With my newfound interest in Female Domestic Discipline, I've been looking a bit farther afield in my pornoweb searches, and I happened across a blog that many of you likely already know about, but is brand new to me: Overbarrel's Spanking Toons.

From Overbarrel's Spanking Toons Specifically Turn of Events

The author seems to be a lovely man named Phil. He is now 70 years-old (thus tweaking my Daddy fantasies!) and is unfortunately afflicted with ALS from what I have read. I left a comment on his most recent blog entry from a couple of months ago, asking if I could do a tribute, but I don't know if I'll get a response. However, Phil seems to be extremely encouraging of people to enjoy and spread his content, so I'll just go ahead anyways in hopes he will see this some day and be pleased.

I do not know Phil at all, unfortunately. His history on the web seems to go back to around 2003 in Yahoo! Groups (now defunct), or even earlier if there was a web before then. Then he seems to have moved to the Chicago Spanking Review site in the Overbarrel Gallery starting in 2011, and then simultaneously maintaining his Blogger Blog Overbarrel's Spanking Toons starting in 2014. Phil specializes in "Poser Art" and he is quite a master in the spanking genre.

The reason I connected so much with Phil's work is that it's like he ripped all my most recent fantasies right out of my head and drew them all out a decade before I had them.

His scenes feature misbehaving women receiving Domestic Discipline from the men in their lives. The women hate the pain and embarrassment of getting spanked, but deep down know they need it. They respect their men for giving it to them, and wind up hot and bothered and in bed soon afterwards. There are also lots of public elements. The women will often get their spankings in front of others. Even so, their panties are often taken down, and while they try desperately to keep their legs tightly closed, they inevitably wind up kicking their panties clean off and "putting on quite a show" for the amused onlookers (i.e., their pussies go on parade, but Phil is too gentlemanly to ever state it so crudely). One of the more common public scenes is for a wife to be spanked by her husband in front of her parents, which actually happened to me recently, so, well, damn.

For example, here's one where a naughty wife is getting a well-deserved witnessed spanking from her husband. Her Mom pulls her daughter's panties down to her knees while Dad looks on with a big grin.

From In The Family

The Overbarrel Gallery in particular has a lot of comment action back and forth. One of the comments  from the web admin I reproduce here:

On the embarrassment factor in spanking: women are rather embarrassed at being spanked even in private, and this embarrassment is definitely an important part of the experience for them, although on some level they truly dread it. Getting spanked publicly greatly increases what we might call the "embarrassment factor" and therefore potentially increases the emotional intensity of being spanked. This explains its frequent occurrence in female spanking fantasies. However, when dealing with women we must remember that their feelings and desires are often in conflict, with fear and embarrassment being stronger factors than they are in the male personality, generally speaking. Therefore, among female spankos, only a few would actually go so far as to accept a public spanking, even at a spanking party where the audience is likely to be highly sympathetic (and I should mention that complete nudity is generally not allowed in public play areas at a party).

Usually, it's the "brat" type, a natural extrovert, who is willing to accept a public spanking, although some "penitents" will also. An introverted, shy type of woman is likely to be so mortified at the thought of anyone seeing her getting spanked that this factor outweighs the "thrill" factor in a public spanking fantasy, and therefore she won't actually do it. Women who are outright exhibitionists, and are willing to stroll around nearly naked, would probably accept a public spanking also but they are of course rather rare.

Guilty as charged as both the "brat type" and the "outright exhibitionist". And getting spanked publicly does for sure increase the emotional intensity, like, expidentially!

So let's take a glimpse of some of Phil's toons.

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First there is the "reluctant tentative" young couple feeling their way towards a spanking, as illustrated by this panel.

From Learning Curve

There are a lot thought bubbles exposing their "inner thoughts" (click on the image to see it bigger). He thinks spanking her would be the best thing for the relationship, but is worried it will make her mad at him. She, on the other hand, knows she's done wrong and knows that she deserves a spanking. She gives him the "go ahead" by asking quietly if she's gettin' s-s-spanked? That one question is all he needs to steel himself and confidently kick into action.


He starts in with her panties still up, a common theme of Phil's. Even though she is being severely spanked, the girl thinks she is maybe getting away with something. Not so. Our heroic spanker thinks otherwise. He sentences her to a BARE BOTTOM spanking!


The young lady is very conscious of the sort of view her boyfriend is getting of her.


In Phil's toons the man never stops the spanking until the girl has learned her lesson.


He warns her that if the behaviour persists, he can make her spanking even worse next time.


By the end, the young lady is very well-spanked and very well-dominated. The domination invariably turns her on fiercely, and she wants nothing more than to be taken to bed afterwards.


I love the theme of manly men and women who need to be dominated for their own good. They will never admit to needing to be spanked, but they are mightily turned on by being spanked. The embarrassment of the spanking plays a huge part, including the childish OTK position, the panty lowering, the inevitable exposure of the private parts, and the tearful and increasingly frantic apologies and promises to be a "good girl" from now on. They have invariably been spanked in a similar fashion by their Dads while growing up, and cannot respect any man who cannot control them like Daddy could, and still would!

Phil, Sir, what are you doing inside my head like that!?!?!

I also love that Phil never lets his women off the hook before they are crimson-bummed, crying, wailing, and shouting out their promises to be good girls. The men have no trouble whatsoever doing this "against their wills", so there is "no escape", and easilly bring the women to that point with just their hard hands, looking amused all the while at their womens' carrying on.

I want to be spanked like that. I need to be spanked like that. I fear it. But I want it. I want to be man-handled across my husband's knee "against my will", "without my permission". I want my skirt raised and my panties peeled down no matter who is there to see it. I want them all to make fun of me, a grown woman being spanked like a child. I want them to comment on the increasing redness of my ass, of how my legs kick wildly, and chuckle at the show I'm putting on for them. I want to be spanked until I am frantic and the tears are rolling down my cheeks and I'm promising to be a good little girl. Then I want to be sent to the bedroom bottomless. I want all the guests to chuckle at what will happen to me next, and know that I will eagerly do anything my husband asks of me!

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Here's another one along the same vein. This is a boyfriend/girlfriend situation. He has asked to marry her for the third time just now, and again she puts him off but won't say why. In fact, she needs to know that he is man enough to take charge, like her Daddy, but she can't just tell him to do that. Well he gets the idea on his own that what this girl needs is a damned good spanking!

From An Alternate Proposal

He orders her out of her jeans, and accentuates her submissiveness by requiring her to pull her own panties down in front of him, which is incredibly embarrassing for her.


For me, the displaying of my pussy is extremely embarrassing! Under normal circumstances, men are not allowed that view of me, or at least only on my say so and under my terms. But if it's for a spanking, the rules change. My pussy is no longer "private". The man who spanks me, and all those men who witness that spanking, will see it, whether I like it or not.


Usually the girl manages to kick off her panties during her spanking. Phil delicately hints at the sort of view a man may get when witnessing a young lady's comeuppance like this.


Cornertime is a theme as well, and the red-bottomed girl is often sent to the corner with her hands firmly on her head to think about what she has done.


When asked what she has to say for herself, she immediately accepts his proposal of marriage.


And all is well that ends well.


But, the new fiancee wants to take no chances, and though delighted with the news of her acceptance, he is still not quite done with her yet. As she was not as obedient during her disicpline as he wished, she now has penalty swats coming.


It's over the back of the couch she goes for an application of his hard paddle. The lewd presentation of her bottom for her penalty swats is not lost on her.


The sexually suggestive and submissive bottomless bent over posture is one I crave to be placed into by a strong man. It is clear to everybody present that he has full fucking rights to me. I must hold this posture to clearly signal that. But it is not sex that I have been bent over for. Not at this time, anyways. It is punishment. A painful paddling. After the spanking I will be required to recreate the position in the bedroom, but for a different reason...

This young lady receives a full dose of her penalty swats, drawing a stripe of vivid red across her sit spots.


She even got extras because she forgot to count a couple.


She ends with the tears streaming down her face, which is blushing only slightly less red than her bottom!

The helplessness and powerlessness excites me. The punishment is over when he says it is over, and not a moment before. If I try to get up, he will hold me down with his strength, which is much greater than mine, and it will only get worse. I must lie there submissively and take swat after swat after swat until he is convinced I have learnt my lesson.

After the spanking, it appears the young dominant man will consummate his marriage proposal. Phil is ever the gentleman, however, and this is where we must always leave the couple so they can get on with their private business.

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The next toon features a granddaughter who was embarrassed the week before by her Granddad at his local bar for mentioning that she is still spanked when naughty. Trying to erase her embarrassment of being treated as a little girl, she puts on a slinky dress belonging to her Mom and goes and teases the old men to show them that she is in fact a fully grown woman and make them drool over her body.

From One Good Turn

Unfortunately, Granddad happens by and catches her in the act. He is determined to teach her a lesson right there on the spot, and demonstrate what a little girl she still is in front of his friends.


She begs Granddad not to spank her in front of all those men! But he is determined, and embarrasses her by lifting up her dress to spank her right on the seat of her white panties that she was flashing so provocatively in her mini-dress.


He spanks her furiously until she is literally kicking and screaming. Unfortunately for her, she puts a hand back, and uses the "F" word with Grandpa!


Her punishment for that is to have her panties lowered in front of all those men for a stern application of a ping-pong paddle to her naughty blushing cheeks.



When the spanking is just about done, the girl's mother, the Granddad's daughter, walks in and yells at her Dad for spanking her daughter like this.


Well, you can probably imagine what happens to his daughter, but screw the imagination, here is the art!


I love the granddaughter standing there off to the side, rubbing her punished cheeks with her panties still pooled around her ankles. It's another theme of Phil's.

This one really resonates with me because of the hyper-public nature of this scene, and the bi-generational spanking. I fantasize about my Dad spanking me, and about considerably older Grandfather-aged men doing it as well. An old man putting me across his knee and ripping my panties down for a good old-fashioned spanking makes my heart beat fast. I'd love to be in a public bar like this and have this exact thing happen to me: over-the-knee, panties down, and spanked to tears. I really would!

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This next one is a bit different. This is an older couple. Them and their friends always send their daughters off to College with a firm spanking to remind them to stay focused on their studies. However, it has come to light that the wives compare notes amongst themselves about the spankings their daughters receive, and laugh at them. The men have decided their wives are all to be taught a lesson.

From Alone At Last

The wife is first spanked across her husband's knee. Then she is stripped down to her panties and is made to stand upright for her paddling.


The husbands spank them until they are made to "prance" around in a circle like little ponies.


After the paddling, she's told to go to the bedroom to "assume the position". We all know what will happen in there!


Phil obviously considers a fully naked spanking to be better left in the home between a husband and a wife. I can only imagine how her big breasts bounced and jiggled invitingly as she was made to prance to the paddle!

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In this toon, it's two sisters who both treat their husbands badly when they visit.

From Back To Basics

The men decide they have had enough!


The girls sorely pay for their misbehaviour and promise to be very good girls from now on.


It ends with a delightful scene where the sisters compare notes about how lucky they are to have husbands who spank.


In Phil's world, all the women are pretty and all the men are hunks. The whole world knows and accepts that women can be spanked anytime, anywhere, by their men. What a lovely world to live in!

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Here is an interesting scene where a girlfriend lies to her boyfriend about her marks and the reasons why they are so poor. She argues and resists in front of her friends who live in the College Dorm with her. In fact, she refuses to go back to his appartment to "discuss it". Ok then, they will have to "discuss it" right here, right now!

From Good Marks

Her friends do not at all come to her aid. Many have boyfriends who would not approve of that. And besides, all of them think she needed a good spanking anyways, as she had not yet been inaugurated into that time-honoured tradition between boyfriend and girlfriend. They all also get quite... excited... observing the scene. None of that dulls the poor girl's embarrassment however, at being spanked like a child on her bare bum by her angry boyfriend in front of all her friends.

Being spanked by your man in front of other women is a different kind of embarrassment for me. I am inferior to these women. They do not need to be spanked like a child, only me. They will see me reduced to a teary-eyed blubbering mess. They will see how much my man dominates me like this. They will tease me about how my boyfriend will certainly have his way with me in the bedroom. Any pretense to my being in charge is right out the window. I have been claimed by my man.

At the end of this toon, this is the scene.


The girl has been grounded by her boyfriend, for the whole semester, and her friends laugh hysterically at her for it!

Yes!... SNIFF!... and he said that if he catches me out with the girls he'll... GULP!... put my p-p-p-p-panties down and give me another s-s-s-s-spanking!.... SOB!.... right on the spot!... SOB!... no matter where it is or who's around!... SOB! SOB!... GASP!... SOB!

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I particularly like the looks of this girl. She is very beautiful! I also love the casual clothes. She has lied to her husband, and as head of the household, he will take her in hand.

From Another Level

She also has a great ass!


Being put across the knee brings memories of her Daddy spanking her flooding back. I love her perfectly gracefully upturned bottom in the below. Daddy trained her well.



Poor girl! Look at her little legs kicking. Those jeans are getting all tangled up. You can sort of see her pussy from this angle as well.

At the end of her spanking, she must stand facing him, pants and panties discarded, with her hands on her head. She loves how she was dominated!


And afterwards, there's always love!


I want to be her.

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We'll end with one of my favourites. This best illustrates why I wanted to get into a DD relationship with my husband.


Thank you Phil! You make me swoon.

Julie

After having binged all of Phil's content I could find when writing Overbarrel Tribute, I was naturally very horny and very much wanting to be spanked and dominated, just like this "unfortunate" young woman:

From Growing Pains Episode 8

I shared with David some of the Overbarrel toons. We had looked at them together and talked a bit about them. He commented on how hard the girls were being spanked, and how they were kicking and screaming near the end of their spankings. Surely I did not want it that hard? (he said that facetiously). I told him of course I did not want to get spanked at all, much less spanked that hard, but that it was the man's decision after all, and it turned me on that they seemed to know how hard their women needed it... "I see..." he replied with a smile and a shake of his head. So I was 'kinda hoping he took the hint, although he did not do anything then and there.

On Saturday we were sitting together on the couch watching some show or other.

"I'm horny..." I told him.

"Ha!" he said, "you're always horny."

He reached out his hand and he started rubbing my pussy over my pants. I spread my legs for him and pushed my pelvis up into his hand. He touched all the right places on me: "yes," I said, moaning. He kept that up for a minute or so. My pussy was tingling and I felt the characteristic "flow" down there, some combination of engorging blood and slick wetness to my vagina.

David knows my moods. And he knows that when I'm begging for it like this I want him to be Dommy. If I'm scening him, I'm not writhing like a little slut under his fingers first.

"I'll need to shave and shower," he said, feeling his rough stubble with his hands. When he goes down on me if he has such rough stubble it hurts and I can't get off... Also, it's pandemic (and Saturday), so he had not shaved or showered yet today.

"ok," I said.

He turned off the TV and said, "come up in five minutes." He left to shave and shower. Yipee! Julie was gettin' some (hopefully dommy) lovin' from her man.

When I got upstairs he was just in his jeans, no shirt, shaving. I got another tingle and gush seeing him shave. Him shaving turns me on. Especially this time of day, when the reason he shaves is to give me an orgasm! I'm like Pavlov's dogs, except instead of salivating I wet my pussy at the sight of my man shaving in the afternoon/evening. He then stripped off and went into the shower. I snuck into the bathroom where there's a drawer with my lingerie and stuff. I went ruffling through it. I picked out my teeny tiny UFC ring girl outfit!


I don't fill it out quite so well as a certain Miss Brittney Palmer here, but it was still cute and my butt cheeks were covered (uncovered?) about like hers are here.

I went to lie on the bed, over the covers, waiting for David to come out. I could hear the shower going off, him towelling himself. Hairbrushing. Deoderant. Then jeans going back on, and shirt going back on. I was hyper-sensitive to all this. His jeans going back on meant I was getting a spanking!

He came out with wet but brushed hair, his jeans on, and his shirt on but not buttoned. He caught sight of me in my ring girl outfit. "Very cute," he commented. I was looking hopeful.

"Come here," he said, beckoning me out of bed. As soon as I stood up he took my arm in his hand and made me face the wall. "Hands on your head," he told me, smiling. Heart was beating fast. Pussy was gushing. It was starting!


He felt up my tits and my low ass cheeks. He gave my cheeks little pats - almost spanks. He squeezed my tits harder through the material, and pinched my nipples hard. He grabbed my ass and squeezed and then spanked. Spankings getting harder now.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you going to do what you're told in bed?" he asked.

"yes," I said, deliberately curt.

He SMACKED my ass! "Yes SIR!" he told me.

"Yes Sir! Yes Sir! I'll do what I'm told, Sir!" I hastily answered. Oh my gosh! This was exactly what I wanted.

He went to sit on the side of the bed, and pulled me over towards him. I lowered my hands and he admonished me to keep them on my head.


He reached his hands out to my shorts and he unfastened the little belt and slowly lowered them to mid thigh, exposing my very bare (and slightly puffy I could feel) pussy to his view.

Given that this episode was inspired by Phil, As a further tribute, I found a toon that is most representative of this spanking (Another Level). The woman is so pretty and sexy in that toon, I want to be her! With apologies to Phil, I used my mad Photoshop skills (not really!) to change up some of the dialog to make it match my Saturday spanking.

I felt like her, and had the same thoughts:

Overbarrel From Another Level (modified)

Immediately he let them go, my ring girl shorts fell to my ankles. He pulled me down and across his knees so my feet were on the ground but my chest and head were on the bed. He rubbed his hand all over my exposed bottom cheeks. Like this girl, I  presented my bottom as submissively as I could.


Then he started in spanking me.


I always have similar thoughts during my spankings. Little girl thoughts about being punished by Daddy.


The spanking went on and while it started fairly gently it became quite hard. The pretext was him making sure I would be submissive in bed. In fact, I only enjoy being submissive in bed if I've been thoroughly dominated beforehand. So we would see if my husband was up to the task.

The spanking intensified, and I started promising...


As he spanked I kicked my little ring girls shorts clean off. Like the girl above, I was getting a bit frantic as well. He was really spanking me!


Ok. it now definitely qualified as a hard spanking. Ouch! I started channelling the women in the toons and began struggling and crying out. It came easily given the circumstances. What I have found is that you can just lie there and take it stoically, but the emotional engagement is much higher if you "pretend" to feel it more, and you let yourself go. Then you get into that, and it just keeps coming out very naturally, and then you don't need to pretend, it becomes hyper real.


He was going hard and fast. He had read those Overbarrel toons alright, and gotten the message about how I craved to be treated. But I was determined I WAS NOT going to safeword out of the very spanking I had asked for!

Instead, perhaps foolishly, I shot my hand back there and I bent my legs at the knees so he couldn't spank me anymore. Ha! Impenetrable defence!


What did he do? He gently twisted my arm behind my back and he threw one leg over the backs of both of mine. Uh Oh!


And then he... just... kept... spanking... me!

I was so helpless with my legs pinned and my arm where it was. I literally could not get away. And I guess he was a little put out at having to control me like that, because the spanks actually got harder. And I was not safewording, so I was getting exactly what I had asked for. A full on disciplinary spanking to put me into a most submissive state of mind.

"Are you going to do what I tell you to do in bed?" he asked me as he continued spanking me.

"YES SIR! YES SIR!" I yelled out, the tears starting to come now. Would he stop spanking me because of my tears?

"Well let's just make sure," he said.

"NO! NO! PLEASE! AWWWW! WAAAAAA! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT! I'LL DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT! PLEASE!!!!"

Surely he would stop now!

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Oh my gosh, but I was one screamin' little wife by the time he landed his last smack. Thank goodness we live in a fully detached home, or the neighbours would have for sure called the cops due to all the wife-screaming!

I lay there across his lap sobbing, sniffling, and red-faced (and red-bottomed of course). I guess it was exactly what I had asked for. Showing him those cartoons really clarified for him what I wanted. I wanted to be frantic. I wanted to be owned. I wanted a nice pair of red shorts painted onto my bum.

He took his leg off me and let go of my arm. I thought my spanking was over, but not quite. He re-positioned himself and guided me so that I was straddling his left knee, with my toes just barely touching the ground. He licked his own fingers and he slapped them down gently onto my vagina. Ummmmm! He then moved his hand all around down there, over my lips, over my clit, into my cunt. I was soooo wet for him!

"After a spanking like that," he said incredulously, "and your pussy is still soaking wet, you little minx."

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said. Guilty as charged.

"No need to apologize," he said. "I like you hot and wet."

He gave me more gentle smacks to my lower bum cheeks, alternating with gropes of my pussy and finger fuckings.

"Go on, hump my leg," he said.

Ohhhhh. I tried to grind my clit into his jeans-covered thigh. His thigh was hard and his pants were rough.

"It's too hard," I complained.

SWAT!

Oh shit! I had disobeyed without even thinking about it. Honestly, it was not a deliberate bratting. It just came out. He re-started my spanking!


"I'm sorry Sir!" I said, and I started grinding my clit into him despite the discomfort. I arched and curled and arched and curled repeatedly while straddling my husband's knee getting spanked.


"That's it," he said encouragingly, as I made a lewd show of humping his thigh: presenting pussy, grinding in, presenting pussy, grinding in, trying to show him I was an obedient wife! It wasn't about to get me off, because legit his thigh was too hard and his pants were too rough. But I did feel like a complete and total submissive slut being made to do that.

"I'm going to get your pants wet, Sir," I said.

"Well, I guess you'll have laundry to do before bedtime, in that case."

Ooooh.

He stood me back up again, with my hands back on my head. My bum was soooo sore and my pussy felt rubbed raw. He untied my little ring girl top and bared my breasts to him.


With me standing there he undressed to naked and lounged back onto the bed. He was very hard. He told me to put his cock in my mouth and suck.

I did so. With alacrity!

He took the back of my head and pushed me deeper down onto his cock. "I'm seeing improvements," he encouraged me. Gwa Gwa Gwa Gwa.

He pulled me off his cock and brought me up level with him. He started kissing me on my mouth as he fondled my sore ass. I could feel his tongue poking into my mouth. He pulled back and said, "I want that mouth fully open and inviting when I put my tongue into it!" He came back in for a kiss and I fully opened my mouth and moved my tongue out of the way so he had full access.


He pulled out and said, "that's better."

Next he said, "I'm going to go down on you, and push my tongue deep into your pussy, but every now and then I'm coming back up for a kiss, and I expect that mouth nice and warm and inviting. Do you understand?"

"Ohhhh... I have to taste myself, Sir?" I asked.

"Yes you do," he said, "and if there's any complaints, or if I sense the least lack of enthousiasm for my tongue in your mouth, I'm going to beat your ass with my belt until you're howling. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Sir!" I said quickly. I did not want a belt whipping just now!

"Do you believe me, Julie? Do you believe I would whip your ass like that at the slightest little provocation? Do you think I'm capable of that?"

