There was an Internet meme a while ago, "fuck her right in the pussy" where guys would interrupt (for the most part) female news announcers when they were on camera and blurt out "Fuck her right in the Pussy!" It seems to have died down now, and perhaps the following story is a reason why.

A Toronto TV station, CITY TV, news correspondent Shauna Hunt: "I had intoxicated men yelling it at me. I was interrupted during interviews and was anxious about going live. I felt like a piece of meat. I had reached my limit, and it was time to push back." This happened to her multiple times every day, and when she was interviewing fans at a Toronto soccer game she had her fill and confronted men in the crowd over their behavior.

(link here)

The boy in the photo is Shawn Simoes and had a $100K job with Hydro One (a pseudo-Governmental energy producer in Ontario, Canada), and he was fired as a result of his on-camera comments.

I personally think that is overly harsh. I think he should have been given a choice. Either be fired, or be subject to discipline from Shauna. I mean, look at the pair of them. Shauna could obviously beat little Shawn's butt, but good.

A subsequent statement from Ms. Hunt: "Mr. Simoes and I have come to an arrangement. He has apologized and his employer is allowing him to keep his job, however he may have to perform his functions standing up for the next week or so. And yes, since you're wondering, he has been disciplined, and yes, the punishment did fit the crime. I believe that Mr. Simoes now understands that mouthing off over being 'fucked' against one's will is not appropriate under any circumstances. Let's just leave it at that."

It's definitely summertime here in Canada, creating more challenges for boys to keep their eyes in their own heads. I was in the car with my husband driving downtown. We were stopped at a streetlight and a young woman showing a lot of cleavage was crossing in front of us.

It was not actually Megan Fox, But same idea.

david's eyes zeroed in on her breasts, and his head turned following them. She crossed in front of us, past the other lane, and turned left on the opposite sidewalk. My husband's head followed her entire progress. The light turned green but he was still looking. He got a honk from the car behind, and abruptly looked forward and started driving.

"Really?" I said.

"Oh. ha ha. sorry..." he said, rather sheepishly.

"Oh I am going to scene your little ass so bad for that," I said "you just wait until I get you home!"

I was smiling and having fun with him, but he also knew that he was 'gonna catch it!

"It can't be tonight," he said, "Mags is coming at 7".

How nice! I had forgotten. A lucky coincidence for sure. "Oh it sure can be tonight," I said. "I'm sure Mags would love to see me whip your ass for that."

"Awwww.... honey!" he said.

"Mags will see how I deal with my boy tonight, and she can train you afterwards."

"But honey, she spanks so hard herself," he whined, "my butt won't be able to take it from the both of you..."

I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. His penis was hard. "Not my problem." I said with a smirk.

We both had the rest of the car ride home to contemplate david's comeuppance in front of Mags. I exhorted david to concentrate on his driving, though!

So what do I really think about him blatantly ogling another woman's body like that? I must confess to being a bit in the "boys will be boys" camp as far as that goes, and actually take some pleasure in dangling candy in front of the boys and then not letting them have any. On the other hand, I'm certainly not going to miss a chance for a "genuine" domestic scene handed up to me on a silver platter with his trainer in the mix to boot!

For the record, I believe ladies have every right in the world to dress however they wish. Boys, and especially older men for goodness sake, need to be respectful. They are not to "perv out" on it and make girls feel uncomfortable. We know we have an effect on you boys. But if your head turns, your jaw drops, and your eyes bug out of your head? So not cool.

And, no, it's not a "compliment" that men stare. Depending on the girl it can be very unwelcome and uncomfortable. I'm self assured enough myself that it doesn't phase me, and besides, I rarely dress so provocatively as to draw the lewder stares. However, for a less self-assured younger woman (and often provocative dress is a sign of it), an older teen perhaps, it can be a bit scary and gross. Kind of like an eye-raping.

Oh, and I can hear some of you boys now: "Well, if they don't want to be eye-raped they shouldn't dress like that!" Now take out the word "eye" from that sentence and tell me if it's still ok? Of course it's not! Ladies should dress exactly as they please, and males should control their behaviour.

But it's actually not the sort of thing I care about that much in the bigger scheme of things, so therefore it's perfect fodder for a "real life" punishment scene.

And I thought it very fortuitous that Mags would be there. I had not yet given david what I consider to be a "real punishment" in front of Mags, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity. Mags is not fully clued in on the nature of my relationship with my husband. She does not know if his discipline from me is "for real" or "for play" (it's definitely the latter). I have kept it deliberately vague for her. So when I pretend to punish him "for real", she most likely will take that at least somewhat at face value. How emasculating for poor david having another young woman honestly believe that he is subject to his wife's discipline as if he were a child. "Pussy whipped" they call it. Oh yes. He would be getting a "pussy whipping" indeed!

I also thought Mags would feel some sense of satisfaction seeing an older man punished for this particular offence. As an attractive younger woman herself with fetching cleavage, I'm sure she's had her fair share of pervy older dudes openly stare at her breasts.

For my part I was determined to play my role perfectly. Neither he nor Mags would get any hint at all from my speech and behaviour that I was not genuinely angry with him and punishing him for it, for real. david knows it's a scene, of course, but part of our fun is that we both act as if it is not.

It was also good timing from another couple of points of view. I had recently posted a blog article Corner Time! so I had been refreshing my views on making that punishment as effective as can be. I was also researching bra punishment for an upcoming blog post. Brassièring as a form of discipline. I received an education from Emily Masters' website, brassiered, where she shares her views and e-book.

brassièred a complete guide to brassière discipline

Emily has an interesting take on bra discipline. More subtle. Very elegant. Very subtly humiliating. Designed to curb a man's behavior almost willingly. She suggests coaxing a man into a bra by first getting him into chastity, and then tying his sexual release to his willingness to wear his bra, with the goal of eventually having him docile and brassièred 24x7. Punishment then means being locked into a more uncomfortable brassière, or a brassière that's harder to hide when out at work, or having to wear very large DDD breast forms under his brassière around the house or for chores, or even inviting other (trustworthy) women such as best-friends or female relations to be made aware of his brassière training. Lovely material, whether true or just lovely fantasy. And of course, one obvious application of brassière discipline is pointed out by Emily herself as follows.

• a husband who ogles other women's chests 
  should be given breasts that are undeniably feminine, to understand what it is like to have his chest stared at.

That punishment would certainly fit this particular crime!


So as I was plotting the scene out in my mind in the car ride home all of this got me thinking about his bra and inserts, the fact that Mags had not yet seen him in his bra, and the fact that this is something that david is so genuinely humiliated to do. I had been teasing him about making him wear his bra for Mags, and he has told me not to (for real), as in "No, Julie. Absolutely not."

Of course, I respect david's boundaries when scening him, but I guess we have a difference of opinion whether we consider something like this to count as a "hard limit" or not. Unlike, say, getting fucked in the ass by a guy, for example. So despite his objections I was of the opinion that it was fully within my purview to do this to him. And in such matters of judgement, I am Queen [I am wondering, do any of my readers disagree?]

As a result of all this, I was thinking along the lines that a shameful brassièring in front of his young trainer would be a fitting punishment for staring at that woman's breasts. I'm tempted to say "a good old fashioned brassièring" but I doubt it ever was the fashion! I wondered how he would react when I would drop that bomb on him.

I've mentioned it before on my blog, but I do have some "Daddy" fantasies when it comes to domming males. This post will be about some of those. If you're grossed out already, stop reading now!!

The other day I had to punish lill jo with a session of corner time. He eventually got it done. In fact, his video is playing in the corner of my screen right now. He has baggy track pants and top on (for quick cover up in case his grown daughter walks in on him). There he just pulled the bottoms down to beneath his butt revealing that he's wearing frilly pink panties visible under a short plaid schoolgirl skirt. He's pinning up the skirt. Good girl. Now the panties came down to below his butt. Cute butt. Does it look a little red in the middle? His track pants fell to his knees in the process. There, now the piece of paper is going between his nose and the wall. He put his feet together and oops! His track pants fell all the way down to his ankles! It will be more of a challenge now if his daughter were to walk in suddenly.

His hands are just out of sight in front of him. He tells me he only touched his dickette once (which is once too many!). The rest of the video is pretty much him doing his corner time for thirty full minutes in what was quite cold weather. lill jo lives in a usually warm climate that had a real cold snap. The house was quite cold, down around 2 centigrade. He's literally freezing his buns off. Ha Ha! Bonus! Well, it's warming my heart to see him being punished like this. He's still standing there, without moving a muscle, but there are tiny little tremors through his body. I have not watched the full video through yet, but I am now, looking for any movement at all. If I see any, he'll be punished some more. I'll interrupt the post when it's done.

Now, 'lill jo is a 'lill old for me. In fact, he's old enough to be my father. You would think, therefore, that I might not be turned on by his submission to me, or by the view of his bare butt. Au contraire! It plays right into that little "Daddy" fantasy I mentioned above.

lill jo, it so happens, has a grown daughter who lives with him. One of his bigger challenges in getting his corner time done was the risk of her walking in on him. He's in his study with the door closed and she never barges in through a closed door. As well, she was out of the house, and he can hear right away if she comes in. In that case, he has his baggy track suit on and can pull it right back up again right quickly! Him: "Oh, hello sweetie, I thought you were out today?" Her: "I forgot something. Why are you blushing daddy? What have you been up to?" His worst nightmare!

He recounted this fear of discovery by her to me, and that really turned my crank. I told him about my daddy fantasies and he drew a little picture for me...


That's me (as his "daughter") walking in on him during the corner time I (as his e-Mistress) assigned to him.


"Oh Daddy! What are you doing????"

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Video Update: lill jo is still standing there. oops! Just saw his left butt cheek spasm a bit! Ha Ha! And he's swaying a bit side to side - nothing huge .... Oh, he's swaying more now. Exciting stuff! Nearing the end.... Video done! He started at 1:30 and the video expired at 31:35 with him still standing there and very still throughout. Very acceptable corner time.

But... as I mentioned earlier, I did not like the placement of his hands where I couldn't see them and where he could touch his penis. When I called him on this by email he said:

I have to be honest that I did touch my little dicklet at one time during corner time Ma'am.  Again, honestly, this would have been only for 2-3 seconds as I could barely reach it with a finger tip or two. I was never hard. Still very naughty I know Ma'am. I was pretty much grasping the waistband of my panties the second half in particular.

Oh dear. I don't care if it was "only" 2-3 seconds! This requires punishment.  Usually I punish lill jo by the privacy of email, but I think I'll make it a little more embarrassing by punishing him in front of all you blog readers. lill jo, for touching your penis during corner time (you KNEW that was wrong) I want you to sit down on a chair with your pants and panties down. Get a wooden ruler (or equivalent, e.g., wooden spoon) and smack the tip of your penis with it (foreskin fully retracted tightly) ten times. Make sure each smack hurts. If it does not hurt enough, repeat it. Afterwards, send me a photo of your bare lap, the ruler in frame across your thighs, you holding your penis with one hand as you did when you were smacking it. The photo will not be published (yes, I am sparing you the indignity of having to display your smacked penis to all my readers - am I not generous?). Chop chop.

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But back to my daddy fantasy...

For the record, my real Daddy is a lovely man, and nothing remotely sexual or dommy has ever occurred between us. He is a bit "pussy whipped" by my Mom, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything, now does it?

This whole corner time thing and lill jo's sketch got me thinking what I would do if my daddy was like lill jo and I walked in on him in this state.

For real? I would probably spank him if he at all let me. That's right! Sue me! I would tell him not to worry. His secret is safe with me. I would confide in him that david has similar fantasies that we act out. I would ask him about whether he and Mom play together. If not, I would definitely offer to give him a spanking. He would initially refuse. I would tease him and say that a naughty little schoolgirl standing in the corner needs her bum smacked, and I would insist. He would probably be so deep in sub-space, having been caught with his panties down, and me acting un-freaked out and dommy that he would lilely do as told.

I would sit on a chair and have him stand beside me. I would make him raise his skirt above his waist. I would pull his panties all the way down to his ankles. I would see his bare penis (I have always wanted to see his penis!) Would it be hard? If so, I would touch it and tease him for being hard in front of his daughter. I would then put him across my lap and give him a hand spanking, "scolding" him for being a naughty "girl".

After that I would stand him up and give him a big hug (he would still be bare from the waist down). I would tell him that I love him a lot and that I am happy to be able to help him fulfill this litttle fantasy of his, and that it's nothing to be ashamed about, and it's all just a lot of fun, but that I know how important it is to him. I will tell him that I am very used to smacking a bare bottom as I do it to david all the time, including dressing him up like a girl, and it's no big deal at all for me.

I'll tell him it will be our little secret, and how I want to spank him at least once a month for now on.

There, that's what I would do "for real" (assuming I had the courage, and he reacted as I imagine - neither of which are likely so it would probably just be incredibly awkward with nothing ever said about it again!!).

But my fantasies go a lot further than this!!!

"Oh Daddy! What are you doing???? You have panties on, and a little skirt! And what's with the big tits, daddy? Take the top off. Oh, I see! A pretty bra and nice big silicone inserts! Ah ha ha ha!

"And what's your phone doing there. Give me that. OMG! You're video taping yourself standing in the corner like a naughty schoolgirl??? I am stopping this video and erasing it. There! I assume Mom doesn't know anything about this? Who were you going to send it to? Who? Never mind, I have your phone, I'll find out for myself.

"This is you I suppose, 'lill jo'? Oh, and you have a blog I see. No! Stand there. Keep those panties down unless you want Mom and Angela to know all about this. Oh, this is disgusting stuff, daddy. Is this what you really want, daddy? To be dressed like a sissy and get a cock in your mouth????


"And who is this 'Strict Julie'? There's a ton of emails to her. You're standing in the corner like this because she told you to? What else does she tell you to do? No, don't bother, I'll find out myself... oh, here's one, she makes you smack your own ass with a coat hanger eh? Bring me that coat hanger you use. Now daddy!

"I'll teach you a thing or two about getting a coat hanger to the ass you little pansy!


"I'm keeping this phone for the time being. I'm going to make a copy of all your emails and your disgusting blog. From now on I expect you to be a better father to me and Angela, and a better husband to Mom, or else everybody will see what a perv you are.

"For starters, you're retired now. How come Mom is still doing all the housework? Huh? Huh? From now on, you will do everything around here. And I mean everything. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, the works. If I don't hear from her in a week what a changed man you are, these are being sent around and I'll tell everybody how traumatized I was walking in on you like that. How, in fact, you probably deliberately arranged for me to walk in on you.

"And for that matter, david and I were thinking about hiring a cleaning lady. Why should we spend that kind of money. You have nothing better to do. I want you by my house once a week to do the cleaning up. I'll make sure it's a day I'm working from home. You can get all dressed up just as you like. In fact, I'm going to insist on it. And I'll keep this coat hanger to make sure you do a proper job on the cleaning up.

"I don't care if david sees you. He's my husband, I tell him everything anyways, including what's happening here today. And you know what? He's a subby slut too. You can watch each other get your spankings. In fact, I've always wanted to make him get his cock sucked by a man. He likes blow jobs, and he especially likes it when the girl takes it all in her mouth and swallows, but I don't do that for him. But you will, daddy! Once a week, every week, on cleaning days when he gets home from work. It would be such a help to me for you to be his cock sucking slut.

"Now, let's talk about Mom's sex life. She's hinted to me she doesn't get it much anymore. Is that true? What's that? You have trouble getting it up? Who cares! That's what your tongue's for! What do you mean you don't do that? You will do it! Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish...


"Getting the message? Swish swish swish swish. Getting it now? I thought so. Stop blubbering. What do you mean you don't know how? Will I have to teach you? Will I have to teach my own father how to go down on a woman???

"How pathetic, daddy. How totally pathetic! Now I have to strip bare and put you down between my legs just so that you can learn how to pleasure Mom properly. How pathetic that you have to give head to your very own daughter to learn this. Fine. I'm taking my clothes off. Don't think we're having sex! This is basic instruction any seventeen year old should know how to do. Get down here. Now!


"Now, do exactly as I tell you. Oh you better or we'll have another touch up with that coat hanger! No, not there. That's not my clit, dad! How pathetic! There! There! Now lick. Lick like you mean it! Do I need to get the coat hanger? There. That's better. Grab my tit. Stroke my belly and grab my tit. Mom will like that. Oh, you're such a pathetic sissy. Do it like you mean it!

"This is so totally pathetic. I can't believe a grown man has to be taught how to lick pussy by his own daughter. I can't believe I have to be here, bare naked on this bed, giving you pussy licking lessons. Who'd have ever thought I would have to be here doing this, with my very own dad in a bra and panty set licking my slit. No, lower. Stick it in. Lick. Lick. Yes! Yes! Good Boy!"

;-)

My husband got himself severely switched by his trainer the other day. This is what led up to it.

We had just spent a week of pseudo-vacation at the summer cabin. There were lots of other people around and so we could not play much. But I did take him into the woods on the last day, just he and I, for a little "walk".


When we were some ways off the dirt road into the forest I made him strip bare naked. I'm totally dressed with my hiking shoes, jeans, T-shirt, and he is totally bare as a little bunny. He was very nervous to be doing this for fear of discovery. I stood there just watching him as he squirmed, saying nothing. My arms were crossed, my foot was up on a fallen tree, and my bare naked hubby had to just stand there.

I told him I thought he was looking a little fat. He had not been weighing himself as we did not have a scale at the cabin. And he had been definitely over eating and over drinking during vacation time. And he was missing his exercising. So he had obviously put on some extra fat. I told him that when we returned to the city, and he had his first exercise session with her, I would have Mags punish him for his weight gain.

I handed him a knife I had brought with me and told him to cut me five switches. I would have Mags wear out one switch on his ass for every pound he had put on while on vacation. I judged five would be enough.

He protested a little. A token protest. He said Mags would tear up his ass if given a chance like this! I agreed with him, and told him to go cut the switches, and to make them good ones or I'd switch him naked all the way back to the road.

He went rummaging through the smaller trees and saplings. He cut several off and stripped them of their twigs and leaves, any little knobs, and some of the bark. He came back (still all bare naked) and handed them to me for inspection. I swished each in the air a few times and told him they would do. Except for one which broke when I swished it. He had to go back and get me two more. One potentially for Mags, and the other for me to use. They were both adequate.

