with myself. What comes first, the chicken or the egg? No question there is sexual excitement for me. Is my sexual excitement incidental to the discipline I crave for my own emotional well-being; or do I just crave the sexual excitement and am using this as an excuse to make it even more exciting for me, more a fantasy come true? Of course, it would not occur to me to do it without the sexual excitement aspect, but which is it? Likely an unanswerable question. I just know it makes me feel more emotionally whole, and sexually excites me at the same time, so whatever.

I now want my parents to know about my new situation as well. Both Sue and David think it's a bad idea. But I want it. I told Sue I wanted to spur a discussion on Sunday. Sue said I had better do it without her, as she would be of no help whatsoever. She'd just have to sit there and not say what was on her mind, so she said she would beg off Sunday dinner this week with some excuse.

David thinks it's a bad idea also, telling them about the whole Domestic Discipline Contract thing, but he is hardly one to complain, as it was him who said "and if she does it again, she's getting a spanking" at Sunday dinner referring to the ice cream escapade that started this whole train in motion. It was at my instigation, I admit. He agreed on my request to a little good-natured teasing of me in front of my Mom and Dad, because I begged and he can't resist my big eyes when I do that.


We'd done it before more in a play context and my folks were fine with it, my Dad especially getting a kick out of it and joining into the teasing, as he did again this last time. My Mom did not engage, but she was not upset either.

I suggested to David that I deliberately misbehave while at my Mom and Dad's. Something like carrying out too many dishes at once when clearing, and him warning me about that, and then me doing it anyways, and then breaking a glass. That would be a good spankable offence. He could maybe take me into the upstairs guestroom to spank me, and then we can come down and tell my parents what's up with us. We don't need to mention a formal contract or anything.

David resisted. He said deliberate misbehaviour on my part was not in the spirit of our DD. Yes, yes. But there are exceptions! Without the spanking part, he did grudgingly agree that if I could find the words, then I could explain it to them, as long as I let them know that it was 100% my idea, and not get into any of the kinkier "public" stuff, "sex" stuff, or "ceremony" stuff in my Contract at all.

That whole idea for breaking the glass and all was spawned from a comment exchange I had with Glenmoretales. He was egging me on to do something spankable at my Mom and Dad's, and even promised me some relevant artwork if I carried through. He's the devil! In fact, he told me he already started on the artwork, but nobody asked him to do that, but now it's even harder to back out.


So David is appearing to be shutting me down, but I am feeling rebellious.  I have decided that I would carry through on my plan regardless of David's wishes. This is too important to me. David would know exactly what I was doing, of course. By he's not the boss of me. I figured there's a few ways this can turn out.

1. He may foil me by saying nothing and spanking me back at home.
2. He may explain to my parents exactly what I was up to and embarrass the heck out of me and then spank me back at home.
3. He may do #2 above and spank me there (in the guestroom - zero chance of in front of parental units).
4. He may think I'm cute and go along with it, and give me my spanking there (in the guestroom). Likely inevitable that I get punished at home as well for the deceit.
5. Alternatively, he could just rip up the Contract and say "fuck you" to me - not sure I would blame him.

The worst of those possibilities is of course the last (or some milder variant, such as a "talking to"🙄), but I think it's unlikely.

If he does choose to treat it as something within the confines of our Contract, then for sure, regardless of what else, he'll spank me at home. While the Contract says it's mainly hand spanking, for this I'm pretty sure it would be something more severe, like strap or cane or something, and potentially hours with my nose in the corner. If this happens, I will be a sorry little girl, no doubt. But hey, if you can't do the time, don't do the crime.

Ironically, there's probably no good clause in the Contract that covers this sort of misbehaviour, but I don't think he will care, and I would not raise it or blame him in the least.

Well... wish me luck! A funny kind of luck, because my best case outcome is a hyper-embarrassing spanking in the guestroom at Mom and Dad's, some further embarrassing admissions to them about being a spanked wife, and then the strap or cane back home with like, an entire day in the corner or something!


You don't have to tell me, I already know: dumb spanked wife.

Went to my parents' place for Sunday dinner. Having just signed my sparkly new DD Contract, I was keen to tell my Mom and Dad about it, misguided as that may seem to some of you. I really wanted to tell them especially, while having a bit of a... fantasy, I guess you could call it... of being spanked in front of them, or at least near them. I don't totally understand why I want that, or even why I want to tell my parents about the Contract, but I feel I do, and after having done it, I think I understand it better, which we'll get into below.

My initial concept for "telling them" was deceitful and I regret it now. It took awhile to back me away from it. My older sister said it was a bad idea. My husband said it was a bad idea. I even argued with both of them about it. I made a defiant post about it (Spanking at Parents?) where I indicated that I intended to force my husband's hand, and was met with a deluge of universal condemnation from you guys for my idea. So ok, a girl can take a hint. Thank you all, by the way. As one comment best summed it up "currently you seem to be guided by your pussy rather than by your brain." Ouch. Guilty as charged...

My initial concept was to deliberately do something "spankable", and then have David spank me on the spot. When David refused, I decided I would do the thing anyways and "force his hand" to see what would happen.

How I imagined it would go down. Spanking to follow! (courtesy Glenmoretales)

Ok, a whole bunch of things wrong with that plan. Deliberate misbehaviour is totally against the spirit of my DD Contract. Defying David and attempting to force his hand is just plain wrong. It would be deceiving my parents. David had no interest in participating in that way whatsoever. Breaking a glass, even under those circumstances, would seem trivial and contrived. My parents hearing their daughter being struck might consider it abuse and react accordingly. It was involving them in our lifestyle too abruptly, with no chance of their signalling displeasure so we could back off. I could go on. Dumb dumb dumb thinking, I admit now.

I apologized to David soon after coming to my senses on Friday evening. He was glad I was thinking clearly. Despite this type of misbehaviour not being explicitly called out in our Contract, I suggested it was worthy of a Disciplining, which he agreed with and said would occur after Sunday dinner (back at home, of course). I suggested, tongue-in-cheek,  he should spank my pussy, because she was the one that gave me such bad advice, but he went for the more traditional spanking discipline. We'll get back to that later.

David and I did agree that we could speak to my parents about my new DD lifestyle. I would do most of the talking, and emphasize that it was 100% me driving it all. You would think that was a step down from what I had planned, but I felt way better about this plan, and after settling into it got way nervous about carrying it out.

When I told Sue my initial deceitful plan, we argued and she wanted no part of it and decided not to attend Sunday dinner this week. So I called Sue and apologized to her as well. She approved of my new plan, but thought it best that she continue staying away so that David and I could talk to my Mom and Dad alone.

So we were all set for Sunday dinner.


David and I got there and we made it all the way through dinner talking about this and that. I got up to clear, and believe me I was very careful not to break anything, OMG! We served dessert and midway through dessert I raised it. I'll try to recall our dialog as closely as I can. I was pretty nervous talking about it, which I'll try to convey in my part of the dialog below.

"Mom, Dad, there's something going on that David and I, well me really, wanted to tell you about."

They looked concerned...

I went on quickly, "ummm. Well.... I guess you sort of know, that well, ummmm, sometimes I get David to, like, spank me?"

It's so hard talking about spanking with your parents! The "spank me?" had a distinct Valley Girl lift to it, which I normally despise.

They both smiled and looked relieved. I guess they thought I was going to say something worse! It was my Mom who spoke first, with a bit of a smile in her voice: "Your Father and I sort of figured that out, yes."

Yes. Not a big dark secret.

I've written extensively about my Dad before (e.g.,Daddy's Little Girl), but I should explain a few things about my Mom for context. And no, I don't sexually fixate on Mom! My Mom worked her whole life. She started out as a teacher, and later became an education administrator pretty high up in the government hierarchy. She helped a lot of women to get ahead, and was an advocate for women's rights. She broke a few glass ceilings. She's retired now on a full pension. She's a smart woman, an educator/leader, and she was always professionally into stuff like psychology, self-hypnosis, primal therapy, and alternative stuff like that as an educator, looking for new approaches to education. So open-minded for sure.

My plan was to tell them I've been feeling stressed lately, but that the spanking David gave me made me feel a lot more centered, so I asked David to help me more along those lines.