"Yes Sir! You would whip my ass, Sir!"

"And you would take it, wouldn't you? For as long and as hard as I choose to give it to you."

"yes sir," I said quietly.

"Would you safeword out?"

"No Sir! Never."

"No you wouldn't, so you'd just have to take every last stroke I choose to give you, and I'm sure you don't want that right now, so you better behave like a good little girl and do as you're told. Now how are you going to behave?"

"like a good little girl, Sir."

"And what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do as I'm told, Sir."

With that he straightened me out on the bed, face up, put a pillow under my hips, and went down on me. OMG!!!! It felt so good.


My pussy was so ready for his soft wet tongue despite it's earlier rough treatment. He grabbed my pussy lips and pulled them hard apart. He stuck his tongue deep up into my cunt. He then let go and came beside me. He pinned my arms above my head and he kissed me and I opened my mouth completely to him.


His tongue went all around inside of me. tangy. He went back down and he made me repeat that a number of times. each time I eagerly opened my mouth for him with complete submissiveness. I only like being this submissive when I've been appropriately mastered first, which I felt I had been.

David stuck two fingers into me and rubbed my G-spot. When I get highly aroused it comes out to play. For me it's like a small rectangular textured "sponge". That combined with the clit licking I was getting was bringing me rapidly to the edge.

Before I came, he turned me over onto my side into the fetal position, and jammed a doubled-up pillow between my knees. Oh no! This was my position and he knew it, the one I always cum in when placed into it. With one hand between my legs he pressed up into my pelvic bone. With his other hand he toyed at the entrance to my pussy. With his tongue he directly licked my clit. Every now and then he would shove his finger in and drag it across my G-spot, then go back out and toy at the entrance.

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!

I started to cum. He sensed it and pulled his hand out and gave me a very sharp smack to my ass, then plunged his finger back into my pussy towards my G-spot.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

He did that several times keeping me on the edge of my orgasm, riding the waves. Slapping my ass, fingering my G-spot, licking my clit. Pushing on me.

"Please, please please!!!!" I begged.

"want do you want?" he asked me between tongue flicks.

"Please may I cum Sir? Please!?!"

"You may," he said, and dove back in and very thoroughly finished the job. I spasmed my whole body and screamed at the top of my lungs as I had the most ridiculously intense orgasm of my entire life, bar none. I know I keep saying that, but damn!

I was done! Wrung out and floppy.

I just lay there as he re-positioned himself into the spooning position, and inserted his cock into my pussy.


I was extremely sensitive but I didn't say anything as he fucked me, viciously mauling my tits with his hands as he did so, until he injected his hot cum deep into my greedy whorish cunt.

That was one of the most intense spankings I received in my life, combined with the most intense and complete domination I received in my life, and the result was the most intense orgasm of my life. Is that a coincidence, I wonder?

There's something so primal in me that craves to be dominated by a man like this. Phil's images really made me realize that in a way I had not before. So thank you, Phil, for being responsible for egging my husband on and him therefore giving me the spanking I truly needed, and for giving me such an amazing orgasm! Love Julie.

I am such a bad girl: I actually got my Daddy to playfully spank me. Yes, I've been working up to this, and accomplishment unlocked!


It was earlier today, Friday early afternoon. I took the half-day off and went to help Mom with the grocery shopping. She really wanted to go. I drove her around, we had to wait in a stupid line (not very long) in our masks, and we stocked her up mightily. When we got back to their place, Dad and I shifted all the groceries inside while Mom started in on storing them all. After that, Mom was a bit tired (she has a chronic heart condition that's being treated with drugs) and went upstairs to have a lie down. Daddy and me wound up alone in the living room. This was rare for me to find myself alone with him. Already I had some evil thoughts... 😈

He sat towards the edge of the couch. I asked him if it was ok for me to sneak him a hug. He laughed and said of course it was and reached his arms out to me. I sat next to him and gave him a big hug and then sat back, like this.


He thanked me for helping him and Mom get the groceries done. He asked me how I was getting on at work. I told him. He asked me if everything was good at home with David. I said it was grand. Then he asked me if I'd been a good girl this week...

My heart beat a bit faster at that question. He was of course asking after my spankings. Had he not raised it, I would of. I guess it was on both our minds.

"Too good!" I pouted. "I didn't get any spankings at all..."

"Well, you'll have to try harder," he said with a chuckle and a grin.

I looked around furtively. I was going to go for it!

I put my hands under my sweater and I quickly unfastened and unzipped my jeans a bit. I then knelt on the couch beside him.

"What are you thinking?" he asked me, looking dubious but still grinning.

I draped myself across Daddy's lap with my chest and head hanging off the side of the couch. At the same time I pushed my jeans and panties together down to as far as I could reach them to about mid-thigh and then put my hands in front of me.

I was bare bum across my Daddy's lap!!!!!!!!! My heart was racing. I arched my bum up a bit higher and wiggled it. "Maybe you can spank me a little?" I asked. Wow. What was I doing?!?

"Well, ha ha ha, have you been naughty then?" he asked.

"I think I'm being naughty now!" I told him.

"Yes you are," he said.

But then he hauled back and SLAP, right on my right cheek. There was a couple of second pause and then SLAP, on the left cheek. Then right, SLAP; left, SLAP; right, SLAP; left SLAP.

I was draped over his knee, with my hands down on the floor on the far side of the couch arm, and my head down towards the carpet as well. My bum was actually bare. Over Daddy's knee. The feeling was incredible. Incredible, as in, unbelievable! I could not believe I was getting spanked by my Daddy! And that my bum was completely bare!

left, SLAP; right, SLAP; left, SLAP; right, SLAP

It took my breath away. Daddy was spanking me! Daddy was actually spanking me! Daddy was actually spanking my bare bum!!!! I alternated being excited with what was I doing? What stupid, stupid, fucking, slutty, stupid. Oh shit!

left, SLAP; right, SLAP; left, SLAP; right, SLAP

"There you go," he said with a big laugh.

I got back up onto my knees. My pussy was bare but I didn't even care! I nonchalantly pulled up my panties and my jeans, refastened them, and then plunked back down on the couch next to him. My cheeks were burning. He probably saw me blushing deeply!

"Thank you Daddy!" I said enthusiastically and leaned over to give him a big hug and kiss on his cheek. "That feels much better!" I tried to say it as if it this was just the most normal thing in the world.

"Well you're a handful, and no doubt about that, but you always have been. When you get home you tell David what you got up to!"

"Yes, Sir," I said, eyes downcast looking mock-guilty.

He reached over and ruffled my hair.

"Dad!" I said, pulling away, trying to put my hair back into order.

"ha ha ha!" he laughed.

I stood up and gave him another hug and told him I'd see him on the weekend.

"Remember, you tell your husband about what you got up to!"

"Yes, Daddy," I said.

OMG. I think my Dad wants to get me spanked by David!

Phew!

I just got home from that and ran up here to type it up. David is working in his office. I'll tell him everything later tonight. I'm expecting a real spanking for that shenanigan, and for my Dad to be told about it...

Ok, obviously I was completely out of line, but what should my Dad have done???? Surely he should have immediately told me to get off his lap and pull my damned pants up, and what the hell was I thinking????!!!!? Or he could have done what he did do...

What would you have done in the same situation?

I know everybody is curious as to the aftermath of my little spanking from my Dad. I certainly got more than the usual number of comments and in record time. Many thought I had gone too far. My husband amongst them. So I was "in the doghouse" for a while.


The aftermath of it is that we are cancelling my DD Contract, by mutual agreement.

As described in Spanked by Daddy, I had my Dad alone and I sort of threw myself over his lap, taking my own pants and panties down as I did so, and asked him to spank me. He gave me about a dozen or so mild slaps to my rear end, and then I got up and we joked about it. He told me to tell David about it, I thought because he was giving me an excuse to get spanked (the conversation started with me complaining my husband did not spank me enough).

Well I got home and that evening I told David about it. He was legit angry with me for having done that. He said I don't think before acting, and it had become a pattern. He said there was a chance it could harm our relationship with my family, and he would have liked to have been consulted and had a chance to talk some sense into me. He said the reason I didn't talk to him was because I knew he would disapprove, so I just went around him.

In fact, that was not the reason. It was very spur of the moment and I did not expect to be alone with my Dad, and did not know when I might organically be again. But I can't get too indignant at his comment, because I probably would not have consulted him anyways, and for just the reason he gave. I'm pretty independent minded, and I don't like being second-guessed on things. He was sufficiently angry with me that he did not even want to spank me at first, and I didn't raise it. Serious David and serious Julie.

When I said on the comments how David was angry with me, one person commented that I might have seriously jeopardized my relationship with my husband. No. There's nothing that can do that. Our love is not transactional, it's covenantal. It's the kind of love between parent and child, or if you're Christian, between you and Jesus. We owe duties and obligations to one another, and sometimes we mess up, but that does not shake our relationship. Too many relationships, I observe, are transactional: what have you done for me lately? If you don't give me what I need, I'm divorcing you. That is not us. Oh yee of little faith.

By next morning, David seemed less angry. I had described to him how my Dad had reacted and he said I was lucky, and that it could have easily gone a different way (no it couldn't have - it's obvious, but like many of my commenters, he didn't see it either). So, since I had "gotten away with something", and there was "no harm no foul", that assuaged his anger.

We wound up discussing my DD Contract. We both realize that it was not working the way I had imagined. The root of the problem is that I'm really way too self-disciplined. Everything I set my mind to doing, I actually do. So all the things I was obliged to do in the contract, all of which I wanted to do, I did them, which really left no room for disciplinary spankings, unless they were totally made up. It also seemed funny because he's the one who's way less self-disciplined than me (he admits it readily), so punishing me for some made-up lack of self-discipline seemed silly (he's the one with the quarantine 20 pounds, not me!). And if it's not something I specifically want to do and agree with, then I bristle at being told to do it, and won't listen anyways. Seems obvious in retrospect!

So we mutually agreed to bin the contract. However, we retain spanking rights over one another. If I do something that upsets him, or he thinks is just plain wrong, I consent to being spanked by him, irrespective of what I think, and the same the other way around. It feels more natural this way. Of course, this did mean I was in for a spanking for my recent escapade, and I totally accepted that.

David kept me in suspense and only put me across his knee on Sunday just before we headed over to my Mom and Dad's house for dinner. He wanted to make a point. I wore a long skirt and blouse. I've taken to wearing little-girl style cotton panties practically all the time now :-). David got out the spanking chair and the hairbrush.


Gulp! Screenshots from this video captures it perfectly.

Not sure where you can any longer get this exact one. Maybe at http://www.realspankings.com? But similar are at Clips4Sale/RealSpapnkingNetworkClips

He took me across his knee. He flipped up my dress and lowered my panties. He began by just spanking me with his hand. That was fairly long and involved as it was. I would not classify it as a "warm-up" - it was a spanking.

The he picked up the hairbrush. He proceeded to scorch my cheeks.


Yow yow yow! It was a good couple hundred or so? It was not as hard as he could (obviously), but it stung like hell. He made it a point to concentrate on my low sit spots, where butt meets thigh. As he was doing this he said he wanted me to be reminded of my spanking during Sunday dinner!

This is what I must have looked like! I circled the part where he concentrated on for me.

By the end of my spanking I was apologizing and begging, believe me. I remember at one point saying, "no more! no more!" and him coming back with, "Oh, I'm not done yet, I want you to remember this one." That was, like, only half way though.


Eventually he figured he had scorched my bum sufficiently to satisfy himself. David stood me up and I gave him a big hug and thanked him for punishing me. I knew the moment I had placed myself across my Dad's knee that this spanking from David was inevitable, so I'm glad it finally happened, though I was a little teary-eyed and my butt was very sore.

I asked if I was forgiven? He said I was forgiven, but that we still needed to talk to my Dad to make sure everything was ok. Oooooh.

Panties restored and skirt back down, we headed on over. I was fidgeting in my seat. "Ants in your panties?" asked David. Har dee har har.

When we got there Sue was already there with Mom preparing dinner in the kitchen. I was a bit nervous wondering who knew what. But I was greeted by Mom and by Sue totally like normal

Dad was in his study reading a book (he's a history buff - he reads these wierd smelly paper book-book things - I know!). David took me over to him. This is the conversation as best as I remember it.

"Hi Doug," David said.

"Oh, hello David. And hello sweetiepie," Dad said to me.

"Hi Daddy," I said back.

David said, "Julie told me what she got up to on Friday."

"Oh, I asked her to tell you. Took me a bit by surprise, I must say," said Dad, chuckling.

"I can imagine!" said David. "I'm really sorry about that."

"Oh, she was just playing around, weren't you, sweetie?"

"Yes Daddy. Sorry if I surprised you," was the most I was willing to go.

Then Daddy said, "think nothing of it. I enjoyed it!"

Daddy!

"Does anybody else, know? Julie's Mom or Sue?" asked David.

"Oh no," he said, "you don't want to make drama where you needn't to. Just a bit of fun, and she seemed to really want it, but they might not see it just that way."

"Well, we'll let sleeping dogs lie, then," said David, trading aphorisms with Daddy.

"Best policy when dealing with women," said Dad gravely. Yeesh. "dealing with women?"

"And, ah, feel free to spank her anytime," added David. Awwww!

"I'll leave that up to you for the most part," said Dad. Booooo! but... "most part"?

"She's sporting a red caboose right now, in fact," said David. Oh, HE'S just having fun now.

Dad laughed and said, "she is, is she?"

"Why don't you show your Dad?" David said to me.

"David!" I said, blushing and suddenly embarrassed.

"No need! No need!" said Dad, "Oh I think that may be dinner coming up. We should get some drinks started anyways." And with that Dad stood up and went to get a bottle of white wine to serve as a pre-dinner drink.

I was still blushing and looking at the floor as I gave David a smack with my hand against his shoulder. He laughed. So did I.

Dinner was... relatively uneventful! We did not talk about my spankings at all. I guess I like it that way? I did notice a real itching in my bum from where David had spanked me. I guess I squirmed a bit more than usual in my seat. David leaned over to me and whispered, "you're squirming and your Dad is enjoying it." It's true. Dad was giving me little grins. I do confess to laying on a little extra squirming than was strictly needed, and Dad winked at me, and I pouted back at him.

So, all is well that ends well. See, I didn't wreck anything. I won't be fucking my Dad next or anything like that. Yeesh! I got my spanking from my husband, which all of you wanted. And some teasing to go along with it. David and I have also ditched the DD Contract. We really didn't need it. He knows he can spank me anytime, anywhere, AND (evil smile) vice-versa!

One of the big reasons my husband and I decided to nix my DD Contract was because most of my duties and obligations were things I wanted to do anyway, and am sufficiently self-disciplined to get done regardless. They include eating well, exercising, keeping my weight down, and keeping my body toned. I know men are visual creatures, and I want to look good for my man, and be healthy and full of energy for him.


My husband, on the other hand, is not nearly as self-disciplined (or knowledgeable) as I on these subjects. So it seemed perverse that he had any disciplinarian role whatsoever in these matters. You will be happy to know I've rectified that situation.

I really got fed up with him on Wednesday. He used Uber eats to order... snacks! Hot chilly Doritos or something like that. Yeesh! Too much. Expensive and unhealthy.


I could see he was packing on the pounds well before this. He started snoring, which is always a tell. I pressed him gently on when we should start a low carb diet together? He begged off due to the "stress" of Covid. I started without him. I've been hitting our home gym 6 days out of 7. Each time I asked cheerily if he would like to join? It's been maybe once a week for him.

After the Doritos, that was it for me. I asked him straight out how much he weighs. He said he had not really weighed himself religiously, but last time it was still under 220 (he should be 190, OMG, at a maximum 200!). I wanted to march him straight up to the scale to verify, but he always weighs in in the morning, so I restrained myself. But I TOLD him he would be weighing himself every morning, and that I would be supervising, strap in hand.


Thursday morning I was up a bit before him and did all my bathroom business and dressed. He was still lying groggy in bed. I went to the bedside drawer and pulled out the strap. Then I pulled the covers off him (he was naked) and told him his diet starts today, and we were starting with a weigh-in. I marched him naked into the bathroom. I made him sit to pee as I watched him closely. I made him use toilet paper to wipe the tip of his penis. I then had him stand on the scale. 225 pounds! 29% body fat!!!


"I guess I let it get away from me..." he said sheepishly, looking at the result.

"Go to the bed, three pillows under your hips, ass up. You're getting a strapping."

"yes ma'am," he said resigned and dejected, knowing he had earned it.

I followed him back to the bed and watched as he carried out my instructions.

Sort of like this, but he was naked and I had the tawse, not the belt.

He did not deserve a warm-up. He did not get a warmup. The above and below gifs are illustrative of where we were and how he was strapped. These are excerpts from a much more extended punishment we videod - see Strict Julie Spanks! (ON VIDEO!!!).



That was basically him, getting his strapping, although he was naked and I was much more relentless than the gifs capture. In fact, I gave him an even 50. I took my time. Each one full force, swinging into it with my hips, shoulder, arm, and wrist. Low ass and high thighs.

"Are we on our diet now?" I asked him reasonably.

"YES MA'AM!" he swore, his ass wrecked.

"I want you on keto, recording your food choices in your app for MY review, exercising with me at least three times a week, and weighing yourself in front of me every morning. You're getting strapped every day until you're beneath 220 lbs for lying to me about that. Is all of that fair enough, david?"

"yes ma'am..." he said miserably. He did not seem enthusiastic. Too bad. So sad.

Listen, I love him and find him super sexy regardless of his weight. It's more the lack of self-discipline and self-respect that is a turn off than any visuals because I know he is capable of losing that weight. And most importantly are the health risks! He is my partner for life, and he BETTER stay healthy. Plus he has much more energy for me when he's at a healthy weight. If you want to know more about proper dieting, and how to motivate a spanko, please read my blog entry Fat Loss and Spanking.

So all that was Thursday. You won't believe what happened Friday! We started the day with another weigh-in (223) and another strapping, just the same. This one seemed to effect him more than the first. He was still tender from his Thursday morning strapping, I guess. I really didn't give a shit. He was getting the same again Saturday morning if he did not get under 200.

Lest you think me harsh. The first 5 pounds comes off very quickly as he goes onto keto and loses the initial water weight. It's a sign he's got his keto diet locked in more than anything. After those initial few pounds, I'll hold him to more like 1.5 pounds per week (or the strap).

I go downstairs Friday mid-morning and I catch him red-handed eating a BLT on a bagel! WTF!?! I confronted him and he said it was just the last bagel, and he didn't want to just throw it out... THE FUCK YES THROW IT OUT!

What was I going to do with him?

"Upstairs!" I told him, making him throw out the uneaten part of his sandwich.

"Oh no, please!" He begged, thinking he was in for another strapping hot on the heels of his last. No no. I had other ideas.

"Pants and underwear off," I told him. He still thought he was getting the strap. He was soft at the thought of it.

Instead, I pulled out his cock cage,


and I fastened it around his genitals.

david's actual cock, locked

The cock cage is genuinely too small for him. It's constant punishment for him to be in it. I then fished out a pair of his pink panties and put him into them.

"You're in that cage and those panties, no pants, until you weigh in less than 200, cage on."

"I have meetings!" he complained. They were all Zoom meetings from his desk upstairs.

"Well you better not stand up then," I told him. Hmmmm... this pandemic lockdown and constant togetherness has some advantages!

We got to the end of the day and he begged off any lunch, dinner, or snacks at all. That's fine for a day or two. A good fast is a healthy way to start a diet.

In the evening he came to me begging to be let out of his cage. He said it really, really was hurting him. He said he had not eaten at all after the bagel, and would not eat anything before bed.

I took pity on him and unlocked him, but told him if he was not beneath 220 tomorrow morning it was another strapping and the cage was going back on until bedtime. I also supervised watching him drink a cup of water, as I wanted to make sure he was not getting too dehydrated. The panties and the "no pants" rule was not relaxed, however. We sat on the couch together watching TV. I took on the "man" role and made him snuggle into the nook of my arm, and I played with his panty-covered cock and his nipples as I reached under his shirt.  During commercials I had him across my knee and gently spanked and fondled him, telling him lovingly what a bad boy he was but that I knew he could do it. I told him if he was under 220 tomorrow, and stuck to his diet and exercised, he could be the man for the weekend, give me a spanking, and have his way with me afterwards.

This morning (Saturday), he weighed in at 219 Yay!!! See what a little motivation will do? I am now looking forward to bedtime!

I have an e-subbie whom we shall call 'Tim' for our purposes here that I have been exchanging emails with for quite some time. Well before pandamic set in, Tim went to visit a Pro-Domme (his very first time) to enact a scene where he needed to visit Human Resources to undergo a "Performance Improvement Plan" (Tim has had fantasies of "workplace-oriented discipline" for years). Tim excitedly told me all about his planned session and asked me if I had any special requests. Always eager to please, I wrote back.

Hi Tim,
I'd love to see you get a good whipping to your anus.
You would hold your cheeks nice and wide apart.
She would use a riding crop and target your little penny.
Julie

I thought that might give a bit of a central focus to his experience.

Tim had found his Pro Domme by surfing Andy's Someone's Gonna Get It blog where, amongst other entertainments, Andy does interviews with Pros. The Pro in question was Audrey from Destiny's Chamber. This was the first image Tim saw of Audrey on Andy's site.

From Andy's Blog Entry

You can tell why he was attracted to her, especially playing the role of a strict HR Professional!

I want to say before I describe the scene how utterly professional Audrey has been when negotiating this blog entry. Audrey wants to make very clear that her clients' privacy is of her utmost concern, and that photos and/or audio of a session are only ever taken at the request of the client, using only the client's own devices. She considers anything that goes on during a session to be highly private and personal, and she only allowed this blog entry once she was 100% convinced that it was what Tim desired, and only under the condition that we take pains to protect Tim's privacy, which we shall of course do. Also, in everything that follows, the major outlines between Tim and Audrey were all negotiated in advance, Tim's pain threshold was discussed, and safewords were established.

Fortunately, Tim went through with his session (unfortunately, many first-time clients of Pros don't I am given to understand). He told Audrey about me in advance, and asked permission to make an audio recording and to have her take photos of him throughout the session to share with me. Audrey agreed to his request.

Afterwards, Tim wrote me up a nice long report about his visit for me, which included the photos and audio recording. I thought it was very interesting, and loved Audrey's energy and professionalism. So I asked first Tim, and then, with his permission, Audrey, if I might publish the account with some closely cropped photos (but not the audio for privacy reasons - I will tell you what was in it, though). Tim was enthusiastic about me sharing, and Audrey also warily agreed once 100% convinced it was what Tim wished.

