I've been putting off this "diapering" fetish thing for a while now. I've had a commenter on my blog, Gretchen, who is a great advocate of it. It's always appealed to me to give it a try, but have never gotten around to it. Well, something happened the other day that gave me a perfect "hook" for it, so I went for it!


david and I were on a little road trip between Toronto and Montreal. Along the highway there are "On Route" Service Stations every now and then. We were coming up to one in 2 km and there was a sign that said "Next one in 80 km". I asked david to pull over into this one. He said something like "oh come on, we can hold out to the next one". I told him I needed to pee. He asked if I couldn't just hold it for another 80 km...

Exactly! You women readers will sympathize.  I told him that no, I could not, and he better pull over or there might be a little accident on the car seat! When we were back on the road after my rest stop, I informed him that he would be punished for that. In my mind I was already thinking even then about a good diapering à la Gretchen for him. I then let it drop while I took my time over the next few days deliberating on the details, and I evolved a punishment scene around the rest stop incident that would "fit the crime" perfectly.

I intended to outdo myself on the humiliation aspects of this punishment. (Which he secretly loves and craves, though he likes to pretend otherwise. Whom he thinks he is fooling is beyond me.) So what better way to deepen his humiliation than to involve another woman? And, what better woman than my sister? We have not played with my sister Sue for awhile (as some of my blog readers who are big fans of sister play can woefully attest), so I thought I would love to involve her if she was game (Her middle name is "game", so I suspected she would be!)

I told david in advance what I planned on doing to him for his rest stop punishment: that he should experience what it's like having such a full bladder, and having somebody suggest that he hold it in until he could no longer.


So he would be drinking a lot of water, and then standing on a makeshift pee pad in the living room in just his panties until he couldn't hold it in any longer. He would not be allowed off his pee pad until he wet himself. After that he would be cleaned up like a baby, spanked, diapered, and made to stand in the corner in his diapers as punishment.

Then I dropped the bomb on him. That I intended to invite Sue over to help out and watch it all go down. I told him the punishment would occur regardless, but that he could veto involving Sue. I gave him a day to mull it over before I would reach out to her.

Next day I sat him down and asked for his decision on the matter. I slowly told him one more time what I planned on doing to him in front of my sister. He blushed and said "I don't know...." I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. He was hard! I confronted him with this "hard evidence" and told him that because of his hard dick it was now out of his hands. He did not protest overly, my little shame slut. He would have to wet himself and then be spanked and diapered, all in front of Sue. I asked david if I should have Sue give him his big spanking? He answered yes please, as she was a lot easier on him than I was. Oh boy! We would have to fix up that little lack of respect for his sister-in-law! The only remaining question was whether my sister would agree to participate.

I called her up and said we had not played with david for a while, and asked her if she wanted to? She definitely did. She told me it always lifts her spirits to help me Domme my boy. I told her I wanted to try something a bit different for him. She asked me what I had in mind. I told her it was a bit weird, and she said she expected nothing less from me! So I told her about the rest stop incident and as "punishment" that I planned on forcing david to wet his panties in front of us, and then we would clean him up, spank him, powder him, diaper him, and make him stand in the corner in his diaper. She told me I was definitely "one weird chick", but said she was happy to help, so long as I was the one doing the "clean up" part. She even suggested a pacifier for him, which I thought was a great idea. I asked her if she would do the honours of the "main spanking". She said she would be delighted to. I asked her to go good and hard on him. Harder than she had ever previously, because from what david was saying, he did not show the appropriate respect for her spankings. She said, "is that so?" and I told her what he said. She said she would be sure to correct that impression!

I let david know that Sue was in, and that she agreed we should make him very sorry for suggesting that I, a Woman, wait for the next rest stop! And she would be sure to correct his impression of her that her spankings are "easy". He looked quite nervous and a little pathetic even, contemplating the humiliations his behaviour had earned him, and what he was now realizing were his rather unfortunate comments about Sue's spankings.

In preparation for Sue's visit, I took david out shopping with me for the necessaries.  I made him drive us to a fairly large store quite a ways out of our neighborhood. When we got to the store, our first stop was for some nappies. We found some that were "adjustable", meaning they looked like diapers.


I can only imagine how david felt as we combed through the adult incontinence aids looking for just the right sort. And no, I did not lower my voice even a little as I "discussed" with him out loud which type would be best for him.

I also purchased the baby powder


and the baby pacifier Sue had suggested.


That was everything we needed. We proceeded to the checkout counter with those three items and nothing else. I chose an aisle with a cute young lady at checkout and a bit of a lineup. I made david hold the diapers and I held the other things. He was so mortified! He did not say a word and looked at his shoes mostly.

When we got to the front of the line I put down my two items and told david to "put down your diapers" in case anybody around us had not already noticed that he was carrying adult incontinence aids. As the girl started ringing the items through I looked at her and said in a clear and "annoyed" sounding voice, "we'll see about his bed wetting now." I modified my script a little for this show, choosing something a bit simpler to convey quickly. In the lineup behind us were two ladies and an older gentleman. To them I shook my head and said "It's just ridiculous." Two of them just looked stunned, and the third, an older Asian lady, almost smirked? The checkout girl just smiled at my husband. Nobody said a word. david did not look up from the floor. And then we left.

Wow!!!! My heart was racing as I did all that at the checkout! david tells me his was as well. Talk about being humiliated???!! He told me it was off the charts for him. I wonder what the people around us were thinking?


Did they think I was a total bitch for shaming my pussy-whipped husband like this for something he couldn't even control? Likely. Or maybe they thought he was getting what he deserved. Did any of them suspect it was a show? Perhaps. Who knows?

At any rate, we now had everything we needed, and one very well half-shamed husband. The rest of his shaming would be completed in front of Sue.

Sue came next day. An hour before she was due to arrive I sat david down at the kitchen table with two liter jugs of water and told him to drink them both down.


He had already not peed yet since the morning, and I was sure this would be "wanting out" with some urgency in an hour's time. Sure enough Sue came about an hour later, and my naughty little boy had already started crossing his legs!

I welcomed Sue in and made david go over a give her a peck on the cheek. I told her he had downed two liters of water about an hour ago and was already very anxious to get his punishment over with. As I said this david squeezed his legs together as if on cue, put his hands at his crotch, and affirmed the truth of it.