Accordingly, I went on: "Recently I've been feeling a bit out of sorts really. Nervous. Distracted, Feeling like I'm slipping on the goals I set for myself."

"We're all feeling that way now," said Mom, referring to the pandemic.

I answered, "it's been going on for a bit longer than that with me, but yeah, this does not make it better. You remember a couple of weeks ago when David and I told you about that thing where I went out to get ice cream for no good reason. I mean, I'm even trying to slim down a little above everything else. He and I argued about it, and he... well, he spanked me."

It's so hard saying the words "spanked me" to Mom and Dad, especially in this context of me needing discipline.

"We thought that was a bit of fun?" said my Dad.

I knew that was what they thought, just based on the teasing comeback at the time.

"Yes, and no. I was deliberately being a bit bratty with David. And we certainly do play like that, so David just did it, more for real than for play? And afterwards it made me feel a whole lot better. Calmer. More at peace? And I wanted to tell you guys about it..."

"Do you think you're reacting to the stress by trying to find your inner child?" Asked Mom.

Yeah, that's Mom.

"Probably. Is that bad you think?" I asked her.

"Don't judge yourself," she answered. "It's neither good nor bad. It's maybe just what you need right now and that might change later."

That was acceptance, right? Mom is great, isn't she? I think blog readers have gotten the wrong impression of my Mom, mainly because I fixate on my Dad so much and she's been mentioned only obliquely. But I get a lot of my strength and determination from my Mom's example. With her retired and doing more grandmotherly stuff now, every now and then I need to be reminded of how accomplished she had been in her professional life, and how she still carries those skills and thought processes.

I went on, "I do seem to need it right now. So I did a bit of research online, and I got this idea to write up, like, a little contract sort of thing? Where I write down everything I want to be held accountable for and ask David to hold me accountable... you know... in that way."

"With a spanking?" confirmed my Mom. As opposed to my mealy-mouthed articulation of the word, or avoidal of it entirely, Mom just came right out and said it clear as day!

"Yes," I answered. "It's what I think I need right now. It makes me feel good. I need you to know, though, that it's all my idea. David was reluctant. He thinks it's silly. Like I'm sure you do."

"Not silly. It's sweet," said my Mom.

I'm sure I was beaming at the affirmation, or would have been had I not been so embarrassed.

I continued, "we just wanted you to know, in case you hear about it or anything like that. I want you to know I'm not, like, an abused wife or anything like that. It was entirely, I mean 100% my idea totally. I really had to talk him into it." I reached out and grabbed David's hand for support. "And don't worry, he's never too hard on me or anything, nothing I can't take, and we have a special word I can use just in case it's too much. It's more just kind of... childish and embarrassing I guess?"

That sort of hung out there. Both Mom and Dad seemed to think about it and then nod affirmatively, as in, yeah, if we squint we can see it, and if it's what you want.

"Tell them about where you want to get spanked," continued David.

Dad totally misinterpreted! "On her big bare bum I imagine?" He said.

Oh geeze. Mister bull in the China shop compared to my Mom's delicate surgery. And it's not that big!

I clarified, "Daddy! No, he means where as in 'in what location'. I told David he should do it wherever I am, like here, or at the cottage, or wherever."

I was surprised David had prompted me like that. I thought he totally disapproved of the idea of spanking me at my Mom and Dad's.

"Yeah, I wasn't so sure about that part," said David, confirming my thoughts about how he felt about it, and likely shutting it all down by saying that. But then why raise it, I thought? Maybe he wanted to shut it down :-(

Then my Mom really surprised us by saying, "well you be careful, and not when Nancy or her boys are around."

Wait. Hold the presses. It took me a second in real time, but that was Mom not objecting to the whole concept, right? Nancy is my younger sister and viscerally does not approve of my "fun and games". And her sons are a bit young. But rather than shutting the whole concept down with a big fat NO, Mom just added some conditions, but sort of implicitly approved the concept. Right? I wasn't imagining things? David had the same read, I confirmed later on.

"No, not Nancy or the boys, of course," I agreed, blushing furiously. You know when you can feel a hot flush in your cheeks and your heart skips. Like that!

"Tell your Mom and Dad about the argument we had," David said. Oh blush! Unbelievably, the way the conversation had proceeded, bless his heart, but it appeared as if David was setting me up for a guestroom spanking! Confessing now took on a new meaning. I was likely going to get spanked here, in my parents' house (the house I grew up in, by the way - at one point what is now the guestroom was my room).

"Ummm... yeah... I had this stupid idea that I would carry too many dishes out and deliberately break something so David would have an excuse to spank me up in my old room or something. And that would break the ice and then we could talk about this. And then I argued with him when he said it was a dumb idea."

"Oh honey," said Mom, "You don't need to break a dish to have a conversation with us."

"Yeah I know. Sorry," I said. And then I, stupidly (!) used a babytalk voice and said, "David says he's going to spank me for it after." Oh how humiliating I would use that tone of voice. It's not what our DD is about. I'm not a "little". I don't know what got into me.

"Well I guess that's up to you two," said Mom, ignoring my babytalk voice.

That's when my marvellous man just damned the torpedoes and actually did it.

"She'd like it if she got spanked here for that, do you mind?" asked David.

What a question! He is magnificent. Very, very brave. And he did it for me. Totally for me. But when he said "here", he meant (and I confirmed it later) 'here' as in upstairs in the guestroom. But then my Dad...

"Sure, Let's see how you do it," said my Dad.

Ack! Dad got the idea 'here' meant here here I think!! But then my Mom...

"Go ahead," said my Mom, shaking her head. "Nothing we haven't seen before when she was a child. I blame myself," she added.

Ack! Ack! 'Seen Before'? She expects to 'See It'. Ack! And she actually compared this to my spankings when I was eight. It was like, no big deal, we spanked her when she was eight, what's the difference? Hello? BIG difference! Mom! Dad! I'm a grownup! I'm a wife! I thought all that, my heart pounding in my chest. Literally pounding with the adrenaline. Oh No! This was going too fast! What had I gotten myself into???

Afterwards, David said he was initially not even going to raise spankings outside the home, but when my parents were so no big deal about my spankings, he thought he would broach it as a possible future thing, for my sake, because he knew I wanted it, and then see how they would react. When they reacted no big deal to that as well, David went for it and angled to get me spanked upstairs in the guestroom as I had originally wanted. That's what he meant when he used the word 'here'. He did not intend 'on the spot here'. But my boy is quick on his feet. When Dad and Mom were both "Sure, spank her right here," my fate was sealed.

Regarding Mom's "I blame myself" comment, I'm sure she meant she was the professional educator and was late in giving up spanking us kids. I've always imagined it was her who put her foot down when the question came up for Nancy (actually, my last spanking was from Mom, and she really lost her cool. I bet she felt guilty over that!). But when she said "I blame myself", was that for letting the spankings continue when the research was against it, or was she blaming herself for turning me into an adult spanko? That's me analyzing what was said as I write this. Me at the time was sort of in a daze!

David stood and moved his chair away from the table and towards the corner of the room. It was not lost on me that he oriented the chair so that my butt would be pointed towards my Dad and Mom. If he spanked me bare bum... oh gosh!

David sat and called me over. Boy but I felt myself blushing! It felt like I was walking through molasses.

"Pants up or pants down?" David asked my Mom and Dad. Oh no! I was disappointed. Why did David have to ask?!? My Mom and Dad would take this as an opportunity to turn my spanking into a PG nothing version. My heart dropped.

"Need to keep your eye on your work," said my Dad with a wink. I mean, a literal wink. As in, a single-eye blink.

Dad!

"Oh Doug!" said my Mom, but did not say more.

Holy shit! Would it be bare bum?

"You heard your Dad, get those jeans down to your ankles," David said.

This was actually happening. This was ridiculous! My tummy churned, and I was breathing hard as the adrenaline coursed through me anew. I lowered my jeans, being careful to retain my panties. Would David pull them down? He wouldn't. He couldn't. Would he ask? Or had it already been asked and answered?

I was standing facing David, my jeans at my ankles, with just panties on beneath the waist. They were a simple cotton print panty. Little flowers. Oh blush. I could not see Mom and Dad, but I felt their eyes on my panty-clad butt, especially my Dad's! But that's no big deal, right? It's just like a bikini bathing suit, right? Even more modest than that.