I made him pick up his clothes and shoes, and five of the switches and carry them in front of his chest. I told him to start walking, slowly, back towards the road. He had to pick his way carefully through the woods without his shoes on. As he walked I switched his legs and bum. I switched him mainly on the backs of his legs, but gave him a few to the fronts of his legs and to his cock and balls. I did not switch him very hard however, as I did not want to have to explain any marks.

When we were in sight of the road he paused. I switched his ass several times as he was stopped there and told him to keep going as we had not reached the dirt road yet. He looked at me pleadingly, but then set off on the final bit towards the road, checking furtively that nobody was around. Luckily there were no cars or random passersby. I threw the switch I had used (but definitely not used up) back into the woods and allowed him to dress by the side of the road (after he had stood both feet on the road and received his final switching to his ass - I had told him I would switch him bare right back to the road and I had meant it!).

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When we got got back to the city, he weighed himself next morning. THREE pounds he had gained!!! Three pounds, three switches. I chose the three nicest switches and put them in a flower vase filled with water in the gym to keep them fresh and swishy.

I was not there during his session as I was catching up on work at the office. But I had emailed Mags my instructions. I told her he needed to be punished by her for his weight gain. She was to do his exercise session as usual, but for his between set spankings she was to use the switches. Her goal was to use up all three switches. Use them until they each broke. If they broke earlier than the end, she should use the belt. If they were not all broken by the end, she should keep switching him until all three were well used up.

david told me after that the session was excruciating. In her cruel hands the switches burned like fire across his ass. He reported that the lightest switch hurt the most, and despite how thin, whippy, and light it was, it seemed to cause a bruising pain deep into his ass along with the fiery surface pain.

She timed it well, and used the switches fiercely. By the end she was on her last switch. When normally the session would be over, she had him remove his pants and panties entirely, lie across the exercise ball, and switched him as fast and viciously as she could, telling him that she was continuing until that last switch was used up also.

She left the three used up switches down there for my inspection. I arranged them on the floor and took a photo for the blog.


The worst one was the one in the middle. Very fresh, very light, very whippy. She kept going until she had broken it in three places (it got shorter and shorter). Seeing the state of his ass, she used the others only until their first break.

She was so impressed with her work that she made david give her his phone and she took several pictures of his ass. I picked the best and emailed it to myself before deleting them from his phone.

My husband's butt after his punishment from Mags: a good old-fashioned three switch switching.


What do you think? Will he think twice before overindulging on our next vacation?
(And, by the way, don't you gals just want to strap-it-on and fuck that whipped ass until well-past the point he's begging you to stop through his ball gag? Or is that just me?)

Had my sister Sue over the other day. When she called and we set it up she asked me if she could spank david as she had not spanked anybody, either sex, for some time. Of course she can! I reminded her that she need not even ask. She can pop by anytime and redden his rump as she has full spanking privileges on him.

I mentioned casually to david that Sue was coming over and wanted to put him across her knee. david can't hide his excitement at the prospect of my sexy sister spanking him!


She arrived and we did our usual things. When the time came around she started the proceedings by saying she was just dying to redden a backside, and "yours will do" she told david.

I asked how she wanted him? Nude, underpants, panties, lingerie? Was he going to bend over, or go across her knee? Paddle, strap, hairbrush, hand, ...

She was quite definitive: "Butt naked. Across my knee. Wooden spoon." My big sis knows what she wants. It was clear she was thinking about it in advance.

"You heard her," I told david, "strip while I get the wooden spoon from the kitchen." (And in case you were wondering, yes I do cook with that spoon. I believe it adds authenticity to a spanking!)

I handed Sue the spoon and sat beside her on the couch as my husband stripped down to his alltogether. I had to tell him not to cover himself and to come closer to us for inspection.

"Does he get this excited when you spank him?" Sue asked me saucily, referring to his big bobbing erection and purpled and engorged tip. In fact, his shaft was straining towards the ceiling in a state of excitement that I don't usually see when I spank him by myself.

"No. He doesn't," I said with a grrrr in my voice!

"He's not going to, like, cum, when he's over my lap will he?" Asked Sue. "I mean, he does have his 'little problem'..." she said, referring to his premature ejaculation issues. Much to david's complete mortification, Sue is well in the loop on that and has even seen the difficulties he has controlling his orgasm, and seen him punished for it.

I told her I have not seen that yet, but that there's always a first time.

"Maybe he should take care of that himself before I spank him," suggested Sue.

"Oh he hates that!" I said. "Getting spanked after he's cum".

"Hmmm. Takes all the sexiness out, does it?" Asked Sue.

"Yes Ma'am," said david.

"Tell you what," she said, "I'll give you a choice. Either I spank you as you are and then you're not allowed to cum at all tonight. Is that ok, Julie?"

"Sure!" I said. "I'm happy to enforce that."

"Or..." continued Sue, "or I give you a hand job myself. Right here. Right now. And after that I spank you. Is that ok?" She asked me at the end.

"Absolutely. It can be his choice." I said.

Evil choice! david has received a few "milkings" from Sue in the past, but few and far between and all very "clinical". It always blows his mind. I very much doubted he would pass up a chance for a hand job from my sister, no matter the consequences!!! I loved the pickle he was in. I decided to make matters worse.

"And," I added, "if you ask for that hand job from Sue, then after she's done spanking you I'll teach you the consequences of allowing a woman who is not your wife to do that to you."

"I don't want to upset you, Julie" said david, misinterpreting my statement.

"I won't be upset, sweetie. I'm happy to let Sue do that to you again. But your decisions have consequences. That's all. And pretty severe ones in this case."

"A strapping?" Asked david pitifully.

"Yup," I said. "With the tawse. Ass and thighs. Over the arm of the couch just there. Hard ones. And it'll go on and on and on until you fully understand the consequences of getting a hand job from another woman. And I'll make Sue sit there and watch you take every stroke."

"Oh No! I don't know if I could bear to watch that," said Sue, very sarcastically.

"Choose, david." Said Sue. "Handjob or not. One time offer."

"I'll... I'll t...t...t...take the handjob ma'am..." set david, cringing as he said it, erection practically exploding.

So what's the dealio guys???? I give him handjobs. He could ask me for one. What's the fascination? For what's shaping up to be a very quick handjob from my sister, he is willing to suffer through a post-orgasm wooden spoon spanking (which he legit hates) from her, followed by a very nasty strapping from me (which he will double hate). Men!

I know Sue is fascinated by male ejaculation. It does not turn her on per se. But she enjoys watching it destroy men!

Sue asked if I had gloves or something. I went upstairs to get the box of latex gloves and the lube. david stood there nude and erect and quivery, facing my sister, knowing what was coming next. She smiled at him.

I got back with the gloves and lube and handed them to Sue. I also brought down my strap and tossed it casually to the side for later.

Sue put on a pair of gloves and then squirted lube onto her palms, rubbed them together, and then reached out and coated my husband's cock and balls liberally. david moaned and his knees shook. Ha Ha! I told him to put his hands on his head to keep them away.


She sat up straighter on the couch and started rubbing his penis with both hands, and sometimes cupping his balls with one hand and rubbing with the other, and even reaching between his legs behind his balls and rubbing from teint-to-tip in a long stroke. She held his shaft with one hand while she moved her palm all around the tip of his penis. She rubbed and squeezed his balls. david was not going to last long!

In fact, my big sister was the Handjob Queen in high school and it was showing now. While she had not identified as gay in those days, she was also not so keen on the kissing and groping from the boys while out on dates (she was very popular) and quickly moved to the handjob to finish them off. In fact, that was her advice to me, her little sister (!) on how to deal with guys! She told me they were always pressuring her for a blowjob, or to fuck, or to see her tits, or to put their hands down her pants, but she never let them, and instead just jacked them off into their pants leaving them with the mess to deal with. Early signs of a teenage lesbian Domme for sure!

"He's not going to last long," she said, echoing my thoughts. "Can you grab me some tissues or something to catch the mess?"

I had a better idea. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a shallow saucer. I stood there beside david waiting to catch his ejaculate when it inevitably came. Sue was doing his front, so I trailed one hand to his backside and started playing with his hole. This treatment soon put him over the edge and he started ejaculating.


I held the saucer and Sue squeezed his tip, directing the spurts into the saucer. She then shook it, and then ran her hand down and up his shaft milking the last bits of semen out, squeezing the tip (which made david yelp), shaking some more, and then milking him some more until there was not a drop left. There was a good measure of cum in that saucer!

I took the saucer and put it down in the very corner of the living room. "After your strapping, sweetie. Yummy! Yummy!"

I washed my hands and brought a kitchen cloth back to wash david's private parts of any residual lube and sperm. Then I dried him off getting him ready for his trip across Sue's lap. While I did this, Sue tossed her gloves and washed her hands. david looked dreamy-eyed and week-kneed the whole time.

"Now for the part I've been waiting for!" Said Sue. We had david across her knee on the couch. She took up the wooden spoon and started right in on him.

"No! No! Ah! Ah!" cried out david right from the start. He hates these post-ejaculation spankings! I did not feel sorry for him. He made his choice. Sue really whipped that spoon hard, all up and down and all over his ass and crease.


When he got a little too much to handle Sue put her right leg across the backs of both of his, and pushed his head down towards the carpet. Then she resumed his wooden spoon spanking right where she left off, if not harder. Knowing the trick from me, she parted his ass cheeks and spanked up and down the cleft, even targeting his bum hole and the sensitive skin right around it. I think he was under my sister's spoon for a good five minutes of almost continuous bun burning fun.

"There!" She said. "That felt good!"

david got up off her lap.

"What do you say?" I prompted him.

"Thank you for the spanking Ma'am."

Sue and I turned him around and had him bend over a bit and admired the lovely oval marks she had made all over his ass.

"Come on, let's get the rest over with." I told him, picking up my strap.

"Oh No! Please!" He said, clutching his already super-punished buns in both hands.

"I was going to let you off with 50. Now it's 100. Would you care to negotiate your punishment some more, or will you bend over the arm of the couch like a good little boy?"

david scurried over to the couch and bent over the arm. Sue took up position where she could watch his strapping without impeding my swing. I swung good and hard and added lovely dark red and purply rectangular marks to Sue's pretty little ovals.


"Who owns your cock?" I asked him as I strapped his bare bouncing cheeks.

"You do, Julie. you do!"

"Do you ever get a handjob from another woman without my permission?"

"No Ma'am! Never!"

I finished his hundred with a hard and fast volley of 20.

"Get up. Lets see that cock now!"

david stood, mewling, and again clutching his punished hindquarters. His cock was tiny and shrivelled up.

"On your hands and knees!" I ordered. "Kiss my feet."


 His red ass went up as his lips went down to my feet.

"Now crawl over to Susan and kiss her feet as well!" I commanded. He did likewise for Sue. "Into your corner. Clean that bowl completely. Don't use your hands. When you're done, bring it to us with yteeth and show us how clean it is."

david crawled over to the corner, flaming red ass waggling in the air. He put his head down and started licking at his semen in the bowl and swallowing it. As he did this, his ass was high, showing off his anal pucker completely and his penis and testicles between his legs.

Sue and I got a drink (a Bloody Caesar Clamato cocktail in a bottle) and sat in the living room as david finished up with his bowl of cum, grabbed it in his teeth, and crawled over to us. We both examined the bowl. Clean as a whistle. He had licked up and swallowed that entire (rather massive) load. Ha Ha!

At this point I declared scene over and let david off the hook. We allowed him to dress and sit with us (which he did gingerly), and even get a drink of his own.

"How was that?" asked Sue.

"The spankings were from hell. I was actually relieved when all I had left to do was lick up my own cum. But thank you both. That was amazing, from start to end. And, thank you Sue, for the, well you know..."

We know!

Yes, it's true. I let him cum in my mouth. Not even a self-imposed punishment or anything.


This is how it happened.

It was Friday night. We met after work at a symphony concert. First of the season for us. Great program! Bach Toccata and Fugue for orchestra (Stowkowski Fantasia edition), Brahms double concerto featuring the TSO's two principals, and Beethoven's fifth after the break. We were both dressed for business. I was wearing high heels, woolen slacks, a white blouse with a ridged pattern in white, and a red jacket. He was looking handsome in a sports coat. It was the intermission and he had bought us a Haagen-Dazs ice cream bar to share. Very spontaneously, as I was sucking on our ice cream bar, he looked me up and down and said "You look amazing. Scrumptious. Delicious." I answered back, "Good enough to eat?", making my own pussy tingle as I said it. He said, "Definitely!"

When we got home he stripped and hopped into bed. I went to the bathroom and then stripped and joined him.

"69?" he asked hopefully.

"ok" I said. "Put your plug in."

david has a rechargeable prostate massager he likes up his butt. I positioned myself on the diagonal of the bed, with my head sort of at the middle and resting on a pillow. I watched him as he lubed the plug and inserted it into his ass. That made me tingle!

He got on the bed as well, and placed himself into a 69 position. I spread my legs and he rested his head on my lower thigh. I let my upper thigh drop down onto his head, clamping him there, where he could do the most good.


Meanwhile, I took his cock in my hand. It was not yet entirely hard. Semi-soft, I put it into my mouth. He quickly hardened to the max. I like feeling him harden like that in my mouth.

For his part, he started out by putting chaste little kisses on my pussy. As he kept kissing, the kisses got a bit wetter and wetter, and more and more tongue. Yummy!

I worked his cock in my mouth. I used my hand as well. And I reached behind him and turned on his vibrator. This got an extra rise out of him and he started gently pumping, fucking my mouth. I let him. So sue me. Sometimes I enjoy cock in my mouth. It turns me on and gives me something sexy to concentrate on so that my orgasm sort of sneaks up on me.

I slapped his ass a bit. I also dug my finger nails into his ball sac and pulled on it. This elicited a groan of pain/pleasure from him, but did not seem to lessen his ardour at all.

He started getting more insistent. I pulled him out of me and let him fuck my hand a little. He started fucking my hand insistently and yelled out "Please! Please!" I knew what he wanted. He wanted desperately to cum in my mouth.

I could have not allowed it, making him spend into my hand. Or let go and watch his cock miserably dribble his ejaculate in a ruined orgasm. Nothing wrong with that. That's fun too. But I don't know. The mood struck me. I allowed him back in my mouth, knowing he would be unable to control his insistent thrusting and eventual ejaculation. In other words, little Julie was in for a big face fucking!

When I'm in his situation and about to cum. I don't have any fantasies running around in my head. It's just the physical for me. When he is close to cumming, he has fantasies insistently pop up into his head. One of his more frequent ones, that I checked afterwards was indeed in his head this time, is as follows.

He is the young master in an old English manor and he is being "forced" by his Dominant Mother to 69 the maid whom he was discovered earlier having sex with. He must perform this act in front of the entire lined up serving staff. He would be taught a lesson by being humiliated having his head buried inside the lowly serving girl's pussy, and receiving her juices all over his face and into his mouth. He would further be humiliated by losing control of his body and ejaculating into her mouth. All entirely naked and observed as his Mother stood over him with her riding crop in hand, whipping his ass to encourage his thrusting into the slut's mouth.

For her part, the little tart would be taught a lesson by having to receive her young master's spunk directly into her mouth, and swallow down every drop as the entire serving staff looked on and jeered silently at her. As soon as she was properly spunked, she would be hauled away by the head groundsman, taken to the shed, bent over a wooden horse, and have her ass severely leathered.

As "payment" for performing this unpleasant duty, the groundsman would have full rights to get out his cock and fuck the maid silly as she remained bent over, his hard hips banging her sore ass cheeks as he fucked her sluttish cunt and then her tight asshole, making the slut scream. Nobody felt sorry for her. She well knew the price of being discovered fucking one of her betters. She got what she deserved.

Limping away in her ripped clothes with sore ass, pussy and asshole, and in utter disgrace, the serving girl is sent packing without references to practice in the city the only trade now available to her...

I knew he was fantasizing something along these lines as he pumped his cock into my mouth and ejaculated a big load.

Holding his cum in my mouth, I extricated myself from him, turned around and went to his mouth, and gave him a deep French kiss, pushing his cum into his mouth with my tongue. As he received his cum, he became the little serving girl.

I then went over to my side of the bed, turned on my side facing away from him, and brought my knees up to my chest.

This is my favourite position to finish in. I tried looking for an illustration, but there are none to be found! I guess I'm an unusual gal.

Imagine me like this,


and then him behind me with his head at my ass and his legs up near my head.

He puts one hand under and around me so that he can push down on my pussy just above my clit. His other hand is free to roam down my back, my tummy, my hair and head, my breasts. That hand can also tease my pussy lips as he licks my clit, or even penetrate me with his fingers. Yes, pussy AND ass some times (though never in the same session!). So there's a revelation for you, I do get my ass finger fucked sometimes.

He's rubbing my tits as he licks my clit. I'm close to cumming. I grab his hand and throw it down away from my tits. He knows what I want. He takes his hand down and pushes a finger deep into me, rubbing directly on my g-spot. I buck and writhe and yell out and cum forcefully.

I rest there a moment, utterly spent as he massages me gently and tenderly kisses my ass, my back, my neck. I turn around and give him a kiss. We thank each other for our pleasure. Then we turn on the TV, snuggle into each other, and watch the news for a while before lights out.

Nothing terribly dommy. Somewhat typical. See, I don't ALWAYS beat his ass!

There's something cute that my husband does sometimes in the morning. It happens if we are up at around the same time, and I am in the shower, and just getting out.


If that all lines up, first thing I see when I open the steamy door is him naked, on his knees, holding a big fluffy towel. I just stand there and he proceeds to thoroughly dry me off, including my more intimate areas. When he is finished he gets down on his hands and knees and kisses my feet. One reverential kiss on each foot. Then he sits back on his heels and looks up at me. His knees are spread and he is quite erect. I walk up to him and pull his head into my tummy and pat his hair and tell him what a good boy he is.

That's how it's supposed to happen!

The other day I got out of the shower and he was just standing there waiting to get in (!!!!).

"Heloo???? " I said, dripping wet.

"Oh, sorry!" he said, turning around to get the towel.

Na ah.

We have a nice stout one piece bath brush. A relatively new acquisition. I grabbed that and made him turn towards the bathroom cabinet, leaning over and putting his hands on it and facing himself in the mirror. I was still wet and naked, but I wasn't about to let that stop me.