On the day of the session, I suppose poor Tim was flustered, but he wound up with the cab dropping him on the wrong street with only 10 minutes to spare. He blames the cabbie, I blame him. He wound up having to jog five blocks to the actual street, and wound up five minutes late. Bad Boy!

Tim recounted to Audrey his run, and she was impressed that he made it. When Tim bragged about how he works out, Audrey disarmed him beautifully by saying "Well, you must have nice thighs - looking forward to seeing them." Very nice how Audrey so delightfully put him in his place, by emphasizing he would soon be undressing down to nothing for her! Ha ha!

Audrey and Tim went over the scene one more time. Always good to do this in person, as you get additional nuance relative to just email. Here is Tim's scene as he wrote it up.

I'm an employee at a company, and my performance has been below par for a few months. Efforts by my manager (a woman) to help me improve have not been successful, so I'm being sent to the VP of HR (also a woman) for a formal Performance Improvement Plan (PIP). The PIP outlines the tasks I need to undertake in order to improve my performance. She explains these to me, and ask if I understand them. I say "I do." Then she says "Great. Then we'll both sign the PIP and put it into your Personnel File."

At this, I "lose it", becoming belligerent, argumentative, and aggressive over having something put in my Personnel File ... and by a woman no less!! She reminds me this is a woman-owned business, and all the VP's are either family members or - like her - sorority sisters of the CEO. She did not like that I emphasized "by a woman". She reminds me that the company has a progressive discipline policy. The first level is the work done by my manager with me. The second level is the Performance Improvement Plan. The third level would be a Decision Making Leave. "Tim, you came into my office at the second discipline level because of performance issues; however, I could add this behaviour issue to that and immediately place you on the third and highest level, Decision Making Leave, for you to have 3 days unpaid leave to consider whether you really want to change your behaviour, or whether you choose to leave this company."

At this, I realize my job is at stake, and she could really make things bad for me. Thus, I ask her whether she would consider overlooking my poor behaviour this time.

"Well, Tim, I can do that; however, just like the company has a progressive discipline policy, I have a personal progressive discipline policy. To keep your poor behaviour between ourselves, I'll need you to go through all 3 levels of my discipline policy."

I think for a moment, then ask, "Well, what does that entail?"

She puts on a sly smile and says, "you'll find out soon enough. Are you in, or out?"

Not having a good choice here, I reluctantly say, "Sigh ... I'm in."

At this, she lights up and says, "Excellent!! We'll get started with Level 1 right now."

So the scene starts after this exchange.

The first thing Audrey does is to have Tim drop his trousers. Audrey actually discovers that... he is in panties! (both in the scene, and in real life! Ha ha!). But those panties need to get pulled down also to fully expose Tim for the discipline that is about to come.


I guess she took a photo, "for her personal HR file on him" ;-)

Audrey then put Tim across the bench for lecturing, inspection, and discipline preparation.


Noticing his dangling sac, Audrey figured she needed a method to keep it out of the way during discipline, so improvised a good approach.


Oh no! Poor timmy! Leashed! And I feel compelled to comment on Tiny Tim's "manhood" at this point... Yeah. exactly. 😂😂😂


There we go. Back over the bench for more lecturing, inspection, and warmup preparatory to more serious discipline, but now with those small, yet sensitive, testicles held well out of the way. In this position, Audrey lectures him about his behaviour and taunts him over his embarrassing predicament.

Next, Tim must go across Audrey's lap, like a little boy, to receive his spanking.


Ok, we had our fun with Tim's junk, but I must say that is a very beautiful and spankable bottom. Almost womanly, I would say! I love the view with his panties at half-mast like that. What must Audrey have made of Tim? Across her knee with lowered panties ready to be spanked? Remember, this is what Audrey looks like.

From Destiny's Chamber Audrey Page

I imagine she was smiling just as broadly as that when she had Tim across her lap. Audrey spanked him with her hand first, which Tim described as "VERY Hard", and then with a small strap, which he described as "WICKEDLY Stinging".

After his spanking, Tim's panties were fully removed and he was required to kneel at Audrey's feet and beg her forgiveness. "So how do you feel now, Tim? Humbled?"


Then she put her foot on him and said, "this is my Victory Pose, my foot on top of you." You can hear Tim whimpering at the humiliation.


Next Audrey picks up her strap and continued to roast Tim's poor bum!


You can start seeing the bands of red that Audrey painted on Tim's ass over the past while. He's getting exactly what he asked for. A good hard disciplining from the VP HR!

At this point, Tim was allowed a bit of a break where he stood up and posed for a photo while tugging up on his leash to remind him of his predicament which amused Audrey considerably. Another shot for his HR file.


After that began the anus whipping part of the session. I listened to the audio of that entire thing, and oh my goodness, did poor Tim ever catch it! Literally hundreds of unrelenting, hard strokes. Tim said towards the end he was close to safe-wording out, but did not. No, like a good subby slut, he took them all.


He had to hold his cheeks widely apart for most of it. Audrey maintained a laughing banter throughout Tim's epic bumhole whipping. Some hilights from the audio:

"I need more... more... open! Pop it out! Pop it out! No, don't hump your back. Arch it out. Not that way. Arch it out. Like the bottom bitch in the porn. Doggy style. Give it to me, I need a flat surface."

"I am whipping your asshole! That is absolutely vulgar... I love it!"

"Oh it's just winking at me! Dear!"

"And this is because you need to stay humble. Correct?" - "Yes Ma'am".

"Oh, your body and your butthole are saying, like, Give Me More!"

"That will teach you. Teach you to be humble. On your hands and knees. Spreading your ass cheeks. Dick and balls on a leash."

"The word is 'red' if you need it"

"Where are you being spanked right now? Where?" - "I'm being spanked on my... anus... Ma'am"

"Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow" - "Spread 'em!" - "Sorry Ma'am!" - "Sorry won't cut it!"

"Look at you! You're just jiggling your butt! You want more! That is hard core!"

After ending with a particularly hard series directly on the button, Audrey concluded,  "You really are an anal spank slut. You really are. That's what you are. An anal spank slut. You were begging for it, you know. Non-verbally." - "Yes Ma'am".

They did a few other activities after that point that we can safely leave to your imagination. None of them involving any nudity or touching of Audrey, of course, and all of which were exquisitely humiliating for poor Tim.

Then they went and ended the scene with a bit of roleplay.

A: Well, Tim, have you learned your lesson to be a team player and to always respect women?

T: Yes, Ma’am, I have.

A: Good! And, are you ready to sign your Performance Improvement Plan for your Personnel File?

T: Yes, Ma’am, I Am.

A: Excellent! Now, I don’t want to see you in here again for Performance Issues. If I do, you know how I’ll deal with them right?

T: Yes, Ma’am, I know now, and I want to avoid another session like this.

A: Wonderful!! That’s music to my ears! It’s the end of the day, so get dressed and go home, and REMEMBER THIS LESSON!!

T: Yes, Ma’am, I will remember what you taught me. Thank you for not putting me on Level 3 Discipline.

A: You’re very welcome!!

And that was the scene between Audrey and Tim. While Audrey was VERY MUCH in control the entire time, Tim reported she has a great sense of humour and kept things fun and lively throughout. Tim decided it was a very good experience and he definitely wants to do it again with Audrey!

If you do as well, go check out a reputable Pro Domme such as Audrey or the other Ladies at Destiny's Chamber.

Thank you Tim and Audrey, especially in this time of pandemic, for allowing us to live vicariously through you!

Because of Victoria Day (the Queen's Birthday - if we don't get a holiday we'll all run away?) Sunday family dinner happened on Monday and I spent a lot of it in front of my sister and parents with my nose actually in the corner. How humiliating...


I guess the story starts on Saturday evening. I was trying to help my husband David get going on his diet (see The COVID 25) and as a reward for getting under 220 pounds (a first goal indicating he was kicking into diet mode) I told him "he could be the man for the weekend, give me a spanking, and have his way with me afterwards." David had been punished pretty bad by me, so I think he was grateful to be allowed to switch it up.

Saturday night I got my panties-lowered spanking right across his knee. He now knows I like it 'kinda hard in order to feel properly submissive in bed, so he gave me what I needed. For fear of being repetitive, it was very similar to what I described in Spanked and Utterly Dominated in Bed.

Art by Overbarrel from Growing Pains Episode 8

The main activity he required of me sexually afterwards was me on my knees giving him a blowjob. He was rough with me. He grabbed my hair and the back of my head and pulled me onto his dick. He made me gag. Only after a hard spanking (to tears) does servicing him in this way turn me on in a way it doesn't when I've not been properly prepared with a red stinging ass.


He decided he did not want to finish in my pussy, or my bumhole, or my hand, but rather directly into my mouth. He knows I have a gag reaction to his warm salty musty semen in my mouth, and want nothing more than to run and spit it out. But I am required to swallow now, every time, so I did. Blech! I was still horny after all of that, but he did not reciprocate, and I had to go to bed horny.

As we were cuddling in bed I asked him if he could make something up at family dinner about spanking me for something or other, to keep it going. I had received a comment (and some follow up emails) from a blog fan that struck me...

Anonymous 10 May 2020 at 15:26

I think the appropriate reaction to this incident - as you mentioned, cutting David out of decision-making - is your loss of decision-making privileges. You clearly are acting like a brat, not a responsible adult - and so should be treated like one. Your 'inner child' has taken over, and so you should be treated by all involved - David, your parents, Sue - like a spoiled child.

What does that mean? Tonight when you go over to dinner, David should send you to your (childhood) room, where you will stand with your nose in the corner, possibly with your bottom bared, while David discusses your childish behavior over dinner with your parents. You shouldn't be part of that conversation or get to contribute or even listen to it because your actions don't indicate sufficient maturity to participate in an adult conversation.

After they're done with dinner, they'll come tell you what they've decided is the best way to deal with you. This isn't a 'contract' between consenting adults - this is a spoiled brat being told what the new rules are. To me, it only makes sense that any of the responsible adults (David/Dad/Mom/Sue) in your life will spank you - on the spot - whenever you misbehave. You clearly aren't responding to adult rules of behavior, so you need this constant and physical keeping in line, via hard spankings.

David should present your parents with a wooden paddle to be hung on a hook in the kitchen, and tell them that he needs them to spank you on the spot. And if you get spanked when you're out, you should expect another spanking from David at home, because your misbehavior reflects poorly on him.

You've reverted to acting like a spoiled brat - you should be treated like one.

That sort of talk turns me on and resonates with something i crave. I lay bare my desire to David that some of these concepts could maybe come true with his help? He was non-committal but said he'd do a little something for me if the opportunity arose (yes - foreshadowing much already?!).


So fast forward and we're at Monday dinner. We've gotten most of the way through the main course and I give David a discrete kick under the table.

"Oh, that's right," he says, making it obvious that he was kicked. "Julie wanted me to mention something about her spanking this week."

"Not like that..." I said, instantly blushing.

"So," said Sue, 'helping out', "did she get spanked this week?"

Mom and Dad were not saying anything, but smiling a little.

"She did," said David. "I really did need to go on a diet, and Julie promised me that if I got it started that as a kind of reward she should get a spanking and then she would do, and I quote..."

"David. No!" I interrupted. It was not supposed to go down like this. He was supposed to say something cute about how I had misbehaved or something.

"What?" asked Sue.

"That I could do anything I wanted with her in bed afterwards," he finished.

Dad literally laughed aloud and Mom smiled.

"And whatever did you do?" asked Sue 'innocently', looking directly at David.

I was blushing soooo much. This was not going how I had imagined!

"Anything I wanted," said David, 'tactfully', leaving it to their imaginations, which is probably worse!

"Perhaps not suitable for dinnertime conversation," said my Mom.

"Yeah," I said, a little put out. There was a bit of a pregnant silence. This was not the "being treated like a little girl" I had imagined. So I was 'gonna be a brat! Take that! I knew I shouldn't, but I did... "So did you see Trump's 'Truth before Facts' campaign ad?" I asked. It had just come out earlier that day. I thought it was a hilarious troll on Sleepy Joe and the lefties by the God Emperor Trump's team.


"Let's NOT talk about 'that man'," said my Mom with quite some vitriol. Poor Mom. Her brain has been damaged by the likes of CNN and CNBC.

"No politics at the dinner table," warned Dad.

I was going to back off... but... I did feel strongly about it and totally stifled, and... spanking?

"Why?" I asked. I knew darned well. "Why can't we just discuss anything at all without Mom getting all crazy and upset?"

"But why always US politics?" added my sister. We are in Canada after all.

"Oh great," I countered, "so we have to talk about Turdeau, I suppose?" Canada's lefty Prime Minister is actually a dumb failed drama teacher with good hair and childish socks called 'Justin Trudeau' who happens to be the son of his much brighter truly liberal (in the best sense) father Pierre Trudeau. Most of us just call the son 'Turdeau' out of a complete lack of respect.

Justin Turdeau

"That's enough!" said David. I looked at him defiantly and stomped a foot. At that point I didn't know what would happen, but I was pretty sure something would!

"Go put your nose in the corner. Right now," he said.

What? Corner time? I wanted a spanking! But there was still hope for it, I thought. I pouted and went towards the corner. David followed me. He pushed my nose deeper into the corner. "You're clearly not mature enough to sit at the table with the adults. You stay there until it's time to go," he said. OMG. This was just the sort of "treating me like a little girl" that I had talked to him about!!!!

Despite it being sort of what I wanted, it was still sooo embarrassed. My Mom, my Dad, my Sister, all saw me treated like a child by my husband. Having to stand with my nose in the corner? For the whole rest of the visit??? I'd miss desert! And they probably figured I was due for a spanking when he got me home, if not before then!

I really, really wanted to act up in the corner. Maybe get a spanking on the spot. Or goad him into punishing me by baring my bottom for the rest of my cornertime, like this.


Imagine how embarrassing that would be? But no. I figured I could not legitimately misbehave any more than I already had or it would be me openly challenging my husband's authority in front of the family, which I would not do. It was in his hands now. He had spoken. Besides, in a way, this may have been even worse. More real, you know?

The conversation continued, without me. The table was cleared. Desert was brought out. There were berries for David and I as we were "low-carbing" it.

"Can she come out of the corner for desert?" asked my Mom to David. She didn't ask me. She asked him! About me coming out of the corner!

"No, she needs to learn her lesson." he said, masterfully I thought.

Oh damn. I was stuck with my nose in the corner. Did I mention that it was HUMILIATING!?!?!

They finished desert and cleared and then went into the living room to finish out the evening. I was still standing with my nose in the corner! David was not going to relent. To add insult to injury, somebody turned the dimmer down when they left the dining room, leaving me in the gloom. David told me later that it was Sue. Nobody fixed it, though.


They talked interminably about nothing at all in the living room. I was feeling quite sorry for myself now. Banished away from the grownups with my nose firmly in the corner. It had been likely a half hour or so by now. I even felt some little tears rolling down my cheeks. It was way more humiliating than I could have imagined or had banked on.


Finally David called me over: "Julie! We're leaving. Come on over here."

I went to them all sitting in the living room. My cheeks were a bit wet from my tears and I was sniffling a bit. What's with that? I was totally regressing and couldn't even help it.

"What do you have to say to your Mother?" David asked me.

"I'm sorry I talked about politics at the dinner table, Mom." I said, sniffling a bit, sheepishly.

"You know, I don't mind this new Julie at all," said my Mom to David.

"Let's go baby," said David, "you know what you're getting as soon as we're home, I hope?"

In my current state I really could not even say the word "spanking". Instead I just said "yes sir," quietly.

"Don't be too hard on her now. She can have her politics, just not at the dinner table," said Dad.

Daddy was a bit of a conservative, like David, though unlike me they did not like Trump. They both shared my distaste for Justin, though, but nobody really likes our Canadian conservative alternative, a fellow named Andrew Scheer who seems to have no backbone. The real alternative is a former conservative cabinet minister and MP for 13 years who branched off from the conservative party and created a new party called the PPC. His name is Maxime Bernier, whom I adore, but they don't. Everybody calls him Mad Max. In a CBC (state broadcaster) interview by Steve Paquin on a show called The Agenda, Steve challenged him on his nickname (at the 24:00 minute mark):

Steve: You know what your nickname is right?
Max: yeah!
Steve: What do they call you?
Max: Mad Max
Steve:Right, after that Mel Gibson movie.
Max: yeah yeah yeah
Steve: Do you like that nickname?
Max: Yes!
Steve: Why?
Max: Because I'm mad!

• I'm mad at the liberals and the big deficit that they are doing.
• I'm mad that we have a government in Ottawa that is interfering in Provincial jurisdiction and don't respect the constitution.
• I'm mad at the way that politicians are doing politics today.
• I'm mad that all the politicians in Ottawa are fighting for a special interest group and not fighting for the interests of the Canadian consumer in the file of supply management.
• I'm mad at all that.
• So yes, you can call me Mad Max!

Steve: Well I won't call you that. I'll call your Mister Bernier, but I understand all that and how you don't take it as a bad one.

If you're Canadian and interested in Maxime Bernier, you can listen to the whole interview above. He's been, of course, ridiculously smeared by all and sundry, but ignore that and listen to his words!

Anyhoo...

David took me home, and sure enough, I went right across his lap for a spanking as soon as we got into the door. I mean literaly. I was marched straight to the sofa, he pulled down my pants and my panties, and he gave me a very hard hand spanking that had me yelping and shrieking and promising to be good and no more politics at the dinner table!!!!


Once the dust had settled, I asked him about the incident. About the first spanking reference, he said he wasn't going to lie for me. Ok. Fair enough. When I got bratty and talked politics, especially Trump, he knew that I knew better and was being a deliberate brat. He thought he'd give me a punishment that conformed to my concept of being treated "like a little girl by the adults", which he thought I actually deserved in this case, but did not cater directly to my kink. He thought me cooling my heels in he corner for the entire rest of the visit would teach me a lesson. Besides, he added, any more would have been forced. He may build up to it. He'll see. He said he'd definitely be reporting on the spanking he just gave me next weekend, with a dire warning of no more politics at supper.

I must confess, I had an inkling... personally I don't think we were too far away from this:


Oh Boy!

I had a fan reach out to me who asked for a line writing punishment from me, and I was happy to oblige.


I share this little vignette with his permission.

Hi Strict Julie,

I'm a submissive male who has always harbored a schoolboy fantasy of having to do a repetitive line writing punishment at the command of a strict and uncompromising woman. While doing a Google search for related terms, I happened across your wonderful blog -- in particular an older post (from 2012) about a lucky sub named Daniel who was required to perform a similar punishment at your behest.

I am writing in the hope that you may consider demanding such a task of me. If I am indeed so lucky, please know that I hereby commit to completing any task you assign by whatever deadline you impose. Of course, I am also happy to express my penance and gratitude via a Paypal tribute in whatever amount you consider appropriate.

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Steve

Steve (name changed), was referring to the post Lines from Daniel from 2012. I responded as follows.

Hi steve!

Paypal is not necessary, I run a non-profit blog.

I'm very happy to, but I do need some material from you. What are some of the things you are most ashamed about? Based on what you send me, I will assign a line writing punishment, and will expect photographs of your lines emailed back to me by my deadline. Fair enough?

Julie

steve wrote me back as follows.

Oh, wonderful! Thank you so much, Julie...I'm so excited! (And, to be honest, a little nervous in the best of all possible ways. As a genuine masochist, the fun for me is not in the punishment itself (that is an ordeal), but rather in testing the punitive nature of an unfamiliar (and self-described 'Strict') Woman. Knowing that this task is a genuine punishment for me, but that I am preemptively committed to completing it, how sadistic will she be?

Okay: what am I most ashamed about? I've got a LOT of fetishes, but there is one very embarrassing one I didn't even realize I had had until I was confronted with it almost accidentally. I'm a huge fan of endurance (read: overnight) bondage. At one point I developed this arrangement with a lesbian couple. Basically, they'd call me up and say they wanted to hang, and I'd tidy up my apt. and stock the fridge according to their tastes. They'd arrive, strap me down to my bed with improvised restraints, and then have the rest of the apartment to themselves until the morning. Their only real responsibility was to check on me periodically to make sure my circulation was okay and stuff, but they were mainly interested in ignoring me and  partying by themselves. And that was actually fine with me.

So the first few times we did this, the one thing I could tell they were increasingly annoyed about was having to let me up every so often for bathroom breaks. It could take fifteen minutes to undo and redo all the straps. So one time when I either woke them up or interrupted them, the one was like, "Can't you make it through the night without going to the bathroom?" And when I said, "Not always," she just kind of rolled her eyes impatiently. The next time they came over, though, before tying me up, one of them handed me something and said, "Put this on first."

It was an "absorbent undergarment," which of course means "diaper." That moment struck a deep and resonant chord with me -- especially the fact that it was nothing for her to suggest the most abjectly humiliating thing in the world a grown man could wear as long as it would make her night more convenient. After that, a diaper became a regular part of the bondage.

Quite surprisingly, the intense humiliation I felt at being so attired in the presence of two attractive woman was unspeakably exquisite. It was definitely NOT an age-play or AB thing, but rather the shock and humiliation of being stripped and denied that fundamental final level of dignity and equality -- it created an instant and deep sub-space for me. Though, again, it's probably the thing that causes me the most shame to admit even among my more fetish-friendly peers.

I now stand ready to accept and complete whatever punishment you impose; I await your instructions with nervous anticipation.

And thank you: Thank you.

Sincerely,
steve

I especially loved steve's first paragraph. It made me salivate! He wrote that to me on April 10, and I got a bit busy with things and did not get back to him for a bit (that happens oftentimes - eSubbies beware - I am not at your beck and call). Then on April 12 we had the following exchange.

Happy Easter! I hope me email has not offended you. I am still eagerly awaiting a writing punishment, but if you have changed your mind I will of course understand. I hope you are having a wonderful day. :)

Oh, it's coming steve, it's coming...

Exquisite! To quote a pop-culture masterpiece, I am trembling with anticipation!

I had not forgotten steve, but his impatience bothered be just a little. He did not make things any better on April 15.

I remain sooooooo unpunished!

Yes, you do. 🤣

Okay, I have an even easier idea: How about I just do Daniel's original assignment? That way you wouldn't even have to come up with a new one. I could just email you the pix when I'm done.

No! You will AWAIT your instructions!
Bad Boy. Whatever I was thinking of before, it's just DOUBLED

yes, Ma'am.

So steve had now managed to piss me off. Even my first reply I was a bit annoyed, but kept it light. When he started suggesting his own fucking punishment!?! WTF? I decided then and there to double it. I have a way of deciding how many lines I was giving to somebody, and I already had a good idea of what it was reasonable for steve to do for me. But at that moment I literally doubled it. The next day, April 16 at 3pm, a Thursday, I got back to him

Alright steve, I'll put you out of your misery.