David gave me a smile and reached his two hands out and grabbed the waistband of my panties. David told me after that he felt safe in interpreting my Dad's remark of "keeping your eye on your work" in only one possible way. He acted accordingly and he lowered my panties down to my knees. Ok, this was way more than my bikini. I was mooning my parents!

That's my Mom and Dad's grown daughter's actual bare bum! That was their view!

David pulled me gently by my arm down across his lap. I pinned my legs together and I was stiff as a board. So much for my fantasies of a "pussy show" for my Dad. I was legit mortified!

"Head down," said David, pushing my head and my legs gently down towards the carpet. Oh no. David was not allowing me to get away with it. I knew my pussy would be visible. It could not be otherwise. I softened submissively and bent fully over David's knee.

The photo above was taken of me as I was being spanked over a man's knee with my panties at half-mast. So I know exactly what my Mom and Dad saw as David lowered my panties to half-mast and took me across his knee. How unimaginably humiliating for a grown daughter!

I felt David's hand on my butt cheek.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"yes, sir" I said quietly, absolutely mortified with embarrassment.

"Why are you getting this spanking?" He asked me. Oh gosh. I have to speak? This is straight out of the Contract.

I could barely squeak the words out: "I was going to be deceitful with you and Mom and Dad, and I argued with you about it when I should have known better."

There is nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, more embarrassing than for a grown wife to have to squeak out her misbehaviour with her pants and panties lowered while draped across her husband's lap, knowing a spanking was coming, with her bare bottom and bare private parts on display to her parents. NOTHING!

"That's right," said David. "I'm going to give you twenty hard spanks, ok?"

He never tells me how many I would get. I guess that was for Mom and Dad's benefit. And 20 was very quick. I usually get, like, hundreds! David wisely thought he didn't want to sour the proceedings by them thinking he was going too hard on me. I only got around 20 or fewer when I was eight-years-old, after all.

"Yes, Sir," I said, accepting my "sentence". Just please to God get it over with! I was hanging out here!


He lifted his hand and spanked my right cheek. I would classify the spank as medium-hard. It was a resounding whack by most people's standards. I remember gasping and whimpering a little, more from the embarrassment than from the smack. Mainly I was flushed and hyper-ventilating from being a grown woman spanked bare across her husbands knee in front of her parents!

He took his time, about two seconds between spanks. He strictly alternated cheeks. It was all over in less than a minute. I kept my composure for the first dozen. After that the spanks hurt more and I yipped with each and felt my bottom writhing across his lap. David had made sure Daddy got a good pussy show. The chair placement. The panties at my knees. My head pushed down to bend me over more. He absolutely knows I obsess over that and had taken the opportunity to make sure it happened in real life. The thought of what I was showing Daddy (and Mommy) burns into me still, and I'm sure will never be erased. There's no doubt a whole blog post in analyzing all my conflicting feelings, but it was what I craved, for sure.

I was very emotional from that spanking. After the full enormity of the situation hit me around the fifth spank, I felt myself tearing up. By the last few spanks I was openly bawling. "I'm sorry," I cried out. David finished the twenty spanks, looked down at my no doubt rosy butt cheeks, and told me "I think you've learned your lesson."


He stood me back up. He leaned down and pulled my panties back up my legs, covering me.

"Pull your jeans back up," David told me. I bent over and did so. David took me into his arms and hugged me, and I hugged him back and said "thank you".

He sent me back to the dinner table to sit. He restored his chair to the table and sat as well.

"That was very cute," said my Mom, "feel better?" she asked me with a smile.

I nodded my head yes. I did. It wasn't sexual. I just felt loved and cared for by everyone there. And very embarrassed.

"David gave you quite a red bum," my Dad said.

"It's a little sore," I agreed.

"I'll bet it is," said Dad with a chuckle.

"And definitely not in front of Nancy and the boys," my Mom added. Oh gosh, she was referring to my vagina!

"No no, of course not," I promptly agreed, feeling my face flush.

"Sue knows, I suppose?" asked my Mom.

"Yes," I answered. "She's spanked me too," I added in a blurting of honesty. Why did I volunteer that???

My Mom laughed. "She's always wanted to. She thought it very unfair that we stopped spanking you younger than she."

We were having a spanking conversation with my Mom!

I decided I should wrap things up. "Thank you," I said, taking a deep breath. "I feel much better now. Very loved and cared for by you all."

"Good," said my Mom. "Now is grownup Julie back at the table?" She asked.

"Yes she is. Albeit sitting on a sore tush," I joked.

"Good. Let's clear up the dessert dishes and then go sit more comfortably," said Mom.

Ha ha. She didn't mean because of my tush. She always says that, at every dinner, to signal that we should go to the living room and chat.

I leapt up and cleared like you imagine a very well-spanked wife would. But more to just do something so as not to have to talk about it more! When I joined the others in the living room the conversation had been moved along to the usual topics. I took a seat gracefully and curled up my legs on the couch. I smiled at my Dad and he winked back at me. He's a winker.

On the way out we got one more quick spanking reference, from my Mom. During the goodbyes she said to David, "feel free to spank her anytime you're over." Oh Gosh! She didn't have to volunteer that!

We went back home. On the way home, and more of it back home, we analyzed and re-analyzed everything, many times over. David said he thought it was nice that he didn't need to worry about spanking me in front of my older sister or my parents. Oh blush!

He also decided that my twenty spanks, given the circumstances, was a sufficiently memorable punishment for me and nothing further was required. I agreed!

So I guess this means that it will be "open season" on my bare butt at my Mom's house and at the cottage. David teased that he's for sure not holding back now, and may even "save up" my misbehaviour for Sunday dinners! I think he's teasing. But what if he's not...

Will this be me from now on????

Mommy, Daddy, and Big Sister Sue watching me get my spanking from David. (courtesy Glenmoretales)

And the teasing!

David looking far too pleased with himself! (courtesy Glenmoretales)

So that was it. Wild ride! I never, ever, expected it to go down like that. No way! My parents didn't treat it at all like something kinky, they treated it as if I wanted to regress to being a child, and that my bare bum spankings were part of that. They seemed to think no more of seeing me bare than when I was eight years old.

Parents can surprise you, I guess!

Thank you everybody for all your help. The honest approach was absolutely the best way to go, and I was amply "rewarded" for it.

After all of that, I feel like spanking me some man butt now! ROAR!

For some reason, the topic of "pussy whipping" has been floated around my Inbox recently. A French pen pal forwarded a certain French Pornhub video clip and wrote to me as follows.

Pour toi qui est devenue officiellement une petite pute! C'est comme cela que je m'occuperais de toi. J'ai toujours trouvé David trop gentil avec toi. Trop doux. J'espère que cela t'inspire, petite pute. C'est comme cela qu'on doit traiter les salopes dans ton genre.

Translation:

For you who officially became a little whore! This is how I would deal with you. I always found David too kind with you. Too soft. I hope that this inspires you, little whore. This is how we should treat sluts like you.

The English sounds way harsher than the intent! French is the language of love and lust and he and I have bantered together for years. I've encouraged him to write me in the dirtiest, filthiest terms possible so I can practice my French comprehension skills.

Anyways... on to the video he sent. I did a bit of research. The couple is Demian and Mary. She is 24 years-old. From the variety of videos, and her evident enthusiasm for a range of activites, she is obviously into it. Let's have a look and I'll tell you my feelings after.

The video he sent is a 17 minute severe pussy whipping. She starts with her hands bound tightly behind her, ass up and spread. He has a thick doubled-up leather belt in his hand.


He starts by whipping her across her ass and directly up into her pussy. Throughout she is shaking and screaming. She has trouble holding position, but as soon as she falls she immediately, mostly under her own power, scrambles back to present herself properly for the next stroke of his belt like a good slave girl.

At a certain point he frees her hands so that she can hold herself spread wide for him, allowing the belt to penetrate into the even more tender tissues deeper inside her vagina. 


She works very hard at keeping herself spread for him, and at times her hands look like they're practically ripping her cunt lips apart for him.

He puts the belt down and gets out a lamp cord and continues her beating with that.