I saw a nice fresh bar of ivory soap there on the sink. I grabbed that, lathered it up in my hands, and washed his mouth out with it. Then I stuck the bar into his mouth and made him hold it there. We could both see his face in the mirror. Lovely sight!

I picked up the bathbrush again, and gave him about 50 real zingers to his ass cheeks that had him bright red in no time.

Then, with the bar of soap still in his mouth, I threw a towel at him and stood there. He did his duty with the bar of soap in his mouth. I had not told him to remove it.

"Rinse your mouth out and then shower. Don't let it happen again!" I told him with a smile and a wink.

I'm afraid to report that david earned himself another spanking across his trainer's knee yesterday. And to add insult to injury he was required to strip completely bare for his very strict bare bottom paddling.


It's true, I did incite it. He has been putting on weight lately and I need to nip that in the bud. A little note to Mags, his trainer, suggesting he be stripped, teased about his new belly fat, scolded about his eating habits, and soundly spanked across her knee (as a Mother would a child) before being most rigorously trained by her. Her answer?

Sounds like a plan!!!!!

I wasn't there, but I got the full scoop afterwards from david.

My husband and his trainer went down to the basement gym after he met her at the door. She was quite serious from the start. She asked him how his weight is coming? He had to admit it has been going up.

She said, "let's see."

david didn't know what she wanted.

"Strip," she said. "Let's see that belly."

david blushed and took his shirt off.

"Everything," she said.

david pulled his gym shorts off.

"Panties too," she clarified.

My husband pulled down his panties and stepped out of them (he's required, by law - my law -  to wear panties for all training sessions with her).

When he was nude she made him stand there as she walked around him. She reached out, grabbed his belly fat, and shook it. "What's this?" She asked. "And this?" She asked, grabbing his lower bum cheek. "And this?" She asked as she grabbed his nipple and shook his breast.

"It's fat, miss," he responded.

She proceeded to quiz him on his recent eating habits and to reflect on what he could do better. She told him he ate like a child. A CHILD!

"And how do children get punished, david?" She asked him.

"with a spanking...?"

"That's right. With a spanking. Right across their Mother's knee. Isn't that right?"

"yes miss..."

"Is that what YOU need? Do you need me to take you across my knee like a little baby and give you a spanking????"

"yes miss," answered david truthfully.

By this time, david told me he was hard as a rock from standing there on display, totally in the nude, having her touch him, and scold him, and sentence him to a spanking across her knee. He says what's especially humiliating is that in fact she is almost young enough to be his daughter, yet here he is being treated like a little child by her. She made absolutely no comment about his strong erection. Ignoring it completely. Clearly his penis wanted to fuck. She had exactly zero interest in that!

"Let's warm you up," she said. "Grab the 12 pound weight."

david said he was not sure what happened there. He thought he was going across her knee. but now they were starting in with his exercises.

"Stay naked," she added, as she went to fetch the little riding crop off its hook in the gym.

His warm up routine consists of holding the weight low in his two hands and running very quickly on the spot for 30 seconds. Then holding the weight above his head and running on the spot for another 30 seconds. She insists his back be straight and his arms be entirely straight and extended above his head holding the weight. She insists he runs quickly and yells at him when he does not. She viciously cuts his ass and thighs when she does not feel he is giving his all. No gentle encouragement here! Then it's 30s and 30s "knees high" If his knees are not high enough or he does not move fast enough she extends his time while continuing to crop his "lazy behind". Then a final 30s and 30s with his heels towards his butt. After that he is quite gassed. He gets 30s to rest. Then it's a repeat of the whole thing, but 15s for each. That gets his heart pumping ready for his training session.

When he started the exercise, his penis was still hard as a rock and bouncing and flouncing around as he ran. By the end, he was soft as a wet noodle. I suppose the blood was needed elsewhere! Usually he has his pants and panties on for this warm-up so the cuts of the crop do not hurt as much. This time, however, he was totally bare, and the vicious crop strokes hit bare skin exclusively.

As he was regaining his breath (and nursing his cut up ass) she took the folding chair that's stored against the wall and put it in place. Then she took the paddle from the cabinet. She sat on the chair with her hard wooden paddle in hand. She told him to use his little towel and towel off his middle. He used the towel to rub the sweat off his thighs, tummy, and private parts. When she was satisfied she said simply "across."

Perhaps she didn't want his erection pressing into her lap, and that's why she delayed the spanking, until it was thoroughly deflated? As she has pointed out previously, she is not his girlfriend, she's his trainer. Or perhaps she was concerned that if he went across in the state he was in he might have "a little accident" across her expensive yoga pants? david said his erection was very hard during the scolding, no doubt quivering if I know my man and doing the tell-tale upwards curve that only happens when he is VERY excited. Perhaps it leaked pre-cum in that state that the vigorous running and subsequent toweling removed?

At any rate, limp and dry of any possible per-emissions now, david bent across her knee. She was wearing black Lululemon yoga pants. He lay gingerly across her lap. VERY conscious of his very bare penis laying down across her toned young thighs. He rested his toes on the ground and his head and hands on the ground. His weight was definitely supported by her. He was sure he would become erect again, and even felt the start of it. How humiliating for a mature man to be so under the sexual power of a young thing like Mags? Becoming erect without the slightest chance of sexual intimacy with her? He looked under and saw her cute little pink sneakers and knew he was in for it.


The paddling started almost immediately, coupled with simultaneous scoldings. The paddle strokes were full strength from first to last. And remember, she is in a very high state of fitness herself and has very strong arm, back, and shoulder muscles! I'm sure those paddle strokes were from hell. His bruised ass cheeks afterwards told that story vividly at any rate. Either she thinks this is what he wants, or she is just pure evil. I think it's the latter! david reckons there were well over 100 at a pace faster than 1 per second. He says the pain was almost unbearable (hee hee) and that an erection was the very furthest thing from his mind! He could not keep from yelling out and begging for it to stop.

From his previous status of "fully grown man" he was most assuredly reduced by this young lady almost half his age to the status of well-disciplined bare-bottomed boy across his strict Mommy's knee! Isn't girl power wonderful?


You watch out, boys. One day you may ALL be subject, by law, to such spankings from ANY woman you offend, and not just your wives.

After what seemed to david as an eternity in cute-girl-spanking purgatory she paused and asked him very severely, "WHAT WILL YOU DO?"

"eat better Miss!"

"YES YOU WILL!" Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack.

"And WHAT will you eat?"

"chicken breasts, miss, and salads, and vegetables, and only healthy things!"

"THAT'S RIGHT!!" Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack

That apparently went on for quite some additional time, the same questions over and over again. I mean, that's fair enough. If it's not getting through to his head and mouth, she may as well try the time honored pedagogy of addressing it from the other end.

"Get up," she said all of a sudden.

david said he rose very unsteadily to his feet, clutching his horribly well-paddled (and in fact quite bruised) ass cheeks.

"Let's do your first set. No clothes. Stay naked, fatty." Ouch!

They went through their first set, 3 super sets of a 3 set exercise. Squats, lunges, and push ups. 15 reps each. Chop chop. No resting. Between super sets he received a belt whipping bent across the seat of the chair. He could "rest" then!

At the end of this first series she had him stand straight in the middle of the room with his hands on his head. She got out the light flogger and whipped him all over with it. Legs (front and back), ass, back, tummy, chest, genitals. He said she spent a good amount of time whipping his chest, targeting his little pink nipples as if he was a lady receiving a breast whipping. The irony did not escape david, as she was wearing her tank top which showed her cleavage to excellent advantage.


How unfair he said, that he had to be the one to stand there completely bare bottomed and bare chested and receive breast discipline and not her!

She then had him get down on his knees, put his head on the ground at her feet, and she flogged his ass crack, his anus, and the sensitive backs of his testicles. Who knows why this flogging discipline intensified like this? Perhaps she spied him glimpsing at her cleavage, was not impressed, and decided he needed his eyes well lowered for the remainder of his flogging?

Now, it's only a very light little flogger, but when whipped hard enough and onto sensitive enough spots, the multiple tips sting like the dickens. At one point david grabbed her ankles and writhed at her feet as she continued to whip his sensitive testicle backs over and over again. She apparently allowed him this familiarity, but did not let up, continuing to target his already well-punished sac. Perhaps she enjoyed the grovelling at her pink-gym-sneakerd feet?

"Will you eat better?" swish swish swish.

"YES MISS! YES!!!!" Nothing like a good old fashioned testicle whipping for a gal to get her point across to a 'fella.

She finally allowed him to stand and he did so, clutching this time at his well-whipped ball sac. He says he looked up at her accusingly (but I know his looks, and it was probably more like a scolded puppy dog!) and she just looked back and said, "I know. I know."

She then told him he could dress for the remainder of his exercises. david went to put on his clothes. When he reached for his pants, though, she said, "No. No shorts. No shirt. You exercise in your little panties."

As he exercised, and being a bit too big for them really, the panties kept moving out of place in front variously exposing his penis tip or ball sac. She would invariably point this out as soon as it happened, and order him to fix it between sets. She would then take the crop or belt to his ass, sometimes lowering the panties, and sometimes not.

And so ended his session. Ridden hard and put away wet, just the way I like it!

We are both expecting a better diet from david starting from now on and some fat loss. I think he's motivated, as he does not relish the reality of a discipline session like that, bless Mags' cruel little heart.

Recently a pen pal directed me to something on a site called Spankingtube. This was my first exposure to this. So much fun! I browsed a ton of them. But there were 3 special videos that really stood out from the crowd that I wanted to blog about.

The first come as a pair. They are a couple, Chris and Joe, and they wanted to share their real-life domestic discipline with us, and it was absolutely captivating for me!


Joe had misbehaved. He stayed up late on his computer. Chris had asked him when he was coming to bed, and he answered that it would be in just a few minutes. Well he stayed on that computer for three hours. So he basically lied to Chris, and he got himself overtired as well. So now he was going to be punished.

The first part of his punishment was a good hard hand spanking. Joe had to stand in front of Chris and have his pajama bottoms lowered by her. Then it was right across her knee. Chris scolded Joe the entire time, and smacked his naughty cheeks good and hard. Joe basically turned into a six year old, blubbering and mewling out his apologies and promises to do better.


This screen capture was taken most of the way through a five minute (hard) hand spanking. You can see how red his cheeks are. To me, what this really exemplifies is how humiliating a spanking can be. Poor Joe. You can see his scrotal sac between his legs. You can also see his bum hole. And this is of course the ultimate public punishment. Faces fully on camera. Spanked in front of literally thousands of viewers such as myself. Joe given a genuine punishment.

Next Joe was told to get up and sit on his little hard wooden stool.



Poor Joe had to sit there with his red bum on the stool, and his penis all bare, and be scolded some more. However, worse still was what was still to come. A good hard hairbrush spanking.


"I tell you right now I will not tolerate it Joseph.
If I tell you to go to bed, you go to bed.
If I tell you to get off that computer, you get off that computer."


Before too long, Chris needed to get her right leg across both of his, and hold his hand bent behind his back. It was a hard and humiliating hairbrushing for poor Joseph.

"You think long and hard about what happens next time.
There's not going to be any hand spanking.
There's going to be all of what you just got, and all of this, all at the same time.
And you're going to be grounded from the computer for a whole week.
Do you want that?"

Chris was a very thorough spanker. She went all over his cheeks. She pulled his skin taught and spanked where leg meets thigh. She also pulled his cheeks apart and spanked down on the sensitive insides of his bottom cleft. 


Of course, this affords us witnesses a perfectly humiliating view of his bottom hole. Well, if he didn't misbehave, he would not have to be shamed like this in front of us. Chris needed to make sure this lesson stuck with Joseph, and a good dose of fanny pain, a good dose of scolding, plus a good does of very public shaming helps make sure of that.

Here's what Joseph's buns looked like near the end. Ouch!


Afterwards, Joseph had to sit on his chair for some more scolding. He was also told he was going to be going for a nap after that!

But not before he was forgiven and got some TLC from Chris.


Isn't that just the sweetest thing? A loving and contrite husband, bare from the waist down, and with a very red caboose!

Here are the links to this marvelous moment in time.

1. http://www.spankingtube.com/video/15167/intro-and-hand-spanking
2. http://www.spankingtube.com/video/15168/part-2-of-intro-and-hand-done-with-hairbrush

Chris and/or Joe, if you're out there, please send me an email!

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And. before we go, one more memorable video I saw on spankingtube was from a commenter on my blog, wdspoone!


He received a very strict spanking with a hardwood paddle. The best part of it was all the kicking and crying and carrying on. It reminded me A LOT of the spankings I give david!

Oh boy did I have to ever punish my husband the other day!

He was driving in traffic in the city, I was in the car, and another driver cut him off. It was pretty egregious. They cut right in front crossing three lines of traffic causing david to have to brake hard, and then cut into a right turn only lane, and then went straight through the intersection cutting off another car and not even turning right! In the natural flow of traffic we happened to catch up and it turned out it was a female Asian driver (Chinese I believe). Fairly young looking. Fairly oblivious looking. david glared at her (she did not even see) and then muttered "fucking bitch".

Ooooh! He didnt! Nice opportunity for a scene.

My response was, "she is a fucking bitch and I'd tell her that to her face. But YOU NEVER use those words to refer to a woman!"

"sorry..." he said.

"Not as sorry as you'll be after I get you home," I told him in a sing-song voice. That's the same voice I use when I'm giving him his hardest beatings.

Knowing he was going to get a punishment calms him, and the rest of the drive was peaceful with him driving like a little lamb.


As soon as we got in the door back home I told him "Into your panties, nothing else, and then nose against the living room wall."

"yes ma'am"

He went up to our bedroom to strip and don his punishment panties, and then came back downstairs sheepishly, shuffling up against the wall so that his nose touched. I got some scotch tape, made him put his hands behind his back, wrists overlapping, pulled his arms together uncomfortably close, and scotch-taped his wrists, round and round.


I then went upstairs and brought his ball gag back down, my heavy wooden hairbrush, and my Delrin Cane.


I put the ball gag into his mouth and tightened it uncomfortably hard at the back. I find if you don't do it really really really hard, it loosens a lot as his mouth stretches. He had used his mouth to utter something offencive to women. The punishment was that he would not be allowed to use his mouth for a while. Very fitting I thought.

I then got a "toonie" (a Canadian two dollar coin - in common circulation here) and made him hold it against the wall with his nose.


So there was my boy. Dressed in nothing but his pink polka dottie lace trimmed panties, hands painfully scotch-taped behind his back, ball gag inserted painfully deeply, holding the toonie up against the wall with his nose.

Then I sentenced him. By the time I was done, he would know he was punished.

"That is language I NEVER want to hear from you directed at a Woman. You will stand there like that for ONE FULL HOUR."

(whimper)

"If that coin falls I'll use the Delrin Cane on your bare ass so hard and for so long that I guarantee you'll wish you hadn't dropped it, and then we'll just start your timeout again from the beginning, and after you'll still get the full punishment I intend to give you anyways except right on top of those stripes."


david needs motivation to get through a full hour of such uncomfortable corner time, and the prospect of a Delrin Caning would be his. And he knows I'm dead serious. I never fuck around with a threat I'm not perfectly willing to carry out.

"After your corner time you're coming across my knee for a spanking, and then I'll teach you the meaning of the phrase 'fucking bitch' in this house."

With that I reached out and pulled his panties down to just beneath his cheeks. I then measured the Delrin across the crest of his buttocks, said "don't you dare drop that coin" and let loose one very hard stroke straight across his ass. david gurgled a scream into his ball gag and contorted terribly but did not let the coin drop. One angry thick cane welt came up right across the middle of his ass. It was a hard stroke! I then stuck the cane between his cheeks and told him to clench it there, and told him that the same as what goes for the coin goes for the cane. Let him be bare-ass, single-striped, and clenching the thick Delrin with his rear cheeks for his one hour timeout to better contemplate what happens if he drops that coin or cane. The cane sort of stuck out from his ass crack at a forty-five degree angle the way I had wedged it in on top of his pulled-down panties, and under his balls.

Now, if you've never been made to experience it before, let me tell you that a full one hour timeout is difficult at the best of times for a male, much less when bound and gagged so uncomfortably and holding up a coin with his nose. I am fully aware of the implications of ONE FULL HOUR. He craves being dominated and punished by a woman. Well here it is and no joke about it. And a dreadful caning to boot, a tiny welting taste of which he had just received, if he so much as moves a muscle and loses that coin or cane to the floor. Just imagine having to clench your ass cheeks for a full hour. They would be jelly by the time he was done!

I then went about my business and roundly ignored him until his hour was up. The lovely thing about this punishment with arms bound is that there is no hiding a coin drop, and therefore no need for close supervision.

Not surprisingly, by the end of the hour he was still standing there. His legs were quivering, the poor dear, but he was still standing there and still desperately holding that coin and clenching that cane. The cane had for sure drooped and he was sticking his ass out a bit more, as it looked like the coin had slid down the wall a bit, his face with it. But he had successfully gotten through his timeout avoiding consequences of a caning and a repeat performance.

I removed the cane from between his ass cheeks, tossed it to the side, pulled up his panty, removed the coin from betwixt wall and nose, and told him to stand up straight and wiggle the stiffness out. I left him in his ball gag and with his wrists bound. He did a nice little panty dance for me, trying to wiggle out all that soreness from one hour of punishment.

I then picked up my hairbrush and grabbed him by the arm and conducted him over to the three-seater sofa. I sat in the middle and pulled him over my knee.

I started him off with a very thorough hand spanking. It was very much along the same lines as how Chris punished Joseph from my last blog post (I discovered Spankingtube!). I lowered his panties to his knees and made sure to redden his ass all over and have him squirming.

Then I picked up the hairbrush and proceeded with the punishment itself. It was delightful with him ball gagged and wrists bound, as he was going nowhere. As usual, I made him kick and cry out and scream (all muffled by his gag). That hairbrush can really punish! I drove my point home with a lecture about respect for Women.

As I paused, I saw that I had really reddened every inch of his ass and upper and inner thighs. In fact, it looked like he was wearing crimson board shorts by the time I was done! It was so striking that I helped him to his feet, and then had him lie face up back down onto the couch. I then used my hand to slap the fronts and top insides of his thighs and his shaved pubis until they glowed bright pink as well to complete the 360 effect. Naturally I had to manipulate his genitals out of the way to reach certain places, an operation I was none too gentle with much to his distress. I was still "angry wife" at this point in our scene!