I was going to assign you 500 lines, but of course it now has to be 1000. It really was only going to be 500. Too bad. Remind yourself of that for every line past 500. I want it handwritten, each repetition numbered, all pages scanned, and sent to me by email before Sunday at midnight.

"Because I am a submissive baby that cannot make it through the night without having to go pee, I need and deserve to be diapered when restrained by dominant women."

Off you go.

I had decided on a sentence that I thought would resonate with the boy. He would be spending a lot of intimate time with it after all. The sentence would become his Mistress. When I decide on the sentence, I write it out a few times by hand myself, and then I multiply to figure the total elapsed time. 500 repetitions would have been 10 solid hours of writing, over a 3 day and 9 hour period including the weekend, which was what I had in mind for him. Of course, due to steve's bad behavior I had had to double that to 20 hours. steve was suitably impacted:

Oh, wow. Wow. I've got a genuine knot in my stomach and only myself to blame. I've just crunched some numbers on this: 1000 reps breaks down into just over 50 sets of 20. Divided into four days, that's 12 sets of 20 per day -- so basically twenty minutes out of every waking hour for the next four days. Devious. I am literally shaking. I will need to get started right away.
 
Thank you, Strict Julie, for your overwhelming generosity of attention regarding my correction.
 
Sincerely,
steve

With the time it took to write that email, you could have done 2 extra lines, I'll bet.

I thought steve may have been exaggerating the amount of time it would take him, but the nice thing about being the one assigning the lines is I did not really have to give a fuck, you know? And you know what? I genuinely did not give a fuck. The next morning I got my first report back from steve.

Ten hours and thirty full pages, yet I am only a quarter of the way there. I will upload photos of the pages I have so far and continue working after I get some rest.

That was only a sample of the pages. He sent me 31 pages total. By his own reckoning he had spent 10 hours from April 16 at 3:30pm to April 17 at 10:30am. Other than sleeping, he must have worked that entire time. Hee hee! I wrote him back that afternoon:

Hmmm... I was expecting more like 20 hours total. But it looks more like 40 hours. You are slow. Well that's good, because there will be extra lines for errors and poor penmanship, so maybe you're better off taking your time.

steve must have been too busy writing lines to respond, because I received my next email from him Saturday morning at around 8am.

Good morning, Strict Julie:

Your calculations are correct. When it comes to actual writing, 1000 reps of the assigned sentence will take approximately 21 hours to complete -- but that's SOLID writing time. The tedium and cramping necessitate short breaks roughly every ten to twenty minutes.

I have reached a major milestone: 500 reps completed. But instead of a sense of relief and accomplishment, I am rocked by the dread of understanding that I am only halfway there thanks to my own boneheaded impatience. Looking at 60+ pages filled with my handwriting and realizing that I literally have to do it all over again is spiritually crushing. But I remain eternally grateful for your edifying lesson.

Newest pages will follow as attachments over several emails.

Thank you,
steve

Steve sent me another bunch of pages, 63 in total out to 502 repetitions. I wrote him back to his whiny complainy email.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you steve? I don't. I was looking deeply inside myself searching for even a small iota of pity, or feeling sorry for you, and... nope. Nothin'!

Yeah, it's rough, isn't it? You could have been done by now. I really thought that 500 of those lines, ten hours of solid line writing, by Sunday, would have been plenty. Punishing even. But then you pissed me off by topping from the bottom. So have fun with your next 500.

Julie

And I'm not play acting either. I genuinely feel this way. Sometimes when I'm beating my husband I'm told my eyes will glaze over and I just won't give a shit. It felt like that.

Next morning, Sunday morning now at 9:30 am, steve wrote back with another dump of pages.

I understand with each excruciating repetition that the "Strict" before your name is no joke. Here are the next pages.

Thank you.
-- steve

I was so glad he was learning that I was not to be trifled with. In the afternoon I wrote back to him at 3:30pm.

Is your hand cramping? Are you bored? Awwww.
250 more lines steve. Chop chop now. Sunday midnight approaches...

At 10:48 pm Sunday evening I received the final batch of pages along with the following note.

Dear Strict Julie,

After obediently writing thirty-thousand words of yours, I hope you will permit me a few additional words of my own to sum up my experience of the past four days.

I have to admit, when I first saw the number I thought I had misread it. “A thousand times? That’s just not realistic,” my mind rebelled. “She can’t expect me to do that many.” But after having made such a deal out of preemptively committing — and after you were so generous to grant me my masochistic wish — there was no way I was backing out of it. I would write every single line demanded of me, and I would do it by her deadline.

It was four straight days of exquisite torture. There was never any real sense of progress. I would work for hours and hours and produce page after page of increasingly painful handwriting, but it constantly felt as if I had barely made a dent in my total. I would wake up the next morning with my thumb on fire, and realize with a sinking feeling that I would have to get started on that day’s quota right away if I had any hope of meeting Sunday's deadline. I wanted to quit so badly. But the whole point of a punishment is that you don’t have the option to quit. And I, after all, had asked for it! I was determined to finish it to the letter of your instructions.

I’m not sure how enjoyable it was on your end knowing that somewhere in the world a man was locked in a prison of continuous, repetitive, menial work at your command — but if it any way appealed to the playful sadist in you, then consider this a standing offer: 

If you are ever so naturally inclined to truly reach out and punish someone — anyone: a random stranger — in this manner, please consider me a potential whipping-boy. Someone pisses you off at work? Rude construction worker cat-call you on your way to lunch? Just pissed off in general and having a bad day? Take it out on me! Dash off a few simple words, determine a figure based on how pissed you are, and hit send. No matter how bad your day is, you can rest assured that someone is now having a worse one. And after a thousand reps, you know I am a man of my word.

Feel free to email me at any time with whatever assignment parameters you require me to follow. I will acknowledge my acceptance of the task upon receipt, and you can expect photographic proof by your deadline. If for whatever reason I am unable to meet that deadline, I will let you know upon receipt of the assignment the earliest completion time I can have it back to you beyond your original deadline; if that is acceptable to you, I will proceed as normal.

And even if you end up never taking me up on this offer, please know: I am eternally grateful for your generous engagement in indulging my masochism. It was torture, yes; but oh so much fun!

— steve

Isn't that nice. A true masochsist, our steve. I expected no less. I wrote back that night just past midnight.

Received.
I'll have more to say after I've reviewed your work.

I thought I would keep steve in a bit of suspense, and I did have to sample some of the lines to see how good or bad it was. I made him wait a couple of days and finally wrote back.

Hi steve,

I reviewed your work and find it to be very satisfactory. There will be no further lines for you at this time. I hope your hand has recovered. I can be remarkably cruel. I think I will do a blog entry about it. It was a special feeling for me knowing you were desperately working away like that. I thought of you many times during your punishment. Thank you for that experience. And, really, careful what you wish for.

Julie

steve wrote back,

Thank you, Miss Julie. I am so relieved that you have judged my work satisfactory; I did work very hard to maintain good penmanship, and to avoid mistakes. My hand is recovering nicely, thank you for asking. Your cruelty commands my absolute respect, and I am elated that my suffering brought you some degree of amusement and satisfaction -- that is truly my greatest reward in this.

I am also excited that you are considering writing about my punishment from your perspective in your blog. It will be humiliating to have my deepest secret exposed to your readers, but what an honor to make an appearance on the most compelling and best-written BDSM-themed blog on the net.

- steve

And that was that, one would think, but after being so terribly abused by me, steve wanted more. He wrote me on the weekend

Subject: Another Crazy Idea...

On the off-chance that you might get a kick out of keeping a man in chastity...

I’ve got a maddeningly secure chastity device called the ‘seed-pod’. It’s metal, shaped like an egg, and looks like a medieval codpiece. Once the hinged front panel is secured with a screw to the base, everything of ‘importance’ is locked away out of sight in a metal vault. Access to the screw can be prevented by attaching a lock. Until now, I have only ever really locked myself up for short periods to try it out; I've even managed to sleep overnight in it -- but I lack the willpower to go much further than that on my own.

But what if...

Instead of an actual lock, I use one of those tamper-proof plastic locks — the ones that are sequentially numbered and can’t be replaced once they’re broken off. I could lock myself up with one of those at an agreed-upon date and time, and then email you photographic proof of the numbered lock in place. Then you would email me the duration of my chastity sentence. Will it be a day? Two? The whole weekend? An entire week? Etc.

From that point on, you go about your business as usual, secure in the knowledge that I will remain locked up. Whenever the mood strikes you for proof, simply email me with a word or a number -- something I couldn't predict that I will write down and take a picture of alongside the intact lock.

If this sounds like fun, let me know and I'll order some plastic locks from Amazon.

Sincerely,
steve

Again, seemed like a low maintenance activity (for me), and if steve wanted to play some more...

Oh steve,

What a spectacularly bad idea.
Yes of course.

Julie

Fair warning, I would say.

Sadly, I have learned the hard way that my seed pod chastity device is not suitable for more than a few hours' use. But I did a bit of research and ordered a CB6000s, which has great reviews for adjustability, security, and long-term use. It arrived today, as did the locks -- which means that I am prepared to receive and serve my chastity sentence at any time.

Just let me know what day and time I need to lock up, and I will email you a picture of the numbered lock as proof. I will then await your confirmation and official sentencing.

I forgot about steve for a few days, and he must have been very trepiditious reminding me after last time!

Hi Strict Julie,

I am desperate not to bother you -- especially when I am about to relinquish control of anatomical access -- but I am curious to know if you have received my last email. If you have, and for whatever reason have changed your mind, please know that I accept and respect your decision, and remain eternally grateful for the attention you have granted me thus far.

Sincerely,
steve

I wrote back right away.

Oh, I'm so sorry steve, I like, totally forgot about you. Which is one reason why this is such a spectacularly bad idea, but whatever...

Yes, please put yourself into lock up for me and send me a photo. After I see you in it, I'll decide how long you'll be locked. Reminder: I did give you 1000 lines...

Julie

And steve responded,

Oh, Miss Julie, I did not forget. That's why I was so hesitant to email you a reminder this time -- I'm loath to provoke your wrath, especially when facing this particular challenge. (Left to my own devices, I'm at it roughly every eight to ten hours. So this will not be easy for me.)

Here is a photo of the installed device with the plastic numbered lock. (I've also added an extended-wear condom catheter for hygiene.)

One honest note about device security: I can (with considerable effort) pull out of any configuration of ring-size and spacer. But I CANNOT get it back on again without cutting the numbered plastic lock. So as long as it's on and the numbered lock is in place, you can rest assured that I have not been out of it. Which means it's actually 100% secure for our purposes.

That said...

I hereby place myself at your mercy, Miss Julie, and await my formal chastity sentence.

Please let me know, too, when and how you would like to conduct check-ins. (One foolproof way would be for you to email me periodically with a word I must write on a piece of paper and photograph next to the lock.)

-- steve

Monday May 4, 3:30 pm

Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear. What a pickle steve has found himself in. At my mercy? What a terrible idea! I wrote back to him the next day.

576835 - got it.

How are you doing? No injuries please. Take it off if you need to for medical reasons. But if it's just to jerk off, then no!

I want you to go a week and then ask me if you can be let out to jerk off. You may send me a pic as often as you like, and I would enjoy it, but I certainly want one at the end of your week. I may, or may not, let you out at that time.

You are ok to tease yourself by watching movies or reading blogs and such. In fact, I insist on it. Send me a list of the websites or videos you watched to tease yourself over the next 24 hours.

Fairly merciful. Only one week. I was not sure how experienced steve was.

Thank you, Miss Julie, for your fair and just chastity sentence. I will endeavor to serve it with grace and gratefulness.

And thank you for your concern about injuries; safety always comes first, and I will definitely take your advice should the need arise. Actually, the device is shockingly comfortable -- much of the time I can literally forget I'm wearing it. Of course, that changes instantly with the slightest arousal. And then it is absolute torture to have to ride it out, unable to give myself even a whisper of relief, knowing that I am days away from that hope and that the best thing for me to do is to erase my mind like a monk until I can eventually subside back into forgetfulness.

The problem I'm experiencing is that I'm increasingly becoming aroused by the slightest stimulus, and my interludes of forgetfulness are becoming shorter and shorter. I cannot even escape into sleep for more than a few hours at a time without being jolted out of sleep by the desperate need to jerk off. I literally have to get out of bed and pace around before I can hope to return to sleep.

So these videos have been unbearable. Simple music videos are surprisingly effective. And, of course, anything showing a man having sex with a beautiful woman is so brutally unfair I could almost cry. Seriously. (Here are the first few url's. These were so torturous to watch that I haven't had the courage yet to delve into my more kinky triggers.)

https://www.xnxx.com/video-jx43t91/girl_gets_massage_before_banging_with_bb

So cute that he watches music videos and lingerie shows to get himself all excited, and then jerks off to a woman taking it from a Big Black Cock!

Hi Steve,

Send me a photo of your locked cock ASAP. I want to check up on you.

4pm Monday I would consider to be the end. But check your email before unlocking. If none from me, then take a photo, send it, and then you may unlock and play with it until further notice. Depending on my mood (which is not very good right now but may get better) I might decide to extend you.

Re. Your choice of "porn". Very cute! Dua Lipa, lingerie show, and a massage where the girl winds up getting fucked by a massive dick! For that last one, do you imagine you are the guy, or the girl?

Julie

He wrote back,

Here is your requested photo, Miss Julie. I am sorry you are not in the best of moods; I do hope that improves soon -- and not merely for selfish reasons.

So, I don't really imagine myself as the girl OR the guy in that last video. I actually imagine myself as a third, offscreen character -- the woman's husband, locked in chastity while his wife enjoys her 'massage'. So much fun!

I'll send you some more url's in a bit...

Saturday May 9, 2:30 pm

Cuckold fantasy. Who'd have thought? :-)

On May 11, 7 days after he started, I found I had not received anything in my email. I sent steve a note.

Hi steve -
I did not receive a photo from you at the appointed time. Can I presume you remain locked?

He responded that evening,

Hi Miss Julie,

No, I took it off as soon as I could. But I've been working all night, so haven't had a chance to send you the pic until now.

Monday May 11, 4:40 pm

The photo had the right lock on it, and the title of the photo proved he was still in the cage 7 days after he started (Monday May 4, 3:30 pm). But I have a suspicious nature. I saved the attached jpg and looked up the timestamp in the photographs metadata.  It was from Saturday May 9, a full two days BEFORE he was due out. I wrote back simply,

I think you've been dishonest with me, steve...

Have you ever heard more terrifying words spoken? Did he take me for a fool? He responded in a bit of a panic.

No! I didn't, I swear! I had it on the whole time -- even longer, I just forgot to take a picture when I took it off on Monday so I used one from before. (I actually DID take the picture, but when I went to upload it afterward it wasn't there. I panicked because it was already late and just sent the one from the other batch. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be dishonest. I was proud of my achievement and I wanted you to be as well. I hope you can forgive me...

I believed him. But he may have sent me the wrong photo deliberately to get additional punishment out of me? But what if he had done that and I had not checked the timestamp? I would have been the fool. I did not appreciate that.

Well I'm glad you've come clean with me, but what you did I consider to be dishonest regardless. You failed at sending me the photograph I asked for, and then you attempted to pass off another photograph as the one I asked for, and you took me for a fool.

I feel you need to be punished for it.

First, I would like you back in your cage until further notice.

Second, I want lines.

"I will never again lie to Mistress Julie and take her for a fool."

1000 repetitions. You may set your own deadline, but you will be locked in your cage for a minimum of 4 times the elapsed time for you to do all your lines, so I would get moving if I were you.

Julie

I thought that was a good punishment. Even though the phrase was shorter, the 1000 number would no doubt resonate horribly in his brain. I was unsure of what outside commitments he would have, so rather than set any kind of unrealistic deadline, I let steve choose his own deadline, with very clear consequences if it was too far out.

Yes, Mistress Julie. I am so sorry. What I did was stupid and I am ashamed. Your punishment is fair, and though the last thing I want to do is write lines right now, I can only be grateful to you for this harsh lesson in the consequences of my behavior: thank you, Mistress Julie.
-- steve

That was May 15. I did not answer that email. steve was cutoff until he delivered his punishment to me. He delivered on May 17.

Dear Ms. Julie,

It is with sincere humility that I submit for your approval my completed punishment. I can promise you that I felt every line as a just rebuke of my failure of character. The cramps in my hand, arm and shoulder will be a continuing physical reminder, as will the duration of my continued chastisement. (I didn't realize how much I would hate wearing this thing; your using it to motivate my dedication to completing my punishment as swiftly as possible was as smart as it was effective.)

Sincerely,
steve

steve sent me most of his lines. He "forgot" to scan page 1 and page 2 and send it to me. Hard to miss that! Having a very finely honed sense of "brat", I was pretty sure I was being bratted and he craved even more and harsher punishment. I briefly considered having him repeat all the lines all over again for his omissions, and adding that time onto the original for 4x to unlock, but I didn't want to kill the poor boy, so I pretended not to notice.

Well done, steve, I believe you have learned your lesson.

Elapsed time was approximately 2 days, so you are locked for a further 8 days from the time I receive a fresh photograph of your cage with a new lock on it (your time locked while writing lines certainly does not count, nor does any time bumbling around to get me that photograph, in case you were wondering).

This time, once your time is elapsed, send me another photo but do not unlock your cage until I explicitly allow you to.

I was originally intending that his time writing the lines be part of the 4x time, but I felt a bit capricious so changed my mind.

Yes, Mistress Julie. I understand your instructions; you can rest assured that I will follow them to the letter this time. I did remove the cage briefly for cleaning after my 1000 repetitions, but I had not jerked off before reading your email and putting it back on with a new numbered lock. I am emailing you this photo as proof of my compliance. As instructed, I will email you a new photograph of the intact lock at 9pm on Monday, May 25th, but I will remain locked up until you grant me explicit permission to remove the cage.

Sincerely,
steve

Sunday May 17, 9 pm

Update: It hasn't even been a day, and already I hate being stuck in this thing. The fantasy of enforced chastity is fun, but the actual practice sucks. I woke up this morning with one thing on my mind, and it is depressing to realize that I have NOTHING to look forward to today in that regard. Or tomorrow. Or the next. That thought alone keeps trying to trigger an erection, but the stupid two-and-a-half inch cage won't allow anything more than semi-flaccid. So there's an infinite bio-feedback loop in which I'm stuck on this tingly plateau of arousal that is as distracting as it is frustrating. And when finally, exhausted and defeated, the feedback loop eases and I manage to relax again inside the cage, I produce a single drop of pre-cum that stains my underpants like a teenager's tear. That is all the physical relief my body can manage, and it is a profound insult to me as a man.

So that's my first half-day. Hooray!

-- steve

He seemed to be suffering even worse this time. Good!

You have no idea how much your account fills me with joy, steve.
Now please go and find me some super sexy videos that turn you on and send them to me to further revel in your chastity.

He obeyed.

Not that I really need it at this point, but this is a video that has been driving me crazy...

https://txxx.com/videos/1102945/overnight-check-in-2-am/

Poor steve is really torturing himself with his primo fetish. He sent me another follow-up next day.

Hump Day. Yeah...not for me, though, huh? Not even close...

I cannot BELIEVE it has only been two days I've been stuck in this thing. It's like being three years old and having to wear a new pair of dress shoes to church, only I can't take them off for a whole week -- and it's on my junk, which is way way worse than ANYTHING.

As a punishment, I totally get it. That's the one thing that keeps me going -- "I brought this on myself for being stupid, and I'm going to endure every second Mistress Julie requires of me." I just wish I had done the whole thousand lines in one day. I tried, but only made it to 500 before passing out. And now because of that I've got six more days instead of two. Two would be hell. Six is... fuck.

-- steve

P.S. Should you decide in your infinite wisdom to let me out early, I can assure you that I have COMPLETELY learned my lesson.

Morning "Wood" - Wednesday May 20

 Oh, how amusing. Of course not.

Awwwww.... poor wee wee.
You're being punished stevey.
With what you tried to get away with, you're lucky if I don't keep you in it for a month.
Mind you, I still have that option...

And that brings us right up to the current day. I'm definitely considering extending steve past May 25th, but for how long? Perhaps the readers would like to chime in with some suggestions, or maybe most of you being male subbies, you will all come to his defence and want him unlocked on schedule. Let's see!

I got called over to have a cup of tea with my Mom the other day. I was a bit worried!


I recently got punished at my Mom and Dad's for talking politics at the dinner table. It was in front of my Mom, Dad, and older Sister. My husband sent me to the stand in the corner right there in the dining room for the last part of main course, all through desert, and then stay there, in the darkened room, until we left to go home. Before we left I had to apologize to my Mom. David then strongly implied, in front of them all, that I would be getting a spanking back home, which I sure did get, across his knee and on my bare bum.

Of the people present, Sue knows exactly what I'm doing and why and thinks I'm crazy, but goes along with it. My Dad seems amused by it, and his only comment was that David should not "go too hard on me". Mom looked dubious throughout, I would say, but played along. After I apologized to her she quipped that she "liked the new Julie". It was all described in detail in Monday Dinner + Politics = Nose in Corner :-(

I had previously shared with them what I was doing, as recounted in Honesty is the Very Best Policy. At that time I had just signed a DD Contract and I, with David at my side, explained the general concept of the thing to Mom and Dad. Actually, that discussion followed a couple of weeks after a revelation from David (and I) that I had just been spanked for punishment, which they did not take too seriously, I would say.

What we explained was that I crave, from time to time, to not be so responsible for my behavior and to be treated like a child by the "adults" around me. It's psychological and fucked up, I know, but it's real. Mom and Dad were surprisingly accepting of what we told them. I was "in for" a spanking at the time of that discussion, and while we originally thought I would be taken upstairs for that by my husband, one thing led to another and it wound up being "on the spot", bare bum and everything, in front of Mom and Dad, who thought it was "cute" (it was a very mild spanking by my husband's standards).

I guess it went to a slightly different level with David, a bit angrily, sentencing me to corner time during dinner. It must have been weird for my Mom and Dad to see their grown-up daughter so publicly punished by her husband like that. David insisted my nose touch the corner (both walls), which if you've ever done corner time before, you know that it's for sure extra punishment and makes you mush your breasts against the wall and stick your butt out in a silly way and is just darned humiliating.

So a few days later Mom phoned up and suggested we have tea together, just the two of us. She didn't say what the topic of conversation would be, but I could sure guess!


I arrived at her place and we went to the sun-room off the kitchen for tea. Dad was nowhere to be seen. I guess he had been told to make himself scarce. After serving, and after a bit of smalltalk, Mom asked "so how is this spankingthing going?" I told Mom it was going good, that I felt good about it, that I liked it when David took charge of me.

"You spent a lot of your last visit standing in the corner. Is that what you really want?" she asked. There it was.

I told my Mom that I know it looks stupid, but that I had asked David to hold me accountable, and that I deliberately pushed some boundaries, and got what I had asked for.