I told david to go upstairs and change into nothing but his white and blue patterned cotton panties and to report back down to us in the living room for his disciplining.


When david was upstairs changing I thanked Sue for her help. She said she was very pleased to be there as it had been too long, but poor david! I told her that he really did do that to me on the trip home, and he was getting what he had coming.

With Sue's help I started laying out his pee pad towards the corner of the living room. We consulted about it, and decided to first lay down a mat of paper towels to protect the hardwood floor, and then a folded squared-up bath towel (an old one), and then another double layer of paper towels on the top. His very own little puppy training station!


A husband training station in our case. I also had some extra paper towels to towel him off afterwards, and a whole bunch of extra towels and washcloths for the cleanup. We also set out a "changing station" for him in the middle of the living room carpet with another couple of big bath towels laid down.

david came back downstairs in nothing but his little blue panties that he would be forced to wet in front of us. He was looking quite desperate by now. I had timed it well. I told him to stand on his pee pad facing us, but that he was not allowed to pee until Sue and I allowed him to. He placed himself there and started squirming. I don't know if he was doing it deliberately to deepen his shame, but he showed all the traditional "I 'gotta pee!" signs. The legs pressed together knock-kneed. The hands on his crotch, The hunched over posture. The squirming and bouncing.

I poured Sue and I a nice tall glass of water each, and we sat on the couch to observe him. I reminded him of why he was there. I asked him how it felt to be standing there needing to pee and to be told he couldn't? "Not very good" was his answer. I asked him what he would do if I made him hold it in for another 45 minutes, the approximate time between highway rest stops? He answered that he could not and that he would pee his panties. I told him that was precisely what he had suggested to me on the highway, and did he see now how insensitive his attitude was? He agreed completely and apologized to me profusely. Sue chimed in that women generally have smaller bladders than men, and men needed to be sensitive to that. david agreed and promised he would be next time. I said nothing for a minute or so, just watching his squirming.

I broke the silence by telling him I was going to make him pee his panties now, in front of Sue and I, so he could feel how embarrassing that is. After that, I told him, Sue would be giving him a very strict spanking and then he would be in diapers until next morning. Sue and I discussed implements as david squirmed, and she opted for the large paddle-shaped dark hardwood hairbrush. A real butt blisterer.


I left him there in front of Sue as I went to get the hairbrush down from upstairs. I told him not to dare wet himself until I was back. I left him squirming there desperately with Sue smirking at him. I arrived back with the hairbrush and with the pack of diapers that I carelessly tossed to the side of his changing station.

I handed the hairbrush to Sue. She took it and smacked it into her palm. "You're really going to get it this time," she told him, "right across my knee until you're crying like a little baby and wishing you'd NEVER  treated my sister that way." I loved the ferocity. He would catch it good from Sue this time as she never liked being second best at anything.

I told david he may go ahead and pee himself. I imagined a huge gush would present, but there was nothing. Nothing at all.

"Go ahead. We're waiting. You're not getting off that pee pad until you do," I told him.

"I can't!!" He wailed, despite the massive bladder pressure clearly in evidence.

Sue gave a little smirk and got up to go into the adjoining kitchen. She turned on the kitchen tap and let the water flow. She came back and regained her seat beside me.

david got a pained look on his face and we saw the first bit of pee start to come out, staining the front of his panties. "Oh no!" he said as it started happening. Soon more and more came out. In fact, a little arcing stream came out, right through the cotton fabric of his panties.

"Don't you dare get any pee on the floor!" I told him. "Control that!"

He grabbed the front of his panties and pulled the material away from the tip of his penis. Now his panties really started getting soaked and the pee started dribbling down his closed together legs. He spread his legs a bit and there was now a stream going right from the lowest point of the crotch of his panties straight down onto the paper towels he was standing on. "Close your legs," I told him, "no splashing!" He closed up his legs again and the pee from his soaked panties flowed down the insides of his thighs, then down to his lower legs, and from there onto his bare feet and soaking the paper towels. He had such a funny expression on his face. It was at the same time pained, embarrassed, and relieved. I've never seen such a mixture. And we could start smelling it now. It was relatively mild and the pee was relatively pale, no doubt due to all that water, but we still scrunched up our noses at the acrid aroma.

After he finished we let him stand there like that, in his soaked little cotton panties, his legs wet from his pee, and standing in his pee-soaked paper towels. We could see his penis quite clearly through his panties, rendered translucent by his wetting. He had really done it. He had peed his panties right in front of us. He was looking absolutely devasted by the experience. A grown man made to do that. I still wasn't done with him. His disciplining was by no means complete.

"Take off those soaked panties," I told him. He did so. "Hold them up, show us the wettest part of them." He held them out so that the soaked front and gusset was displayed to us. "Now stuff the wettest part of those panties into your mouth." He got a pleading and incredulous look in his eye. "Now!" I ordered in a loud voice. He stuffed them in.

"Will you ever put me in that position again, where a panty wetting like that could happen to me?" I asked him.

"Mo Ma'am, mever," he responded, mumbling thought his pee-soaked panties. I could almost see tears in his eyes. He had been quite thoroughly broken by this humiliating panty-wetting display in front of my sister and I.

"What do you think?" I asked my sister.

"I think he won't be putting you in that position again. How do those panties taste, david? Are they nasty?" david shook his head affirmatively. "Suck on them," said Sue. "You heard me," she added, "suck on them properly."

david's cheeks pulled in and we could hear the sucking sounds coming from his mouth. He looked like he was going to gag.

"Now drink it," said Sue. Oh my! She was having a time. david grimaced and swallowed his pee. Sue seemed satisfied.

I went to the kitchen where I turned off the tap and got a couple of large garbage bags, one for the wash and the other for the trash. I had him take the panties from his mouth and put them into the laundry bag. I grabbed some extra paper towels and toweled off the worst of the pee from his legs and naked midsection. I dropped those paper towels into the garbage bag and told him to pick up the ones at his feet and throw them in as well. With him standing on the towel, I wet a washcloth at the kitchen sink and gave his feet, legs and midsection another going over with water this time. Then I quickly dried him with another small towel, and threw both the wet washcloth and the drying towel into the laundry bag. I made david pick up the towel on the floor he was standing on and put that into the laundry bag as well. The bottom paper towels did not appear wet at all, but they also went into the garbage bag for good measure. I closed up the bags and put them at the back of the kitchen. The smell subsided considerably after that.