With his spanking done I helped him to his feet again, and then cut the scotch tape off his wrists, and peeled the sticky bits a bit painfully from his gently furred wrists.

I then took him by the hand upstairs to the master bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. I made him kneel in front of the sink. I removed his ball gag. david moved his jaw painfully. He had had his jaw stretched for well over an hour and it was sore as well.

I picked up a thick bar of soap and started lathering it up. I told him to open, and I washed out his mouth with soap. Lots and lots of thick lathery soap.


I told him this is what would happen to him every time he used words that he was not permitted to. I then put the bar of soap into his mouth and made him hold it there.

Then it was off to the bedroom for the final phase of his punishment. I had him face up on the bed, still holding onto that bar of soap in his mouth. I put on my largest strap-on dildo, Adam. I asked david if he would like to take Adam right away, or be stretched first? He communicated that he desperately wanted to be stretched first.

I got out his vibrating butt plug, lubed it, and inserted it with his legs raised and his panties around his ankles, and then turned it on to high. I played with it and his penis and balls. I then got out my little flogger and flogged his ass and private parts just because I was bored and wanted to fuck him. After a few minutes I popped out the vibrator and knelt up on the bed to position myself to fuck him missionary style.

I pushed the bulbous head of the dildo into his ass. He cried out into the soap when I moved too fast. I accommodated him, to a point, but eventually pushed through and deep into him.


He looked just like in the picture above. Asshole widely distended. Penis flaccid. Then I started in on the fucking, looking him straight in the eye. He was so cute clutching that bar of soap in his mouth!

"Who's the bitch now?" I asked. "Who's the fucking bitch now? Are you my bitch? Are you my bitch that I use for fucking? Does that make you my fucking bitch? Yes it does, you fucking bitch don't you ever use language like that to refer to a woman!"

I fucked him good and hard. Not a gentle lovemaking. No. A punishment fucking. By this point he had been put in timeout for an hour, spanked silly, had his mouth washed out, and was being fucked. I could see his teeth sinking into the bar of soap and his eyes watering up as I pounded his asshole. But I maintained eye contact with him, and he with me, so we would both know it was his wife doing this to him.

Lest you think I am a bit crazy, please remember this is a scene. I really don't care that he called that fucking bitch of a driver a fucking bitch. But since we play at femdom, it seemed like a great excuse for a scene, and it sure was. And this was an especially great excuse for a mouth soaping!

Afterwards I pulled out and cleaned him up a bit. I made him take off my strap-on and wash it thoroughly. I told him he could take the bar of soap out of his mouth and rinse as his punishment was over.

We got into bed together and I allowed him to snuggle up against my breasts. I encouraged him to stroke his dick, and so he masturbated as he nuzzled me and came soon after clamping onto my nipple and sucking like a little baby, which I encouraged.


Mommy's spunky little boy!

Not sure if you guys know this, but I've been doing some kickboxing at the gym. My husband talked me into it. He's all into MMA and trains a bit. We watch the fights together even. Poor Ronda! Congratulations to Holly!


I thought it was time david and I sparred a bit. Yes he outweighs me, is much taller and stronger, and has more skill. But I hold the ace: I make the rules!

So I got into my little black shorts, a sports bra, and little black top that I tied up to show off my tummy (he likes my tummy - I work hard at it, he better). The little black shorts show off my backside nicely as well...


Then I wrapped my hands and put on my pink (of course) boxing gloves.


He put on his shorts and top and his black boxing gloves. We cleared out the furniture in the living room and I set the rules. We were to do three three-minute rounds of standup fighting. Then we would take off the gloves and do two three-minute rounds of grappling. I setup a round timer app on my iPhone for eight three-minute rounds with one minute breaks between (you'll learn why the extra three rounds soon enough!)

The rules for standup were as follows.

1. He was not allowed to punch me in my face or head, but he could hit me, lightly, in the body and legs.
2. I could go as hard as I wanted anywhere on him. He ought to know how to defend himself, right?

The rules for grappling were

1. You get points for removing your opponents clothing, for groping them, for smacking their ass, and for putting them into humiliating positions.
2. Of course there was no striking by him anywhere except lightly on my ass to get spank points.
3. I could strike him anywhere, and as hard as I wanted.
4. Usual banned moves in grappling, except my squeezing his balls was definitely allowed, but him squeezing my tits hard was definitely not (a gentle grope was fine, assuming he could get it).
5. While I would get points for putting him into humiliating poses, he was not allowed to put me into any humiliating positions at all.
6. If I was moving him into a humiliating pose, he was not allowed to stop me.
7. If he managed to get a dominant position or a submission hold he had to let go of it right away.
8. If I got a dominant position I could stay there as long as I wanted.
9. If I got a submission on him I would instantly win.
10. He was not allowed to rip or completely remove any of my clothing (but he could bare my ass or tits by lifting or lowering if he was man enough while I elbowed him in the face).
11. Once I started removing any of his clothes, he was not allowed to stop me by holding them in place (he could wiggle to try to get away though).

And to determine the ultimate winner:

1. If the contest went to the judge's scorecard, I would be the sole judge.

I think it was a pretty fair contest, no?

And the stakes were pretty high, let me tell you. Loser had to get spanked by the winner for one three-minute round; had to suck cock for one three-minute round, and had to take it up the ass for one three-minute round. I sure hoped it wouldn't be me losing! Can you imagine my Lilly-white ass getting a spanking from him? Or me on my knees sucking his cock?? Or worse still, me bending over and him fucking my tight little asshole with his cock??? I would have to bring my A-game for sure to beat such a formidable opponent as my david!

We were ready to go.

 
DING! Round One!


I slugged away at his face but mainly punched his gloves as he was cowering behind them. I let go one into his rib cage that made him say "Ooof!" I backed away and he came after me. I let him have a front kick to his belly. That's my best kick! Totally caught him with it. His punches were really slow, but he tapped me lightly once or twice on my body. What a total wimp. I was beating his ass! Yay! Once he almost punched me in the face, but for some reason the punch stopped before it even touched me. Ha! I let him have one into his ribs for his trouble! Who's 'yo Mama? We got close and we clinched up. I pulled his head down and tried really hard to knee him in his balls. But he was onto me and kept my hips pushed away so I couldn't quite reach his precious family jewels. When we broke the little shit kicked me in the legs. Ouch! Little bitch. I was going to really let him have it but he got saved by the round one bell. Lucky he got the bell or I would surely have knocked him unconscious!

Nice workout. It got a little sheen of sweat on the both of us. This fighting shit is fun!

DING! Round Two!


We came out and touched gloves. Pretty much a repeat of the first round. He seemed totally unable to get anywhere near my head, and he covered up pretty good, and was pretty good at dodging and weaving (read: running away) so it was hard for me to really clock him. I did get a few more T kicks into his soft belly. And ripped some good shots into his ribs. He did manage to punch me gently in the tummy, and kick me in the legs and side, but they were pathetically light, and I taunted him with "Is that all you got, bitch?!"

DING! Round Three!

This time I was serious. He was going DOWN!


I came out swinging and made him cower behind his gloves. When he was all covering up I gave him a good kick to his leg. Let him get a taste of his own medicine! It was pretty much a repeat of the last round. He kept aiming for my face and head and totally missing. And any blows he got through to my body and legs were weak like a baby. Meanwhile I teed off on him with good hard kicks and punches that had him cowering and begging for his Mommy. Unfortunately, by the end of the round he was still standing, but the score was CLEARLY three to nothing for me.

By this time, we both had a really good sweat going on. We took off the gloves and wraps. I paused the clock while we got ready for the grappling. He kept foolishly taunting me, saying the wrestling was coming up and how he was so much bigger, stronger and more skilled that I would be stripped bare and have to get spanked, suck cock, and take it up my ass. In his dreams, I told him. I was up three rounds and I had no intention of losing this match, even if I could.

We put some Yoga mats down on top of the carpet. I unpaused the timer. He was already kneeling on the ground. I looked down at him. "You're going down, bitch!" I told the cocky little bastard.


I knelt in front of him and the timer went off for the first round of mixed grope-strip grappling.

DING! Round Four!

Not even close! Every time he seemed to get the advantage I easily reversed him and got on top. Once or twice, when I was in guard, he got a little titty squeeze in.


He paid for each squeeze in spades with my elbow into his guts after I got back on top, which was surprisingly easy.


We were rolling around on top of each other. Both of us were super sweaty. He got a little spank in onto my ass. I returned the favour with a hard whack to his and a deep wedgy. He did manage to pull my shorts down a bit and grope both bare and covered ass. But I quickly reversed the situation and put him into one awkward position after another. As he was  leaning over me once I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. That slowed him down. I jumped around onto his back and pulled the shirt clean off him. His shorts were next. I reached out and squeezed his balls. That took the wind out of his wrestling sails! He went to his belly to try to protect his precious little balls. I took the opportunity to pull his shorts down to mid-thigh and spank him over his undies. That earned me big humiliation points! But he put up a struggle and managed to get away from me and retain his shorts by the end of the round.

DING! Round Five!

Bitch was mine this round!


This time I gave him a slap across the face which seemed to surprise him. Using that, I knocked him over and went back to work on his shorts. This time I got them down and right off him. I waved them around in the air in triumph, taunting the little underweared bitch, and threw his forfeit gym shorts across the room.

The rest of the round was pure humiliation for him. No matter what he did he could not stop me from lowering his undies and smacking his bare ass, or showing off his bare penis to the "crowds" (we were broadcast on Pay-Per-View you know). Each time he pulled his undies back up, then each time I went in for the kill again, stealing his modesty anew. At one point I stacked him so that his heels were over his head and his ass was high in the air. I pulled his shorts down his legs and smacked his bare ass. I spread his cheeks so the cameras would have a bird's eye view of his open asshole. He was totally humiliated live on PPV. This little bitch would not be able to show his face in an MMA gym again!

I finished him by stripping his undies clean off and sitting on top of him.


He was buck naked on Pay-Per-View. Beaten by a girl! Ha Ha! Just then the round timer went off ending the final round. I stayed on him, making him say "Uncle" and admit that he lost the match fair and square. I stood up and celebrated my victory! Girl Power!

I told him we still had three rounds left, and made him tell me what each round would consist of.

"Spanking, cock-sucking, and ass fucking," he moaned.

I made him get on his knees, spread his legs, raise his ass, arch his back, and put his face on the mat. That's how he would be spending the one minute rest between the remaining rounds.

I know, too bad for him. He was so close to being able to spank and dominate me with his cock. So close. He just wasn't able to pull it off. Now he would be suffering the consequences of taunting me with that fate.

I decided he'd get his spanking right in the middle of the wrestling ring. I fetched an implement. A thin stingy hardwood paddle. I only had three minutes to spank his ass and I wanted to leave an impression. I knelt on one knee and made him bend over my other. I held him there like that and waited for the bell.

DING! Round Six!

I started going at him...


Oh yes, it was that humiliating! Spanked naked across a woman's knee in front of millions of home viewers. His penis, testicles, and asshole waving in the air for all to see as he received his womanly comeuppance with my hard little paddle.

I went at him hard and fast. I maintained a cadence of between one and two paddle strokes per second. Three minutes? That's likely somewhere around 300 paddle strokes! Well if he's going to lose a fight to a girl, that's what he gets. I can't do anything about that. I REDDENEDthat ass! It was fire engine red and turning white in the middles before I was done. He was literally begging for it to stop, but the round timer was relentless: his cruel Mistress Siri.

Finally, to his immense relief, the round timer signaled the end of his three minutes of ass blistering paddling. I pushed him off my leg and he rolled around on the ground clutching his ass. What a spectacle he was making of himself. Big tough MMA fighter! Dick flopping on his belly as he rubbed his girl-smacked ass. Well a bet's a bet and that's what losers get: a good old-fashioned ass cracking across the winner's knee!

I put him back into kneeling position and got ready for round seven. I had to pause the timer to get enough time to get my strap-on properly attached. I re-started the timer and went to stand in front of him.

DING! Round Seven!

I made him kneel in front of me. I grabbed his hair, and I pulled him down onto my big hard dick. He put his mouth around it and went deep. No no. I told him to kiss it first. To work the tip with his tongue. To take in only a little bit at first. He needed to do it properly!


Before the end of the round, I did however have him deep-throating that cock. I am so impatient with the gagging! He really needs to learn to get that throat open more.

As he sucked, I made him spit on his hand and play with his hard cock, as it was clearly excited sucking dick.

All too soon his three minutes of public cock sucking were over as the bell rang again.

I made him resume his kneeling position for the one minute rest period. I asked him if he wanted me to use his rest period to loosen up his asshole with a finger fucking, or if he was going to take the dick in cold into his ass at the next bell. The little princess practically begged me for his finger fucking!

I paused the timer so I would have more time to properly loosen him up.

I got some lube, got behind him, and stuck a digit right up there. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped my finger in and out of his ass. First one finger, then two, and then three. I couldn't believe he had begged me for this finger fucking. Bad enough he was going to get sodomized by a woman on Pay-Per-View, but to be finger fucked by her first? Disgraceful!

When I judged him loose enough to take my cock up his ass, I pulled out my finger and wiped it on a paper towel. He was clean back there. I guess he was expecting this outcome.

Before restarting the timer, I sneakily adjusted the round length to ten minutes without him knowing. He would think this next "three minute" round was endless!

DING! Round Eight!

I lined up my big white dildo on his asshole and pushed in. He moaned, but his asshole opened like a flower and sucked in my cock like magic. I started the pumping action.


Poor little bitch. First he gets beat by a woman. Then he gets spanked like a woman, made to suck cock like a woman, finger-fucked ass high like a woman, and now cock-fucked like a woman doggy style. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped him. When I judged we were about half way through I pulled out and put him on his back. I made him raise his knees. I knelt low in front of him, and re-inserted from the front, missionary position.


I lowered my top so that he, and the whole Pay-Per-View audience, could see my bare breasts. I'm a woman and proud of it, and proud of my breasts. I wanted no doubt in his, or anybody else's mind, that he was being fucked like a woman, BY a woman. My proud bare titties were a symbol of that.

"Is the timer on?" he asked.

"Yup. Set for three minutes. Is it feeling longer than that, loser bitch?"

I bent backwards to thrust deeper. And I also made him work to fuck himself on my dildo. I squirted lube on his cock and told him to get himself off while my penis was inside of him.

He rubbed, moaned, and wiggled on my cock. I taunted him, "are you going to cum for me bitch? Huh? Are you 'gonna cum with a big hard cock up your ass? Show off your true colours?"  It was all too much for him. He completely disgraced himself with a messy ejaculation on his tummy and chest with my cock buried deep into him to the hilt.

Literally ten seconds later, the bell went off ending the event. Ha Ha! He didn't even go the distance!

I pulled out of him and cleaned off my dildo (it wasn't messy). I grabbed him by the hair and made him kneel. I told him to look into the camera so the whole PPV audience could see a beaten little bitch. I scooped up his cum with my fingers, pushed it into his mouth, and made him swallow. I stuck my fingers into his mouth and made him suck on them to clean them up, and swallow any remaining goo.

I then took off the strap-on and stripped off all my clothes. I put him on his back on the mat and sat on his face.


I made him lick pussy until I came.


Isn't that just so humiliating for him? To have to have his face sat on and perform cunnilingus on my cunt while the whole world watches?


 Serves the bitch ride for challenging me!

Sorry for the little blog break, I've been off traveling on business. My husband joined me for a few days at the tail end so we could extend it into a long weekend mini vacation. We, of course, got into mischief, instigated by myself, naturally, and it involved a sexy escort we invited to our hotel room!


Before he left to join me I told him to pack some of my "equipment" (he's the one who always travels with the kinky equipment in case of customs or security searches). I wanted my paddle, a full set of women's lingerie for him (panties, bra, inserts, stockings, garter belt), the strap (tawse), my strap-on dildo and lube, and his butt plug. I made a list for him by text message. I imagine he was blushing as he packed!

I always enjoy making exciting things happen for my husband and myself (keeps things fresh), and this time I had the idea of inviting a more or less vanilla escort along to watch and/or participate in a little dommy play. I genuinely love involving other women into my play with david. It really gives me a thrill to domme him in front of another woman, especially a strange woman. It really increases the "Domme Quotient", and is really exciting (and super humiliating!) for him as well. I even thought it was sexy that I would be paying a woman to watch him get his beating!

I chose to go with a more standard escort-type rather than with a pro domme because I love introducing this kink to otherwise vanilla women, and thought it would up the humiliation factor if the woman watching was not so familiar with this kind of thing, and david could see her genuine reactions to some things she may not have seen before.

Also, my firm understanding is that escorts are a "thing" that cheating husbands do when traveling on business. Never our husbands of course. Only other womens' husbands (sure!). So why not harness it for good? I'm sure these girls are always a little conflicted being paid by a man to facilitate their cheating on their wives, so maybe they wouldn't mind being paid full rate to see a hubbie get some wifely comeuppance?

I had done something very similar before in a massage parlour in our home city (Very Public Massage Parlour Spanking!). It was really exciting for both of us. So that was running through my mind as I hit the wonderful world wide web and searched for an appropriate "lady of the night".

I had a few false starts (no answer, no returned phone call). One returned phone call who said she "didn't do that" when I described what I wanted. Really? Free money for just watching. Really? It was actually kind of scary calling out like that. My heart was fluttering a bit as I made the calls. I have no idea why.

I thought I was out of luck (which surprised me), however, one of the girls I reached out to who went by the name of "Lacey" phoned me back and was interested. She was intrigued that it was a woman leaving the message. I started out by breaking the ice, telling her where we were from and what we were doing there. I asked her a bit about herself as well, and just generally got to know her a bit. hoping that would soften her up when I told her what I wanted. Eventually we cut to the chase when she asked me what I had in mind (she had assumed a threesome, which she would have been up for).

I told her that in fact my husband was a submissive, and I wanted to give him a little thrill by having another woman watch me dominate him.  She asked me what I was going to do to him. I told her I'd probably make him strip or wear women's lingerie, spank him, and likely fuck him in the ass with my strap-on while she watches. She said that sounded amazing and what did I want her to do? I told her the main thing was for her just to watch, but she could touch him and tease him sexually if she wanted, and make fun of him for being dominated by his wife. And if she wanted to take a more active role that would be fine too, but that was totally up to her and her comfort level.