"I like my grown-up Julie," said my Mom to me.

I told her that I like that too, most of the time. It's just that I've been really needing to be "taken care of" like that. That it made me feel good. Warm and loved.

My Mom asked if I thought my childhood, my emotional needs, and my sexuality all got tied up together somehow. Something like that I said, blushing a bit. Mom was making clear she knew my sexuality was involved in this as well, but what did I expect. Of course it is.

She then asked if I thought this was at all related to what happened to me...

I never told Mom the details of it, but she knows something bad of a forced sexual nature had happened to me just after I had moved out on my own. I did cry in her arms, but I did not want to speak of it, to anybody. She really pushed for me to see a counselor at the time, but I pushed back. Even angrily at times. I wanted to just move on.

I told her it probably was, and that this was actually a positive step. I told her how I was pretty messed up around dating until I had met David (she knew that much!), but that I had shared everything with him, and how supportive he had been and still is. I even confided in her, in strictest secrecy, that for a long time it was him getting all the spankings from me! That it was really empowering for me. And then somehow I just got less and less nervous and eventually wanted to explore David dominating me, and that I was delighted that I could do that now without any fear or anxiety at all, and just the opposite in fact, it felt good to be "taken charge of".

Well that gave Mom some pause. "Hmmmm," she said, trying to figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Mom had come into the discussion open-minded and now rendered her judgment. "Well, if this is what you want, and you think it's healthy for you, then I suppose we can put up with it. Your father even seems to enjoy it."

"I know!" I said.

"I enjoy it too, a little bit," added Mom in a whispery voice. "It's very cute in a way. And sexy for you and David!"

Sexy? Mom!

I was so relieved, you can't believe it. I was worried I'd be called out for being a sick pervert or something, but Mom was amazing. I knew that. But... amazing!

Encouraged by Mom's words I blushed and asked, "is it ok if David, still, like, spanks me in front of you and Daddy when he thinks I need it?"

"Yes, if that's what you want," answered Mom with a little laugh.

I thought I'd push my luck, "can Daddy spank me?"

Mom looked thoughtful and said she'd have to think about that, but she said it with a little smile!!!

And then Mom scolded, "but tell David no more making you spend the entire visit with your nose in the corner. A little bit is fine, but not the whole time. We want a proper visit from you!"

"Yes Mom, I'll tell him," I said. Wow. Carte blanche to be stood in the corner for a "little bit of time" and get spanked. And implicitly spanked bare bum, like i had been the first time. This was going better than expected! I was dying to tell David.

And then Mom added what I figured she was going to say all along. "You know, you can still go and see a therapist about all of this, even now. It may be very good for you."

You know, maybe I should? I am a pretty messed up chick in many ways. But I'm worried they'd cure me and then where would we all be???? Remember the "joke" from the Woody Allen movie, Annie Hall?

 A guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs.

I thanked Mom for the suggestions and told her I'd think about it seriously. She raised her eyebrows at that because it was the first time I had not made light of it or been angry at her for suggesting it. I hope she thinks it's progress!


And so that was my visit. I came home and told David all about it and he was not surprised. He did admit that it opened up certain possibilities for the future for me...

I wonder what Mom's ruling is going to be about whether Daddy can spank me? Is she going to discuss it with him? What a terrible situation for Dad. Dad is rarely tongue-tied, but what's he supposed to say? "oh, well, ahem, well, you know, if it's for her own good, I maybe can, you know, bring myself, yes that's it, bring myself to, well you know, carry something out along those lines... if that's what you want, of course... and everything..."😁😂

After my conversation with Mom last week (Tea with Mom) I wasn't sure what to expect at Sunday family dinner. Was I going to get a spanking from Daddy??? I asked Mom during tea if that was possible and she smiled and said they would consider it. I hoped for it...


So I came into Sunday dinner all a tizzy wondering what would happen. So no big spanking happened, but there was a bit of exciting "show and tell" from David and a lot of spanking conversation. But most significantly there was a promise of something very exciting to come... read to the end to find out!

There was the usual crowd: my Mom and Dad, my big sister Sue, my husband David, and I. The first thing that happened as we got seated was Dad who said, "no more politics at the dinner table, right Julie?"

I answered "Yes Sir!". Everyone smiled a bit but that was all that was said. I think David, Sue, my Dad, my Mom even, may have wanted to say more, but nobody did (like, a reference to me standing in the corner last week, or of me getting my spanking after David got me home, or a reference to what would happen to me if I did it again...).

That was that during dinner. Boo. I was thinking the evening would be a spanking bust. I was wrong!

After dinner we gathered to "sit more comfortably" in the living room. That was when my Mom made things interesting. She said, "Julie and I had a talk earlier this week about her spankings."

My "spankings". That's definitely how she started: "her spankings". Already feeling the blush!

She summarized why I thought I needed it, and I agreed with her assessment. Basically along the lines of feeling the need to be taken care of in a childish sort of way, a little holiday from grownup responsibilities, in a playful and sexy sort of way for me.

Yes, she did say "sexy". Mom for sure had me pegged.

Mom went on to explain how she and Dad did not mind being a part of it, within limits. She did not specify those limits though. She then asked Sue if she felt the same way.

Sue could have made trouble, as in "you're all crazy! She's just doing it to get her rocks off!" But she didn't. She played along and said something along the lines of, "No, I don't mind at all. I've seen her spanked and spanked her myself already. I think it's a bit of fun and if that's what she thinks she needs then I'm fine with that."

Wasn't Sue great? She knew what I wanted, and even though she did not 100% approve, she said just the right thing to normalize it. To make it seem like not such a big thing.

Sue went on, "But based on the fact that I blistered her butt, I'm not sure if she ever wants me to spank her again."

"Of course I do, I deserved it," I said.

Mom expressed some surprise that Sue "blistered my butt". Sue said that I had misbehaved with her, that I had suffered the consequences, and all was forgiven.

"How hard was this spanking?" Mom asked a bit incredulously.

"Oh, it was hard," said Sue. "She has a very high pain tolerance. And she won't get injured, no matter how hard you go, that big butt has a lot of padding on it."

"Sue! It's not that fat!" I remonstrated.

"It's a lovely bottom," offered David, "but she does have a very high pain tolerance."

"You went light on her when you spanked her here, I take it?" asked my Mother.

"Yes," said David, "that was an uncharacteristically light spanking. Normally she wants it much harder than that."

"How do you know how hard to spank her?" asked Mom.

Oh my gosh. It was a whole conversation between Mom and Sue and David about how hard I "take it". Dad was just sitting back and munching on the pocorn, figuratively speaking.

"We have a system," said David. He went on to explain my safeword (RED) and how I try hard not to use it, but everyone feels better knowing it's there.

"I've heard about this 'safeword'," said Mom. I wonder where? "So how do you usually spank her?" asked Mom.

David then elaborated on his spanking technique!

He said he takes me across his knee and bares my bottom... oh gosh! He said he starts with his hand. He goes fast and hard, usually until I'm kicking up a storm and crying out, and that's usually enough. Sue chimed in that his hand may be, but hers not nearly. David said the next level up was a wooden paddle of some sort. Or maybe the back of a wooden hairbrush. Sue added, "or the wooden spoon, Mom." And the top level is some kind of a leather strap, could be a doubled-up leather belt. He usually has me bent over for that. "And butt 'neked," added Sue helpfully, "from what I've seen."

"Yeah," confirmed David, "I make it extra memorable by having her strip for a strapping."

"Oh my!" said Mom.

"David!" I complained.

David then made me stand up and turn around so my butt was facing them. He showed them the prime areas where I get spanked: lower butt cheeks and upper thighs. He demonstrated with a few hand swats across the seat of my jeans.


"Spread your legs a bit," he told me. I did so. He gave me a couple of smacks to the insides of my thighs. "Very sensitive in here on the bare skin. I give it to her there if she kicks around too much, or otherwise makes a fuss. Especially with the paddle."

David had really gotten into the spirit of it and explained it all quite exuberantly!

"I can tell you enjoy this," said Mom to David.

"Oh I do. I definitely do. Now, if you're using the belt, just make sure the end of it is aimed for a butt cheek, rather than having it wrap around to her hip. Bend over a bit, Julie."

Oh my! I put my hands down on the sofa seat I was sitting on. David whipped off his belt and doubled it up. He showed where to aim it. Then he took a couple of swings.

I said, "Ow! Ow!"

"That seems intense," said Mom.

"She can take it, can't you Julie?"

"Yes Sir," I said, as he put his belt back on and let me sit back down a bit flushed.

"As I said, your father and I, and Sue it seems like, are fine if you wish to give her a spanking like that when you're over here."

"Like that"? Stripped??? No, she must have meant just harder. Right?

"Thank you so much," said David. "It actually means a lot to Julie that you're accepting of this part of her."

"Of course we are, and, as has been said before, it's a bit of sexy fun to see our all grown-up daughter given a spanking from her husband!"

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy, thank you Sue," I told them all.

"Thank your husband," said Mom.

I turned to David and gave him a big hug and a kiss and said, "and extra-specially thank you, hubby!"

Mom went on, "you also asked about your father spanking you..."

"Uh huh," I admitted.

"We discussed it," she went on, "and it appears you've already gotten yourself a little spanking from your father."

"What?!?" said Sue, very surprised.

Uh oh. Was I back in the doghouse again?

"From what I understand," said Mom to Sue, "your sister quickly bared her own butt and then threw herself across your father's lap."

"She was pretty quick!" laughed Dad, "Nothing to do but give her a few whacks and send her on her way. They weren't very hard ones!"

"I understand you know about this, David?" asked my Mom.

"Yes," said David curtly. "After the fact. I was quite angry with her for not getting permission first, from any of us, and I gave her a pretty hard spanking with the hairbrush just before coming here a couple of weeks ago. She was sitting on a very sore tush during dinner."

"Well that's all well and good," Mom said, "but I think your father and I are the most aggrieved parties in this, wouldn't you say?"

"I would," said David.

Oh boy. I was gettin' spanked! By my Mom and Dad!

And then Mom turned to me and with a little smile, not angrily, said, "so next Sunday, after dinner, your father will be taking you upstairs for a proper spanking, young lady, just like David described."

Mom said it with a smile and a virtual wink, but OMG!!!!!!

On the way out we all said our goodbyes. When my Dad said "I'll see you next week," it had a certain extra meaning!

So now that's 'gonna be a thing...

I'm still very giddy and excited that this Sunday, with my Mom's blessing, I'm expecting my Dad to give me my first "proper" grown-up spanking from him!!! I'll have more to say on that prior to the big event. But first, I wanted to introduce you to a new blog friend of mine named mike.

mike is overweight. He is 6'1" and 300lbs. He has a wife and young daughter and something I wrote on a previous post (The COVID 25) about david's recent weight gain struck a chord with mike. I had written about david,

Listen, I love him and find him super sexy regardless of his weight. It's more the lack of self-discipline and self-respect that is a turn off than any visuals because I know he is capable of losing that weight. And most importantly are the health risks! He is my partner for life, and he BETTER stay healthy.

mike felt a big twinge of guilt reading that. He wrote to me asking if I would help him. In his note he said,

Miss Julie, While I’m sure that you’ve been and will be thoroughly inundated with similar emails given your last post, I simply can not keep myself from sending this one.

I’ve viewed your blog from afar for so long and read your tales of domination, nearly always imagining myself in many of the predicaments poor David seems to get himself into. Your last several posts have hit me incredibly hard and felt very personally important.

Weight loss has been a struggle of mine, and on and off the roller coaster of doers and regain have been my story for many years. I’m 36 now, and with a newly adopted daughter in my home, I simply can not continue the same decisions I have been making, for my and her sake. It’s up to me to make sure that I am with her for as long as I can be.

You’ve talked about accepting e-subbies, and I would like to humbly request any assistance you can give with accountability in my situation. I understand that Strict Julie can indeed be very strict, but I feel that I’m ready to take the next step in becoming the new me, and that accountability to a demanding woman such as yourself will help keep me on track.  Employing any means you find appropriate will help me make better choices for myself and those around me.

I know you’re a very busy woman, and I thank you for reading if you’ve gotten this far. I humbly accept any decision you make, and would be more than happy to answer any questions you have or suggestions for alternative solutions as well. Thank you again, Ma’am. 

Michael

I was eager to help mike, and as we got started, mike began blogging about his experiences. This is mike's avatar on his new blog.


I think it says it all. I am melted. There was no way I was not going to help mike!

I wrote mike back with some specific directions and telling him the program was starting the very moment he read my email. No more than 50g of net carbs per day shall pass his mouth! I gave some other specific directions as well and made him study my blog entry Fat Loss and Spanking that details the routine I use for my husband and the rationale behind it.

mike displayed a fantastic attitude. He instantly jumped on the program full force and with both feet, and I am monitoring him daily. We are only a week into it but it has been a very promising start.

mike thought he would start an online diary for him to write about what he was going through and to share with me. I read the first article he posted and found that mike is a very talented communicator. I encouraged him to open up the blog to the public. I have linked it in my blogroll. It is called Held Accountable and is at https://spankinlyfe.blogspot.com.

He posts articles about his situation, our interactions, and his progress. I made mike post nude pictures of himself weighing in, and we see the progress on the scale. I encouraged mike to fantasize on the blog as well. If his wife was like me, how would he want to be treated by her? He came up with a lovely fantasy where she found out about me and then took him in hand herself.

Taken in Hand

I unfortunately also had to punish mike as well. Not for his diet and weight loss which has been exemplary, but for the numerous typos in his fantasy post that I had to point out as I wanted that article especially clean prior to this post. You can now read about his punishment as well.

First Punishment

Please visit mike's blog and say a word of encouragement. It is now up to all of us to hold mike accountable!

As you all can imagine, I've been absolutely obsessing over the spanking I am due to receive on Sunday evening from my Dad.

Will this be me Sunday evening???

The circumstances leading up to this are detailed in A Promise Made in case you missed it. It's not what you think. It's not a punishment per se, although I expect it will feel like it. It's my Mom and Dad catering to their grown-up daughter's silly request.


My flirting with being spanked in a family setting was first exposed to my Mom and Dad more than two years ago. I set it up in advance with David. I playfully (and inappropriately) swatted his bum while he was standing chatting with Mom, and so he "chased me down", turned me under his arm, and gave me six hard swats to the seat of my dress in front of the extended family.

Julie Spanked in Front of Family

This was done with the explicit permission and encouragement of my Dad. David asked him, as a joke sort of, if he was allowed to give me "just one" as I dangled there ass out after he had caught me. Dad told him to give me more than one! I got six zingers over the seat of my tight dress while everybody watched.  It was played as more a sort of fun affair, but as I wrote at the time,

I am proud that I am married to a man who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of who is there to see it!

My Dad definitely enjoyed it and my Mom was very tolerant of it. My younger sister was disgusted, and Sue, my older sister, thought it was hilarious. My younger sister's teenage sons and her husband also saw it. They seemed to enjoy it also! I think there's something universal about a "naughty wife" being playfully spanked on the seat of her dress by her husband. It was very clear (due to all my giggling and my cheeky naughtiness leading up to it) that it was playful with no hint of abuse.

That event, more than anything, set me off on more submissive thoughts regarding my husband taking on a more dominant role in my life, with my family as witness to it. I wanted it "out there" among those I loved. As a badge of some sort. As well, I wallowed in all manner of public spanking fantasies, such as the one below, imagining that David had raised my dress not knowing I was not wearing panties.


I also spun off into fantasies of my Dad spanking me, in the most embarrassing ways, such as bare breasted.


or whipped,


Eventually those extreme thoughts faded, though they still lingered, and I became increasingly more and more subby generally, though I could (and can) still readily switch into Domme mode.


That domestic submissive thinking re-surfaced with a fury over the past two months where, as described in Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible, David had legitimate cause to spank me (against'ish my will), but at home, in private, and very much for real. I was spanked then stood in the corner with my hands on my head and my freshly spanked ass on display as I was  lectured. I found myself (legitimately) receptive in that state, and legitimately obedient fearing a continuation or escalation of my spanking which had already brought me to tears.


As continuation of all this, my Mom and Dad were told about it as it involved me endangering them. This revelation was very embarrassing for me, as it was not a play spanking, but a real one for real justifiable reasons (if you are of the camp that spanking a woman is ever justifiable, which I am).

I must say though, they did not take it too seriously. Partly because they thought what I had done was not too serious (David disagreed, and it was his assessment that mattered!). So they assumed we were playing and their reaction was a combination of amused and supportive of my at-home spanking from David (they spanked me growing up, but only until age 10, so they were not against the notion totally). They also think it is cute and sexy for David to be doing that to me "against my will" (nudge-nudge wink-wink) or not.

The whole incident had me spinning in submissive space, and really, really craving to be taken in hand properly. We subsequently tried a DD Contract of sorts that did not work out as written, but the essence of it is intact. David spanks and otherwise punishes me whenever and wherever I need it, at his sole discretion.


When I was still very much in DD Contract mode,  I really, really wanted to tell my close family that we were adopting this as a new lifestyle: the dominant husband and the disciplined wife. I admit I am obsessed with them knowing that and taking it more seriously. It's not just nudge-nudge wink-wink fun. There's an emotional need wrapped up in there somewhere that I feel is very important to me. (Yes, it's all me me me, I get it.)

So one Sunday, David and I were alone with Mom and Dad, and I told them about our new "lifestyle" (Honesty is the Best Policy). Mom and Dad expressed zero surprise at the announcement that I had become a disciplined wife. She and Dad had already figured that much out. I still felt they took it lightly, as if indulging a child (which was in fact what they were doing), and treating it as naughty fun.

I explained a bit more about why I wanted this. As I mentioned above, I actually have two motivations. Yes, one is sexy, but the other is emotional. I focused exclusively on the emotional component, the idea of regaining my inner child through childish treatment and temporary abdication of responsibility from being self-disciplined to being externally disciplined. I think it's similar to what my blog friend michael is going through with his weight loss problem he describes at Held Accountable: giving his self-discipline a motivational boost by "pretending" (honestly pretending) at external discipline.

Mom was very understanding. She thought it was sweet and sexy as between a husband and wife. It was going so well that David told them that part of what I craved was for them to be involved in some way. One thing led to another and David wound up giving me a demonstration spanking in front of them. Full bare bum and everything  Oh God, that was so embarrassing yet exciting!

This was literally the view my Dad and Mom had.

Having my Dad see me like that, submissive, spanked, on display, really had my fantasies around being spanked by him spinning up. My folks played it off as no big deal to see me like that. I am their baby girl after all. Their "baby girl", though, masturbated to the thought of receiving a legs splayed belt whipping from her Dad...




Not so long after that I had some alone time with my Dad, which was rare, and I sort of spontaneously and shamelessly draped myself across his lap as he was sitting on the couch next to me. I asked for a playful spanking, baring my bum a split second before flopping across his lap to catch him off guard (Spanked by Daddy). He gave me a few playful swats and laughed it off. But he for sure enjoyed having me across his lap like that! (No, there was no erection - that I was aware of - it was just playful and he laughed it off as he does, and said that it was a bit of fun.)



And then on another Sunday there was corner time... (Monday Dinner + Politics = Nose in Corner)

 
We were over for dinner and I was egging David on to raise my spankings in a cute way, but he did it in a legitimately embarrassing way, not the way I wanted, rather in an overly sexual context that involved hints of him being submissive to me, which I did not want. I got a bit mad and decided to be a brat and for some reason deliberately rile up everybody with politics talk at the dinner table. I even insulted Mom a bit, sort of inadvertently. David got angry with me and sent me to stand with my nose in the corner for the WHOLE rest of the dinner and until we left. I have never been treated like that before (at least since I was a little kid). Humiliating. My Mom even asked if I could be released, but David told her no, that I needed to learn my lesson, so I had to stand with my nose in the stupid corner, like a child, for a ridiculously long time in front of everybody, even after they left the dining room to go to the adjoining living room and turned out the lights. Plus, as we were leaving my parents' house I was made to apologize and they were basically told I was getting a spanking as soon as we got home, which happened. Total cringe.


A few days after that incident, mid week, Mom called me and asked me to stop over for tea, just the two of us (Tea with Mom). She wanted to know I was still ok with that kind of treatment, and we spoke very openly and honestly between just the two of us about my domestic discipline needs. I straight up asked Mom if it was ok that we kept involving her and Dad as we had been. My Mom said yes to that. I then pushed my luck and asked if it was possible for me to get a spanking from Daddy... Mom had to think on that one (and no doubt consult with Dad as well), so she left it at that.


Then just this past Sunday, a lot of the conversation I had with my Mom was recapped with my Dad, David, and my sister Sue present as well (A Promise Made). Sue came out very openly that she had spanked me herself, and really hard ("blistered my butt", which was literally true - evil big wooden salad spoon).


That provoked a discussion of safewords for me and spanking technique. David got into it and explained about the hand/paddle/strap progression,


where on my ass and thighs he spanks me, and for how long and for how hard I seem to need it to get the emotional release I am seeking. Everybody was talking about how to spank me and how hard I wanted it! OMG!

Right towards the end, Mom said that I had asked if Dad could spank me. She said that in discussing it with Dad, she discovered that I had already taken matters into my own hands. I don't think she was really mad about that, but she used that, I would say, as a little excuse to promise me that next week, and I quote,

after dinner, your father will be taking you upstairs for a proper spanking, young lady, just like David described.

Mom and Dad had clearly talked about it, and had decided to grant my wish. Yay? Gulp? I do not know any more details about it than just that, and "just like David described" could mean a variety of different things, all the way from a hand spanking over Dad's knee to a nude strapping with bare naked corner time, and anything in between.


But at least it meant a "proper spanking" for sure.

I have since discussed it all with Sue over the phone. She's looking forward to hearing me get spanked by Dad. She thinks "high time!". She scolded me for putting Dad in this position. She is convinced I engineered this whole thing. She accused me of being the type of person who goes into the revolving door behind you and comes out in front. She says I have been trying to provoke Dad sexually since I was a kid, and she hoped Dad would give me "more than I bargained for" (she meant spanking wise, not sex wise, get your heads out of the gutter! Or is that my head...)

While I fantasize a lot of things about my Dad, I don't want this spanking to be any of that. I just want a straightforward punishment spanking from him, with the requisite baring and inevitable exposure that comes part and parcel with such a punishment. I realize that inherent in a spanking punishment is removal of clothing, and that's deliberate. For an adult woman it's embarrassing when it's done for that purpose. Modesty is a privilege that is lost for the duration of the punishment. I accept that, as if I had a choice.

And so that catches us up to my present state of anticipation for next Sunday where Dad will be spanking me, for real, for sure.