I then told david to lie down on his back on the doubled-towels that acted as his changing station. I had told Sue I would clean him off thoroughly for her before she spanked him, and I intended to follow through on that. I prepared a warm basin of water, and another cool one. I brought them over and lay them down next to david on the floor. I also had a bar of soap and another couple of washcloths and smaller drying towels. I soaped up the washcloth with the warm water and began cleaning his feet and legs. I had him lift his legs in the air (diaper position) and did the same down the backs of his legs all the way to his butt. I then gave him a soapy scrub to his midsection, from above the waist to the tops of his legs, paying special attention to his penis and testicles and to the creases under his crotch. I rinsed him off with the other washcloth and the cool water. I had him turn over so that his bare bum was facing up, and soaped his bum and again between his legs this time from the back, and then rinsed him off again. Of course, david had developed quite the erection during this scrubbing!

I had him stand and made another pass at rinsing him off with the cool water. I then placed a folding chair beside him (on the changing station), sat on it, placed a towel across my knees, and pulled him down across me. It's a wife's prerogative to get the first licks in. I started in on spanking him with my hand and lecturing him.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," I said as I spanked his wet bum, "that you had to be punished by having to pee your panties in front of Sue and I. But don't think we're done with you, young man. You still have a good hairbrushing coming from Sue, and then a diapering from the both of us!"

I spanked him with my hand until his cheeks were rosy, and then asked Sue if she thought it was time for his hairbrush spanking from her? She said it was a fine time for that.

I made david stand, and then Sue and I switched places. david was left standing nude and freshly scrubbed beside Sue. "Do you need a towel?" I asked her. She reached out and touched the front of david's thigh and his cock. His very erect penis twitched upwards at that treatment!


"No you seemed to have dried him off well."

Sue pulled david down by the arm. I went to her and arranged their limbs so that david was hiked up over Sue's left knee, and Sue's right leg was draped over the backs of his legs. I then reached for david's right arm, bent it behind his back, and gave it to Sue to hold onto. david knew he was really in for it when I placed him in this position. I told Sue she could now go nice and hard and not worry in the least about his wriggling away.

I retook my seat on the sofa, and Sue started in on my husband's ass.


Sue scolded as she spanked, asking him if he was ever going to put me in such a position again? david swore up and down he would not as he absorbed blow after blow to his ass cheeks, turning them from my rosy to a dark fire engine red!


david yelped and screamed at this treatment, but Sue was quite relentless with that hairbrush. She had seen him spanked, and spanked him enough herself, to know what he could take, and was used to his vocalizations. She had not had a chance to spank him for a while and also had something to prove this time around, and so was definitely making up for lost time by punishing him with precious little mercy at all.

I knew that david was not enjoying this in the least at this particular moment. But that's what he gets. I would never see him hurt, but when he handed me the hairbrush he gave up a lot of control over how hard his spankings would be. That was up to me, and in this case delegated to my sister as well.

"What do you think?" Sue asked me, pausing his spanking. True to her word, she had gotten tears from him.

"Give him another fifty nice hard ones," I said, "to teach him the error of his ways."

"NOOOO!!!!" screamed david as Sue raised her hand and counted out a hard and fast fifty, alternating cheeks. david had reached the stage of a hairbrush spanking where the centers of his spank spots had gone a dusky white. Sue was a real champ this time! david would for sure be respecting a spanking from her going forwards.

Sue let him up. He whimpered and clutched at his ass cheeks, his penis soft and shrunken. She had done a real number on him. He was grimacing in real pain.

"Was that hard enough for you?" She asked my husband sweetly.

"y...y...yes ma'am, ow ow" he said.

"Too bad that beaten ass has to stay in diapers until tomorrow morning," I said, "I bet it'll itch something fierce!"

I put away the folding spanking chair and guided david down onto his back on his changing station. He grimaced and wailed a bit as his spanked bottom came in contact with the ground. I knelt down beside him as Sue stood watching. I took out a diaper and slid it underneath him. Actually I needed for him to lift up a bit to get it under there. Then I powdered his penis and testicles, lifted his legs in the air, and powdered his backside as well.


Poor david was getting an honest to goodness diapering by me in front of my sister!!!


How totally humiliating for him. There there baby.


Who's mommy's good boy?


As I was diapering him, Sue took the Playtex pacifier out of its packaging.


Sue asked which colour he preferred? He got the blue one. We stood him up and conducted him to the corner of the living room. I put him in the corner in his diaper sucking on his pacifier, with his very very sore itchy bum. I told him he would be standing in the corner until further notice.

Sue gave him a kiss on his cheek and a pat on his diapered bottom. She said she hoped his bum was still sore, and did he still think that she spanked easier than me? david nodded his head vigorously no, having gained a newfound respect for his sister-in-law's spanking prowess.

Sue took off. I let david stew in the corner for about a half hour. After that, I made him face me, and asked him if he would ever question my need for a rest stop again? He shook his head no. I took the pacifier out of his mouth and let him out of the corner. I did, however, tell him that he was to stay in those diapers until morning. If he had to do a number one he should just go into his diaper, and it would not be changed. If he needed to do a number two, he would likewise go into his diaper and then ask me for a diaper change. I let him know that if he needed his diaper changed, I would be telling Sue all about it.

As it turned out, he was able to avoid a number two, but the pee kept coming out from those two liters of water he had drunk, and he had to pee himself multiple times during the rest of the evening and at nighttime. In the morning I took off his diaper and it was quite soaked. Ha Ha!


I tell you, pee and diapers, with my sister and several other women at the shop involved peripherally. A very, very humiliating combination for a supposedly "grown man". I don't know if I'll ever be able to top this one. I hope you enjoyed my husband's humiliation! Heh heh!

I had sex with my husband the other day. It was a "69", but "girl style" for him, and it got him spanked.