I added that we were pretty experienced at this, and that it would seem to her that I would be spanking him really hard, and that I would be leaving some nice marks, but that he can take it (and in fact craves it). I told her that it was his "thing" to kick and cry and beg during his spankings, but to ignore that as we have a safeword "red" that we use if he really needs it to stop. She should just tease him for taking his punishment like such a baby. I asked her if she was ok with that and she said that she was fine with it.

I told her we could play it straight, or we could add a role-playing element if she was game? She asked what I meant. I said that I could roleplay an angry wife who had caught her husband cheating on her with escorts in his hotel room sometime in the past, and this is why he was going to be punished by me in front of her as payback. We would stay in those roles and she wouldn't let on that she was there for anything different. She said sure and, as I predicted (!), thought it would come naturally to her to put a guy in his place for cheating on his wife with an escort! So we agreed to that, and I added that she should not let on at all that it was anything but that, because I was going to tell him that she would think it was "for real", and that she was genuinely there to help me to punish him "for real". To scare him a little!

So we agreed on all that, we agreed on a price, and we set a time, and she asked that I call her day of to confirm. It was expensive, but how often do we get to do something like this? Once a year maybe? And compared to the cost of the mini-vacation, it wasn't that huge (especially because I got a larger room in anticipation of some play).

So Yipeee! Fun times ahead!

I have to run now, but I'll post how it went down later. And, for your information, it went down GREAT!

In my last blog post, Husband Punished by Wife in front of Escort, I explained how I had setup a scene where I had invited an escort to our hotel room to watch me punish david. It was a really, really amazing scene, not the least because it was my first ever real "girl-on-girl" experience. I totally lezed out with her and cuckolded his pantied ass in the process!


But we'll get to that...

I had booked two hours with Lacey the escort in our hotel room. She knew what to expect, but david did not. I confirmed with her an hour before and gave her our room number. david heard me on the phone with her and asked what was up? I told him I had a surprise for him. That I had invited an escort to our room to watch me punish him. I told him that all she knew was that he was being punished, for real, for having cheated on me with escorts in hotel rooms before.

david looked excited and scared at the same time. His mind was definitely blown that I had set this up! Cool.

"So, have you ever cheated on me with escorts when you were travelling?" I asked him.

"No. Of course not," he said.

"Well maybe I believe you and maybe I don't. But I'm just going to assume you did it, because you're a man, and men are generally pigs. So, I ask you again, have you ever cheated on me with an escort in a hotel room?"

"No." He insisted. Stupid boy! He wasn't understanding the game yet.

"We're assuming you have. So if you had, your answer would be..." I prompted.

"Yes... and... I'm sorry?"

That's what I was looking for. Roleplay on!

"Not as sorry as you're going to be, you fucking cheater!" Oooh! Venomous! "For cheating on me like that, I'm going to blister that ass. And you're going to get it right in front of one of those escorts you love so much. And if you don't take it, I'll kick your cheating ass to the curb and take every red cent. So are you going to take it, or is this marriage over?"

"I'll take it Ma'am. I swear I will. I'm so sorry!" Now he was getting into the groove!

"You like sleeping with whores? I'm going to dress YOU like one. Put on those things I told you to bring: stockings, garter belt, panties and bra. You're going to wait like that with your nose against the wall until our sexy little friend gets here to watch me beat that whore ass of yours."

Poor little boy. So embarrassing to have to be "dressed" in front of a strange woman!

I told him to shower and scrub himself clean first, and to prepare himself for some anal. david did that and then dressed himself en femme as they say, and parked his nose against the wall. I got the dildo from my strap-on and made him hold that in his mouth against the wall. A perfect little tableau just waiting for my guest Lacey to knock on that door.

I had gotten a slightly larger hotel room. It was all one room, but it was divided into a sleeping half with a king bed, and a living room coffee table half with the sofa back acting as the divider. Plenty of room for play.

Kind of like this, but picture a sofa where those two red chairs are.

For some reason a big king bed in a hotel room makes me frisky. And it made me even a little friskier knowing an escort was on her way up who is very well used to using those beds!

KNOCK KNOCK

OMG! She's here! david is cowering against the wall, in full lingerie, with a dick in his mouth.

I opened the door and there she was, with a cream-coloured trench coat, tall high-heeled leather boots, and a big bag. She was a brunette with short hair. She looked to be in her late twenties.

"Hi! Come in. Please. You must be Lacey?"

She came in and we hugged, and we commiserated a bit on the cold weather. I took her coat, and she changed out of her boots and into a pair of heels she had in her bag. She was wearing a short skirt and a nice blouse. I handed her the agreed fee, which I had carefully counted and placed inside a folded piece of hotel stationary. She slipped that into her bag (without counting it).

david was out of sight from the entrance area. I conducted her into the room where she first caught sight of my "man".

"Oh my!" She exclaimed. "I suppose this is your little cheater?" She asked me rhetorically. "You have him all dolled up and ready for me, I see. Oh, and have you got a big dildo in your mouth, baby?"

She turned to me and said "Wow. You were serious. You really do have him dressed up like a girl!"

"On his last business trip he made a big withdrawal from the ATM and had no explanation whatsoever where it went," I told her. "He folded like a cheap suit when I pressed him and he got all teary-eyed and admitted he had spent it on an hour with an escort. Basically cheating on me. So it was either this, or I kick his ass to the curb. He chose this."

"Such a cheater!" She echoed. "What are you going to do to him?"

I told her I was going to take him across my knee and paddle his pantied ass until he was begging for mercy. Then I'd bend him over the back of the sofa, pull down his panties, and strap his bare ass until I was satisfied he had paid the price.

"And I only thought it fitting," I added, "that he pay for the privilege of having an escort here to watch him take his punishment."

"Very fitting," she agreed.

"And after that, I'm going to put on my strap-on and fuck him the ass like the two dollar whore he is!"

I grabbed my boy by the ear and pulled him away from the wall. I removed the dildo from his mouth and chucked it on the bed. Then I brought him over to the seating area. I sat on the edge of a plush sofa-chair and brought him down across my knee. Lacey took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs. I reached for my paddle that I had previously put there and started spanking his pantied backside.

As I spanked, I spanked his panties up into a bit of a wedgie exposing more and more nicely framed bare ass cheek. I love spanking him in panties, garter belt, and stockings because his lower ass and upper thighs are so nicely framed for me. And so humiliating for him to have to be spanked dressed like that in front of a prostitute! I mean, most men in a hotel room with a prostitute would get to fuck her. Not mine! He's the one who's made to undress to his lingerie like a whore and is then subject to strict over-the-knee discipline from his woman.

I made eye contact with Lacey and she smiled back at me. "That will teach you a lesson!" she said as I spanked him. She seemed to enjoy spectating, but I did not get the vibe that she eager to join in and spank him herself.

When he was crying out and begging, and his ass cheeks were nice and red I had him stand and then conducted him over to the back of the sofa. Lacey got up from the sofa and moved to a chair facing it and him.

"Pull down your panties for your strapping." I told him offhandedly as I put down the paddle and picked up the strap.

I could feel him blush as he peeled them down, exposing his engorged penis to Lacey's eyes.

"Bend over." I told him. He bent right over the back of the sofa, balancing with his elbows on the seat.

"Lacey, would you please go in front of him and hold his hands down?" She seemed eager enough and crouched in front of david, placing her hands on top of his on the sofa cushion.

"You look Lacey in the eye for this strapping." I told him. "Lacey, tell me if he looks away at all, and I'll add strokes. You're getting 50."

I started in. I seared his bum cheeks with that strap each and every time. He cried out in pain, and I'm sure he and Lacey really connected through his pain as they looked one another in the eye.

Lacey muttered little words of encouragement, such as "Take it, that's it. Take that spanking from your wife."

"He looked away!" She said.

I gave him five very strict extras just above his stocking tops. Fun that Lacey was willing to prolong his strapping!

When he was done I reached down to the floor to collect his discarded panties. I handed them to Lacey and asked her to please put them in his mouth for his fucking.

I removed my dress, getting down to just my bra and panties. It gave me a little thrill to do this in front of Lacey and in this situation. There was a real sexual tension in the air. Lacey looked at me. I pulled on the strap-on harness and placed the dildo inside it. I put a condom on it for easy clean up in case anything got messy.

But this time Lacey had put david's panties into his mouth and was teasing him gently about his upcoming fucking.

I lubed his asshole and my dick, and I prepared to stick it in.

"Keep looking Lacey in the eye, david," I told him. "You fucked an escort in a hotel room did you? Well now you're going to get fucked in front of one by the wife you cheated on."

I pushed in quickly. It was the midsized dildo, not my larger Adam, so I was able to go in all at once, though not without a quick catch of breath from my david. I grabbed his hips and began thrusting. david cried and moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure and humiliation from every stroke.

"Keep looking at me..." said Lacey to david. "You're getting fucked, aren't you? Fucked in the ass. I don't even do that, baby. I guess you do."

So intense. And I was getting super turned on in my bra and panties in front of Lacey, and with the base of the dildo pushing into me. Yummm!

I finished his fucking and pulled out. I think a lesson had been imparted! "Stay there," I told him. I went to the bathroom to throw the condom away, take off the strap-on harness and dildo and to wash my hands. I returned with some toilet paper to wipe his ass, which I did in front of Lacey. It was more lubey then dirty, but a little dirty too. I went back to the bathroom to throw away the tp.

When I returned I told david to stand up, put his panties back on, and to go face the wall again. He did so.

Lacey then came over to me and said "that was fun, but I'm a little turned on right now..." She suggested that we still had plenty of time, and maybe I might like to play just with her? "If you really want to make him suffer, then let him watch but not touch."

I thought that sounded like a very interesting idea that would probably bring poor david to his knees. But I do have to question whether being intimate with Lacey was more for david or me? I had never really explored my full sensuality with a woman before. But the suggestion felt electric to me. I was both excited and a touch nervous.

So I instructed david to keep his nose against the wall for now. He wasn't going to be allowed to watch until I was good and ready.

Yes, it's that time of the month...


I used to be quite self conscious about sex when I was on my period, which was a shame because I also find myself quite horny and quite sensitive in a good way. One of the definite up-sides of the kind of relationship I now have with my husband is that I no longer need to wait for my period to be over to enjoy sex.

On this occasion, sex started with a complete stripping of him. I made him strip bare naked in front of me downstairs in the living room while I remained clothed. I then told him to go up to the bedroom and to wait for me facing the wall with his hands on his head. I tidied up a bit downstairs, and then freshened myself up a bit upstairs and then went to him.

Without another word, I took him by the ear, dragged him over to the side of the bed, sat, and pulled him down across my knee. First I used my hand to redden his cheeks. The I reached for his hairbrush and gave him a good spanking.

I still really, really enjoy giving him a spanking like this. Him all bare. Me all clothed. Him across my knee like a bad little boy getting his comeuppance. The hairbrush ensures it's an unequal fight. I can and do bring him to tears just with that brush. In fact, I will bring him to tears like that across my lap in front of another woman, and have on several occasions. How humiliating for him to be given a punishment spanking like that across his wife's knees!!!

However that was just warm-up. While that gets me excited, what really turns my crank is giving him a whipping. I'm not truly satisfied until he's in some considerable pain and acting like a whipped little puppy.

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On a side note...

I gave him a whipping the other day in front of his fitness trainer, Mags, who is quite kinky. They were in the middle of their exercise session when I got home. I went down to the home gym in the basement where she trains him and interrupted them, asking Mags if david was performing well today? She said reasonably well. "Does he need a whipping?" I asked her. "He always needs a whipping!" she answered me.

I took up the riding crop which hangs from a hook in the gym. I told david to remove his shirt and gym shorts.This had him standing facing us in only his frilly panty. "Lower your panties," I told him. Despite the number of times the both of us have seen him naked, he always gets embarrassed and blushes as he bares himself.

I used the crop to gently smack his penis and testicles. He was not hard at first when he was made to bare himself (as he had just been working out). But this treatment to his private parts "inflated" him.

"Just look at that," I said, referring to his erection. "You should be ashamed of yourself, becoming erect in front of your trainer. You're old enough to be her father! Lie down on your back. Feet back over your head. Now you're getting a good whipping!"

This is one of the more embarrassing spanking positions for david.


His panties are bunched around his ankles and his feet are touching the wall behind him. I have his legs spread a bit so that his penis and testicles both are on full display, pushing up between his legs. And of course his bottom cleft is fully spread, putting his anus on full humiliating display. I like the position both for the humiliating exposure, and for the fact that it's the sort of position a woman might receive hard intercourse in, to either her vagina or her anus.


And then the howling starts! With his buttocks stretched taught like that, the riding crop whipping hurts doubly more. I also whip between his cleft, and target his hole with the end of the crop. I also target his penis tip and shaft, and, a little more lightly, his testicles as well. I hope Mags is learning something, that these areas are by no means "off limits" during a whipping. What's ironic is while the gentle whipping that preceded acted to harden his penis in front of Mags, this whipping to his private parts had the exact opposite effect, rendering him limp as a little wet noodle despite the presence of his sexy young trainer.

I then left, handing Mags the whip and telling her to keep him naked and to give him all his spankings like that for the remainder of his session. I told her I expected marks!

I sat one floor up for the remainder of his session, enjoying the rhythm of the exercising, with her loudly exhorting him to continue and counting down his exercise repetitions, then a bit of silence as they prepared, and then the unmistakable sound of a strictly wielded riding crop on sensitive and bare flesh accompanied by the musical notes of his begging and pleading as she marked him for me. He knows he must submit to her, and in this extra humiliating fashion, despite her youth and position, to please me.

When they were done she brought him up to me to show off the markings she had achieved, which were quite fine indeed, and all at willy nilly angles across his ass and legs, and this time even deep between his legs and buttocks. I was more than satisfied, and showed my appreciation with a an extra cash bonus which I handed to my nude and whipped husband to kneel and hand to her as I watched.

As she was leaving I told david to not think his evening was over yet as he still needs to be given a strapping by me, and a long hard session from my strap-on, to remind him to whom he belongs.

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But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes! I was giving him a whipping myself this time.

After his hairbrush spanking I had him face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips and I went to get my little whip.


It's very thin and whippy. A very thin cane, with a little two inch cord on the end. I really make him dance with this little implement. A lovely little dance of pain, humping his pillow. That little whippy tip I make go everywhere!

As you know, I encourage the whimpering and the begging for it to stop. And its never feigned. Never needs to be. He tells me I get a little glassy eyed and scary when I'm in the midst of whipping him. It does turn me on tremendously. I get into a zone where I just don't want to stop.

I really marked him badly that time. All over his ass, onto his flanks, and down his legs. Thin little angry whip marks. Shit but those turn me on something fierce!

I made him kneel up on the bed, and I fetched him his tampon.


I had a tampon in me, and he was about to see it. No matter how much of a Domme one is, early childhood conditioning on that one is tough to get over. What I find helps tremendously is to make sure he has a tampon well lodged up his backside. If he wants to make fun of me, well he's not really in much of a position to do that, my little cotton tail!


I lie him face up on the bed, take off all my clothes, and then sit on his face, looking down his body.


And yes, my little string dangles down onto his chin. Ha Ha!

I get out my Hitachi vibrator and give myself three Orgasms as I make him lick my asshole. Nice sensations!

I was surfing around some blogs on my blogroll and came across this Merry Christmas post. It embedded a video of a poor fellow receiving a caning that I think demonstrates to some of you newbies why the subs live in fear!

This first one was taken before the caning started. He had already been warmed up with the wood while in the wheelbarrow position, thus the suffuse glow.


Not a huge cane by any means. I've seen (and used) nastier.

This next photo was taken 10 seconds later, after the first 10 strokes were delivered.


Doesn't look so bad, now does it? Notice the light little markings where the cane whipped around his far cheeks (and his near one as well).

He was allowed 20 seconds of recovery time, and then he received another 10 strokes in 10 seconds. This is what he looked like afterwards.


You could tell by his body language he was in quite some considerable discomfort. But still his butt does not look so bad, does it? Well that was the end of his caning. 20 strokes over the course of less than a minute.

We got to watch over the next 40 seconds as the marks developed (she soothed him with some cooling ointment to his bum). This was the aftermath.


He won't be sitting comfortably for the rest of the day!

My commentary?

What man would not respect his wife after a caning like that? What woman observing a wife do this to her man would not sit there in slack-jawed awe at the disciplinary power she wields?

Yes, she coloured "outside the lines" a bit. That high stroke and the three that whipped around to his right flank. But... if you're going to hand your wife matches and ask her to play with them, you're the one who's going to get burned!

Ha Ha!

One of my pen pals is a youngling named jessie. You can read about jessie in some earlier blog posts, the last one being this one where I sent "her" to buy and use some feminine hygiene products.

After a time, jessie wrote me back...

Anything else I can do Ms. Julie?

I think it's time for a bra, sweetie. Off you go to a lingerie store to get fitted. Ask for breast forms and a bra. They are to wear in private, not out in public at all, but I do want you wearing it in private to get that "real girl" feeling you can carry around with you all day.

You're.. you're probably right I guess Do I have to get fitted? They'll know it's for me! And no breast forms or bra in public right?

Of course you'll be fitted and of course they'll know it's for you. You will have to try it on, especially the breast forms. I can assure you the salesladies are quite used to cross-dressing males and even seem to enjoy the interaction. They even have a policy at Victoria's Secret and at Nordstrom's of being tolerant. So they have fun with it as a result. And no, not in public (except I will want a photo, of course, for my private enjoyment!)

I'll get right on that bra shopping. I'm actually getting excited since I've had to wait. And I was even considering asking my girlfriend to come with. Is that a bad idea?

No, that's a great idea! I think it eases things if you have a woman helping you shop.

After a bit of a delay, jessica finally got back to me.