He is not gentle with it. She is severely whipped. This is what she looks like by the end.


She will not be fucking comfortably for quite some time, though Demian usually includes a fucking as part of her punishment anyways.




You can view the video here: Hard ass and pussy spanking with belt for young slave girl

Here is another from them along the same lines.

Long pussy whipping with a young beauty, moans and trembles with excitement

These are her poor pussy lips most of the way through that beating.


 Look how red and sore-looking they are...

And another where he focuses more on the bottom hole and uses the belt there, then fucks her afterwards.

The trembling ass is spanked by a strap and fucked in pussy

Another pen-pal, quite independently sent me this photo with the captioned question.

RxForJulie.png In all seriousness - did David do this to you last evening?

Yet another pen pal also could not keep his eyes off it and felt really really guilty afterwards. He wanted me to tell him how it felt. I suggested it may be similar to taking a belt to his exposed cock tip. So... he did.



So, what do I think of these pussy whipping videos?


It seems some of my readers think David is going too easy on me :-)

I must admit that I could not tear my eyes away for the 17 minute train wreck of a pussy whipping that poor girl took.

Yes, I would like that, though would be scared if I could take it. I'd be willing to give it a try...

I imagine I did something really, really bad, like let a guy fuck me without David's permission. He wants a divorce. I beg him to stay! He stays under one condition: a severe pussy whipping with a hard fucking afterwards. Let the punishment fit the crime.

What do you guys think of those videos?  Let me know in the comments. Do you think I should be subject to that? No holds barred!

As you know, through a series of strange events I wound up getting myself spanked bare bum by my husband in front of my Mom and my Dad.


Yup. In the dining room, across my husband's lap, pants at my ankles, panties at my knees, my bare bum directly facing and not five feet away from my Dad. David reddened my bottom with 20 resounding smacks, and I started crying a bit from the emotions. You can read all about it in Honesty is the Very Best Policy.

It really wasn't a spanking for anything. I wanted to "come out" to my parents as a spanked wife, and I guess this was more demonstration than punishment as things turned out. Oh yes, there was a "thought crime" of me thinking I would do the coming out in a more theatrical manner with some dish breaking involved, but I didn't do it in the end. And there was a question of a bit of an argument about it with my husband. But if I'm being honest, the spanking I got was more because David asked on my behalf if I could be spanked in their house (the house I grew up in and where I was spanked as a child), and my Mom and Dad assumed we were asking if I could be spanked in front of them, and they agreed, and then David just went with that. So that's a thing, apparently.

My Mom especially was really understanding. She's into "alternative therapies" sorts of things, and I "sold it" as me feeling down and wanting to reconnect to my inner child. Hence the reason I was in a spanking relationship with my husband, and my craving to be spanked in an embarrassing fashion in my childhood home where they could know about it.

My older sister Sue (who is lesbian) knows all about my husband's and my spanking fetish, and even joins in pretty freely and enjoys the fetish herself. My recently getting into a more "disciplinary style" relationship with my husband is something she does not get, but "fine whatever" is her attitude. Sue elected to stay away from that Sunday dinner to give me and David some privacy to "come out". During the conversation Mom asked if Sue knows because Mom knows that Sue and I are very close. I answered that she did know, and then blurted that Sue has spanked me as well, which is true, but no reason that Mom and Dad need to know that, and really, really not my business to tell them.

Next day I called Sue to tell her all about the previous night's events. She was pretty surprised that I got myself spanked bare butt in front of them! I told her the whole story, and then I apologized to her for blurting out private information about her involvement. She did not seem terribly fussed. I reassured her that my comments were taken as me asking her to do it more for disciplinary reasons at my request. She laughed when I related Mom's comment that she thought Sue always wanted to spank me as she thought I got off too easy as a kid.

Sue really dug into all the details. She wanted the complete how, what, where, when, why breakdown. She wanted to know exactly where David placed the chair and which way it was facing. She wanted to know what I was wearing, and then when and how my pants were taken down, and likewise for my panties. She wanted to know if I thought Dad had a clear view of me as I was being spanked (he certainly did). She called me a total perv. She wanted to know how many spanks and how hard. If it was just his hand or did I get the wooden spoon, as she certainly would have given me the wooden spoon, or handed it to David had she been there. Was I red at the end? Did I cry? Was I wet? Did I need to stand in the corner? Was I facing them at any time with my pants and panties down? And all that. She also wanted all the details of all the conversation. She said she'd phone Mom and tell her we talked and get her thoughts and relay them back to me.

Two days later I'm talking again to Sue. She had had a nice long phone conversation with Mom, mostly about me. Sue said that Mom sort of defended my choices. That I was clearly feeling a bit blue and was escaping things by regressing to a more childish state with the "spanking nonsense". Mom said how I had used "baby talk" when discussing it with them. Sue asked why they let me do it in front of them> Mom said because David and I had asked and she saw no harm in it, and was actually interested to observe the dynamic. She said I was very much like a child. That the spanking was not very hard but that I was crying softly at the end, and seemed as if I had a burden lifted. So she thought it was fine. She also said "and anyways your father enjoyed the show." (!!!)

Mom asked Sue about her spanking me. Sue said that David and I were really very kinky, and she's seen more than a few spankings over the years as a favour to me, but the "real discipline" thing is relatively new. Sue said that I had a preview of that as I had pushed some inappropriate boundaries with her, and had payed the price with a long hard session with the big wooden spoon across her lap, which is what I had referred to.

So, Mom thinks I'm searching for my "inner child" through spanking, and Dad "enjoyed the show". Yeesh!

My thoughts with almost a week's perspective. My husband, my Dad, my Mom, and even my Big Sister to a certain extent, have merged into this one "parental figure". I kind of like that they all know. It makes me feel warm and comfy inside.

The spanking in front of my parents was out of the blue. I really was going there with zero expectation of any spanking happening. I was going to explain to them my choice to become a spanked wife, and to get a reaction and maybe lay some groundwork for something to happen slowly down the line. I wasn't even expecting an accepting reaction. So I really had to screw up all my courage just to go that far.

When David made me talk about my silly glass breaking idea, and my desire to be spanked outside of the home, I felt something was coming. When he then asked their permission to spank me there, my heart fluttered. But I really thought we would be going upstairs for my spanking, which is what we had discussed but discarded as being too risque, and would have been bad enough. Instead, my parents immediately assumed we meant right there, in the dining room, in front of them. I started hyper-ventilating at that point! David had the good sense to ask pants up or pants down, and my Dad had the bad sense to suggest that David needed to keep his eye on his work.

Dad didn't even need to think about that. He said that right away. I think he actually wanted to see his grown daughter stripped bare below the waist (and likely above the waist as well!). David, on the other hand, was a total perv and oriented me and bent me over in such that my Dad had a closeup view of my pussy writhing and winking at him from between my legs as my husband spanked me.

This is me. And this is literally the view I presented to my Dad.

It's just too fucking embarrassing. I've been studying some photos of myself that I've posted in the past, like the one above. That is what he saw. Not only that, but that across my husband's knee getting my bum spanked, with the inevitable moving around of the legs that entails as the spanks start having more effect. What, the actual, fuck????

You know, the panties do not need to go down to the knees, right? You can perfectly well spank a girl with her panties pulled "modestly" down to just below the butt cheeks, right? Why did David have to pull them down to my knees???!!!! What kind of fucking point was he making anyways?

But that's what I masturbate to. The thought of my pussy writhing around under the belt as Daddy whips my ass. It's why I posted earlier this week Pussy Whipping. I've become a bit obsessed with the view I presented, and that my Dad objectively enjoyed. In my fevered thoughts it's a small jump to the pussy whipping I saw. I masturbated to those videos, imagining it was me under Daddy's belt.

I've been a very bad girl. Daddy strips me naked and puts me on the bed.  He gets out his belt and he whips me on my ass, my thighs, and even my butt hole and my crack!


One of the strokes grazes my pussy lips. "DADDY! FUCK! NO! NOT THERE!" What is this foul language? This disobedience. "Hold it open!" he commands.


I must hold my own pussy lips apart as he whips me there. Then I have to roll over and continue holding myself apart.