We went to bed a bit early. Put on some music. We got naked as two little bunnies, got under the covers, and started kissing and fondling one another.

I whispered to him to put his butt plug in. We keep it charging by the side of the bed. It has a little button that I can push to make it vibrate and I can control its intensity. This drives him wild when combined with other stimulus. He got his butt plug and some lube, and I watched intently as he strained and popped it in.


I picked up the baby oil I keep handy, rubbed it on my hands and on his dick. We then lay back down side by side and we continued our kissing and fondling, but now with some more intense slippery fondling of his cock. I can make him buck and moan when I do this, and its fun to do as he is trying to kiss me.

I then had him turn around to do some "69". We adjusted ourselves along the diagonal of the bed. I parted my legs so that he could lay his head on my lower leg, and I could clamp down on it with my upper. I put his slippery cock back between his legs like this.


I put my face into the "pussy" formed by the absence of his cock in front, and I started licking him there. "Just like a girl..." I said as I licked him. Meanwhile, he was licking me and doing a damned fine job of it.


I turned his vibrator on and kept rubbing his slick cock up and down and up and down as I licked his blank pussy. It was shaping up to be a race to orgasm.

I told him that he shouldn't dare cum before me or he'll get a limp dick spanking and then be made to finish what he started.

Instead of slowing him down, oddly enough this made him even more excited, a situation I egged along by turning the vibrator up to its highest setting and rubbing his penis even more intensely. He tried valiantly to get me off, but I was having none of it. And he was fighting a losing battle. Before very long he spurted semen down the back of his legs.

He has always been a premature ejaculator. And while it's getting better with age, it's still a very uneven contest. I've tried everything over the years, including exercises to help him, punishments, and even shaming in front of my sister (see Trained in front of Sister). So it's not for lack of trying on my part ;-)

I immediately disentangled ourselves, grabbed him by his ear, and moved us so that I was sitting by the side of the bed and he was across my naked knee. I could feel his gooey, spent, slippery penis rubbing against my thigh. I turned his vibrator off but left the plug lodged in there. He had had no time to recover at all from his orgasm, but I did not let that stop me as I reached for the maternal bedside hairbrush and started spanking him with it. Hard.

You have to understand, this is a "limp dick" spanking. He is not hard. He is not sexually excited. There is nothing but submission and fanny pain for him. Ahhhh! And yes that does appeal to me. More than it should...

"This is what you get for cumming before me!" I admonished him as I spanked his butt red. "If you could hold off, like a MAN, I wouldn't have to do this," I told him. "Little premie bitch," I said as I continued spanking him. "So selfish!" SPANK SPANK SPANK. I ended his spanking and said, "NOW GET BUSY AND FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!"

He had to get between my legs, and with a limp dick, and with a spanked red fanny, and a butt plug in his rear, lick me until I came.

and he sure did... Mmmmmm!

I decided I needed to spice things up a bit, so david and I are going to go out and play with a Pro Domme we have played with before.

(not her)

We want to try out all the various toys in her dungeon, and I want to play with one of my favourite Daddy/Daughter taboos, so we came up with a nice scene that will allow that to happen.

david will play her real Daddy and I will play my husband's new hot young wife, closer in age to her than to him. I will know that she makes her living as a Pro Domme, but her daddy will be ignorant of this. He knows that she has just purchased a new house to run her business out of (that he thinks is a legit massage business), and is being stonewalled in getting to see the place. I share with his daughter that her daddy is in fact submissive to me (she had no idea, but is amused and delighted that her daddy is a subby).

The scene will start with us visiting her new place, where all will be revealed, and his daughter and I will take him for a "first-hand tour" of all the rooms and special equipment (trying them all out on his very bare bum!)

We will end on the bed where we will play at "who can make Daddy spurt first?" Perhaps even, for encouragement of course, my step-daughter and I might get a little frisky with one another in front of him?

It will happen in a few days. I'll let you know how it goes!

P.S. there's an outside chance I mind wind up getting my tushy spanked by her as well...

Happy to report that everything with our visit to the Pro Domme I mentioned in my previous posting Playtime! went off without a hitch and it was an amazing experience all around.

This particular lady is quite young, in her mid twenties perhaps (?), petite and super hot, and despite her youth, very experienced and very "together" and fun loving. This was our second time playing with her, so she knew us and we knew her and it was simple to setup by email. I thought she would be perfect as david's "daughter", and somebody I wouldn't mind getting friendlier with myself (wink, wink). We'll call her Rose, and no you can't know who she really is.

still not her!

Before I go further though, first a shout-out to the 416, the T Dot, by which I mean Toronto, Canada. We are blessed with a huge selection of Pro Dommes. I often suggest to frustrated guys that write me that they should consider playing with a pro, but it seems as if in most places it's hard to find. Or at least hard to find someone who is doing it because they enjoy doing it, and are smart and professional about it, and "get it". Well that has never been an issue with me and david in Toronto. This is our third different woman (not counting massage parlour girls), and all of them have been exactly perfect. And when I go online to find someone, there are so many really good-seeming ones to choose from. So sorry to rub it in, but the T dot is the place to play!

david and I collaborated on the scene we sent over to her. I even wrote in a part at the end where she and I would be making out in front of david.  She didn't particularly mention that part in her reply, but came back with a very enthusiastic "Yes!" overall regarding the scene. So I knew I was covered for when I made my move on her.

But I also wanted to "break the ice" a bit, and I thought that baring my own bottom for a sensuous little spanking before the scene even started would be a good way to do that. I figured that having already pulled down my panties and touched me on my bare behind, she would be open to doing more of the same later.


So... I made up a story that it was almost my birthday, and told her what a great BIRTHDAY present doing the scene with her would be. When she didn't bite, I made david (who was on the email cc) suggest that maybe I had some panty-down paddy-whacks coming to me on my birthday, and seeing as we were going to play with a real pro... I immediately wrote back "Mmmmm... I could get into that..." and so the ice breaker was on.

I told david that when we got there he needed to push the issue to make sure I got my spanking. I also told him that he could spank me first to set the mood. Across his knee. Lots of fondling and caressing. Pull my panties down half way through. Gentle smacks. Mucho groping. He should even touch my pussy and I would moan. Then he should insist it be her turn to spank me next... I was sure no ice at all would be left after that.