Sorry it's taken me so long. I did go though with it, Ms. Julie. And actually I told my friend I wanted to get a bra. And we talked about it a bit, and then she came with me. And... then... I lost my nerve. We walked right by Victoria's Secret. Didn't go in at all. She was a bit annoyed, and I felt bad. I made her waste her time with me and we didn't even go in. That was a few weeks ago. Since then I went by myself. Not to VS. I'm just too afraid. My friend told me I have to get measured but I'm scared of that too. So I just went to Target and bought what I assumed would fit me. It does fit I think. This story doesn't have the same drama as my other shopping trips, though. The check-out woman didn't comment on my selection. I just bought one set.

Bad boy! you apologize to your friend, tell her you deserve a spanking from her, and then SWEAR to do it next time if she will only take you. I assure you they are very welcoming at VS. It is a store policy to be sensitive on matters such as these.

We had some more back and forths that I don't want to bore you guys with. jessica was worried she had alienated her friend for good. For some reason, jessica never asked her friend for that spanking. I think she's terrified of the very well deserved fanny pain she would be forced to endure, bare bum across her friend's knee. I understand the friend is quite strong and fit. Some type of athlete. I might have to make her do that.

At a certain point jessie requested another assignment from me. I told her to insert something into her bumhole as she had never done that before, and send me a photo. She sent me a photo of her in panties (!) with something sticking a little out... maybe a pencil? You be the judge.


My response...

You need to buy a suitable ass toy, jessica. Who don't you get yourself over to a sex shop. Have a conversation with the lady there over something suitable to go into your bum. Tell her you want the experience of being fucked like a woman, but you are very tight back there. She'll find something suitable for you (maybe even test it for fit ;-)

And then jessie came up with an unexpected twist

So my girlfriend...the one I said I thought I lost... well I decided to text her because I remember she said she liked plugs. And I thought I could be in for a legit femdom experience. Like your scenes with david except not a scene. I mean she was mad at me at first and didn't want to text. But when I said I just wanted advice on ass toys... well she opened up. She told me she could, quote, "show me some of hers." We've set up a time to meet, so it's happening. Am I reading too much into this? It seems like this might be my first (pretty much ever) sexual experience with someone else. I'm excited and terrified.

Well that's an exciting development! I emailed jessie a week later asking if there were any further developments. I'll let jessica bring it home...

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Oh yes Ms. Julie! A lot of developments! I'll embellish a tad little bit with a quote or two but hardly at all. This REALLY HAPPENED and I CANT EVEN I just CANT EVEN BELIEVE IT. I didn't think something like this would ever happen to me.

I went over to her house wearing my leggings and a T-shirt. (I almost exclusively wear leggings now...all the college girls around me do so I wanted to too).

We went into her room, had a little bit of small talk, or girl talk. We talked about boys... she seems to always have a new boyfriend every time I talk to her. She never keeps them very long. Then she brought up why I was there: ass toys.

She said "these always come in handy when I'm between boyfriends. I'm sure they could help you too." she smiled at me.

I looked...wide eyed... at her collection. I've never seen this sort of stuff in real life Ms. Julie. She had a number of butt plugs and a dildo. I told her I had no idea what I was doing.

She smiled again and said "I can help you. Shut the door though. My parents are home."

(oh and I forgot to mention Ms. Julie, she was home for this weekend, which was Halloween weekend, because there was some party she wanted to go to with her high school friends. So she came home instead of having Halloween with her college friends as usual. This was Friday night that I was at her house.)

I went to shut the door. "Damn jessie. Your ass looks alright in those."

jessica sent me a photo after the fact of what she was wearing

I blushed.

"Let's see it a bit better, though. Bend over the bed."

I just looked at her. I don't know why I didn't bend over right away.

"What? Do you want me to show you my toys or not?"

I didn't say anything. but I bent forward on her bed. She put a hand on my ass. All of a sudden she seemed hesitant too.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Yes," I said.

She put her other hand on my ass and pulled my leggings down, just a little bit to my thighs.

"ahaha" she softly chuckled. "You do look cute in these." She snapped my panties.

ditto for the panties

She hasn't really seen me in them before, but she's seen the tag when she checked and she saw them in my room when she came over before... remember Ms. Julie?

She showed me her dildo. I gulped. I'm not gay.... and... it was so big...

"Anything smaller?" I asked.

"Sure," she grabbed what I think was her smallest pink butt plug. "Let me lube this up. I don't want to touch your ass, but I don't want to hurt you either. It probably will hurt a little, it's your first time."

She lubed up the plug and came behind me.

"Eww! jess!" she cried when she pulled down my panties. "You better shave this little bum of yours! That's the last thing I'd expect to see from a boy like you." The way she said 'boy' made me think she didn't think I was much of a real one...

She started to slide the plug in me. At first... it felt so good... like... oh my I really felt tingly... But then she pushed more. It started to hurt. And like it really hurt. I held quiet. I didn't say a thing. But then I was crying. It hurt so bad. She stopped.

"Jeez jessie. I didn't even get it all the way in yet."

I looked back at her, tears running down my face.

"Okay you've had enough," she started to put the plug away.

"No please!" I begged her to try again.

"Okay. Stop being such a baby then."

I swallowed hard.

She put it in me again. Not far this time. Just poking it slowly in and out. I felt a tingling again. I reached for my penis and flipped it up so I could hump the bed. She laughed and started going harder. It hurt. I kept humping. But soon I was crying again too.

"Will you man up already?" She stopped again.

I whimpered.

"That's probably not the right phrase now that I think about it," she shook her head. "Suck it up maybe."

She handed me a tissue and put the butt plug away.

"It hurts," I said.

"Well if that's the way you want to have sex, then put your big girl panties on and deal with it."

I stood up.

"Oh my God! Don't show me your dick! I don't want to see that!"

I quickly pulled up my panties. Honestly I don't think she saw it much. Not for more than a split second. I pulled my leggings up. I was still sniffling. She sat down on her bed and said I could sit down too.

"It's okay," she said.

Somehow we shared a touching moment then sitting on her bed. Tears in my eyes and her hand on my shoulder. We talked about why she got mad at me before. The biggest thing was when she (really kindly) took me bra shopping when I asked her to and I refused when we finally got there. I apologized. I cried a little more trying to explain how hard it was to buy a bra. Eventually we hugged.

Before I left she started telling me about the Halloween party she was going to (which was tomorrow). She said I should come with her because she had seen the perfect costume for me when she was out buying hers. She wouldn't tell me what it was. She just told me to come back to her house tomorrow morning and we would go out and buy it together.

Well I did just that. We drove to the store. She went and found it and just started cracking up as she held it out to show me. It was a leotard with puffy sleeves and on the chest it read CRY BABY and it came with a head piece and a binky. I got super embarrassed. I tried to say no but she asked me why not? She said isn't this perfectly fitting for you? What could I say? I shrugged. Eventually, I nodded.

We went back to her house. She helped me put it on (it was a little tough to slip in to).

Wow. Not a lot in the "package" is there?

She laughed so hard!

I protested. I mean I was really not happy with this. I would've rather been something else but she just put the little binky in my mouth. I let her and she laughed so so hard. But then she said I did look kind of sexy. And I guess I did. It's a leotard so it's not really babyish, at least not below the chest. That made me happy. But I was absolutely petrified about what would happen at the party. I've never been publicly humiliated before, Ms. Julie. I mean not unless you count my shopping experiences... which arguably do count... but I wasn't dressed in a cry baby suit and that's more embarrassing than just being feminine. You can imagine my inner fear when I went home afterwards to wait for the party later that night.

She came to pick me up. She insisted on driving. We made our way to the party. At least no one here would know me. These were her friends that I didn't really know. Oh and just to say, my friend was dressed as a pirate. A sexy pirate but not slutty in any way. If anything it made her look more powerful, at least to me, compared to me.

We walk in. She hugs one of her girlfriends, and the the girl sees me. She laughs out loud. I blush.

"Who's this?"

"Oh this is my friend, jessie. He wanted to come, I hope that's okay."

"Oh sure! He's cute. This has to be a girl's costume..." she looked at my leotard. Its tightness and my little bulge.

"Yeah I actually picked it out for him. It's very fitting."

"What he's a cry baby or something?"

"Oh yeah." She looks at me and asks, "should I tell her the story?"  I shake my head. "Oh alright, I'll tell you later" she says to her friend.

So we go in. I meet people. It's more of the same. But not always. Some people don't even remark on my costume. I mean it is Halloween after all. People are the most open minded on Halloween it seems. It was a normal party. Eventually I felt comfortable and it was actually really cool because like I said none of the people knew me. I could be the real me. And it didn't even matter that I was wearing a baby costume. Soon I was sitting legs crossed, martini in hand, and laughing with three or four girls.

The first girl I met actually spent the most time with me. She and my pirate friend did humiliate me some. I mean they teased me. My friend said, "Does baby want some yummy appetizer?" I just smiled and shook my head as if to shake her comment off. But she kept going, "Come on. sit on my lap. I'll feed you." I hesitated. The other girl said "yeah come on!" and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards my friend. My leotard clad ass plumped right onto her lap. "Here comes the train." teased my friend and shoved a spoonful into my mouth. "I want to feed her," the other girl said, and gave me a bite of her brownie.

All of a sudden I was a 'her'. And all of a sudden we were drawing a crowd. I started to pull against my friend but she held me tight. You know I'm small Ms. Julie. She is stronger than me. One of the onlookers asked if there was any baby food in the house. Thankfully there wasn't. And the feeding stopped. But my friend held me on her lap for the next while. I admit to enjoying it. The humiliation. But I also enjoyed before the humiliation when I felt like a girl.

Afterwards, when my friend drove me home, we talked a little bit.

"You liked that everyone starting calling you 'she' after a while right?"

I said, "I guess. I mean. Yes. I think I did."

"What do you mean you guess? You don't wear anything from the the men's department. Ever. I saw your room, remember? Girls clothes all over floor."

"Okay. yeah. But the whole baby thing..."

"I treated you like who you are. No, you're nothing like a man. But you weren't much of a woman either. Crying like a baby when I stuck a little plug in your pussy."

That was my Halloween. And it was a crazy, awesome experience.

I have yet another pen-pal named timmy. timmy is a little 18 year-old virgin who likes my blog and also likes masturbating to vanilla porn. He asked if we could role play. He requested that I be his Aunt and he would be the nephew caught masturbating and spanked for it. We went back and forth a bit with this role play, and then I 'kinda 'sorta took over and just wrote a little story and got lill josephine to illustrate. I hope you enjoy it!

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Nephew timmy:
I'm 18 years old and a senior in high school. My parents went on a year's sabbatical to France, and so I wound up living with my Aunt Julie for the year.  I didn't mind. Since I was a little kid I always noticed how attractive my aunt was, her round and tight ass and her firm breasts. The perfect woman. Once I learned the magic of tugging on my cock I had an obsession with the thought of getting the chance to fuck her. My other friends over the years have gotten girlfriends and fucked them in the process, I was never that fortunate. I just never really got around to it with school and all. Every night I can, when my Aunt isn't in hearing distance, I jack off to porn on my laptop. My favorite stars are Lexi Belle and Eva Lovia. My favorite category of porn is DPs and I love watching a slut get pounded senseless. This night was no different. I was horny, as always, and I needed to rub one out. I hopped in bed after removing all my clothes and got ready for a jerk session. I flipped open my computer and found a hot video. I had made sure to turn off my lights but I had forgotten my headphones at school and I left the volume on just a little bit. It was better with the sound. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Lexi wailed on in the video while she was being pummeled.


Aunt Julie:
For some reason I couldn't get to sleep and woke up at 2am. I slipped on my nightgown and went to the bathroom. On the way there I saw a dim and flickering light through the crack under my nephew's bedroom door and heard some faint noises. I continued to the bathroom and thought about what I had seen. Can't he ever stop with those video games? And he has an early class in the morning. No wonder he's always late and seems so sluggish in the mornings. I made up my mind to confront him about it. I thought I should catch him red-handed so he could not deny it, and we'd go from there.

So on the way back I very quietly opened his door. The room was dark. I was surprised to not see him at his desk. But there he was on his bed with his back towards me. Or, more accurately, as he was fully nude with his bed covers pulled down and his bare bottom facing me! He had his laptop on the bed. At first I wondered what he was doing playing video games without any clothes on and in his bed. And then it dawned on me. What a fool I am! As my eyes became better accustomed to the dark it became very clear what he was doing! OMG! He was MASTURBATING to an Internet video porno!


He was rubbing his penis frantically, writhing his bottom and making moaning sounds as his eyes were fixated on the small screen and his ears tuned in to the dim sexual sounds emanating from the laptop. He had still not noticed that I had entered his room, enraptured as he was in his penile self-abuse.

First of all, that is just disgusting. I understand boys have their urges, but in a bedroom in my house, where I could hear him doing it? And I wash his sheets! Yuck! Well that's just rude. And at this hour? What about school? As well, I'm a feminist, and what I was glimpsing from a distance depicted actions that clearly were very degrading to women. And how about the young "actress" being exploited? Plus, timmy rarely dated, and now I could see why, if this was his notion of normal sexual relationships! What woman would want him? I decided then and there I needed to nip this behavior in the bud.

I flipped on the light switch and stood there with my arms crossed with what I'm sure must have been a very angry expression on my face.

Timmy turned instantly. His penis still in his hand. "Aunty!" he yelled out. Aunty indeed.

"What is the meaning of this!!?!" I yelled.

Timmy flushed bright red and did not know whether to shut the laptop, run away, cover his bare behind, or cover his private parts. As a result he started trying to do some of each, with a predictable lack of success.

I stormed over and snatched the laptop. Timmy was frantic. He did not know what to do. He tried to pull up his bed covers, but I put my hand on them and stopped that. He would not be getting off that easily tonight! He finally wound up flipping over onto his tummy and covering his bare backside with his hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked him angrily. I knew perfectly well what he was doing, but I wanted him to say it aloud.

"Just looking at things on my laptop, Aunty," he replied, practically in tears.

"I see. While naked and rubbing your penis? And what's that called, Timmy?" I pressed.

"M...m...m...masturbating?"

"Indeed! And are you getting ejaculate on your bed right now, timmy? Turn around. Turn around this instant. Get that disgusting penis off your bed covers."

Timmy rolled over, covering his dick with his hands.

"Are you STILL touching yourself????" I demanded. "In front of ME no less? Put your hands at your sides!"

Timmy did so, uncovering a very erect penis, with a turgid red-purple engorged tip. It was glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and pre-cum. It pointed at a forty-five degree angle up off his tummy, and was visibly throbbing. His testicles were tight, purpled, and engorged.


He lay there with his eyes tightly closed and his face screwed up holding back the tears. His little fists were clenched tightly at his sides, enduring the no doubt abject humiliation of his Aunty getting a clear view of his heretofore secret burgeoning sexuality.

This shaming was deliberate on my part. He needed to feel the shame of his actions acutely, or there would be no motivation to change his ways. Naughty little masturbator.

"That is filthy!" I said. "You should be ashamed of yourself, timmy!"

"Yes Aunty!" he cried out as the tears finally broke loose and started rolling down his cheeks....

Nephew timmy:
I was thoroughly enjoying myself, watching Lexi get pummeled and rubbing my cock, until, to my surprise, my Aunt burst in my room! I was sunk for sure. She caught me red handed. Rather cock in hand as I was mid stroke when she burst in.

"Oh Fuck" was the first thing that crossed my mind. My goose was cooked. No doubt about that. I went from the highest throes of self pleasure to the utter shock and humiliation of being caught masturbating by my Aunt. I just had to watch one more video, dammit. I can never turn down a good vid of Lexi Belle getting pummeled but now I was going to pay for it. I felt frozen and mortified at the same time. I would never be able to touch my cock again without thinking about this moment. When she told me to flip over and put my hands at my sides leaving myself exposed to her, I felt the urge to cry. I couldn't hold it back and soon began to blubber like a baby. "please Aunty! I'm so sorry"

Aunt Julie:
"Well you should be sorry, young man!"

I put his laptop down on his desk, still open to the porn. I stopped it and reset the video to the beginning. I called timmy over, in the nude, and made him sit in front of it as I stood to his side. As he came over to the chair he tried to cover himself with his hands, "What did I tell you about playing with yourself???" I yelled out and he quickly glued his hands back to his sides, exposing his bouncing penis. I could hardly contain myself from laughing, but kept a very strict face as this was serious business!

"Start the video again," I commanded him.

timmy hit the play button

"Full screen," I told him.

The video was entitled "A Young Lexi Belle gets destroyed by a Monster Cock" from a site called "DaughterDestruction.com".

"Pause it." I said.


"Is this even legal? How old is she? Many of these young ladies are heavily exploited, young man. I don't know if that's the case with this particular actress but odds are she is. Have you researched it at all? No? I didn't think so. And does this look pleasant to you? Do you think this girl is enjoying herself? Look at the ridiculous heels she has on. Continue it."

timmy groaned and hit the play button again.

"Oh, very nice, now he's hitting her. Hitting her on her behind! I can see violence against women has an attraction to you. Maybe I should hit you on your behind and see how you like it???"

"Pause it again."


"Oh my God. He's spreading her shaved vagina. And you can see her anus! Do you actually find that sexy??? Continue it."

"Wait. Pause it there."


"Now she's being required to put that monstrosity into her mouth! And just look at his penis. Now look at yours. Do you actually fantasize that your penis is as large as his? Answer me! Do you?"

"no aunty..."

"Well that's good, as your penis is a fraction of his size. Continue it."

"Pause it there!"


"Did he actually order her to hold her vagina spread for him? And you think that's perfectly normal sexual relations do you? Continue."

"That poor girl. I hope she wasn't injured by that. Oh well. Now that's VERY nice. She gets a facefull of his ejaculate. VERY respectful of women."


"timmy, it's no wonder you have no social life with girls, nor any sex life. If that is your idea of 'sexy' there is something seriously wrong with you, young man. What girl in her right mind would ever go out with a boy who thinks of her in those terms? Answer me!"

"no girl ma'am..." said timmy, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"I am very disappointed in you, timmy. I feel it's my laxity in discipline that has allowed this to happen. But it will stop right here and right now. You are grounded for a week, and grounded from your laptop for a month. You may use the computer in the living room for your homework, and God help you if I find any traces of porn on that browser!

"yes aunty..."

"Furthermore, there is to be no more internet pornography, ever, in this house, and the masturbation stops tonight. If I EVER catch you at it or even see any evidence of masturbation on your sheets or underwear, you will be very soundly spanked! Oh yes, just like that young lady got her bottom swatted, only much harder!"