After I've been whipped to Daddy's satisfaction, he makes me stay there. I may not move an inch. He says Mommy will be up in a moment to apply lotion.


Mommy comes up with the lotion. I am shaking in pain. She goes "tsk, tsk, what have you done now, young lady? You know you shouldn't anger your father so. This is what you get when you do." Mom sits beside me and applies soothing lotion to my pussy lips. She parts me gingerly and realizes she needs to apply lotion even deep inside my vagina, and onto my clitoris.

"Mommy, Mommy, no!" I cry as her spreading the lotion begins having a sexual effect on me.

"Hush now," she says, "it's perfectly normal for a girl to feel that way after a whipping."

"Mommy, what's happening?"

"Shhhh. You're having an orgasm."

"No. Mama. No Please. I don't know what's happening! Oh God! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!"

My last, actual, masturbation session. Complete with me spanking my own pussy, and then me applying lube to my vagina imagining it is Mom's hand. And then cumming. BLUSH!

I gather my family's Sunday dinners are starting to garner considerable interest. There are some interesting developments to report on that front, but first I want to bring us back to Saturday night where I delivered a just terrific whipping with a stout riding crop to my husband.


As you know, it's one of the conditions of my DD Contract that I Domme him regularly, which I love doing so that's super easy. I decided I would go "single implement" on Saturday and really take my quite stout riding crop for a spin. It not only has the leather slapper at the end, but the shaft itself is quite "cane like" also.


I actually got dressed (or undressed, I should say) into sexy lingerie. I went for stockings, garter belt, high-heels, and a bra, all in basic black. Just like this...


In my dreams!

I came to get him like that, riding crop in hand, a Dominant Demeanour cued up.

"I haven't whipped you in much too long," I told him.

"Yes Ma'am!" he said, enthusiastically.

We went upstairs to the bedroom. I whipped his ass a little along the way. Once in the bedroom I had him strip to naked and stand there. I walked around him, playing with my crop, giving him little whips here and there, on his chest, on his shoulder blades, on his ass, on the backs of his legs, on his calves, on the fronts of his thighs, on his cock and balls.


I got a little harder. I have him a vicious cut across the fronts of his thighs that doubled him over in pain. I was rewarded with a marvellous welt.

"Spread your legs!" I ordered him. He did so.

I used the slapper to crop him up and down the tender insides of his thighs. Some were quite hard and left marks.

I concentrated on his cock and gave him a dozen to the tip. He could barely stay standing, the poor boy.

How does this "spanked wife" feel about doing this to her "dominant" husband, you may ask? I love it!!! It turns me on. It excites me in a way being submissive does not. It's different. This is empowering! What makes me good at Domming, beyond a certain practised skill, is that I can be very cruel. Beyond a certain point, I just don't give a shit. His suffering actually turns me on. I'm told I go glass-eyed in that state. I love it.

I told him to put three pillows on the bed and to bend over them. I did very hard crop strikes to his ass and upper thighs. Whistling, swishing, short, sharp strikes that left welts. I didn't talk much, I just moaned in pleasure as he writhed under my whip.

I shot a video where I cropped him once. Here is a gif fom that. Picture him naked and me in sexy black lingerie with heels. This is how I crop.


"Cheeks," I simply said to him. He knew what he needed to do. He pulled his ass cheeks apart for me.


I really "touched up" his anus. It was because I would be fucking him in his ass soon.

"Look what I've got for you," I said, taking my large strap-on dildo, Adam, out of the bedside drawer. "You're out of practice and you're not even warmed up, it's going to hurt."

I then told him to go to the bathroom and to clean his ass out for me, and then to get back and present like a little whore. While he did that, I put on my strap-on, got the lube ready, got some paper towels ready, put a towel across the pillows, and also set up my Hitachi with the ass attachment. I wasn't going to fuck him with Adam cold. I'm not that cruel.



He got back to the bed, presenting in a doggy style position across his pillows. I lubed his nice clean asshole, shoved the Hitachi up deep, and started the motor. I also grabbed his cock and balls out between his legs, lubed them, and started hand-jobbing him.

"Yeah? You like that, you little slut? You like a vibrating cock up your ass? Huh?"

Everytime I thought he was getting close I stopped rubbing him and smacked his cock with my hand instead. Rinse and repeat. After about five minutes with that roto-rooter up his ass, his hole is loose as anything. I disengage the Hitachi and remove the attachment with the paper towels. I set the Hitachi down beside his head. I'll be needing that before too long again. I line up behind me and start bumping into his anal opening with my Adam. He gets scared with Adam, and his little hole closes up tight. I know it's been loosened thought, so I push on. With a bit of pressure, and a lot of complaints, it pops in.


Once in, I start pumping him hard.


When I go that hard, that fast, that deep, with that dildo, he is crying out on every thrust. It's like,

"Hwa, Hwa, Hwa, Hwa, Hwa, Hwa, Ahh, Ohh, Please, No, Hwa, Hwa, Hwa, Hwa, ..."

"Fuck you, you greedy little ass whore, look at you take it!" I said. Do I know how to put a bitch in his place with my crop and strap-on, or what?

Once I was done with his fucking, I pulled out and cleaned up (there was some unavoidable mess). He looked wrung out! But he would get some fun time now.

I moved him away, stripped off my lingerie as he watched, and lay my back down on the bed, holding my crop. I bent my knees and spread them and invited him into my pussy. It was quite well lubricated already.

He pushed his cock into me. "Gently!" I told him, and whacked him across the hip with my riding crop. He went more gently and began softly fucking me. I pulled him down onto me in the pushup missionary position.


I told him to go very slowly and to match his rhythm to the stroke of my crop on his ass. Each time I whipped his ass he thrust gently and came back out. As I was getting loosened up I started whipping him faster and harder. He cried out in pain with the strength of some of his ass whippings. Poor baby was very confused. Heaven's gates in front, Hell's inferno behind! By the end I was whipping him as hard as I could from that position and he still came into me. He came hard as I literally whipped the sperm out of him. His ass was a marked up mess of weals willy-nilly all over the place after i was done!

I quickly made him turn and lie face up. I sat on his face facing down his body and told him to lick my asshole. Deep! He used his hands so that he could spread my cheeks and hole to get in deeper. I turned on the Hitachi and I vibed my clit. I could feel his cum dripping out of me and onto his chin. I came like that with my Hitachi on my clit, my pussy dripping semen onto him, and his tongue lodged as deep as it could get into my asshole wiggling away for my pleasure.

Nice lovemaking, eh?

I'll post in a couple of days (before Wednesday evening) about how Sunday dinner the next day went. Needless to say, David was squirming in his seat. Ha ha!

Last Sunday was, once again, Sunday dinner at my Mom and Dad's house. Sue was there as well.


The previous Sunday it was just my husband and I with Mom and Dad where I "came out" about being a spanked wife to them. Mom was surprisingly really open to the idea. Because I had misbehaved around how I had intended to come out I was due for a spanking after returning home (I was going to deliberately break a glass and get spanked for it - never did - but argued with my husband about it). However, given how non-judgmental my folks were, David made me spill the beans about my desires for my spankings also to be outside the home, and for those closest to me to know about them; and then, well, one thing led to another in an improbable sequence of events, and I wound up getting a mild panties-down spanking from my husband in front of my freakin' Mom and Dad. They thought it was "cute" (see Honesty is the Very Best Policy).

Last Sunday was exactly one week later, and my sister Sue re-joined us as well. I had given her the whole run down around what happened, and she had spoken with my Mom, and I had debriefed her on that (see Reactions). I had personally not spoken with Mom all week long.

I was anticipating a bit of teasing this week and I did get some of that. There were in fact three notable events, and a promise as well.

The first notable event was over dinner. At a lull in the conversation, my Dad asked David, "so, was she a good girl all week?" He was asking my husband if he had cause to spank me during the week! I had in fact not received a spanking all week long. Nonetheless, David chose to embarrass me. Not one to mince words, he said, "Haven't had to spank her at all. She exercised almost every day. Cooked dinner three nights. Performed all her wifely duties..."

"David!" I said, blushing.