So we arrived at the place, which was a so-called "dungeon" (really a house) but with various interesting equipment in one room, and another room with a big bed.

We hugged when we first arrived, and made small talk. She offered us some water and we all had some. We talked about the finer points of the upcoming daddy/daughter scene, which she was totallyinto, by the way. david had brought a little birthday cake for me with a candle. We decided we would have cake and tea after the scene. Then david said that before the scene there was still the matter of some birthday spanks? I responded enthusiastically.

We first discussed where I should get spanked. Rose suggested OTK on the chair, or over the spanking bench...


I said, "what, like this?" and bent over the side of it a little. Rose suggested, no, more like this and she hiked up her sweater-dress and straddled it properly. She had jeans on and the pertest little butt. I gave it a little smack and she wiggled for me. But I wanted my panties down and I thought it would be a bit lewd all at once and so opted for the chair.

david moved the chair out into the center of the room. We agreed he should go first, and then Rose after. I draped myself across his knee. Rose perched on a nearby stool to watch things unfold. It was feeling a little awkward on both our parts I thought, though david was having fun at least.

I was wearing a reasonably tight black leather dress that came down to my knees and very high stiletto heels. It's not too dommy. I wear it out.


As soon as I was across his knee, he worked my dress up to my waist (a bit of an effort!) exposing my EXTRA cute pair of panties specially selected for the occasion.


She immediately commented that "somebody got dressed for a spanking!"

david gave me my paddy whacks with his hand. Going lightly and sensuously, spanking my low cheeks where I like it. I moaned and wiggled a little. She said I looked so cute and did we want a photo? I said yes please and to just go ahead and user her own phone. So now there's a pic of me across my husband's lap in my cute little panties with a no doubt somewhat rosy butt! She has not yet sent them along yet. I wonder if I shall post one when I get them...

david then said something about it needing to be on the bare. Oh boy! He lowered my panties to my upper thighs and continued my "birthday" spanking. I felt a tingly thrill at being bared in front of Rose while in heat.

Rose made a comment about what a beautiful butt I had, which I enjoyed. david then spanked and rubbed and spanked some more. As per our agreed arrangement, he dutifully fondled me between my legs and I let out a little moan as I felt him touch my (quite wet!) pussy.

When he was done, he pulled up my little panties and helped me to stand. He announced it was now Rose's turn.

"You're sure?" she asked me.

"Oh yes!" I said.

She sat on the chair and I went across her lap. My dress had stayed up, and my panties were back up, and I was worried it might have been a strategic error of david's to pull up my panties. But no, the very first thing she did was to lower my panties right down, and then she started to spank me. It was also sensuous, but her spanking was quite a bit harder than david's had been. There was definitely a bit of pain with my pleasure, and I liked it!

She also allowed her fingers to roam all over me, and even down my thighs and their insides. She got very close to my pussy. I would say teasingly close, which excited me tremendously, but she did not touch me there. I interpreted the message as "more to come".

When she was done with me I stood up and told her "that was hot!" She replied that it sure was, and she kissed me on the lips. A long and lingering kiss with my dress still hiked up and my panties still around my knees and with her grabbing my bare butt! Who's seducing whom here???

At any rate, ice successfully broken.

But it's getting late now, so more on the daddy/daughter scene with david in my next post, and the amazing girl on girl ending!

Continuing where I left off from Playtime! and Playtime Happened: My Spanking. You may want to read those two first for context before you start in here.

So we were now ready to start in with the daddy/daughter roleplay scene that david and I had devised and that our pro domme Rose was excited to take part in. Rather than take you through all the planning and describe how the scene played out "third person", I'll just write up the scene as if it was real life. I'll confess that the dialogue is not 100% accurate, as I can't recall it in such detail, but I thought we all did a great job sticking to our roles and acting, and I've definitely captured the spirit of it in the below. If we did not say exactly what I wrote, rest assured that it was pretty close. I have tried to capture 100% accurately the sequence of events and all physical actions that took place, so all of that actually happened.

So let's get on with it!

david's pro domme daughter, Rose

The Players: 
david: as a slightly older himself
Rose: as david's mid-twenties daughter
Julie: as david's second, younger hotter wife (regrettably david's first wife and Rose's mother passed away in her prime, trampled by Elephants while on safari in Africa. So sad.)

The Background:
david believes that his daughter Rose works as a registered massage therapist and has just bought a small house to set up as her own place of business. Unbeknownst to her daddy, while trained and working as a legitimate massage therapist, Rose had always had a second job as a pro domme that paid much better and was much more fulfilling for her. The new house is for that, for her to go full time as a pro domme, not for massage. Daddy helped Rose with both her education and with the down-payment and is eager to see her new place. Rose has been stalling, because if daddy ever saw the place, the jig would be up.

Rose and Julie are friendly (as Julie is midway in age between david and his daughter). Julie has sussed out what Rose actually does for a living and has tried to convince her to tell her father. Rose is worried that daddy will think badly of her. To allay her fears, Julie confesses that she and david are in a Female Led Relationship, and that david is submissive to her. Rose had no idea her daddy was a subby (he wasn't with his first wife - so this was all new with Julie). So they arrange a time for david to finally see Rose's new place, for Rose to confess what she actually does for a living, and for subsequent events to unfold as Rose and Julie have planned...

The Scene:
David and his young wife Julie enter his daughter Rose's newly established place of business. David believes that his daughter is a massage therapist. However, there is no sign on the door at all. Odd. Perhaps she has not yet had a chance to put one up. They greet and are escorted upstairs by Rose.

"Here's the new place," says Rose, "what do you think?"

"It doesn't look like a massage therapy studio..." says David.

"It isn't. I told you a little white lie Daddy. Julie knows. Have a look around and you'll see," answered Rose.

David is genuinely puzzled. He goes up the stairs and turns the corner. It looks more like a residence. As he takes a few more steps he sees an odd collection of various types of... equipment...

"What? You're a Dominatrix???" asks David, stunned.

"I am," says Rose.

"Is it safe? Is it legal??" asked the concerned father.

"I'm very careful. And it is legal, but I am very discrete as well."