"Aunty, please, no..."

"And that starts tonight. Stand up. WHAT did I say about touching yourself??? Hands at your sides!"

I moved the desk chair out towards the center of the room. I told timmy to pick up the laptop and to put it down on the floor to the left of the chair, and to ready the video for one final full screen viewing. I made him stand to the right of the chair at attention as I went to my bedroom to get the stout wooden hairbrush that my mother had used on me. I returned, hairbrush in hand. I knew from first-hand experience that this boy was going to learn the lesson of a lifetime tonight.

As it was late, I was dressed in only my panties with the hastily pulled on sheer baby doll negligee on top. I knew my breasts were quite visible through the sheer top, which only added to poor timmy's confusion. At least he was seeing a real woman, not some Internet facsimile.

I sat on the chair and pulled the very naked timmy down across my lap. I could feel his still erect penis touching my bare thighs.

"We will be playing that video again, timmy, and you will be spanked with this hairbrush for its full duration. That's 17 minutes and 50 seconds, young man, of pure fiery hell visited on your bottom. To remind you why you are being spanked, you will not take your eyes off your video the entire time or we will start it again from the beginning."

I felt timmy wiggle on my laptop, and felt a slippery wetness on my left thigh.

"If you ejaculate on my legs, timmy, you will lick it up after we finish your hairbrushing, and then we'll have a second viewing while you hold your semen in your mouth as I strap your backside raw."

timmy stopped wiggling.

"Now hit the play button. I hope you enjoy it, it will be the last internet porn you see in this household."

With an audible groan timmy hit the play button. At 17 minutes and 50 seconds long. timmy would have an exceptionally sore bottom by the time his spanking was over!

I started in on his bottom with the hairbrush. timmy began crying out with each stroke. His bottom seemed extremely tender. I varied my pace and the strength of the swats according to the severity of the intercourse that poor young girl was enduring.


timmy was struggling so much I had to hold his arm behind his back. He was yelling for mercy as I continued to swat his bare behind and his upper thighs, painting them fire engine red. This boy was going to learn respect for women even if I had to spank him bare across my knee every night for a month!

Very soon I had to even throw a leg across the backs of timmy's to clamp him into place in order to continue his very well deserved spanking. His bottom and upper thighs were becoming exceedingly red with white in the centers, and he was crying out in a high-pitched voice, for all the world like a toddler or a little girl. I steeled myself to my task. A lesson needed to be taught. A lesson needed to be learned.

When the young lady in the porno was commanded to "hold her pussy open" that's when I pulled timmy's cheeks wide apart and spanked inside his bottom crack. Up and down and as close as I could get to his anus. timmy particularly cried out at these spanks. An excellent object lesson.

As the video finally ended with the ejaculate on the girl's face, well I must say timmy's face was even more wet from his tears than she was from the semen! And his bottom was red, swollen, and bruised in places.

I made him stand. I laughed aloud looking at how tiny and shriveled his penis was now! Even draped across my bare legs, and now him seeing my breasts through my sheer nightgown, all the sexiness was spanked out of him as he stood crying like a two-year-old and clutching at his sore backside.

I put him back into his bed. He sat down tenderly and immediately rolled over, showing me his bare swollen behind again. I picked up his laptop and went back to the doorway. I reminded timmy that he was grounded from his laptop for a month, and reminded him that if I saw or heard any evidence of masturbation, he would be spanked again immediately, regardless of the state of his bottom. I also told him that until further notice the bathroom and bedroom doors would be staying open while he was using those rooms. In fact I would ask the handyman to remove his bedroom door from its hinges tomorrow.

"And we shall see about what I can do to fix your social life with girls, young man." With that I turned out the lights and left his room.

I went to sleep to the sounds of timmy still crying and sniffling in his bed.

When I awoke the next morning and went down for breakfast, I noticed timmy immediately averted his gaze from me. That was fine. A little embarrassment and a little fear of me and my hairbrush was a good thing for now.

As I was thinking about it later that day, my thought was that our lovely next door neighbor, Amanda, looked somewhat similar to the "Lexi Belle" from the video. Amanda talked to me about everything, and I knew that she was very sexually adventurous, despite the fact that she was just timmy's age. While timmy was not particularly well endowed in the penis department, he was a fetching looking young lad otherwise, as Amanda had often commented to me. I was quite sure she would be open to training timmy, with my assistance, on how to better please a woman sexually.

In fact, shaming timmy for his masturbation habits in front of Amanda, and spanking him in front of her as well, would drive home timmy's lesson wonderfully. A little jeering at his small penis from the two of us would not hurt either. Perhaps Amanda could be made to measure him and look up "average" on the Internet to compare him to.


That would bring him down another peg or two. "DaughterDestruction" indeed. Ha ha!

After that, timmy would be taught how to properly go down on a lady, and receive swats from Amanda when he was not performing! Of course, timmy would not be allowed to use his penis on sweet Amanda. Oh no. I wondered if Amanda would train timmy on how to use his tongue on and inside her asshole? I understand from Amanda it's all the rage nowadays with young people.

In due time I would introduce Amanda (and timmy) to my strap-on dildo. Then we could make timmy really understand that being forced to deep throat a large penis, and even worse to receive deep, forceful, penetrative sex from it, was really not anywhere near pleasant. That way he could receive a real taste of his own medicine while learning total respect for (and obedience to) women at the same time.

Yes, he definitely needed to experience overly-forceful sex from the woman's perspective. I would perhaps curl his hair a bit with my curling iron, dress him in pink panties, bra, and heels, and then have Amanda over.  I would tell her what a naughty boy he was, masturbating to a movie of a young woman being abused and exploited. I would explain that's why he was undergoing female empathy training for the next month, in lingerie and heels, and God help him when my period comes!

I would take timmy across my knee and spank him in front of Amanda right on the seat of his pink panties. During the spanking I would scold him in front of Amanda for masturbating to a video of a male with a huge penis having intercourse with a woman. Afterwards I would make him stand facing us and lower his panties so that Amanda could see exactly how little he was sporting down there by contrast.

Then I would bend him over the kitchen table, lower his panties, and encourage Amanda to first give him hell with my strap, and then with my strap-on!


Oh yes, he would learn. And who knows? It may even be the start of a beautiful relationship...

david got his bumhole thoroughly explored by his pretty young trainer the other day.


Let me tell you, to the extent I know it, how it went down.

As you know, david has an at-home personal trainer, Mags, who both works him out and also gives him spankings. I recruited her via email. You can go back and read all about it in New Trainer! and follow-up posts. She is young and keen and very game. In fact, she is in her early twenties and david is pushing forty, so she is "half his age" and "young enough to be his daughter", all of which adds to the fun!

The other day the two of them got to talking during training and the subject of bum fucking came up. Don't ask me how. I was not there. Mags, who is very naive in certain ways, asked my husband "someone once told me that guys have, like, a G-spot up their bum..." According to david, she said it in such a way that if it turned out to be totally false she could laugh it all off and say she never believed it anyways.  david earnestly told her that, yes, in fact, there is such a spot and it's called the prostate. Mags then confirmed that her boyfriend would never let her get anywhere near that part of him anyways, and they went on training.

When david related this to me I decided I just had to donate david's bumhole to the cause of this young woman's education. I texted her telling her that next time she came I would have david lay out gloves and lube and she should feel free... She txt'd back "sure!" What did I tell you? Game! (She also knows she is likely to collect a little bonus from me also - fun and profit.)

I wasn't there for it, but the following is how david told it to me.

Before she arrived, david had laid out a pair of latex gloves, a tube of lube, some paper towels, a plastic bag, a Lux vibrating prostate massager, and a diagram of a finger touching a prostate.


He had also cleaned himself very thoroughly, inside and out.

david showed her the stuff and she giggled. He told her about how she's very welcome to explore back there. To make her comfortable, he told her the story of going to visit his (female) doctor and of having his prostate examined and developing an erection. She enjoyed that story and questioned him about some of the details. She thought it was very funny that his penis was bare and he was erect and a bit dribbly in front of his doctor when she had a finger up his ass.


To david's surprise, despite the warm start, she ignored the stuff and told him to start his exercising with some in-place running. After he was warm she picked up the leather belt and told david to bend over the exercise ball. He lowered his gym shorts and panties, hoping for a bum exam. She wrapped the buckle end of the belt around her hand several times and used it single-tail to whip his bare behind.


Her whipping of him had its usual ridiculous severity, and he was soon howling under her strictly applied lash.

When his bum was adequately sore and marked, then she had him start in on an exercise set. Between exercises she whipped him some more. When they were through the first set she said, "ok, let's try this out. Bend over the ball".

david, heart beating, took his gym shorts and panties right off, and bent over the large exercise ball bare from the waist down, legs spread, and penis and balls hanging down between his legs. He was very much hoping it would be a probing and not another whipping as he lay so very exposed to her.

Mags put on the latex gloves. david then felt her dribbling lube on his bottom hole. The diagram of the prostate was arranged right in front of her, at david's head where she could see it. She penetrated him with her finger. david felt she did not have enough lube, but did not say anything. She was reaching for the prostate, but despite the map was reaching her finger in the wrong direction. david had to tell her to turn her finger around and press downwards towards his front. She rooted in there for a while, and then david said "that's it!"

"Oh yeah, I feel it!" she squealed in delight. "That's it? Does that feel nice?" She asked. "It's smooth." She commented.

"yes... that's... nice..." said david. (Ha Ha!)

She fucked him a bit with her finger, in and out, and in and out. david figures she spent a good couple of minutes in there. His penis visibly stiffened as she did this, but she did not comment on that.

"Ok, back to work!" She said. She pulled her finger out, and took the gloves off.

As david pulled his panties and gym shorts back on, he also showed her the prostate massager and explained what it was for.


She asked a few questions, such as how does it go in, and david also showed her how the vibrating feature worked. She seemed interested in an abstract sense, but didn't say she would use it on him at all. She made david go back to exercising, and alternated with the spankings as usual.

When david was finished all his exercising, and there was only stretching left, she said "Get back over the ball, let's try this out," picking up the prostate massager.

My husband again stripped himself below the waist, and again bent over the big exercise ball. She put the gloves back on and lubed the massager, and started inserting it. At first it would not go, but she bumped, bumped, bumped it against his anal opening, and eventually it went in, which apparently delighted Mags. She turned on the vibrating action and david moaned like a slut.

She asked if it was on the spot? david said it was. Then she grabbed it in her hand and started fucking him with it. In and out and in and out. david moaned each time it went in and she shushed him with a "Shhhh!", but he kept moaning regardless, and she kept fucking regardless. She put one gloved hand on his ass while she fucked him with the other. The she moved the hand on his ass to between his legs, and pushed down on his penis and balls, pushing them into the exercise ball between his legs as she continued the fucking. david moaned and bucked and squirmed during this treatment, and she continued fucking him and shushing him, seemingly a bit embarrassed by his carrying on, perhaps afraid I might come home and hear him, or maybe she just objected to a grown man, old enough to be her father, moaning like a slut under her hand.

david swears he was moments away from spurting when she stopped, pulled the vibrator out, and put it down on the top of the elliptical machine on the towels. david stayed bent over and moaning for a bit as she laughed at him. I'm sure she got an eyefull of his asshole lubed and gaping open, and his cock hard and wet with pre-cum. But that's all he got.

Her view of my ridiculous husband. Yes, a hard little bum-fucked bitch. He only wishes he got to touch himself and dribble that much!

As david calmed down, he stood and pulled his panties and shorts back up over a huge erection which she pretended not to notice at all. david was relieved and pleased that there was no visible mess at all to clean up. He had done a good job preparing for her.

She said "Time to stretch."

david got a gleam in his eye and asked, "may I stretch with the plug in me?"

"Sure!" she answered.

david pulled his pants down again, and right in front of her, as she watched with a little smile on her lips, stuck the massager back into his own bum, erection bobbing in front of her, turned it on, and restored his panties and shorts for his stretches. He was being stretched in more ways than one!

It was still in there, humming away, as david saw Mags to the door, paid her usual fee, and then added the same on again as my bonus to her.

I do believe a good session from Mags with the strap-on dildo is not far behind!

I've been meaning to demonstrate to david's fitness trainer, Mags, that spankings can have a lighter, more sensual side as well, as she seems to have just "one speed" as one of my commenters mentioned. To this end, I wanted to setup a situation where I could give david a more sensuous spanking, allowing Mags to be a voyeur. david's spanking would include a red bum for sure, but also a lot of caressing and fondling, lots of massage oil, a little bumhole play, and an ejaculation while across my lap. I also thought it would be nice, after her having explored the anatomy of it last week (see Sexy Trainer Explores Husband's Bumhole), to have Mags see a practical application of prostate stimulation in an erotic/ejaculatory setting between wife and husband.


I am very keen to involve Mags as much as I can, as it's rare to have such a situation "on tap" and both david and I really enjoy the added excitement of having a second woman involved, even voyeuristically.

It so happened that I was home during david's training session, so I decided to get in some cardio while I watched Mags train him. I've been hitting my own cardio pretty hard lately, doing a half hour of heart rate interval sprints (to 80's disco music on Spotify!) every day I'm not otherwise in the gym.


We all arrived in the home gym at pretty much the same time. I was a bit ahead so I got the tunes going. As I was there, which was unusual, Mags asked if she should spank him that day? When you think of it, it's an odd question. I was the one who setup this arrangement, and she knows I approve. But I guess she is nonetheless bashful to spank my husband when I am there. As I wanted to show her the lighter side, in fact I didn't want him spanked by her today.

"Not today," I said, "I'm going to give him a more sensual little spanking right afterwards myself. A 'good boy' spanking. Would you like to watch that?"

"Sure!" (She's always game!) "What's a 'good boy' spanking? Has he been a good boy?" she asked

"Yes, he has been a good boy," I answered. "It's a spanking, but a little more sensuous, less of a punishment, more of a reward, a lot of fondling, some prostate play, an ejaculation from him, that sort of thing."

"Hmmm. That sounds like fun to watch. Are you sure you want me there for that?" She asked.

"Oh sure. He has nothing to hide from you, especially after last time," I answered. "and I thought it would be nice for you to see the lighter, more sensual side of spanking."

"Well I'm always interested," she answered enthusiastically.

I always enjoy demonstrating my sexual control over my mate to other women. It's my little fetish. The thought of making david squirm across my lap and force a cum from him (he has no control) in front of pretty young Mags turned me on. She might have the youth, the tight hard little body, the looks, but I have my very own man to do with as I pleased!

That having been settled, I started in on my cardio and Mags started in on david's training. While we were exercising, I asked her about last week's bum play. I said that david had told me all about it and it sounded fun and educational.

She answered that it had been very interesting, and a real learning experience for her. She said that david had mentioned that some women use strap-on dildos to fuck a man up the bum. She was intrigued and did some "Internet Research" (her air quotes) on the subject. She seemed genuinely surprised (and if I read it correctly, a little delighted) that women use strap-on dildos with other women. That comment excited me a little, as I had never done that with another woman, but might like to, you know, fuck a pussy... I don't know if Mags is into girls at all. I put that thought on the back burner to explore later. I had really enjoyed my recent hotel experience with a girl, "cuckolding" my husband, which he seemed to enjoy as well (see Girl Sex with the Escort!!!!). Maybe it would be fun to fuck a girl. Or maybe fun to get fucked?

"I was hoping he'd have a strap-on here for me to use on him," she continued, a bit saucily I thought. Maybe jokingly? It was tempting to change my plans to a butt fucking for my husband, but I thought I might want to think about that one a bit more first. But I didn't want to discourage it. It would be fun to include "butt fucking" as an additional tool in Mags' motivational training arsenal for david, as only the overly fierce butt whippings were maybe getting a bit old for him. I guess I'm really not the jealous type, as the thought of the attractive twenty-something Mags butt fucking my husband was just fine with me. Not sure if I necessarily wanted to be there. Quite sure she needed to keep her clothes on during. But other than that? Sure. Why not? Go for it.

"Let's ask david what he thinks," I suggested. david was on a bit of a between set break. "david, what do you think of me allowing Mags to include more anal training, with the strap-on, into your sessions?"

Ha Ha! david blushed and stammered as he signaled he could support that. So sweet!

"Let's see what you really think. Take your pants and panties down to your knees and put your hands on your head," I commanded. david instantly did so, revealing the start of an erection. His penis had thickened and lengthened, but was still pointing down at a forty-five degree angle.


"What do you think..." I repeated more slowly, "of me allowing Mags to fuck your ass... with a strap-on dildo... as part of your training? Flip you over. Fuck you like a woman? Maybe use the big dildo if you've been slacking? She's in great shape. She can fuck you long time."

Mags was smirking at him the whole time I was doing this.


It's fun to watch the male erection develop, especially in a situation such as this, with two clothed women questioning him, his hands on his head with his pants pulled down, and under the very bright lights of the the gym situation.


david's penis sort of grows in spurts. It jerks upwards in a spurt, and then settles down, but higher than it was, and then again and again and again. It did not take very long at all, less than a quarter of a minute for sure, until it was fully erect, pointing upwards, tip engorged and purpled/reddened with the blood.

"What do you think, Mags," I asked her, "do you think david would enjoy adding some butt fucking from you into his training routine?"

"Oh I think so..." she said, continuing to smirk at his by now fully erect and still twitching penis.

"And how about you, david?  What do you think about me allowing you to be bent over that exercise ball for some anal intercourse from your trainer? Would that help keep you motivated?"

"yes ma'am..." he answered sheepishly! Ha Ha!

"Ok then. Next time I'll leave out the strap-on harness and the medium sized purple dildo and Mags can choose if she wants to use that on you. What do you think, Mags?"

"Sure. Put it out. I might use it..." she said noncommittally.

"Here that, david? Mags might use it on you or she might not. Entirely her choice. But if she does use it, then if the way she whips you is anything to go by, you'll be in for quite a fucking! You be sure to keep yourself clean down there, inside and out, before your sessions from now on."

There. That was all set-up. We'll see where that goes. I had david pull his pants back up again and get back to work, albeit by now uncomfortable in his stretched panties!