My Dad laughed. David had just implied I had been properly submissive during sex with him. In fact, part of my "wifely duties" consisted of my being his Domme (see A Strict Whipping), but I wasn't going to embarrass my man by saying that, so I had to eat the embarrassment of my Dad imagining me submissively spreading my legs for my husband "on command", or worse!

But what's with my Dad asking that question in the first place? He seems extremely interested in my spankings! Is that normal given what he saw last week, or is that unusual? My Mom did not shush him at all. She seemed interested in the answer as well. Sue put her hand to her mouth, concealing a  smirk or a smile I could tell.

So embarrassing. I'm one of five adults at a table, yet my Dad and my husband are both teasing me openly about my spankings (and my "wifely duties"), and my Sister and my Mom seem just fine with that. I brought it on myself, I recognize that. And I do kind of like that sort of attention, despite the embarrassment...

That was the only excitement during dinner. There was another notable event right after dinner involving Sue that I'll get to, but after that, the third notable event was just before going home, my Mom pulling me aside and asking me earnestly, "is everything ok?". Yes Mom, everything is really fine. Really.

Going back to the second notable event. It was in the kitchen. Sue and I were clearing. Mom and Dad and David were in the living room "sitting more comfortably" (tee hee re. my husband's butt if you've read my last blog entry).

"So, last week you told Mom and Dad that I've spanked you, did you?" Sue said.

I was feeling guilty about that, I shouldn't have, and I had told Sue straight away and apologized to her for it.

"You know I did," I said, "I told you and I apologized. I'm sorry, I thought you were ok with it."

"Oh I'm ok with it," she said. Then she went rummaging around in a kitchen drawer and pulled out the wooden spoon.


"Still going to spank you for it," she stated. "Go on, upstairs, I'll do it in your old bedroom."

What? I know this is my "thing", but my tummy dropped out and I became extremely self-conscious about being spanked by my Sister where Mom and Dad and my husband could all hear. And unlike David, Sue would not take it easy on me on account of them. It would be long and hard and I'd be in tears and howling for mercy long before the end of it. I know this from experience. That would be too much. No. I didn't want it. I was going to put my foot down.

"Oh, I'm just kidding. Look at your face," she said. "I wouldn't actually spank you here, where Mom and Dad could hear. You're nuts."

She didn't look like she was kidding!!!!

"I'll do it, let's see now, Wednesday evening after dinner, I'll drop by your place around seven. "I'll clear it with David first, then I'll do it by the book."

She was referring to my DD Contract which I had shared with her. "By the book" involved a lot of embarrassing things. It was more meant for my husband than for my Big Sister. There was full nudity, corner time, admitting of sins, after care, and even a "Sexual Obedience" clause after punishment spankings! Was she talking about that? All of that?

As I write this today, she's already arranged it with David, who has given her his "all clear". David's told me to be nude and in the corner awaiting Sue's arrival. And then I was to obey her, and accept my punishment from her, as if she was him. And if I didn't, he would make sure that I did.


Oh crap!

I'm sitting on a sore bottom (and sore somewhere else as well), writing up the events of earlier today. I have just been thoroughly disciplined by my Big Sister Susan. It was a very, very emotional experience.


As I wrote up in my last blog post, Sunday Dinner, Sue told me I would be disciplined "by the book" for blabbing to my Mom and Dad about her involvement in my spankings which, unsurprisingly, she did not appreciate. "By the book" refers to my DD Contract I wrote up more for my husband's sake, and shared with Sue for her opinion, who read it and declared me "certifiably insane", but in a good-natured (?) way.

I was at my Mom and Dad's house and she "joked" that she would take me upstairs and spank me then and there. She laughed at me when I thought she was serious. Instead, she told me she'd come around Wednesday after dinner to discipline me. She arranged it with David who had no qualms whatsoever handing me over to her for that purpose. They agreed it would be "by the book", and accordingly David would have me nude, facing the corner, for when Sue arrived. With David we've agreed it's usually his hand. With Sue I was expecting the large wooden spoon.

I had not consciously considered my sister as a potential disciplinarian under the terms of my contract. In my mind, it was clearly intended as a thing between a dominant husband and a taken-in-hand wife. Yes, I had contemplated others spanking me in the contract, but not in the manner spelled out in the contract, which is very intimate in many ways. However, David and Sue both clearly interpreted it differently, and as it is a matter of discipline, I am not allowed to question my husband's interpretation, per the contract. Moreover, having Sue perform the duties is clearly not a contract violation, and there is a decent argument that it may even be specifically called out, so I made my own bed and must now lie in it.

Sue was due to arrive at 8pm. I had been dreading the moment since Sunday. Ok, to be honest, both dreading and anticipating. The "dread" part came from the fact that I knew Sue would not go easy on me with the large wooden spoon. While she always maintains a pleasant demeanour, she was legitimately pissed off at me this time. She did not want Mom and Dad knowing she was mixed up in my shit. So I was expecting the worst. I had been seriously spanked by her once before and it was no joke.

Of course, being who I am, the expectation of pain and embarrassment excites me as well. So I alternated between being sexually excited at the prospect of my disciplining, and being scared of it as well.

At 7pm David sent me upstairs to undress and bathe. He said he expected me down no later than 7:45pm to perform naked corner time in the living room while I awaited Sue's arrival.

I took a bubble bath and washed thoroughly. For some reason I wanted to smell nice for my sister. I felt it was more... submissive. I was done at around 7:40pm, and very self-consciously made my way back downstairs buck naked and stuck my nose in the corner of the living room. David was seated there reading, and he did not say a word to me as I did that. I was in a state of disgrace, as called for in the contract.

It was a very long 20 minutes until the front doorbell rung. All the dread and anticipation of the past three days seemed hyper-concentrated into my 20 minutes in the corner.

The doorbell rang. It was so loud! DING DONG. I could hear David go to the door, open it for Sue, and greet her. I could hear them kissing each other twice on the cheek.

"Where's our naughty girl," asked Sue. here I am.

David brought Sue into the living room. "Put your hands on your head!" she said sternly. I did so immediately and said "Yes Ma'am". She meant business, oh crap.

"Where do you keep that big wooden spoon?" Sue asked David as they walked to the kitchen.

"Not sure," replies David. "One of those drawers? No not that one. Over there maybe?" I could hear them rummaging around through my kitchen. I knew exactly where I kept the big wooden spoon Sue was referring to.

"Oh, here it is!" said Sue, finding it. oh goody.

The spoon she was thinking of is this one.


Holy shit! There are two kinds of wooden spoons. The kind my Mom threatened us kids with (but never actually used), and the kind that is used to make a big girl regret her decision-making. This was the latter.

She came back into the living room with David and they sat.

"You. Come here," she said. She wouldn't even use my name. I was "you" to her.

I came out of my corner, my hands still on my head, and went over to face her. I felt really naked. She was sitting and sort of sprawled out on the sofa, a foot on the coffee table. She had on blue jeans, her dark grey alpaca sweater, and suede ankle boots. She's blonde like me. The wooden spoon was tossed casually beside her, and in her hand she held a stapled together printout of what turned out to be my DD Contract.

"Kneel up here," she said, pointing to a spot in front of her, "cross your arms behind your back. Hold your elbows."

"Yes Ma'am" I whispered, and knelt up, and crossed my arms behind my back. My breasts jutted out. I was conscious of my shaved sex. This was some kind of "slave position" or something.


"I want to go over this contract with you before we get started," she said.

Sue then went over the contract clause by clause. I can mostly reproduce what she said by reading through it myself as I write this. It triggers certain phrases she used throughout that I remember. I'll just render the dialog here as best I can based on that.

"Purpose... Definitions... Effective Date. It says you've agreed to abide to this until October, correct? No renegotiation until then? You're bound are you? Ok, a lot of boilerplate about the renegotiation process. General Duties. Your Duties next. Obedience. You need to be obedient to David, or his delegate, yes?"

"Yes, Ma'am. David can delegate and all the terms apply. That's how he interprets it Ma'am."

"And all matters of interpretation are left to David. But do you agree with his interpretation?"

"It doesn't matter Ma'am."

"I asked you a fucking question," she insisted.

"Yes Ma'am, I agree with my husband's interpretation of my contract, Ma'am."