"And you knew this???" asked David, turning to his wife Julie, accusingly.

"Of course I did, silly, and I encouraged Rose to tell you herself, which she's done," said Julie. "Mind you, the only way I was able to convince her was to share with her your inclinations as well..."

"You... what?..." sputtered David.

"I told Rose all about what the little Bedroom Submissive you are, dear. It seems the apple does not fall far from the tree, though it did seem to flip upside down as it fell!"

"So don't be a hypocrite, Daddy," added Rose. "You know you like this sort of thing. In fact, I particularly like men who enjoy this sort of thing. I guess that's why I like you so much, Daddy. But Julie, we never really got into it in detail. How 24x7 is it with you guys?"

"I'll show you," said Julie. "David, pull down your pants and show your daughter what kind of underwear you have on."

"Julie... no, please!" said david.

Julie walked over slowly to her husband and stood facing him. "Are you being defiant?" she asked.

"no... it's just that..."

SLAP! Julie slapped david across the cheek. david blushed and looked smaller.

"Then why aren't your pants already down?"

"it's just that... it's my daughter..."

SLAP! "Now!"

david unfastened his pants and allowed the to drop to the floor revealing his pretty lace panties to his wife and daughter.

"Hold you shirt up. Spin around. Let Rose have a good look. I made him throw out all his boys' underwear. Makes it awkward for your Doctor's visits, doesn't it sweetie? You should have seen him blush when I took him shopping for all his new panties. The salesladies were so helpful. Even let him use the changing rooms so he could wear a pair home with him. Isn't that so, david?"

"Oh daddy!" said Violet, clapping her hands together with glee, "Julie keeps you panty trained!"

"Now, about that defiance earlier, young lady..." said Karen, referring to her older, but pantied, husband.

"Please honey," said david, "we can talk about it later... please!"

"What happens when you're defiant?" Asked Julie.

"please!" begged david, embarrassed in front of his grown daughter.

"You're just making it worse on yourself. What happens when you are defiant?" insisted Julie.

"I.. I... get... spanked..." said david, practically in a whisper, "but please, can't we deal with it after we're home???"

"Absolutely not. You were defiant of me in front of your daughter. You'll get your spanking in front of your daughter. Do you mind at all, Rose?"

"Not at all," answered Rose. "I'd love to see daddy get spanked!"

"In that case," said Julie, "get across my knee, david."

david went to Julie and bent over her lap. Julie pulled down his panties and he received a humiliating little spanking for defiance in front of his very own daughter.

When she was done she told him to stand up and face Rose and apologise to her for being defiant in front of her.

david carefully stood, assiduously covering up his private parts and standing facing away from his daughter. He began to pull up his panties.

"Oh no, missy," said Julie, "panties stay down, hands at your sides."

"Oh no! please! Can I keep my panties up at least. Please!" begged david. "Rose... will... see me!"

"Indeed she will!" Responded Julie. "Rose, have you any objection to seeing your Father's private parts?"

"Not at all," responded Rose, "I've always been curious, in fact."

"Wonderful! In that case, david, keep your panties down, turn and face Rose. Now stand straight and glue your hands to your sides. That's it. Now apologise to her for being defiant to me in front of her."

david (blushing furiously): "I'm sorry, Rose, for being defiant to Julie in front of you."

Julie: "I think you should call your daughter 'Miss Rose' while you're being punished."

david (blushing even more fiercely): "I'm sorry, Miss Rose, for being defiant to Julie in front of you."

Rose: "That's ok, daddy, I forgive you. But, what about this?" asked Rose as she approached her father and flicked at his penis with her hand, "He really is a submissive, isn't he?"

Both ladies looked at david's throbbingly erect penis and laughed.

"Shame on you, david," said Julie with a laugh in her voice, "for being excited by your daughter's presence."

"Just like my clients," sighed Rose.

"Well, in another life," offered Julie, "he might have been your client! And say, that gives me an idea. Let's pretend he is. I'd love for you to show me how you work, and how all this equipment and all those implements work. We can use your father as our 'victim'!"

"I'd love to!" Said Rose, "We can take turns whipping him!"

"Delightful!" Said Julie.

"Let's start him out over the spanking horse," suggested Rose. "I can strap him into it."

Julie thought that was a great idea. david looked reluctant, but did not put up a fight, cowed as he was by his wife and daughter. First they stripped him to completely nude and then put him down across the spanking bench. There were restraints for his wrists and for his ankles that they fastened him down with.


What a sight for a grown daughter to see of her daddy!


There was also a waist strap, but before Rose fastened that down she reached between her father's legs and pulled out his penis and testicles so that they were prominently displayed.


david could not believe that his daughter had just handled his penis! Rose explained to Julie that she likes having her clients' cocks and balls out so she could tease them or even smack them if necessary!

Rose walked to the wall display of whips and floggers and selected a floppy leather paddle. She went to him and started smacking his ass with it, nice and hard. Her daddy yelped and grunted from the blows but was unable to move at all. She paused the flogging and ran her had over her father's ass and down onto his balls and penis. As she rubbed his balls and penis tip he began moaning and humping the horse to the extent possible.

"Oh daddy! are you humping my spanking horse?? Ha Ha!" She gave him some more strokes with the paddle and then asked if Julie would like to try. Julie did!

Julie whipped the floppy paddle but found it hard to aim. In fact, Julie accidentally whipped her poor husband's balls which caused him to yell out in pain and cry out "FUCK!" Oopsy daisy!

"Awww daddy, " said Rose, "did Julie accidentally whip your balls?" she asked as she softly caressed them.

Rose and Julie tried out a variety of other implements on david as well. Eventually, after it seemed as if david had suffered enough, Rose asked Julie "did you bring that bum toy we talked about?"  She had. Julie handed it to Rose. Rose put a condom on it and inserted it into her father's rectum deep as it would go. How humiliating for a father to have to undergo this treatment at the hands of his very own daughter!

"Shall we take him upstairs?" Asked Rose.

Rose and Julie agreed to do that. They unfastened david off his horse. His ass was bright red and now well-plugged. His daughter led the way, swaying her hips suggestively and her nude father followed, egged on with some spanks to his plugged red bum by his wife coming up behind.