It was fun watching Mags work him out. Even without the spanking, she was really strict with him! For example, if a squat was not to her complete satisfaction, he had to redo it. Or at one point she asked for 10 pushups, slow and low, nose to carpet each time. If he didn't touch the carpet with his nose (and she crouched down to make sure), he would have to repeat the pushup. david only got halfway through the count, having done so many extras, when he collapsed. But Mags would not let him off the full count. He was allowed to rest for a bit, but then he had to finish the full count of 10. He collapsed twice more before he finally finished the count and was allowed to move on. Apparently, according to david, normally when he wimps out like that his pants would come down for the remaining pushups and he'd be "encouraged" with stripes from the riding crop across the seat of his panties first, and if that did not work then he would have to hold plank as she lowered his panties and continued his motivation, but even more strictly, across his bared ass and flanks next. But hey, I'm not complaining, his chest and arms are filling out nicely!

I extended my cool down to coincide with the end of david's session. Once we were done I told him to run upstairs, have a very quick shower, soap and water, put on his pajamas, sit on the side of our bed, and wait for us to come up so that I could give him his good boy spanking and Mags could watch.

"Yes Ma'am," he said, blushing a bit, and sheepishly ran up to do as he was told. david had never been made to spurt in front of Mags, or any woman with such an age difference for that matter, and I'm sure he was feeling bashful, though still very much desiring it.

I checked in with Mags, making sure she was comfortable with the whole arrangement and everything. She assured me she was having a lot of fun with it, and learning a lot. She conveyed that she did not feel at all threatened by any of it, or concerned about any unwanted 'relationship', and as long as it was all ok with me, she was totally into it. Just a bit of naughty fun and helpful for keeping david "at it" on the exercise front. That was a relief to me. I suspected all that, but it's good to check in every now and then.

I was a bit sweaty from my workout, but not nearly as much as david, so I didn't bother to shower or change. I walked upstairs with Mags and into the kitchen. I opened the drawers and said, "let's see now, what shall we use..." I selected a red rubber spatula I had not used before.


I can't really make an impression on him with just my hand, and need an implement even for a good boy spanking.

We hung out a bit more in the kitchen, talking about strap-on dildos and butt fucking boys of all things. It came out that Mags was very keen to take a cock of her very own for a spin.

We then headed upstairs, and there was david, all cleaned up and waiting for us on the side of his bed in his red plaid pajama bottoms.


I would be giving him his spanking with me seated on the side of the bed where he was now. He would be getting up and going across my knee and having those pajama pants lowered bit by bit until they were at his knees. Mags settled herself on a swiveling desk chair we have in the bedroom in prime position to watch his spanking.

I opened the bedside drawer and got out the Baby Oil. I put it and the spatula on the pillow. Then I went to get a towel. I told david to stand up, and I took his place. I then put the towel down across my lap and knees. We all knew what it was for. My husband would be spunking while across my lap, and this towel was to contain any mess that might escape. He looked nervous and excited to have this done to him in front of Mags.

As usual, and as david well knows, the spunking is not guaranteed. He might be asked to do or say certain things, or make certain promises, or beg to be allowed his ejaculation. If he does not seem genuine, he might not be allowed his release at all (that has happened more than once in similar situations - he knows it does not take much). If that happens, he'll be made to stand up with his wet, dribbly, and throbbing erection on show, apologize to Mags that he wouldn't be allowed to ejaculate in front of her, for her viewing enjoyment, and then stand with his nose in the corner until his excitement abates, whereupon a strict butt-blistering session with my strap is more than likely for disappointing my plans.

As it was, david came across my lap. So cute in his little PJs! I inched the waistband down to just the very tops of his legs, baring his bottom. I then used my hand and began spanking him lightly all over. I could feel david squirming, and his erection pressing against my thighs even through the PJ's, towel, and my tights. I put my left arm over his waist holding his bare flank into me with my hand. david squirmed and bucked a little, and kicked his legs slightly while moaning with pleasure at the light spanking. I looked at Mags and smiled, and she smiled back and raised her eyebrows at me.

I pulled the waistband of his PJ's down a little further, exposing some of his upper thigh, and included that area in my spanking. With the PJ's still up in front the waistband had the tendency to rise back up over his thighs, but not over the crest of his buttocks. So I had to repeat the pulling down several times to keep his upper thighs bared (I knew what was happening: I didn't mind, I like pulling them down). Each time I pulled them down you could see his balls poking through a bit. Mags was in front of me and to my right, so she could see what I was doing quite clearly. So it was basically me repeatedly pulling his pants down to bare the backs of his balls for Mags to see.

"I think I need a bit more than just my hand to redden those cheeks," I said as I picked up the wooden-handled, rubber-tipped spatula. I started spanking with that, and it was very satisfactory. I started getting some nicer shades of pink towards red. I had to hold the waistband down while I belabored his upper thighs with the spatula. Meanwhile, david started moaning more and shaking his bum and even raising it for the spanks, and kicking his little legs more, like a girl. He reached his left hand around and grabbed me around my butt. It's ok. I encourage this. It's ok for him to touch his wife like this during a sensual spanking.

"I hope you don't grab Mags' butt like that when you're across her knee!" I chided him.

"No Ma'am," he said. "Only you."

"Damned right," added Mags.

"That's a bit redder now," said Mags. I agreed with her.

I put the spatula back down but within reach, and worked his PJs down so that the front waistband was also pulled down. I arranged them to band around his upper thighs. I got the baby oil and dribbled some on his butt cheeks and crack. I massaged it into him, reaching between his legs (which he promptly spread for me) to massage it into his balls and along his cock as well. I pulled his cock out so that it lay to the outside of my right thigh. Sitting where she was, Mags readily saw his hard penis nestled against the side of my leg over the towel. I then continued hand spanking him over his oily bum and thighs, including now his inner thighs as well.

I got the spatula again, and started increasing the intensity of those spanks, all over his ass and thighs, trying my best to cover every inch from waist (lightly lightly up there) to mid-thigh, down his flanks as well, inside his legs, and inside his cleft. By now the spanking was pretty hard. If one starts with a spanking this hard, it would be a punishment. But built up as it was, it was more of a pleasure for him, though a painful pleasure that had him intensifying his bucking and moaning and squirming and kicking. I felt him grab my ass more tightly, which I took as encouragement to spank him harder with the spatula.

Mags meanwhile was enraptured by all this, looking at it all very intently. She had never given a sensual spanking, only a punishment spanking, and I guess it was an eye opener for her. For my part, I absolutely love spanking him in front of another woman, and loved exercising my dominance over him in this way.

I put the spatula back down. I wouldn't be needing it any longer. I lowered his PJs even further, right down to his knees. I reached under and grabbed his cock and balls, and pulled them up between his legs. david knew to close his legs, clamping his ridiculous genitals there for easy access. If you could see his front, it would look like he had a pussy there.


This is literally the view that Mags and I had, with david's hard cock and spanked cheeks on show, ready to be very humiliatingly milked by me in front of his trainer.

I dribbled more oil onto his shaft and balls and ass cleft and started massaging it in again. As I stroked his cock david raised his ass high. The thing with this cock and ball position is that if he is more flat it's painful on his balls, and clamps him preventing an ejaculation. But if he raises his ass higher it takes the pressure off his balls, and allows for an ejaculation to occur. As a result, he jacknifed himself up, raising his ass in the air over my lap. Of course, this required teasing...

"Look at you, you little slut! Waving your ass in the air like that. Shame!" And with that I gave him a few light hand spanks on his cheeks. "You'd almost think he wants my finger up there," I said, referring to the fact that as he raised his ass, he opened up his anus for us both to see.  I looked at Mags, parted his cheeks, and ran my fingers all over his bottom hole.

"I think he does," she said with a smile in her voice as david moaned from the anal massage.

So I slowly inserted my finger into his bumhole.


The oil allowed for an easy passage. I penetrated right to the hilt. david moaned as he was penetrated. I used my left finger for this, leaving my right hand free to spank him all over his cheeks and also fondle his cock and balls. I had to turn my left hand to be vertical and palm facing towards his feet so that I could finger fuck his prostate correctly.

"Are you a bad boy?" I asked him teasingly. "Tell Mommy who's her bad little boy." It turns him on, but he gets embarrassed easily by "Mommy play". I wanted him embarrassed in front of Mags.

"I am..." he said.

"You are what?" I elicited.

"I'm Mommy's bad little boy..." he responded correctly.

"Awwwww. Mommy's boy," teased Mags as if on cue.

david was by now very close to an ejaculation. I could feel the pre-cum. I rubbed his tip and then held up my palm to look at it. I wiped it on his leg, and did it again. He was very frustrated that I didn't continue with the fast rubbing, and waved his ass around ineffectively in the air, begging for it.

"Now, now. Does baby want to cum?" I asked.

"Oh yes, please!"

"Beg Mommy for it." I said.

"Please Mommy! Please! May I please cum???" said david, losing all modesty completely. I love how when grown men are in this state, nearest their orgasm, they'll say or do anything.

"After you cum, you'll have to eat it all up. Swallow it all down. The whole load. Right in front of Mags. Do you promise to do that?" I asked him.

"YES! YES PLEASE!" he practically screamed. He was on the very edge of a very ruined orgasm.

I gave him a few more hard and fast strokes to his shaft and tip with my right hand, while pushing down hard on his prostate with my left. I then pulled my finger out of his bumhole (like for anal beads) and he started cumming. I had to move fast to catch most of his ejaculate in my left palm. There was a lot! It kept coming and coming as I squeezed it out from the tip into my palm. david bucked and moaned as he spent himself. I continued until he had calmed down again.

"What do you think?" I asked Mags, showing her his ejaculate in my hand.


"I think he needed to cum!" She said, referring to the quantity of spunk in my hand.

"On your knees, sweetie. Time to keep your promises." I told my husband.

He slowly moved off my lap and collapsed to the floor. He picked himself up to kneel facing Mags and I. I made him hide his genitals back between his legs, telling him that since he came like that he would have to swallow looking like that. Looking like a girl with a pussy, which was fitting given the task at hand.

"What did you promise to do before you came?" I asked him, showing him my hand with his ejaculate in it.

"Swallow..." he said.

"That's right, like a gi-irl... Every last drop." I said.

"In front of Mags?" He asked pitiously.

"Yup," I answered succinctly. "Come on you little cum bucket, down the hatch." As I said that I held the back of his head with my one hand and presented my palm to him right in front of his mouth. He bent down a little and licked it up off my palm.

Mags had a little "Ewwwww!" expression on her face as he lapped up the cum like a good little doggie. I was thinking of asking Mags if she does this at all, but decided it may not be appropriate right then, depending upon the answer.

"Hold it in your mouth before you swallow." I told him.

david cleaned my palm and sat there on his knees with his mouth tightly closed breathing heavily through his nose.

"Now open up. Show Mags the cum in your mouth."

david opened his mouth and Mags got up off her chair to come over and peer into it. Some of the cum was on his lips as well, like in the photo below. She also looked down at his absent genitalia and giggled at that.


"Now swallow it all down, sweetie, like you promised," I told him. He closed his mouth. I grabbed his nostrils shut, and tilted his head back by his hair as he gulped down the semen in his mouth. You could see his throat move as he swallowed his load.

How humiliating is that? That he has to first show her the load in his mouth, and then actually has to swallow in front of a young lady like that. It's not the sort of thing he is ever likely to live down with her. Given that Mags likes her sexual partners to be manly, it certainly does no harm for her to see him reduced in status like this by way of this most submissive womanly activity!

When I was sure it was all down I told him to say thank you to Mags for watching his spanking and adding to his excitement. He did so nicely. I then told him he could run off to the bathroom and rinse his mouth and shower again to get all the goo off him. david hurried to the ensuite bathroom, and we heard the water going and the spitting sounds. Mags and I smiled at each other. There's some payback. Ha Ha!

We left david behind and Mags and I went downstairs.

"Well what did you think?" I asked her.

"Very cool. But my boyfriend would NEVER let me do that to him," said Mags.

She got her coat and boots on and I paid her and we said our goodbyes. Boyfriend notwithstanding, I wonder if I can get her into bed with me?

Nothing terribly exciting to report except both david and I have been busy little beavers at work and are both pretty tired.


And his trainer is on a four week trip abroad so nothing new there. And we rarely meet up with my sister for playtime, though I will have to change that. But, amidst all that tired normalcy, I decided to take some initiative and put him through his paces regardless.

I shut down the evening TV watching a bit early (we are currently into "The Good Wife" on Netflix) and told him to get his little caboose up to the bedroom, because he was overdue for a good hard spanking, followed by a good hard fucking, followed by a nice long tonguing of my bottom hole while my Hitachi worked its magic on my pussy.

I made him go to the bathroom and prepare himself for me. By the time he came out I was in my bra and panties fastening on my strap-on harness. I made him strip, then handed him a pretty pair of his panties to put on.

This is pretty much a formula for me. No matter how may times I do it, when I open up his panty drawer and select a pretty pair and tell him to slip them on, he always gets embarrassed. This is the start of the domination aspect. Panties for him.

We make no great secret of his panty wearing in my household. We have a cleaning lady who comes by once a week. He almost always has a pair in the laundry hamper from his training sessions, and sometimes an extra pair from playtime with me. The panties are 2XL, and they always find themselves neatly folded back into his chest of drawers, right next to his bra, and stockings, and schoolgirl skirt. There is a bedside drawer with more toys, such as the strap-on dildos, the paddles, the straps, the handcuffs, and so on. Sometimes I deliberately make him leave the drawer open on cleaning lady days. Ha ha! What she must think!


But I digress. Once he got into his panties, he came across my knee on the side of the bed. I started him off on the seat of his panties with a little wood paddle.


I enjoying reddening his bottom with his panty still pulled up. You can start to see the red poking out the bottom, and you can imagine you can see the red even through the seat of the panty. I want to see how red I can make his ass before pulling down his panty to reveal it all to me in glorious colour!

Put when the panty comes down is when the spanking really kicks up a notch! Of course, I am wearing my strap-on, and so we inevitably "cross swords" when he is bared. It's a nice reminder for him of what's coming next.


And yes, I do in fact make him frantic during his spanking. A wife with a paddle who knows how to use it is a dangerous thing! Of course, he is very submissive and he stays across my knee no matter what, even to the point of very frantic begging and pleading, and wet eyes. Oh and please don't feel sorry for him. He's fine five minutes later, and a week later is already needing another spanking every bit as hard. I love that it's no effort at all for a little woman with a hardwood paddle to reduce a big strong man to tears across her lap. It's really just a matter of having the will to do it.

After I'm quite sure that my spanking has satisfied his need to be spanked (and spanked hard), I let him up.

Well, not quite up. I get up. He gets on his knees. Time to show me how submissive he is by blowing my cock.


I tease him that he better do a good job, because his saliva is all the lube he's getting! He knows there's a 99% chance that I'm messing with him. But that last 1%? Well let's just say I get a very slobbery blow job out of that last 1%!

Now it's time to bend over. I chose Adam this time around, and no stretching before, so he knows it will be a fair measure of pain associated with the insertion and the subsequent intercourse. But that's exactly how I want it. I don't want intercourse to be ever pain free for him. It's a submissive act for him, and he will be feeling that.


I do use lube, but I don't even bother with a finger first. He gets the big fat circumcised head of that dildo pushing right up against his tight little rose.


My technique is to bump his anus a few times. That "wakes it up". The I push in with gentle but insistent pressure until he yells out. I back off a bit, and then push in again. Each time I do this it gets deeper and deeper. We both know that once the head penetrates his anal sphincter it will go easier, nonetheless, he is soooo reluctant to just have me shove it in. As he's writhing a bit in pain I tell him to breathe and to make like he's going to the bathroom. He starts sounding like a woman on the delivery table doing her Lamaze exercises, but then it's in. Yay!


It's in, but it's still BIG, and he has still got quite a ways to go before it's coming out again! This is when I start his fucking in earnest. I start a bit slow, but then pick up speed. I love the feeling of slamming against his ass. It's deep, and he's complaining, but that actually just 'kinda turns me on. Take it bitch! Who's your Daddy?

I pull the dildo all the way out. And then I push it in again. All the way in. This is painful for him, but nowhere near as painful as the initial penetration. I love how after I do this a dozen times, when I pull out his asshole stays gaping wide for me to push into again.


Yup, a bit like that. What an ass slut. I'll train that little hole to stay open for me!

Then I flip him over, put a little bolster under his hips, make him hold his legs bent back as far as they can go, ankles towards ears, and re-insert missionary style.


When I'm in, really deep, right to the hilt. I look him in the eye and make sure he is looking at me. And then I reach behind and take off my bra. He gets to see his wife's tits as he gets fucked, girl style.

He's been a good boy. I want him to cum tonight. As I fuck him, I tell him to rub his cock and make it spurt for me, all over his tummy. I talk dirty to him as I fuck him. I tell him he's a little cunt. A whore. A cocksucker. An ass slut. I tell him he's my bitch and he's getting what a little bitch deserves. I've found with david that he gets excited by the most despicable language a man could ever use on a woman! I tell him that if he doesn't cum soon, I'm going to whip his ass so hard with my strap that he won't be sitting for a week. Believe it or not, that actually turns him on!

What's funny is that normally my david is such a little premie ejaculator. But when I have a big fat dildo up his ass and I'm fucking him hard, it becomes an effort for him to even maintain a hard on, much less cum. That's where the threats, the dirty talk, and the bare breasts bouncing around as I fuck him come into play. That usually does the trick, and no mystery this time either! Sploosh! All over his tummy.

I pull out and immediately use my fingers to scoop up his cum and feed it to him. Yums.

Of course, he's not quite done yet. I still need to get off two or three times myself. The fucking brings me close, but I need my Hitachi to bring me over the line. I strip off the strap-on and my panties. I get the Hitachi ready. I lower myself onto his head facing down his body. He knows what's expected of him. For the next five to ten minutes he'll be polishing my little asshole for me, inside and out.

Courtesy Sardax

Ass licking is just the sort of thing I like to tease him about afterwards. Maybe we're out in public at a shop or restaurant, and I'll just lean into him and say what a good little ass licker he is. Or what would all the women around us think if they knew I made him lick my ass on a regular basis.

But I find that the dual sensations of the Hitachi on my clit and his tounge on my asshole really lights my fire quickly. I had a couple of quick orgasms in succession, and felt very satsified indeed.

Phew! Very intense.

Now, just enough time for one more episode of The Good Wife!