While it was not said, I'm pretty sure Dad will be spanking me in front of Mom. That in itself makes it more embarrassing. With my Dad we can play it off as fun. With Mom there watching over it, it becomes more punishment than fun already, which I suppose is good, but more embarrassing. Mom already thinks I should be seeing a therapist, and this will not help that cause! But she indulges me. She does not see the harm in it, but doesn't really approve.

I am almost certain I will have to go across my Dad's knee, my bum will be bared, and he will give me a significant spanking with at least his hand. Dad's "manhood" may be a bit at stake if he is unable to raise a ruckus from me that can be heard downstairs, and is unable to make me cry. Dad is not one to back off from a challenge, and he is still in really good shape for his age!

Holy shit...

It actually happened! I was spanked by my Daddy! Not everything I had hoped for, but pretty darned much! Certainly a real emotional release. Mom was there to watch and even "lend a hand". It all went smoothly and ended well for all concerned and with no harm done (except to my butt and thighs!).


If you are new to all this, I recapped how we got here in my last blog entry My Upcoming Spanking. Please read there if you want the background, and it links to earlier things leading up to it as well. Just to very briefly recap, I was bound and determined to become a "Disciplined Wife" to my husband, and I wanted my close family to know and somehow be involved. We talked about it a lot, and as Mom especially seemed sympathetic to my emotional needs, and Dad enjoyed teasing me in a good-natured way about my spankings, I eventually wound up by asking them, via Mom, if it was ok if Dad gave me a spanking. Mom and Dad agreed, and promised me a spanking a week later, which was earlier today.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, after having tea with me, my Mom checked with David before promising me my spanking. So my beautiful RAT FINK of a husband was in the know, and did not let on until after it was all over. I should have fucking guessed that Mom would have talked with him! So when he was showing them where on my ass he spanks me, what implements he uses, my safeword, and how hard he goes, he already knew that I was 'gonna get a spanking from Daddy. They talked this past week also, again unbeknownst to me. Mom asked David to borrow the hairbrush he uses on me as she did not think she had a suitable one.


And they talked more about how I need it to be "real" and hard, and my use of the safeword, and how anything I say or do or carry on outside of using the safeword is not an indication I need it to stop, despite appearances to the contrary. Apparently it was a three-way phone call with Mom and Dad huddling around their portable landline speakerphone. David sold it to them as me really craving the emotional release of a spanking from my real Dad as some kind of expiation of guilt for things I have done to myself over the years. He told them I was seeking the same level of emotional intensity that I perceived during my spankings as a child, which requires a serious spanking as a grown woman. There was discussion about my state of undress, and David said that I associated a bared bottom strongly with spanking discipline and would be disappointed otherwise. So David was assisting a lot behind the scenes to set this up, for which I am eternally grateful. He so looks after my needs in every way imaginable! I love him so, so much!!!!

So rewind to earlier today, before I know any of this, and there I am jabbering away to David asking him all sorts of questions about if he thinks my spanking will happen, how he thinks my spanking will go down, how I should behave during my spanking, what I should wear, and on and on and on, and he already knows all the answers and is not saying anything. I thought he was just being a good listener. Ha!

In the end, I decided to wear pants (jeans in particular), not a dress or a skirt. I know that disappoints some of you, but here was my reasoning. If Daddy did not tell me to pull my pants down, then when he told me to get across his knee I could pull my pants and panties down quickly myself, as if that was normal and expected for my spankings, and it would be awkward to get them back up again. Harder to do that with a skirt, as I'd have to be actively engaged in holding it up. My panty choice was a full cut white cotton with a touch of lace around the waist and leggings and tiny little flower print. I know, a bit "little", but the alternatives were either sexy or frumpy. For my top I had on a nice short-sleeved V-neck T-shirt that would not cover my butt. I was debating bra or no bra, but I always wear a bra and it would have been noticed by Mom especially had I not, and therefore risked sending signals I did not wish to send and might have jeopardized the vibe. So bra it was.

Just before we left, as a "sudden thought", David thought he should bring my spanking hairbrush to offer to Dad in case they didn't have anything suitable. Well that would be embarrassing, having David hand that over to Dad, but I thought it was a good idea so as to put a hairbrush spanking into Dad's head. I'm so dumb! That was prearranged.

As we got there, Sue was already there. As we greeted she said, "so, are you excited for your spanking? Is it really going to happen you think?" She seemed pleased about it for my sake, not angry. "I dunno. I hope so," I told her. "I think it will," she said. She had no more information than I at that time.

Dinner was surreal. All these people talking about perfectly normal things. How could they TALK ABOUT PERFECTLY NORMAL THINGS?!?! I didn't say much. My quietness was not commented on. I was always first to hop up to clear and serve. "I'll get that, Dad," took on a new meaning for me as I cleared Dad's plate from the table. I was starting to feel very submissive towards everyone at the table and was acting accordingly.

Once dinner was done and everything was put away, my Mom raised it for the first time that evening.

"Julie, sweetheart, I assume you still want to do this thing?" asked Mom.

I nodded my head affirmatively.

"Well then up you go to your old room and wait for your father and I. We'll be up in a minute." said Mom.

Oh gosh. It was happening.

I went straight upstairs without interacting with anybody. My room had changed since I was a kid. It used to have a small bed pushed against two walls, a desk in it, a couple of little chairs, a coffee table of sorts, and bookshelves. The room had been completely redone since I moved out. It was now dominated by a much bigger bed with a small makeup/dressing table at the foot, and a dresser-drawer off to the side.

I sat there on the side of the bed. Appropriately, my feet don't quite touch the floor. I was wondering what to do. Should I stand facing the corner? Should I do that with my jeans and panties lowered? Should I strip? I was nervous and in the end did nothing but sit there and wring my hands. My heart was beating wildly. This was unlike any other sort of anticipation for a spanking I had ever felt in my life before. There was no sexual element to it at all. I found myself regressing, in fact, into a "little girl" state, worried much less about anything I'd done, and much more about Mommy and Daddy coming upstairs to spank me.

What I learned later was that Mom and Dad had briefly consulted with Sue and David before coming upstairs. They wanted to confirm again with them that they thought this is what I really wanted, and if it was a terrible idea or not. David said that he and Sue were both super supportive and said that I was looking for some sort of emotional release that only a spanking from Dad could give me. Mom said that she thought it best that she should be going up with Dad. David and Sue agreed. David handed over the hairbrush he had brought to Mom.

Mom asked if they had any last minute advice for them. According to David, Sue independently told them to give it to me "bare butt" like I got when I was a kid, that it was important to me. David re-emphasized that I had a high pain tolerance and wanted a real spanking that would bring me to tears, and that crying out, saying I was sorry, and even asking for it to stop was part of what gave me my emotional release, and they could ignore that, and that I was responsible with my use of the safeword "red" that David assured them I knew could be used and respected. Sue agreed with all of that, and re-iterated how hard I wanted it. So all of that is largely responsible for the very decent spanking I was to imminently receive. Without that guidance, it might have been a joke, so I am grateful to the both of them for that.

After about five minutes of waiting I could hear footsteps on the stairs coming up to my room. My tummy did butterflies hearing that!

They both walked into the room together. I could see that Mom had my big dark wooden hairbrush in her hand. I guessed at the time that David was successful in encouraging them to use it on me. Oh boy. I felt my butt tingle at that. Though still not my pussy. There was no pussy tingle. I was a little scared and very embarrassed.

"Well let's you get spanked then," said Dad.

"Yes Daddy," I said, getting up off the bed.

Dad sat on the side of the bed where I had been. His feet easily reached the ground (Dad is 6' 2").

Mom was in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, with the hairbrush still in her hand. The door was not being closed. The spanking would certainly be heard downstairs by David and Sue.

"Lie across my lap," Dad told me.

What? My jeans were still up and fastened closed. It would be impossible to get them down once I was across his knee. I went to the clasp of my jeans and started to unfasten them, but then I caught Mom's eye and thought better of it. I couldn't just pull my pants down uninvited like that, in front of Mom and Dad. I decided not to top from the bottom at all and just do as I was told. If Mom and Dad had decided to spank me over my jeans, so be it.

Without lowering my jeans I went to bend across Daddy's lap.

"Take your pants down first," said Mom.

Oh Shit! What a roller-coaster. I stood back up, unfastened my jeans, and peeled them down to the floor. I was careful to leave my panties up. As I said, I had decided I was going to do exactly as they told me and nothing more.

"Take your jeans right off," said Mom.

Off? Why? I don't care. I'm doing as I'm told. I bent down to take my jeans off my feet. I had short ankle length socks on. I slipped those off at the same time as my jeans. I would feel self conscience with only socks on. Amazing my thought processes. THAT was what I was worried feeling self-conscious about???

I picked up my pants and folded them and placed them on the floor in the corner of the room. I also picked up my two socks and bundled them like I do after doing the laundry and put them on top. Now that I no longer had my socks to worry about (!) I got to feeling self-conscious in what I considered to be my somewhat childish cotton panties.


"Go across your father's lap," said Mom. Gee. Mom was really calling the shots. I resigned myself to getting spanked across the seat of my panties. That made sense after all. They did not offer much protection, and this preserved my modesty mostly intact and was more appropriate, for sure (if any of this could be called appropriate at all!).

I did as I was told and I lowered myself across Daddy's lap. His thighs were pretty long and he was sitting more on the edge of the bed, so I had no support from the bed. My toes were on the carpet on the one side, and my hands on the floor and my head near it on the other. I felt soooooo vulnerable draped like that. And so embarrassed!!!! Arguably this was more embarrassing than being naked. Especially with Mom there directing the action and seeing it all.


I felt Dad's arm wrap around my waist and his hand go under me at my tummy. He hoisted me up a little and pulled my panties down to mid thigh. It was going to be bare bottom after all!

I couldn't help myself. I said, "Daddy! No! Please!"

"Shush!" said Mom harshly.

Dad hoisted me up a bit higher across his knees so that my head was closer to the ground and my feet were off the ground. I could only imagine the view that Daddy and mommy saw of me. Oh blush!


Then Dad said, "Julie, I understand this is something you want very much so I'm going to do it for you the way I understand you want it. You have your safety word if you need it. Correct?" He called it "safety word" :-)

"Yes Daddy," I said. "Thank you," I added.

"Ok then," he said and slapped his hand down hard across my right cheek, low down onto the under-curve of my bum. SMACK!

"Ah!" I yelled out in surprise. There's usually a warm-up! But why should there be? The first smack was hard and then the next and the next and the next as well! Daddy strictly alternated butt cheeks and concentrated most down onto the undercurve, straying up a bit from time to time, but not lower.

I was getting spanked by my father! For real! A hard OTK bare butt spanking while Mom watched. OMG!!!!!!! The spanks were hard and each one genuinely hurt my butt. They also rang out like gunshots and I was sure the spanking could be plainly heard from downstairs.

I started kicking my feet and squirming in pain across Daddy's lap.

"Ah! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Daddy! Ow! No! Please! Ow! Ow! Ow!": that was me.

"Is this what you want?" he asked as he continued spanking me.

"YES DADDY!" I cried out as the spanks continued to rain down on my ass.

He paused for a moment and I heard him say, "give me that." All I could see was Mom's feet as she walked, handed him what was certainly the hairbrush, and then returned to the doorway.

Next thing I felt the wood across my bum. Daddy had not struck me yet, he just placed it there getting ready.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked again.

No no no no no no no I really didn't want it! At all! "yes daddy..." I meekly said.

Holy shit fuck! I said in my head as the wood exploded onto my backside!

"Ow Ow Ow No! Daddy! Please Ow! Ow! No! Ow! I'm sorry! Ow!" All the concept of me remaining quiet so that Daddy would not be spooked was totally out the window. The hairbrush really lit a fire!

Dad paused for a moment. Mom walked over. I felt Mom reach for my panties and pull them down my legs to beneath my knees. "A few down there," she said. Next thing you knew the back of the infernal brush started burning my upper thighs. I think I screamed out loud. I didn't care at all anymore if my vocalizations were such that Daddy thought it better to stop spanking me. Maybe he would have been right to! Little did I know at the time how well set up my parents were to continue my spanking regardless.

David said later he knew the exact moment my upper thigh spanking started, as the quality of my screeching changed considerably.

I honestly did not know what sort of spectacle I was making of myself. I was too concerned about the backs of my thighs!

When Dad paused again, Mom, who was still standing over me said, "here, give it to me." My panties by this time were more dangling around my ankles and Mom took them right off me. She came to beside my legs and pulled a bit on my right inner thigh, taughtening the flesh there. "Open a bit," she told me, and I spread my legs a bit.  This certainly had the efect of showing me off even more lewdly to my father. Why did she want that? She then smacked me right there, near where her hand was, on my right inner thigh, with the back of the hairbrush.

I started crying out anew, and I knew my legs were splaying and kicking like a little frog as Mommy spanked the inside of my thigh. They must have gotten an eyeful of very penitent daughter parts!

Mom then walked around to behind me, reached over with her left hand to pull the skin of my left thigh taught. "spread your legs a little bit more," she said. "You like putting on a show," she added. OH BLUSH! OH BLUSH! OH BLUSH! Mom seemed a bit genuinely angry at me manipulating matters with all the spanking nonsense so that Daddy could see my shaved-bare pussy. Funny that she made me show it more! I meekly spread my legs a little more and then Mom spanked the insides of my left thigh with the back of the wooden hairbrush.

"Mommy! Mommy! No! Please! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! Wahhhhhhhhhh!"

Mom probably delivered a total of about twenty smacks inside both thighs. When she was done, she stopped spanking me and gave the hairbrush back to Daddy.

"Giver her a little more and that will be enough," she said to him.

Daddy gathered my legs back in with his left hand and re-hoisted me up over his knee. I felt very exposed still. Daddy started back in with the hairbrush punishing my sit spots over and over and over again.

"No! Daddy! Please! Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Daddy gave me another twenty or so and then called it quits.

I must admit that while the spanking hurt, it did not hurt that much to have me carry on so. The inner thighs stuff was brutal, but the lower butt stuff I was used to. But I wanted to put on a "show" to make sure Daddy looked good. I did manage to conjure up some tears. It wasn't hard.

"Alright, up you get," said Daddy.

I hobbled to my feet and immediately reached back to clutch my inner thighs from behind. Shit that stung! I was of course presenting a complete view to my Mom and Dad.


Mom picked up my panties from the floor where she had dropped them and helped me into them while Daddy watched. I was being dressed by Mom like when I was a little girl.


"Put your pants and socks back on, and come downstairs after you've collected yourself," said my Mom.

They made to leave. "Mommy, Daddy," I said before they left. They stopped at the doorway. I went up to Daddy and gave him a hug, and then I hugged Mom also. "Thank you, I needed that," I told them, my eyes still fresh with tears. They left to go downstairs to join David and Sue.

How did I feel? I felt relief. I felt a certain freedom and joy I would say as well, unlike from any other spanking I have ever received. I was happy! I rubbed my bum and my thighs a bit. I tried to burn every detail of my spanking into my memory. I got dressed and went to the upstairs bathroom I used to use as a kid. I washed my face to refresh myself. I found myself humming. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. I went downstairs.

David noticed it right away. "Well you look very happy for a little girl who just got a spanking," he said.

"I'm feeling happy!" It was great. It hurt. A lot! It was a good spanking. But I really needed it.

"Well look at you, and after all that fuss you made," said my Dad with a chuckle.

"She sure did make a fuss," said Sue, "we could hear it from down here. Come on, then, Julie, show us the damage."

I suddenly felt myself blushing at that. We were done for the evening. "Sue... no..." I sort of complained.

"Julie, do as you're told," commanded David.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

With a big sigh I walked over to the fireplace, turned around so I was facing away from them, unfastened my jeans and lowered them to my ankles along with my panties.

"Happy?" I said. It was a bit snarky. I think David decided to punish me for that.

"No," he said. "Bend over and grab your ankles."

Ohhhh. He knew what he was doing to me. I am a total exhibitionist. For the first time since I was sent to my room for my spanking, I felt a tingle and a gush in my pussy. I very much hoped it didn't show! I bent over.


"Good job Dad!" said Sue, admiring his handiwork. My ass was red from the midline of my butt down to halfway to my knees, and the redness suffused in an uneven line into my inner thighs on both sides. Bent over as I was, I was totally exposing my pussy and my butthole!

"Pull your pants up, Julie!" said Mom, overriding my husband's orders. I did so with alacrity!

"Happy?" I asked sue as I turned.

"Very," she said.

We sat down in the living room and Mom wanted to discuss and dissect the emotional side of my spanking. We did so in vague terms. I was unrelentingly positive about the experience. Mom said that she didn't enjoy seeing me and hearing me cry out, but she could see how it was cathartic for me. We asked Dad what he thought. We'll leave on his words:

"Oh well, sometimes a girl just needs a spanking I guess."

Right after my Sunday Spectacular, I caught a whipping followed by a rough sexing from my husband for ungratefulness.


As I shared in Grown Daughter Spanked by Her Father, I received a wondrous hairbrush spanking across my real father's knee while Mom "supervised". I begged Mom to be allowed to have Daddy spank me, and she relented. It was honestly all I could ever hope for and I was a very satisfied daughter!

On the way out and home I was excitedly chattering to David  the entire way. He was not up there, so I shared every minute detail with him, whether he wanted to know or not. At one point he asked, "so, was it everything you dreamed of?".

I should have just said yes. But of course I always want more. I wanted to be nude. I wanted to be stood in the corner. I wanted the belt from Daddy. All I did was tell David that.

"You're just never satisfied, are you?" he said with a sharp tone.

"Nope!" I answered, cheekily.

"Well we'll see what we can do about making all your dreams come true as soon as I get you home."

Uh oh! My butt was already sore. Not really my butt, My damned inner thighs where Mom smacked me with the hairbrush. She used the same force she might use on my ass, but it is tender there!

When we got home David was all, get upstairs and strip and put your nose in the corner. You're getting the belt from me.

Oh no.

Of course I did as I was told. I relinquished full 24x7 spanking rights on me to my husband. He owns his wife's ass, as he was going to most capably demonstrate over the course of the next hour.

I scurried upstairs and I stripped and I stuck my nose deep in the corner to wait for him.


David came in a few minutes later.

"Julie, turn around, face me," he said. I did so. I saw his hands go for his belt buckle. "You're ungrateful plus I need to remind you to whom you belong," he said as he pulled his belt out.


"yes sir," I said submissively. Pussy tingle!

David went to the bed and arranged several pillows in a stack . "Get your ass over there," he told me. I scurried and draped myself across the pillows, ass high.

I looked at him sideways, a bit fearfully and excited at the same time. It was not only going to be Daddy who spanked me today.

David made a show of dropping the full length of the belt so the tip hit the ground. He was holding the buckle end in his hand. He then wrapped the belt around and around his hand, leaving an 18-inch or so "single tail".

Rather than standing behind me, or to the side, he put a knee on the bed alongside me, facing down my body. He put his free hand on my lower back to hold me in place. Then he whipped the single tail of the belt vertically down my ass cheeks. The tip of the belt wrapped around to the under-curve of my bum. OUCH!

What an evil position to belt whip a girl! It stung like the blazes. He could easily target my ass crack as well as the under-curves on my ass and right down my thighs. He made me spread my legs and continued my whipping. The single-tail whipped down the middle of my crack, just licking my sex. By angling the stroke, he could whip my inner thighs that Mom had already visited so painfully.

"Please! Please!" I begged.

I knew what a show I was making of myself, writhing around, leg spreads across three pillows, humping them.

"Arch your back! Stick that ass out!" he ordered me.

I arched as hard as I could, making a complete spectacle of myself.


The belt continued licking down on me, indiscriminately striking the backs of my thighs, my inner thighs, my low sit-spots, my ass, my bumhole, and my sex.

"Your father gives you your dream spanking and all you want is this?" he asks me as he whips. "Stick your naked little ass up for his belt?"

Oh God yes I did want that... I imagined myself under Daddy's belt. Under Daddy's watchful gaze as I was whipped with my breasts bare, my legs widely spread, my pussy and asshole on complete display.

"Who do you belong to?" David asked as he whipped me.

"You Sir! You Sir!" I said desperately.

"Your husband owns your ass. Say it!"

"My husband owns my ass, Sir!"

"Who has complete rights to whip your ass whenever he thinks you need it?"

"My husband has complete rights to whip my ass whenever he thinks I need it, Sir!"

"Who else has permission to whip your ass if I don't agree?"

"Nobody else has permission to whip my ass unless you agree Sir!"

My complete and utter show of submission seemed to placate him. He put the belt down. he opened the bedside drawer, pulled the liquid lube out and dribbled it on my asshole. Oh no!

He stuck a meaty finger deep up into my ass. Ahhhhh! He gave me a rough finger fucking with it. Then he pulled out, applied more lube and knelt behind me.

"Who owns this ass?" he asked me, more softly, the tip of his cock at the entrance to my asshole.

"you do, sir," I responded pitifully.

"And I'm going to prove it to you right now, you little spanking slut."

With that he pushed his cock into my asshole. FUCK! He got the tip in and I started freaking out. "Relax!" he ordered me, and I did. I made to go potty to loosen it up, and then it started sliding in the rest of the way. Owww! Owww!

"I'm going to teach you a lesson Julie, in who owns this ass. Ask me for your lesson."

"Please, Sir. Please teach me a lesson on how you own my ass, Sir, Totally!"

"That's good. Take it. Take it. Every fucking inch you little ass whore."

[I LOVE it when he talks dirty to me and he's good at it! - he called me spank slut and ass whore and later bitch]

"Yes Sir!" Please fuck me in the ass, Sir. Teach this little ass slut her lesson."

"Spank slut, bitch, get it right," he said as he slapped my ass hard.

"Yes Sir! Please Sir, teach this little spank slut her lesson."

David started pumping his cock now, in and out of my ass. Getting harder. Getting faster. Getting deeper.

"Please teach me, Sir!" I cried out.

"Here's your fucking lesson!" he said, as he spasmed and came deep up my asshole.

"Thank you Sir!" I said as I received his sperm donation.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he said. "Now you're getting a real licking," he said.

Oh no!

He picked up his belt, wrapped it around my thighs, and cinched it tight. He then picked me up a bit from behind to double me over more, and stuck his hot toungue deep down into my cunt.

Oh. This kind of licking!

I came in no time flat, imagining myself getting whipped by Daddy. David might own my physical ass, but Daddy owns my fantasy ass. I guess I need more whipping to learn me my lesson!

In these times of troubles, I've been seeing many bloggers use their platforms to speak out for what's right, but it's all been from one side of the political spectrum. While I'm sure it will not be a popular post, I thought I would take this opportunity to speak out for what I believe is right from the other end of the political spectrum, and hopefully give a little spanking to leftist ideology!


I believe that the real problem is poverty. And no, I do not mean wealth inequality or racism. I mean poverty.