When they entered the bedroom Julie conferred briefly with Rose and they put david in the corner. Rose had a lovely collection of strap-on dildos and both women selected one. From his corner, david knew they were putting on strap-ons. He called his wife over to him and (outside the scene) begged off any ass fucking tonight as he felt a bit "runny" back there. Julie of course respected her husband's wishes and went over to inform Rose.

Both ladies shrugged, and then simultaneously each pointed at her own mouth making a big "O" with her lips, whereupon they both burst out laughing uproariously, with david left to wonder what was so funny.

"We'll tell you afterwards what was so funny," said Julie to david.

They brought david out of his corner and lay him face up in the middle of the big bed. His daughter was to his left and his wife to his right. They both had on big strap-on dildos and had stripped down to only bra and panties.

Rose was very attractive in her bra and panties. As he was led to the bed and laid out on it Julie could see her husband casting furtive glances at his half-naked daughter. He clearly did not wish to stare openly, not with his wife there, so it was just quick glimpses, but Julie noticed them.

david was now faced with two women with hard and needy cocks kneeling up above his head. They pressed their dildos into his mouth and he was forced to service them orally, alternating side to side. david's arm was wrapped around each woman, with a hand on each of their asses.

"Daddy's hand is on my ass, is that ok?" Asked Rose of Julie. Julie was not so sure it was, but told her it was. What a generous wife!

Julie asked Rose if they should maybe take turns rubbing his cock to see who could make it spurt first? Rose thought that was a good idea. She reached back for some lube and squirted it on david's cock. Julie knew that the plug in his butt vibrated, so before they started she made david raise his legs in the air and turned on the vibrator to max. david moaned. And then Julie began rubbing his cock with her hand. At the same time, Rose concentrated on dildo-fucking her father's mouth. After a bit they switched roles and Rose used her hand on her daddy's genitals while Julie fucked his mouth silly. They switched off a few more times, careful always to stop before the point of no return.

Having enough of this game, but not nearly having enough of the lovely Rose, Julie suggested that david reach down and rub his own cock as the ladies made out with each other.

Rose and Julie stayed in position, leaning over david's prone body and kissing one another passionately on the lips as david jerked his cock beneath them. david's right hand was on his cock, but his left went up between his wife and daughter and rubbed each of their low tummy's and even, daringly, touching the undersides of their bras and squeezed both (!) of their breasts. daddy was being naughty. It was one thing to squeeze his wife's tits, quite another to squeeze his daughter's tits like that. david might have to have a serious session with Julie's strap later in the week to teach him some manners.

Rose wrapped her arms around Julie and hugged her in closer, one hand on her ass, the other between them and starting to rub her tits on the outside and inside of her bra. david got a front-row seat lying as he was between the two ladies and jerking on his penis.

david, very unfortunately, did not know how to properly control himself to drag things out even longer, and moaning loudly spurted hot sticky cum onto his own tummy. Much too soon for Julie's liking. Julie made a mental note to add 36 strokes of the Delrin cane to his ass and thighs on top of the lengthy strapping he had already earned for groping his daughter's ass and tits without prior permission. And that entire punishment to be entirely limp-dick from a milking and swallowing that would precede it to make the punishment better fit the crime.

However, despite the premature ending it had still been an amazing time all around.

Rose and Julie disengaged and smiled at one another. They leaned in and gave each other one more passionate kiss to end the scene.

It never rains but pours! It's been a very exciting week, first with the Pro Domme scene and now with his trainer Mags who fucked him with a strap-on for the first time!

Oh yes she did!

You may recall from a previous posting way back in January that david and I were both shocked that young Mags had never engaged in any bum play at all with a guy (ah to be young again!) and was therefore woefully uneducated in relation to male rear-end anatomy and the prostate gland specifically. So we took it upon ourselves to allow her to educate herself through the use of my husband's rear end (see Sexy Trainer Explores Husband's Bumhole). During that occasion and the one after (Sensual Spanking in Front of Trainer) we agreed that she was interested in using a strap-on for the first time on a man, and I of course offered up david for her to try one out on.

But then she had to go abroad for six weeks, and then there was one thing after another and I kept forgetting to set something up, but perhaps being on a kinky streak it came to mind to do that just now. So I did! I had a text exchange with her as follows:

Julie: want to use strap-on on david next time?
Mags: sure!
Julie: won't be there but david will show you how
Mags: ok fun
Julie: exercise and ass whippings first
Mags: always!

A girl of few words but the four little purple devil emojis says it all.

I actually didn't want to be there. I always feel that when I'm there she's overly deferential to me. I wanted to give her the freedom to do whatever she wanted to my man. And david could certainly show her the ropes.

Am I jealous at all? Oddly, not at all. She is super fit and sexy, but so young. She has absolutely zero interest in ever hooking up with a guy as old as david. She and I talk about her boyfriend situation all the time. I think she likes david just fine. And is happy to "use him" however I allow, and is intoxicated by these new femdom experiences. But an emotional lovers relationship with david? Zero chance. Which is why I guess I'm so non-threatened by it. In fact, I love educating her.

I broke the news to david that I had set it up that for his next training session he should respectfully instruct Mags on how to use the strap-on properly on him. I told him that to make sure there was no drama and that she had a positive experience that I wanted a few things from him.

1. I wanted him spotlessly clean inside and out, which meant he would self-administer several enemas before she arrived.
2. I wanted him stretched and ready for her, so he should exercise with the butt plug in. 
3. He would give her the medium sized purple dildo to use. Not the thin purple one (long but too pencil-dick), nor the girthy Adam one (too fat - he never takes it without considerable warming up and pain). She might graduate to Adam for punishment fuckings later, but not the first time.
4. He should give her oral and receive anal.
5. He should encourage several different positions for anal intercourse.
6. She should go as long and as hard as she wants, without complaint from him.

That about covered the ground rules. I would leave the rest up to him and her and I would hear all about it from him afterwards - every little detail!

Everything below is second hand from him recounting it to me.

david carried out his pre-session instructions, getting home from work quite early to allow himself time to do so. Just before she arrived he inserted the classic butt plug into his anus.