"You need to accept your discipline gracefully is how I'm reading this. No backtalk. Yes Sir, No sir. You can keep using Ma'am for me. Then there's a specific clause about Sexual Obedience. After being punished you have to accept whatever sex act is demanded of you, correct? Is that delegated as well?"

"Yes Ma'am," I answered. Was she going there?

"Sounds like fun for David. Then a bunch of stuff around your commitments.  Exercising, diet, weight, booze, keeping yourself waxed and shaved..." she looked me over. "Check. And, ha ha, highest standards of personal hygiene especially your ass and cunt. Did you clean them for me?" she asked with a laugh.

"Yes Ma'am."

"No nasty smells?"

"No Ma'am"

"You do smell nice. Chores. Safety. Oh! Ladylike comportment. Very nice. Kink. You need to scene your hubby. I can see that. Are you keeping that up, you two, with all of this?"

"Yes Ma'am." I answered truthfully. I had just scened David last on Saturday so I was good there.

"And here's the famous Oral Sex clause. Ha ha. You have to improve do you? And consult experts? I'm no slouch myself, you know?"

"I know, Ma'am."

"I'll give you a little training session some other day. Maybe I can demonstrate on David, while you watch, ok?"

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am". She was teasing me. But she might also be serious.

"She is obedient!" she told David. I don't know what David made of that. Was she just teasing? She has blown him before, which got under my skin.

"And it says you can't spit. Are you a spitter? Men hate that. Even I know that much. Going Potty. Ha ha. Ok, here it is, the Discipline section."

She spent some time silently re-reading that part.

"Oh, this is carte blanche, sweetie."

She never uses "sweetie" with me!

"You do get a safeword. Are you going to use it if I spank you too hard?"

"No Ma'am"

"That's right. You can take it. Types of Discipline. Awww, punished like a child but more painful and more embarrassing. I think I can arrange that. Naked. Check. Public locations? Embarrassing and slutty outfits in public? Naughty girl. Spanking Discipline: here that is. David should mostly use his hand because he's a guy. I can use whatever I want, though, correct?"

"Yes Ma'am. Next clause Ma'am."

"Oh that's right, it says that right here anyways. Different positions. Exposure. Oh and here it is, David may invite other participants to apply Discipline on his behalf. Am I invited, David?"

"Absolutely," he said, "anytime."

Anytime????

"And naughty, naughty, naughty, you specifically mention Dad. You know I think he was turned on seeing you spanked. He hasn't stopped talking about it, according to Mom. That's gross. Cornertime, yada, yada, yada. Timing and Location. Basically anywhere anytime. Ha! Discipline Integrity. It says you need to come out of it Reflective, Remorseful, Surrendered, and Embarrassed. I'll do my best. And then, Awww, After-Care. That's nice. Then the Discipline Ceremony. Sounds very official. Disrobe completely. Yup. Cornertime. Check. Silent and kneeling. Check. Now I have to ask you why you are going to be disciplined. Do I do this here or upstairs?"

"If we're going upstairs, then upstairs, Ma'am," I answered.

"We are going upstairs. I'm not going to spank you in front of David. This will be a little sister-to-sister bonding time. Ok?"

"Yes Ma'am," Oh Shit.

"blah, blah, blah, little warmup spanking then the main event. Got it. More cornertime maybe, then After Care. Next something about Immediate Discipline which doesn't apply here so I can skip that, and then a bunch of stuff about Maintenance Spanking, again doesn't apply here. And that's all she wrote. You are a little perv."

"Yes Ma'am," I agreed.

"Ok, let's do this," Sue said as she put down the contract and picked up the big wooden spoon. "Stand up. Go up to your bedroom and park your nose in the corner, I'll be up in a minute."

I stood and went upstairs and put my nose in the corner. I wasn't sure where to put my hands, so settled on my head, as Sue had required before.

I found out afterwards from David that she double-checked with him that it was ok to spank me one-on-one in the bedroom, and she cleared the implement and the severity. She did not consult him on the "extras" she was thinking of for me. I didn't know any of that at the time.

I heard my sister coming up the stairs for me, and into the bedroom where I was cornered.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty," she said. "You know I am pretty mad at you. Come here."

Sue had taken a seat by the side of the bed. The wooden spoon was beside her. I went to her.

"Kneel down in front of me. Give me your hands. Eyes down."

This was all straight out the Contract. I knelt at her feet submissively with my knees spread and looked down at the carpet. I held out my hands to her and she took both my hands into hers. This was another one of those "slave positions" that Jenny over at Domestic Discipline, Jenny Style! adopted into her Contract. My pussy was spread and open in front of Sue.


It was humbling for me to be kept like that in front of my fully-clothed sister who was preparing to spank me for betraying her trust.

"Why are you being disciplined?" she asked me.

"Because I... I told Mom and Dad that you were involved in my spankings..."

"Yes you did. What right did you have to do that? You know I didn't want them to know, We talked about it when we started. It was supposed to be a secret to them. A secret to everyone we did not explicitly share it with, which we would decide together. You broke your promise to me."

"I'm sorry," I said. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.

"Why did you do it?" she asked.

"I didn't... didn't intend to... it just came out in the moment. I'm sorry." I started crying.

"I'm very upset with you, Julie." she said.

"I thought you weren't so mad about it," I said, still crying.

"I'm not going to yell. I'm not going to scream. But I am angry with you. You broke your trust with me."

"I'm so sorry..." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Alright, I can see you are," Sue said. "and I'm going to forgive you after I've disciplined you. Is that fair enough?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said, sniffling.

"Thank you for recognizing you did wrong."

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Now get up here and crawl across my knee for your spanking."

The word spanking always effects me.

"Yes Ma'am," I said. I was still crying as I went across Sue's knee. My feet and chest were supported on the bed. My middle was across her lap, over her jeans. Her Angora sweater was soft against me.

"I'm going to start with a warm-up spanking with just my hand," she told me. She then started in on spanking my naked cheeks.


It wasn't very many, maybe a couple of dozen, and they increased in intensity, but it was pretty mild. She paused and must have reached for the wooden spoon, because the next thing I knew it was positioned squarely on my left cheek.


"I'm going to give you one-hundred spanks with the spoon," Sue said, "and I expect you to apologize to me, and keep apologizing to me, as I'm doing it." She lifted the spoon off my cheek and started my spanking.

Ow!

"I'm sorry Ma'am!" I cried out.

Ow. Oh. Ow. Ouch. Ow. Oh.

"I'm sorry Ma'am! I'm really, really, sorry. I apologize! I'll be more thoughtful! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Ow. Oh. Ow. Ouch. Ow. Oh.

I kept up the apologies. That was the toughest part. But apologizing constantly during a one-hundred spank spanking does drive the point home. I also got that feeling. I had done wrong. I was being punished. My Big Sister was punishing me. The point of the spanking was not kink. The point was punishment. That makes it different. Expiation of guilt feels good. Makes me feel... cared for. Cared for by my big sister. It also occurred to me, now that the cat was out the bag, would this spanking be a topic for next Sunday's family dinner? Dad did ask last week if I had been spanked. What would we say? I guess I would have to defer to Sue.

After the one hundred she said, "ok, we're done with your spanking. Stand up now." I must say, I was disappointed. It should have been much harder. I was frankly expecting much, much worse.

More like this.

I got up off her lap. I leaned in to give her a hug and say "thank you", but she held me away. "Oh, we're not done yet," Sue said. I suspected I had gotten off a little too easy.

"You really fucked me over with Mom and Dad," she said.

I was confused. Confused but also... sensing what was coming. No...

"I know, I'm sorry..." I said again.

"Where do you keep your strap-on?" she asked me.

Oh no no no. An ass fucking from my sister!?! Just earlier today a commenter had asked,

I was wondering what in particular made you definitely not want a spanking from Sue in your old room?[...] Maybe you made the wrong choice and should've taken your spanking in your old bedroom rather than have to take a naked spanking and a potential strap-on fucking.
-Kasey

How prophetic. I answered.

I was not thinking I was trading it off for a potential strap-on fucking. I really can't imagine she would go there.

But was she? Was she going to go there? I had no defence. The Contract allows for delegation. and in the Sexual Obedience section it states, "After having been Disciplined [...] [Delegate] may ask for any sexual act to be performed upon or by Julie, and Julie cannot refuse, regardless of the act." I would not back out of my contract. If she insisted, it was her right.