Across all skin colours there is a cycle of poverty that is hard to get out of. When I saw George Floyd's life being callously snuffed out in front of my eyes, I did not see a black man. I saw a human being. Far from a perfect human being, but a human being nonetheless who for whatever reasons became caught up in a cycle of poverty, drug addiction, criminality, and incarceration that brought him to the time and place where he was murdered by the police.

One of the best takes I saw on this was from the powerful conservative voice of Candace Owens.


Police brutality does not favour one skin colour over another. The rates do, as expected, line up with the number of contacts police have with people of each skin colour, which lines up with the crime statistics for people of each skin colour. This is what you would expect. I have some numbers on that below.

Police brutality crosses all skin colours, both perpetrators and victims of it. It's so easy to cherry pick anecdotes and generalize to a big racial problem, and the media loves doing that for its click-bait appeal, but the numbers do not back that up. In addition to my numbers below, Tucker Carlson on his opinion show also breaks this down for us.


Yes, police brutality is a problem, and it will forever be a problem that we must vigilantly keep on top of. Power corrupts. The culture of silence amongst police officers, while I get where it comes from, especially needs to go.


Leftists will in general agree that poverty is a problem, but their solution is forcible wealth redistribution. That did not work well in Communist Russia or Communist China. The conservative viewpoint is that a rising tide powered by responsible capitalism lifts all boats, and that the best policy to combat racism is a true colour-blind equality of opportunity.

Capitalism has proven to be the most efficient economic system. If you interfere with capitalism, by more and more extreme wealth redistribution you make everybody poorer. If you promote responsible capitalism, it makes everyone wealthier.

Of course, we already have massive wealth redistribution going on, and I am in favour of it, but there needs to be a limit. The wealthiest 50% of the citizens already pay almost all of the taxes (98%), and the top 10% are paying more than half of all taxes (60%). I am concerned that if you take it much farther it interferes with socially positive capitalism.

And when I promote capitalism I am not talking about disgusting crony capitalism, where certain organizations get an undue advantage due to government interference. Especially in regards to war profiteering and drug profiteering. I find that despicable and anti-capitalist. Republicans who claim to be conservatives are some of the worst offenders (e.g., Dick Cheney).

Nor when I promote capitalism am I talking about a complete laissez fair capitalism, where the profit motive reigns supreme and excesses are not reigned in through reasonable government regulation.

I am not advocating for any sort of extreme position. A well-regulated capitalist system where working hard and clever ideas are appropriately rewarded, where the wealthy bear the brunt of taxation, and where democratically arrived at laws are fairly and evenly enforced is the sweet spot.

This is a true conservative's approach to the problem, and President Trump's approach to the problem as well: a rising tide lifts all boats. Already his administration has taken multiple actions that help the underprivileged. These include

• Criminal Justice Reform.
• Guaranteed enhanced funding for Historically Black Colleges and Universities.
• Opportunity Zones.
• Historically low levels of black unemployment (and overall unemployment) via his economic policies around tax reductions, responsible de-regulation, and trade (which, yes, does include quid pro quo tariffs in the short term in order to level the playing field).

In addition to this, and in response to the current crisis, he announced a four point response:

1. Aggressively pursuing economic development in minority communities.
   
   • Building on previous Opportunity Zones initiative.
   • Increasing access to capital for small businesses in black communities.
2. Address health care disparities in poor communities.
   
   • Investing substantial sums in minority-serving medical institutions.
3. Executive orders to encourage improved policing.
   
   • Meet the most current professional standards on use of force including tactics for de-escalation.
   • Encourage pilot programs to have social workers join police on calls.
   • Make sure police are well trained, with the best equipment, increasing funding to do so.
   • Improved hiring practices for police.
4. Renewing the call on Congress to enact school choice.
   
   • Allow choice in poor communities not being well-served by government schools.

He is also clear that he is strong on law and order, and takes a very hard line against the violent rioting and looting that went hand-in-hand with the protesting. He explains his administration's four point plan and his position on police and law and order in the following recently delivered speech.


I think those are all reasonable, common sense approaches that do not fester a racial divide, but that help the poorer members of society generally, and therefore help blacks disproportionately, which I am all for.

I encourage healthy, reasonable debate on these points in the comment section if you are so inclined. But please, if all you can muster is "Orange Man Bad", and can't address actually policies and proposals as I have done above, then please don't bother.

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Some facts and figures backing up some of the claims above.

See the following for data on who pays what in taxes. https://taxfoundation.org/summary-latest-federal-income-tax-data-2018-update/

Data on median household income by ethnicity.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_ethnic_groups_in_the_United_States_by_household_income (based on 2018 US Census Data)

The statistics on deadly use of force by police is as follows.

https://www.lawenforcementtoday.com/police-brutality-race-numbers Based on 2018 FBI Data

Given that blacks make up only 13% of the US population, the above numbers seem disproportionately high for that group. But according to FBI data, blacks account for 38% of all violent crime. So as indexed to violent criminals, we see deadly use of force disproportionately smaller for the black population.

The bigger tragedy is the amount of Black-on-Black violent crime. For homicides, blacks commit about 50% of all murders in the US while making up only 13% of the population. However, their victims are disproportionately (81%) black.

https://ucr.fbi.gov/crime-in-the-u.s/2016/crime-in-the-u.s.-2016/tables/expanded-homicide-data-table-3.xls 2016 FBI Homicide data

Hi guys! Took a little holiday after posting that very emotional blog two weeks ago that I needed to get off my chest,


and the events from the start of the month where my Mom and Dad spanked me, So a roller-coaster June for me so far.

Interactions with my parents have been totally normal, and it's turned into a bit of a running joke about my spankings and how "spank-happy" I am. This is embarrassing to me, but it's only from those I love, and it turns me on and makes me feel loved and accepted. So yes, there have been a few passing comments here and there. When it's just the inner family circle there is not a gathering that goes by in which my spankings are not at least mentioned in passing by somebody (not me). Sometimes it's a subtle as "has she been a good girl this week?" to David, and I blush on cue. They seem disappointed when here is no spanking to report, and tease me when there is. On one such occasion Dad quipped that I "wanted nothing so much as a good spanking," and Mom agreed that was true.

I've asked David to cool it with pushing the issue of spanking me over there. Sue does not 100% approve, and I don't want to force anything uncomfortable with my folks. I'm very grateful that my spankings have been normalized like this. It sets things up in case a spanking needs to be given in future, even one in jest.

It was actually in jest once that Daddy threatened to put me across his knee when I made a face at one of the dishes Mom had cooked (some really disgusting cabbage thing = yuck = running "joke"). The spanking "threat" was said as a joke, but as a result I ate them and told Mommy how how yummy they were, which was embarrassing in and of itself, 'cause Daddy has proven he will spank me and everybody knew it and it was in their minds as I swallowed it down and complimented Mom on her vegetable cooking skills. In fact, the very last spanking from my childhood was Mom spanking me for being stubborn and not eating my peas and eventually throwing them all over her and the room when I was way old enough to know better. She got so mad at me that I think that was the catalyst to stop spanking us kids.

I am biding my time, hoping for another spanking. If Mom serves that dish again, I swear I WILL get up the courage to have a temper tantrum and throw them against the wall. They will know I did it to get spanked, but Mom will have served it knowing that also. I think a whipping for a grown daughter throwing veggies against the wall is reasonable. I can imagine myself scrubbing the wall and floor after with a very sore hairbrush-spanked and belt-whipped butt!


David and I have settled into our switch routine. We've decided the households rules are a) either of us can get spanked anytime for any reason, and b) you get punishment spanked if your spouse is annoyed with you for any reason at all, even if you are in the right. Our theory is that the spanking is to get out some frustrations to keep the relationship healthy, and for the person who annoyed the other to do penance, as our goal is to NOT annoy the other and when we do we have failed.

David got punishment spanked by me the other day for something that was not his fault but that legitimately annoyed me. Let me tell you about it.

We are both working from home of course. Sometime soon after noon we check up on each other to see if we have a mutual good slot to share lunch between meetings. I was free 12-2, so I checked in on David at around 12:15. He was on a call, but he said he would be free 12:30 to 1:30 so we agreed on 12:30. I went ahead and prepared two plates for us. At 12:35 he had still not come down. At 12:40 he had still not come down. At 12:45 he came down and apologized, and said that his call was with someone important and it had gone a bit over and then he needed to send a related email immediately after. We ate a pleasant lunch together outside on the patio. Afterwards we jointly brought the plates in. I rinsed them and opened the dishwasher to put them in, and oh crap, the dishwasher was full with clean dishes, so I asked David to help me unload. He said he was really sorry but that a 1pm call had just come up and he needed to get on that, and he left. None of it was really his fault, but obviously I was annoyed!

But you know what? As I toiled at putting the dishes away it made me much less annoyed planning his punishment spanking.

At 6pm he quit and I already had dinner underway. He came down and we ate together.
After dinner was over he was very solicitous about the cleaning up.

"You're being a very good girl, cleaning up all the dishes," I told him, observing his fervour. "But you know that's not going to save your ass, I hope?" I asked him.

"I deserve it..." he said. He knew.

"Finish up the dishes then go take a shower, and come down to the living room and put your nose in the corner until I'm ready to deal with you."

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"Bra and panties," I added as an afterthought.

"Yes Ma'am," he said again.

See how smoothly it works? He knows when he's annoyed me. I know he really had no choice and I would have done the same in the situation, but we're still going to work it out.

I curled up with my iPad in the living room. He came down and shamefacedly scurried to the corner. He was wearing his red panties and pink bra with the inserts. I let him stand there a bit in anticipation (maybe five minutes).

I left him standing there as I left the room to go upstairs and select an implement. I decided on the little hard rubber paddle. He hates that thing, but it's not injurious and it's very little effort for me to wield effectively.



I went back down to the living room and placed an armless chair in the middle of the room. I sat in it and beckoned David over,

"oh no..." he exclaimed, seeing his instrument of chastisement on my lap.

I picked up the rubber paddle and fondled it in my hands. "Oh Yes," I answered him. He looked very nervous! I think the panties but especially the stuffed bra accentuates the roles we are playing. We both associate the spanker as the more male, Yang sort of role, and the spankee as the more female, Yin sort of role. I was in the jeans and T-shirt. He was in the bra and panties. Don't fight it. Use it.

As he neared me I put my fingers into the waistband of his panties and I pulled then down to his knees. He was erect.

"Do you know why you're being spanked, young lady?" I asked him as I lowered his panties.

"Yes Ma'am," he said. "I annoyed you because I was late for lunch and couldn't help you unloading the dishwasher."

"Yes you did," I agreed with him. "It was extremely annoying, and that means you're getting a good hard spanking. Now get across my knee."

"Yes Ma'am," he said as he draped himself across my knee. I put him right away into the classic "leg lock" position with his right arm bent behind his back and held there, my right leg across the backs of both of his, and his ass hoisted quite high and acutely jacknifed over my left knee. This keeps him in position, opens up his asscheeks that serves up the more tender flesh inside his crack, and makes the backs and insides of his thighs very accessible to me. I could also see his penis and testicles pushing out the back between his legs.

Well, the spanking was memorable, I can say that! I visited all the areas exposed to me. It was a quite extended spanking. I would say fifteen minutes and uncountably many strokes. I varied my intensity but quickly went to a high level and stayed there. He was definitely blubbering, crying out, and begging well before it was anywhere near over.


It felt very cathartic and totally made up for any brief annoyance I felt at lunchtime.

An implement like the one I used is the great equalizer. When David spanks me, his hand is more than sufficient to bring me to the same state I got him into. But my hand only, while hard and practised, can get David nowhere near the level of contrition I expect of him. The evil little rubber paddle is perfect for that. It was not even much effort to swing it to get that result.

I let him up and we hugged and kissed. I told him he could go back upstairs and get changed, as his punishment was over.

Love it!

I've been fascinated lately by the concept of the "front yard" or "front porch" spanking as "extra" punishment. I know it's very impractical so has to stay in fantasy land, but OMG, what if?


I think I was first introduced to it in a spanking story one of my readers said was his all-time favourite. I can't find it now, maybe somebody can point me to it once I describe it? I think it was called "Counting Down From Ten" or something along those lines?

It was about a single mother and her older teenage son. The son was getting increasingly lazy and unruly. There was some straw that broke the camel's back. Mom decided she would punish her son with a first-time ever spanking. He was reluctant and resisted but in the end gave in to matriarchal authority. She told him to take his pants and underpants down. He refused. She said she would count down from ten and if they weren't both down at his ankles by the time she ended her count, she would take him out onto the front porch for his spanking. He continued to resist as she counted down. She counted down as she dragged him by his ear towards the front door. She unlocked the door. He said "ok ok ok ok!". She said she still does not see those pants down and kept counting down. He very quickly pulled his pants down but left his underpants up. She kept counting down saying "I don't see those underpants at your ankles yet" and started opening the front door. He quickly pulled his underpants right down to his ankles, baring himself completely. She closed the door and locked it, took him into the living room, spanked him, and made him stand bare bum in the corner afterwards.

I thought it was so much more exciting and evocative that the front porch spanking didn't happen in this story. We are left to imagine it as being the worst thing in the world! You would actually have your pants pulled down, be put across your Mother's lap, and then be spanked to tears while anybody in the neighbourhood could watch and tease.


And I don't think it's only boys from their Mothers who are potentially at risk. If Daddy gets too fed up with Daughter's antics, she might find herself in the very same situation!



This sort of punishment is reserved for only when you have been at your absolute naughtiest and a example must be made. It is for when a naughty boy or girl has become too big for their britches. It will be a demonstration to the entire neighbourhood that in fact this "little" boy or girl is NOT too old for a spanking, and a spanking delivered in the most childish manner possible: across the knee and on the bare bottom. Modesty will not be a consideration. The only consideration will be imparting the most humiliating "last resort" lesson imaginable, regardless of who is there to see it.

A pen-pal of mine wrote me an email with a bit of a "Julie Spanked' fan-fiction story to this effect. He wishes to remain anonymous. I present it here with some additions of my own. If only!

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So Julie, are you going to be a well-behaved little girl who thinks twice before breaking the rules set for her by the adults... or are you going to be a naughty brat who can't keep a civil tongue in your little mouth?

When it's the latter, I'm sure you'll spend some quality time in the corner, told to push your pants and panties down to your knees, hands on your head, in the corner of the dining room, while the adults talk about what-ever-shall-we-do-with-her, it seems she keeps being a brat. You'll start to turn around to interject a suggestion and David will sharply correct you - Julie, get your nose back in the corner, we've heard enough out of you for tonight.

Your Mom - not Sue or David, who are playing into your kink - but your Mom, who isn't playing on the sexual side of this, will sigh heavily and say "no punishment is going to make an impression and change her bratty behaviour if it's not so memorable that it's actually shocking. She seems to enjoy being spanked. Let's see if she'll enjoy this..." She'll turn to your Dad and say "well, we talked about this - take her into the front yard, and whip her, right on the seat of her panties. I'll go post an event announcement now on the neighbourhood Facebook group so she'll have a good audience." Dad - "and I'll let Bill, the policeman who lives down the road know, to keep it all nice and legal."

The blood will drain from your face and you'll think, I didn't sign up for this and you won't be able to stop yourself "WHAT?" David - "I told you - not another peep. You're in enough trouble as it is!"

Your Dad will turn to David and say "I take it you agree, Son?"

"I do, Sir," David will say. "She keeps getting brattier and brattier, deliberately to get spanked, and honestly my patience, and my belt, is wearing thin. It's affecting all our relationships."

"You're absolutely right," Dad will say. "The other day when she drove up to visit she had a veritable temper tantrum on the front yard just because the neighbour had stopped his car in the mutual driveway to unload groceries. I think she did it deliberately to earn herself a spanking from me. I was too angry to even give it. Mother suggested after that I ought to have, and right on the front lawn at that. I think she was right."

"I completely agree, Sir. She needs to be made an example of."

"David! NO!" you will say, stomping your little foot and turning to face the room, covering your pussy with your hand, your bare bum hanging out. "I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

"Shush Young Lady!" your Mom will say, "you DO NOT speak to your husband like that!"

"I'LL SPEAK HOWEVER I WANT!" you scream, turning to face the room, stomping your feet, completely losing it.

"IN THE CORNER!" David rages standing up and moving towards you. He takes you by the arm, places you firmly back into the corner, and gives your bare bottom several hard smacks. You realize that you've pushed things too far and begin behaving. At least mom said it would be over your panties. It would be humiliating, but you figure you could handle that.

Your Dad will say to David, "That's the way it's done, Son. Give me a hand bringing around the saw horse from the garage" and then you'll hear the two of them walk outside. Sue will stand to start to clear and your Mom will stop her "Julie will clean up after her spanking - don't do her chores for the naughty girl." You feel very small, standing in the corner, knowing you're going to be publicly punished, and hearing your parents. You hear David and your Dad talking from the sideyard as they're carrying something around, and wonder exactly what is going to happen, is this really going to happen, or is your Mom just trying to scare you...

Your Dad comes inside and says "all right then, everything's ready, it's time. Julie, turn around." You turn around sheepishly, trying now to modestly cover your shaved pussy with one hand as you start pulling your panties back up your legs with the other. "Not so fast there, young lady," says your Dad. "Your Mom suggested you get your belt whipping over your panties, but given your outburst just now your husband and I have decided that we want everything off, now." David chimes in - "You heard him - NOW. You better be a perfect model of obedience if you don't want another and worse when we get home."

"Mommy... please!" you beg, hoping now only to be allowed to be whipped with your panties and top on.

"I'm afraid I agree with the men, young lady. You've acted up and mouthed off one time too many," your Mom would say, "There's nothing I can do to help you now."

"I won't! I refuse!" you'll say.

David will walk over with a scowl, pick you up, and throw you across his shoulder.

"Strip her, ladies" your Dad will tell your Mom and Sue as David holds you over his shoulder. Your Mom will head to your feet and remove your socks, pants and panties from around your ankles, rendering you bare from the waist down. As you wriggle and kick, you'll be showing off all your charms for all to see. Meanwhile Sue will be deftly removing your blouse and then your bra, stripping you completely, saying "you brought this on yourself, Sis."

David puts you back down onto your feet. You stand there with your hands desperately covering what they can. You are completely naked in front of your family, and soon to be escorted out to the front yard for your whipping.

Your Dad says "Mary, go get the strap - you know the one I'm talking about." Your Mom responds "yes sir" and goes up the stairs. You'll wonder about this later - was it naturally just playing along with a family led by a strict and in-charge father? Does she know the one he's talking about because they discussed this punishment before... or because she's been on the receiving end? These thoughts will come later - right now you're too busy blushing at being totally nude, wondering if this is *really* happening.

Your Mom comes back down the stairs and the moment of truth arrives. She hands your Father a thick strap. In fact, it's an old-fashioned razor strop!


"No. Not that. Please!" you beg, realizing what your Daddy has in his hand.

Ignoring you, your Dad walks over to you, grabs you by the ear, and begins marching you to the front door.

"No Daddy! Please! Please!" you'll beg as he drags you to your very public date with the razor strop. "I'll promise I'll be good! I promise! Please! Not the strap! Not outside! Not completely bare naked! Please!"

"Too late for promises, young lady, you've had this coming and now you'll be getting it," your Dad would say as he opens up the door and then pulls you out it.

You're outside, in the front yard, completely naked, being pulled by the ear by your determined Father, who is carrying a heavy leather razor strop in the other hand, about to whip your ass raw. Let that sink in a moment. A month ago you were seen by your family and the world as a 30-something year old married woman, living an adult life. Now - not just your family, but the entire neighbourhood will know that you may seem that way, but you're still really an unruly child or disobedient teenager who can only be kept in line by the promise of a painful and humiliating punishment.

There are already people gathering. Word had gotten around from Mom's quick Facebook event post.  Contrary to people staying away, they had actually turned out! Officer Bill was there as well, and gave your Dad a nod and a wink. There are also some older teenage boys present!!!

There's a saw horse sitting in the middle of the lawn with some rough material on top of it.


Your Dad marches you to the side facing the street, and bends you over it. He pushes your feet apart, so your legs are spread and David ties your ankles to the sawhorse legs. David then takes your wrists and ties each of them to the legs of the sawhorse as well.

*Everything* is on display, your pussy lips, your ass, your bumhole, your bare breasts visible directly through your spread legs, everything - to your Dad but also to the entire street.

"Oh my gosh, just look at her, she's wet, the trollop," one of the older women in the audience would say.

You blush in embarrassment hearing that, but know it is true. You could feel your pussy dampening from the moment you learned your fate and were stripped. As you were escorted outside you could feel the dampness squishing down there as you walked!

Your Dad asks you "Julie tell me where you are and what's about to happen."

You have never blushed so much and you sheepishly choke out "I'm bent over in the front yard, naked, so everyone can see me. You're about to whip my bottom."

"And why do you find yourself here?"

"Because I've been a naughty brat and have been nasty to everybody! Wahhhhh."

"And has it been deliberate young lady? Have you deliberately been a horrid brat in the hopes your husband or I put you across our knees? Because you're a spank happy brat? Is that it?"

"yes Sir!" you would wail.

"And you have been spanked, haven't you? Spanked by your husband, your sister, me, your mother even. But it's never enough for you is it? Never enough for the spank-happy brat. No matter how much we wear out our hands, hairbrushes, and belts on your bare bottom. No matter how much time you spend in the corner."

"It is enough! I'm sorry. It is enough!"

"Apparently not, because you continue your bad behaviour upsetting everybody around you and being an annoying pain in the ass! You were even a pain in the ass to our neighbours, weren't you?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Well, you've been a pain in the ass, so now I'm going to give you a pain in your ass. Right here on the front lawn in front of all the neighbours."

"Please no! Please!" you would beg.

"Too late for that. We'll see if this spanking will finally be enough for you to behave. You're getting your age in strappings. Get ready."

"NOOOOOO!"

SNAP! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Noooooo!

The very first blow with the razor strop raised a thick wide, rectangular of red band across your ass. The assembled audience gasped. There's no warm-up - this isn't sensual, it's punishment, and you know immediately that while the exhibitionism made you wet you are not going to enjoy this.

SNAP! AWWWWWWWW! You cried as the second stroke landed full across the middle of your bare bottom.

"Please Daddy! No! I'll be good I promise! Please!" you begged after only two strict whippings.

SNAP! Yahhaaaaaaaa!

"You'll be good after you get your age in strappings," your Dad says while continuing your strict whipping.

The audience is entranced as your Daddy paints thick red welts across your ass with his razor strop. While you are tied securely, you are not tied securely enough to prevent the inevitable exciting wriggling of your punished hind-quarters, or the bouncing of your bared breasts. Your legs are lewdly spread parting your pussy lips to display a most intimate view of your fuck hole. Even your bottom hole does not escape scrutiny, it being evident to more than several adults in the crowd that you are no stranger to receiving anal intercourse either.