"Where do you keep your strap-on?" she asked me.

"in the... top drawer..." and I pointed to the bedside table. Sue opened the drawer and found my strap-on harness.

"where's the big dildo?" she asked.

"bottom drawer..."

"Is it clean?" she asked.

"yes ma'am" I answered back quietly. I always keep my toys clean...

She got them both out and assembled them.

Assembled for a painful and humiliating punishment fucking from my sister to teach me my place.

She took her sweater off revealing a white T underneath. She took off her boots, socks, and her jeans. She had full-cut black panties on. She put the strap-on on over her panties with a practised efficiency and cinched it into place.

"Kneel down, I want to talk to you," she said. I knelt.

She got near to me and bumped the tip of Adam gently into my face.

"I'm not going to rape you," she told me. "I know I could do what I wanted to, because of your dumb contract. But I'm not going to make you. I think you fucked me, and now I want to teach you a lesson by fucking you, but it's up to you. If you don't want to, I'll forgive you all the same. But if you really want to apologize to me, you'll accept it."

Oh gosh, what a choice. I confess to being a bit... turned on. Mainly by her masculine-style dominance. And no matter what Sue said about letting me off the hook, it would be against my Contract to refuse, and I would not do that regardless.

I indicated my acceptance by taking her cock in my mouth.

"No no, you greedy little whore," Sue said, pulling the dick away from me. "That'll be for another time."

I felt embarrassed. I know it's stupid, but it felt like I was being rejected? And talk about embarrassing myself. Trying to suck my sister's dick?

"If you want to do this, get up on the bed, tits down and ass up," she said.

I went on to the bed as indicated. I put my arms out in front of me with my forehead and breasts down on the bedsheets. I waited.

"Arch your back more," she said.

I pulled my body in a bit tighter and arched harder, presenting my ass.


I appreciated that Sue gave me a choice (in her mind). But it's almost more embarrassing that I had a choice. I could have gotten away without submitting to this. I would still have been completely forgiven. So this was a choice I made. It was my choice to be presenting like this to my Big Sister for an ass fucking.

"Lube?" she asked.

"top drawer..." I answered. My ass was going to get destroyed. Adam is bigger and harder than David. And David's cock hurt in my ass already. I was not at all stretched out. This was going to be hard to take. I was scared.

She got the tube of lube and asked me for my right hand. I crossed it under me and put my hand out, palm up. She squirted a generous portion of lube onto my hand.

"Get yourself ready for me," she said.

I took the lube, reached around behind me, and started rubbing it into my asshole.

"Not your ass, stupid. Your pussy," she said.  "I'm not sodomizing you, I'm fucking you," she said. "Don't move now, I need to wash your hand."

Oh blush. Now I was an ass whore as well. But... pussy? That is very, very intimate... I didn't think she would... do that.

Sue came back with a washcloth and cleaned the lube off my hand. And then she cleaned my asshole off with the washcloth also! She made me give her my other hand, and squirted lube into that.

"Get your pussy ready for me," she told me.

"yes ma'am," I said. I passed my hand under me and rubbed the lube onto my pussy lips and into the hole. I was already a bit wet.

Sue took more of the lube and lubed up her dildo. She used the washcloth to clean both our hands, and then she wiped gently around the entrance to my pussy to remove excess lube. She lined up behind me and I could feel the head at my pussy lips.

"Guide it in," she told me. I put my hand back under me and using my hand a bit and my hips, I put the tip of the dildo where it should go. Sue gently pushed in. Oooh. Owww. Adam is pretty big, even for my pussy. The tip passed into me though, and Sue pushed it to about halfway. She pulled back and then pushed back in again. She did that a few more times and I could feel her cock going deeper into me each time.

Sue grabbed onto my hips and hoisted me up a bit towards her. "Ok, I'm going to give you one-hundred thrusts now. I want you to count them out." She pulled back and thrust all the way in. Ahhh!


"one," I said.

She pulled back and repeated

"t...t...t...two"

Again, and again and again she fucked me deeply. None too hard, none too fast, but all of them deep. She varied the pace, and varied the speed of the thrust, and varied the angle, and varied the depth of the thrust. Sue was actually good. She knew how to fuck. And she was fucking me! I was her fuck toy!

At fifty she paused. Pulled out. Applied more lube to her dildo. And pushed it back in. It went in easily.

"fifty-one"

"fifty-two"

and so on to

"ninety-nine"

"one hundred"

On the one hundredth stroke she stayed deep inside of me. She leaned over me and almost in a whisper said, "do you get it now? If you fuck me, I'm going to fuck you back."

I had to answer, deeply impaled on her cock, "yes Ma'am, I understand."

She pulled out, gave me a slap on my ass (!), and said, "go rinse off that pussy and wash your hands."

I went to the bathroom and used a washcloth on my private parts. I'd just been fucked. Fucked by my sister. I put my fingers into my pussy. She had just been... there. I washed my hands, and then dried my hands and my pussy.

By the time I was back, Sue was already practically dressed again. She handed me the strap-on harness with the dildo inside. "Clean that off and put it away," she told me. I went back to the bathroom and washed the dildo with its special soap, and cleaned up the strap-on harness. I had to clean the dildo my sister just used on me. Oh bush. I took the strap-on harness and the dildo both back to the bedroom and stowed them and the lube in the bedside drawer.

Sue took both hands in mine. She was totally dressed. I was totally naked.

"David doesn't know about your fucking, and we're going to keep it that way. Nobody knows. Got it? Our little secret."

"Yes Ma'am," I answered earnestly. I would not be making that mistake again.

"Go back down to the living room and put your nose back in the corner where I found you."

"Yes Ma'am," I said. But before I left, and leaned in and gave Sue a massive hug. She hugged me back. "I love you," I told her. "I love you too," she said back to me. "Am I forgiven?" I asked her. "Yes. yes you are. Absolutely," said Sue with a smile.

I scooted back down to the living room and put my nose straight back into its corner. David came by to survey the damage. "She went easy on you," he said, observing the relatively mild state of my bum, and also no doubt on the lack of shrieking that had come out of the bedroom.

Sue was close behind me and answered him. "I don't know about that," said Sue. "I think she learned her lesson. Did you learn your lesson, Julie? Did you learn not to fuck with me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered concealing a smile on my face.

"Keep her in the corner as long as you think she needs. I've got to go now," said Sue. David saw her to the door and wished her goodbye.

He came back to me and said, "you're done." I came out of the corner. "What went on up there?" he asked me, highly suspicious.

"I got a spanking, and a good talking to."

"Is that it?" he asked.

"That's it," I said. I couldn't disobey Sue on this.

"Alright, if you say so." He pulled me by the arm to the spanking chair, sat, and took me across his knee. He started directly spanking my ass with his hand.

"Just a little reminder to keep your confidences," he said as he spanked me. I think he was both reminding me about my earlier misbehaviour, but also reinforcing that he knew something else went on up there, and I was to keep it secret.

As usual, David's hand was hard and punishing. I was being spanked. He was letting me know to whom I belonged. He asked me, "are you going to be a good little girl the rest of the week?"

"Yes Sir! I'm going to be a... good little girl... all the rest of the week Sir!"

He finished spanking me and stood me up. "Now get upstairs to the bedroom, and get on the bed on your back and spread your legs for me."

"Yes Sir!" I said and ran to do as I was told. Did he know?

David came up, and gave me my second fucking in an hour. My pussy was a bit sore already, but it didn't matter. David was less than one hundred strokes, but it was raw and manly! He came inside of me as he grunted. He then immediately went down on me and started licking my pussy, and cleaning out his own cum. Midway through he came up to me, made me open my mouth, and French kissed a mixture of his cum and my pussy juices into my mouth. "Swallow," he said. I did. He went back down and "finished the job". Twice. He must have known! But I couldn't ask.

So that was all very unexpected for me. My sister and husband sure entertain me. I felt very dominated by my big sister. The fucking was almost... a-sexual in a way? She was using the big dildo to make a point, not to make love. Then afterwards, I was made love to by my husband. Oh yes. A very unique method of discipline, I must say!