SNAP   CRACK   WHIP    SNAP

You are crying big wet tears. Your Dad pauses and speaks to you: "It isn't what I want - to have to strip my adult daughter naked and whip her in public. But your mother and I are of one mind on this - we will not have a disobedient, badly behaved daughter, no matter how old she is. Whatever it takes to get through to you is what we will do. You belong to David, but when you're under my roof you play by my rules and get punished by me when you break them."

You feel the leather strap laid across your ass for a moment, and then another searing stripe on the top of your thighs. SNAP!

He whips you hard, over and over again, and your attempt to be stoic - you are in public - is quickly forgotten, as you plead with Daddy that you'll be a good girl, you'll never be naughty again, you promise, it hurts it hurts it hurts... but he's unswayed, and the leather mercilessly whips your ass and your upper thighs, till you're sure it's at least four times its normal size.

In the meantime, as others join the small crowd that has gathered in the street the newcomers are pointing at you saying "isn't that their daughter Julie" and "why, yes, it is - I wonder what she did to deserve that" and "wow, her ass is really flaming - she must have done something really bad" and "she must have gotten too big for her britches - and now she doesn't have any." The few teenage boys stand there silently, transfixed, staring at your red ass, your bare tits with their little rock hard nipples, your pussy lips, and your anal hole. They'll have a spanking fetish soon, if they don't already. They will have a wet dream imagining your Daddy left you there after your whipping for them to enjoy. You, however, hardly even notice your audience - all you can think about is the razor strop, how much it hurts, and how sorry you are.

Eventually, finally, it's over. David unties you. Daddy tells you to stand up and you slowly come to your feet, and then he grabs you by the ear, marches you back to the front door, and right before you walk inside he turns to the crowd and says "hopefully she learned her lesson." As you walk inside, you hear an older woman remark, "This gives me hope, you know. I thought no one knew how to deal with a woman when she's being a brat anymore..."

You're marched into a corner, told in no uncertain terms to keep your hands on your head, and the family sits down 'more comfortably' in the living room. David asks your mother, "Let me know when you want her to come out of the corner - I know you don't like it when she's there all evening." Your Mom replies, "Oh, thanks for asking, that's very considerate, but she's right where she needs to be for tonight."

I had a very interesting run-in with a young Asian-Canadian lady today!


She's early twenties, very attractive, the daughter of a former work colleague of mine who lives quite close to us in the neighbourhood. We've had a few dinners with her family and her over the years. Several years ago, when she was starting University, she asked me for some career advice. After she graduated, she went abroad for a prestigious Masters in the field I suggested. She had just finished and had received a very good job offer in that same field, but because of pandemic she is stuck back at home living with her parents until September.

At any rate she dropped by today to thank me for the advice and to catch me up on her situation. We shared a bottle of wine and some cheese on the patio mid-afternoon.

She had a boyfriend for the past year and a half while studying abroad, but they split up recently. She found evidence on his phone that he had cheated on her and she dumped him. I commiserated with her about men, in general. She pointed out that I seemed to have a great relationship with my husband and wanted any "tips" I could give her.

I know, I know. I shouldn't have. Her parents are friends. She's barely an adult. But I couldn't help myself!

First I swore her to secrecy. I told her that I would tell her some very private things, but she had to promise to tell nobody, especially not her parents. When you start a conversation like this, it has been my experience that nobody, ever, says, "oh, in that case don't tell me". Quite the opposite. They are dying to hear after that. She agreed.

I told her that early on in our marriage, that David had cheated on me.

She was shocked. She asked why were we still together? I think she lost a little respect for me... momentarily.

I explained that before we had gotten into our marriage he had gotten into the habit of receiving massages from young ladies, and not the normal kind...

The poor, sheltered dear had no clue what I was talking about. "What do you mean, like, massages?"

"Naughty massages," I told her. Where the man is naked and the young lady rubs his penis until he ejaculates. I used those words exactly.

We were both a half a bottle deep into the white wine by now. It was a very free discussion. I had certainly never been intimate like this with her before now. Last time we talked she had been a kid.

She was shocked that I said this. She expressed a certain incredulity that that was at all common. I assured her it was very common. I told her about a naughty massage place literally at the end of our block that she had never noticed before. Toronto is full of them. Usually second-story affairs on main thoroughfares with "MASSAGE" written in neon lights and discrete front doors. I said that many, many men, including married men, frequent them.

"Men are such dogs," she said. I agreed. "And he kept doing it after you were married?" she asked me. Exactly. "What did you do about it?" she asked. She was enthralled now.

So that thing with the massage parlours actually really did happen. It happened before I got into spanking him. He had told me he did it before we started dating. I was like, really? But it turned out he never stopped. I had found him out because he was reluctant to have sex with me (which never happened back then) but he agreed to it, and then I went down on him and I smelled and tasted the residual massage oil on him and confronted him and he confessed. I was soooo angry! We didn't sleep in the same bed for a week, but he begged and pleaded and promised to never ever do it again so I forgave him.

But it stuck in my craw, and after we started in on our spanking adventures I "scened" him by bringing him to a massage parlour I had pre-arranged by phone. He was suspicious but I convinced him he was getting a treat courtesy of his super-tolerant wife. I said what I had had a problem with was the deception, not the act itself, and would prove it. Instead of his desired "happy ending", though, he got teased by the girl while I watched, then I spanked him in front of her, and he went home hard. Other girls in the massage parlour got a bit into the action as well. It's all recounted in Very Public Massage Parlour Spanking! It was a blast and it really closed the book for me on this unhappy incident in a delightful way.

So she had asked, "what did you do about it?"

I answered, mixing up the timelines a little. I told her that I played along and told him it was no big deal. And to prove it, I organized a trip to the massage parlour so I could watch the girl doing it and get some tips from her on how to be a better wife.

"No way!" she said.

I told her it didn't exactly work out the way he had expected, and told her the whole true story of the massage expedition. It was a sexy story!

I told her how he got showered and naked on the massage table while I talked to the girl. She went and massaged him and got him all excited. Then when he was ready to "burst" I told him that it was payback time. I took a big old hairbrush out of my purse and told him to get off the table and over my knee. The girl encouraged him and we sort of suggested that he would get to finish if he took his spanking like a good boy. I told her that I gave him quite a spanking while the massage girl watched. Afterwards he got put back up on the table, teased again until he was rock hard, then I stopped her and made him go home in that state. I also told her how he was teased by multiple massage parlour girls on the way out who heard the spanking and wanted to know what happened. They all seemed delighted that a "cheating husband" got his just desserts at the hands of his wife!

I told her that after that incident there were no more "cheating" incidents and he has been the perfect husband.

She said, and I quote, that that was "fucking amazing!" I found all that lost respect flowing back to me now. Ha ha!

I knew she wanted to know, but she didn't know how to ask so I volunteered the info that I kept up with the spankings for whenever he annoys me.

"How does that work?" she asked.

I told her that it was simple. That whenever he annoys me, he gets a spanking, no questions asked.

"and he just goes along with that?"

It was so amazing talking spankings with a young lady!

I told her that it was a kink of his, to be dominated by his wife like that, and even more so with others watching (see what I did there, huh, huh?), but he often regrets it while he's across my knee.

"Wow..." was her reaction.

I asked her if she wanted a coffee before she went. She said sure. I offered various and she picked a cappuccino. I picked up my phone and called David, who was working on the third floor. (Funny how we use our cell phones as intercoms nowadays!)

"I have a guest, David, so-and-so from next door. She would like a cappuccino chocolate sprinkled on top; and I'll take an espresso. Right away please."

I can order my husband around like that. Ha ha!

She and I moved off the spanking stuff and went back to her future job and living arrangements. Before too long, David came out onto the patio carrying a tray with the coffee drinks and a bowl of sugar and some extra steamed milk.

"Hi Mr. Delmar," she said with a GIANT smirk on her face. He greeted her, obliviously, and then said he had to get back to a call he was on. Ha ha! I had interrupted his business call to have him serve us coffee.

"That's fine, you can run along," I told him. No "thank you" at all.

After he went back in the house, just as he closed the door, she let out a giant laugh she had been holding in while he was serving us. Poor hubby. Zero masculinity left at all. If only he knew.

On her way out I told her if she ever needed help with her next boyfriend, she should just give me a call. Then I bucked up my nerve and added, in a conspiratorial whisper, "and if you ever want a demonstration on how I spank my husband, give me a call and we'll arrange a date." Darn, though, she looked a bit weirded out by that suggestion. I left it at that.

Que Sera Sera.

David and I are a bit of a fan of "mixed wrestling". We think it's very sexy for a semi-athletic D/S oriented couple!


He is into mixed martial arts (MMA) which includes striking, wrestling, and Brazilian jiu-jitsu (BJJ).  I have done a little bit of kickboxing and BJJ myself under the encouragement of my husband. Taken a few classes over the course of a few months several years ago. Not my "thing" as it turns out, but he loves it. But I learned enough to be a decent "play wrestling" partner for him, and can beat him in a somewhat convincing manner when he lets me.

We move the furniture aside in our family room. We put the gloves and shin guards on. And we spar. The rules are that I can hit or kick him, and he can't hit or kick me. I can even hit him in the face, but he's pretty good at moving and blocking so I rarely land. But he lets me wail away at his body.


Sometimes I can get him to say uncle and collapse to the ground as I go down punching him!

Other times we do BJJ-style wrestling. We start on the ground and we "roll", which means he lets me do almost anything I want to him and he moves clumsily to avoid my awesome submission holds. I like getting behind him, wrapping my legs around him to "sink in the hooks" and then put my arm around his neck to choke him. If he lets me get that far and my arm is all the way under his chin, he is tapping for real!

Sometimes he plays weak-as-a-kitten and I have my way with him, which includes me stripping him and putting him into all sorts of embarrassing "holds" and spanking him on his bare ass.

Other times he gets to win. When he starts doing it for real I am so totally helpless it's ridiculous. It's not that he's even over-powering me. He's so much better that it's actually all quite delightful. It turns me on to be so thoroughly "handled" by him. He will not resist the opportunity to strip me and spank me either, so turn around is fair play.

Sometimes when we're making love in bed I can feel him jiu-jitsuing me to move me around into a different position. Like, If I'm on top and he wants to be he will "sweep me" onto my back. He'll then come up on top and fuck me. BJJ is fun.



There's lots of interesting videos on the 'net of various types of sexy fighting, so it's clearly "a thing".

What prompted me to write this blog entry is that a new fan sent me an email saying he loved my blog. He also pointed me to his own work which is a webcomic done with poser art called Hillside Texas Wrestling at https://htwrestling.com. It takes place within a fantasy wrestling league, and every episode a girl gets spanked by a male wrestler by the end!

Here's some panels from Episode 1:


She was his opponent's "valet" who tried to interfere in the match and got her just deserts. I love the theme of the girl being overpowered like that and getting her ass very publicly reddened.

Here's some from another episode.


You can see he is an equal-opportunity spanker.

I like this episode where the girl is put in a virtual "corner" after her spanking with her tights wedgied up into her bottom crack!


Ok, ok already. She learned her lesson. Let her go hide!

I almost received a bare breasted spanking from my husband in front of my Mom and Dad yesterday! Not just bare breasted, though that would have been the novel bit, but totally nude. I admit it, I tried to engineer it, but in the end I got spanked in private. Pooh! Let me tell you all about my close call.

This was almost me in front of my Mom and Dad. I had set it up so perfectly!

David and I decamped for the summer cottage for July 1 holiday with my Mom and Dad. It's blazing hot so it's great to be by the lake. They are in the main cottage, and we are next door. My parents are staying up for July and August. We'll be back and forth, though hopefully spending more time than usual up there this year. This time it was just the four of us so, yes, I was not going to let this opportunity slip!

I didn't overtly engineer anything, but I did misbehave and got spanked for it. I wanted it to be right in front of Mom and Dad. All the groundwork had been laid, so it seemed quite natural :-)

As you know if you've been following along, I had yet to be spanked nude in front of my Daddy. For some reason this was a recent life goal for this naughty girl! Proud of my titties...

In furtherance of this, I plotted. My plan was to misbehave while wearing a one-piece swimsuit. David or Daddy, if they wanted my butt bare, would have no choice but to have me remove it completely. Thus naked! Brilliant.


Of course, I ran the risk of having my low cheeks spanked with my suit on (worst case), or having it wedgied up there (medium case), but I was hoping David knew enough about me to insist on bare butt and the inevitable naked consequence of such a decree.

We had just gone swimming. I had sat on the deck and dried off. Then gone in and put shorts on over my swimsuit and a sheer blousey cover-up on top. I was thinking, at the time, an after dinner swim and why bother getting out of my suit (no spanking thoughts at the time - other than a determination to be in my one-piece just in case).

It was nearing supper time. I was on the couch messing around with the iPad (on comments on my blog). David said he was going to go next door to help out my Dad with the BBQ (i.e., drink beer), and I should come over in about 30 minutes.

"Ok," I said, instantly knowing this WOULD BE my golden opportunity to earn a spanking.

I did not at all pay attention to the time, and then after about 35-40 minutes I got a Facetime call pop up on my iPad from David next door.

"Dinner in five," he said.

"Ok, great, be right over!" I said. This was going to get ugly!

I sat there continuing to mess around on my iPad. I knew exactly what I was doing. Gulp!

About 15 minutes later I hear David come into the cabin and yell out "Julie! Dinner! Now!"

"Ok, ok, ok," I called down, "just finishing up..."

David stormed up into the room I was occupying. I quickly closed up my iPad and tossed it on the couch next to me.

"Now!" he said angrily. I stood up and he grabbed me by the arm and slapped my behind. "March!"

"Ok, ok. no need to get violent," I said. I slipped on my flip flops. He kept holding me by the arm and slapped my butt all the way over to the other cabin. "You're getting so spanked after dinner," he said. Still my fluttering heart! I did not know at that point if he intended to do it over at Mom and Dad's, or back at our cottage. One would be more embarrassing, the other more painful. I let fate decide, not that I had much say at that point.

I got there and the entire dinner table was all laid out, the steaks done and on the table, the potatoes, green beans, and Bearnaise sauce all ready. All that was missing, apparently, was me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I said, rushing to sit down at my place. "I lost track of time."

"How could you lose track of time when I Facetimed you and you said 'coming right now'?" asked David, reasonably.

"Sorry..." I said.

"You know I'm going to give you a spanking after dinner, right?" David stated, right in front of my parents! I say that with an exclamation mark. It's still so embarrassing for him to talk in front of my parents about him spanking me...

"yes, sir," I said in a meek way. I had it coming. Still no hint about where said spanking would take place. Dad had a grin. Mom made a face, like, not at the spanking, more like disappointed I had earned a spanking - that was my read anyways. She would have been maddest about me delaying dinner like that once it was all laid out.

We got through dinner and a nice bottle of red wine (French chateauy) and yummy filet steaks, and Mom and Dad make the best Sauce Bearnaise from scratch. Dad, the cottage chef, does the reduction, and Mom, the sous-chef, mixes in the butter and eggs and is a master at not curdling it (which is hard). I also liked the green beans which were tasty, and eschewed the carby potatoes.

I leapt up to clear the main course. I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher directly while Mom got desert onto the table (berries and whipped cream). The men sat and finished up the wine. Talk about trad. I mean, they had slayed the meat, now they got to hang back and watch the women tidy up.  I genuinely love men!

We went and sat and had dessert. It was getting closer and closer to "after dinner"! Yikes. I knew I was definitely, positively in for a well-earned spanking.

David pushed pack from the table, still seated.

"Well Julie, about that spanking..." he said.

GULP!

"Doug, I know you were as annoyed as I, would you like to do the honours?" David asked my Dad.

Yelp! David had just offered up my butt to my Dad to spank. Bless his little heart!

"No, no, no, lad. We'll leave that to you," said Daddy, very disappointingly. :-(

"Come on then, Julie, get your butt bare and across my knee."

David was going to do it right then and right there. And he said "bare butt". There was no way to bare my butt without taking off my one-piece!!!!

"You take her next door to do that," said my Mom, "and don't go too hard on her," she added.

Oh drat.

I can't blame David. He tried. He even knew I was in my one-piece bathing suit and would have to remove it, which he fully intended on doing to bare my butt, I learned soon later.

"Well, thank you for dinner," said David, "we'll be heading back now. Right Julie?"

"yes sir," I said, acting all submissivy.

"Before we go, apologize again to your mom and Dad for making them wait for you," he demanded.

"Sorry Mom. Sorry Dad." I said.

Dad responded on both their behalf, and with a smile said, "well, let's just make sure it doesn't happen again." Ha. What an invitation.

"I'll try my best," said David.

"Not too hard!" said my Mom.

"No, Ma'am, but you do agree she's asking for it, right?" said David.

"I definitely agree she's asking for it," said Mom, ambiguously (or not so much! Am I that transparent? Wait, don't answer that).

As soon as those words were out of Mom's mouth I got a smack on my backside and a "March, young lady," from David. Oh blush! I know these events are a bit "engineered", I seem to crave them,  and everybody knows what's really going on, but I still feel the acute embarrassment that goes with it.

We made the short walk over to next door through a path by the lakeside. When we got to our cottage David was no nonsense. He was not playing this off as a scene.

"Take off your shorts and top," he said.

I kicked off my flip flops, removed my shorts, and removed my top, leaving me in my one-piece bathing suit.

"Don't think I don't see what you're up to," he told me.

"What?" I said, knowing the answer.

"With that one-piece swimsuit and being unconscionably late for dinner?" Yeah, he had my numba'. "You wanted to be all bare naked in front of Daddy for your spanking, didn't you?"

"yes sir," I said. No point not admitting it now.

"Well I tried, but no dice," he said. He had. "Turn around."

I turned around and he came up behind me. He slipped the straps off my shoulders and pulled the suit down to my tummy, baring my breasts. On the way down my arms were trapped by the straps.

"Is this what you wanted, in front of your Daddy?" he asked me. What a perv!

"no," I said, unconvincingly, imagining the acute embarrassment I would feel with my suit pulled down, my arms pinned at my sides by my suit, my bare breasts fully on view...

He slid my suit down further, baring my shaved pussy and then down my legs towards my ankles.

"Step out," he told me, and I stepped out of the suit. He grabbed both my arms from behind and pulled them back. He pushed his leg or something into my backside, making my hips and tits jutt forward.

"Is this how you wanted your Daddy to see you?" he asked again.

"no, sir," I said, lying again. I have fantasized about my Dad seeing my fully nude and thoroughly spanked in that state.

David let me go and put a straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. "Get over here," he said.

"Sweetheart," I begged, "all the doors and windows are open, we should go to the bedroom or something." That was genuine!

"Nope. right here," he said.

My parents had all their windows open and were about fifty feet away. As well, sound carries across the water. We are always hearing voices and even soft music from the cottages across the bay.  I was legit embarrassed at that moment.

Nonetheless, I obediently went over to my husband and draped myself, nude, across his knee. He started hand spanking me. Shit those smacks are loud! And, by the way, they hurt also! I really tried to keep my vocalizations to a minimum, but after fifty or so good swats I started pleading with him and was getting a more and more frantic pitch to my voice. He probably stopped at about 100 swats or so and let me up.

I got up and rubbed my butt. "Ouch!" I said.

"Will you be late again?" he asked in a quite loud (unnecessarily loud) voice.

"No Sir!" I responded, still rubbing the sting out. Ok, I don't strictly need to rub, but I think it's cute and it respects the spanker and his spanking, so I do it.

"Go cool yourself off in the lake now," David said.

"Yes, Sir," I said with glint in my eye and went to retrieve my swimsuit. Pulling it on might be a little painful and I was worried my low butt would show a lot of red.

"No need for your swimsuit," David said. "You can go skinny dipping."

"No! David! Come on! It's illegal or something. People will see. Mom and Dad might see!" I complained.

David just sat there and gloated. "Well, I'll give you a choice," he said. "I can get out the cutting board and use that as a paddle, and then you can go skinny dipping, or you can go straight away without the paddling."

"Fine," I said, and went to get at least a towel to wrap around myself for the trip down to the water. David stood by the screen door and opened it for me. As I passed by, he grabbed the back of the towel that was wrapped around me and gently yanked. "I'll carry this for you," he offered. "I insist." he said. Oh crap. I let the towel drop and went down towards the lake, covering up my breasts and vag with my hands. I walked all the way to the dock with my heart beating and jumped in feet first, still covering up like that. It was dusk by then, and nobody was out that I could see. The views from the cottages on either side were obscured by the trees. My heart was still pounding, though.

Once I was in the water I sort of relaxed. It actually felt great after the heat having the cool water flow all over me and over my most intimate places. "It's nice, you should come in," I called from the lake. David was sitting on a Muskoka chair on the dock watching me swim naked in the lake.


"That's ok," he called back. "Just enjoying the view."

I swam back to the dock and brazenly climbed up the ladder. I didn't care anymore who saw me. David stood and dried me with the towel all over. As he dried my pussy and breasts I definitely felt tingly. I turned into him and pushed up against him. "Fuck me," I demanded. He reached his hand behind me and fondled my well-spanked ass. So hot! He wrapped the towel around me for the return trip. I took it off and threw it to the ground and walked slowly back into the cottage, wiggling my spanked red ass, defying him, daring him to take me. He picked up the towel and followed me in. I walked straight to the bedroom without looking back.

In bed, he put me on my back, stripped, and entered me straight away, hard as an iron rod into my sopping wet hot pussy. I didn't need no foreplay! He fucked me nicely for a minute or so and then pulled out and dove his head between my legs where he got me off twice with skillful finger and tongue ministration. He then came back up, plunged back into me, and fucked me until he came.


Next morning we were back at my parents' side for bacon and egg breakfast.  I went a bit ahead of David to help make it. As Mom tended the eggs and I tended the bacon I whispered to her, "I got spanked last night."

"We know," she said cooly, "we could hear it from here." Oh blush! "Your father went outside to have a better listen." Oh double blush! "And apparently he got quite the eyefull afterwards when you went swimming without your suit on."

"Eeek. He saw me?" I asked. I didn't think he could see me from there.

"Through the trees, yes. They're not as thick as you think," said Mom. "You will watch the shenanigans when the rest of the family is here, I hope?"

"Yes Mom," I said, quite embarrassed for real now. No shenanigans.

David came just as breakfast was up. He can smell the bacon from anywhere! Soon after Daddy came out of the bedroom himself. I WAS NOT going to be embarrassed. I went over to him and gave him a great big hug. It felt nice that he had heard me get my spanking, and that he had seen my in my altogether skinny dipping afterwards.

"And Good Morning To You!" he said as he hugged me back. "How's your butt this morning?" he asked.

"All better, thank you very much," I said as I disentangled and served the men their breakfast.