He then put on his panties and had the good idea to wedgy them up into his ass crack in order to provide extra assurance that the dildo would not fall out. He then put on his gym shorts and T-shirt and prepared down in the home gym, laying out the lube, latex gloves, paper towels, big bath towel, and strap-on harness with dildo inserted.



Mags arrived and made the typical small talk with david, not mentioning anything about the strap-on play to ensue. When she got down into the gym she either did not notice or pretended not to notice the toys. david blushed and pointed them out to her.

"Mmmmm! This looks interesting!" She said. She picked up the harness with dildo pre-inserted and wanted to know how it worked. david explained where the legs goes and how it tightens down. She got a smug little smile on her face and sat down on her usual spot on the seat of the weight machine. She took the strap-on dildo with her, and laid it out carefully just in front of her on the seat with the dildo sticking straight up. david would have that to remind him of what was to come.

david then warned Mags that he might seem a bit awkward with some of the exercises, because he was stretching himself out for her with a butt plug. She seemed puzzled so david dropped his gym shorts and bent over in front of her.

She saw the wedgied panties running across the center of the big black disk of the base of the fully inserted butt plug.

"Clever," she said. "You should get a thong," she offered.

"Yeah but it doesn't cover enough in front," he replied.

"I know," she said. Oh my. I'll take him thong shopping earliest opportunity!

david explained my thinking that I thought it would be best if he exercised with the butt plug in so he would be well-stretched for her for when the time came for his fucking.

"Then you'll keep it in," she agreed.

She had david do all the normal exercises in the normal way. david had to keep reaching back to push the butt plug back into place. He supposes that over the course of the exercise session he quite thoroughly fucked himself with that big butt plug! He was made to do burpeess at one point which look as follows.


On each squat the plug tended to pop out so he had to jump with one hand in the air and the other reaching behind him to shove the slipping butt plug back into his ass.

"I'm fucking myself each time I do this!" he complained.

"Yes you are," she said.

For his between set spankings and whippings she toyed with the butt plug quite a bit. She pushed the tip of the short crop right into the base, shoving it in deeper into his ass. The plug is quite long and caused him some considerable discomfort as she did this.

At one point she used a paddle on him. She had him bend over and she grabbed the back of the panties and pulled up on them wedgying the panties deeper up his crack, forcing the butt plug in deeper. Then she paddled his bare cheeks and thighs hard as he danced on his tip toes!

At one point she had him face down on the ground. She put her little sneaker right down onto the base of the butt plug to hold him in place, and used the crop to whip his ass and flanks.

She cut exercising short after 45 minutes.

"Show me," she simply said.

She stood and he got down on his knees. She was wearing black tights and a low cut exercise top that revealed both her flat tummy and the cleavage of her large firm breasts (she has great breasts!)


david knelt at her feet and pulled the strap-on harness up her legs and over her ass. He adjusted the straps. david had rarely been so intimate with her, but she didn't notice at all. As soon as it was on, she reached her hand down to stroke her newfound cock.

david said, "please Miss," and put her dildo into his mouth.

"Ohhh! Good! Good boy!" She said, delighted by this turn of events. She let him go at it, and every time he pursed his lips and went at it more enthusiastically she rewarded him with another "Good Boy!" david then went to deep throat the dildo which earned him another "Good Boy!" before he had to pull out gagging. After that, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed him onto her, making him deep throat it. "You take it. You take it all. That's it bitch. Take it,' she said. [david says she called him "bitch" over and over again during this session.]

"Take you clothes off," she told him. david stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving him in his panties and butt plug. "Panties off," she added. david slipped his panties off. The plug stayed in. She pointed back to her dick, and david went back in, sucking it again, now fully nude as compared to her fully dressed state.

She took the dildo out of his mouth and started slapping his face with it. "You like that? You like that, bitch? Then take it. Take It!" she insisted as she shoved it down his throat again hugging his head into her crotch. david says he gagged several times, but rather than receiving any pity she just said "That's it, Gag on it. Gag on it, bitch. You like it." She grabbed him by the hair and started thrusting her hips into him, face fucking him. "Take it! Take it!" she insisted. To earn a reprieve from the deep throating and face fucking, david said he did his utmost to entertain her with loud sucking, slurping, head bobbing, and mouth twisting action. "Good! Good girl!" she said when she saw this [yes, she referred to him as "girl" as well as they got deeper into it]. How subtly humiliating that he had to literally perform like a porn star to earn a respite from the deep throating!

All the while david was doing this she was looking down at him. Right at his cocksucking mouth and into his eyes. david would look up at her when he could and they would lock eyes and she would smile. As he cast his gaze upwards, very prominent in his view were her large (clothed) breasts above him. He was being put through his cocksucking paces by this large breasted young lady and no doubt about that!


david was very careful where he placed his own hands, not wanting to offend her. He said they did wind up grabbing the sides of her hips, but he did not dare reach around to her ass (and a good thing too!).

She could also look down and see his very exposed genitals, with his bobbing hardened penis prominent. At one point david reached one hand down and stroked it. "Don't touch it!" She admonished him. There would be no sex here, except on her terms, and certainly no ejaculation.

She did not tire of the oral sex at all. david was mindful that I wanted him to let her go as long and as hard as she wanted, but figured maybe she was waiting from him to move on. So he disengaged and asked if they should move on? She said they should.

david started by laying out the yoga mat, and putting a big brown towel down on top of it. He then says he blushed as he reached behind himself and pulled the butt plug out of his well-stretched ass in front of Mags. He went to her again and knelt in front of her, and used the lube to generously coat her cock. He then took more lube and shoved it up into and all around his own anus. He told me that he was taking no chances with "under lubrication!"

He then faced away from her and submissively raised his ass and lowered his head, presenting himself for his long overdue fucking from her. She knelt behind him. He told me at that moment he couldn't even believe that he was about to be ass fucked by his pretty young physical trainer. She took a few moments trying to find the right position, and then she started pushing the dildo into his crack. david reached behind and helped by guiding it into his anus. She pushed in a bit. She was tentative at first, but david backed his ass up onto the dildo taking it all. "Ohh ho!" She said at the deep penetration, and started his fucking.

As she fucked she didn't use the same dirty talk as she did when receiving head. He says she seemed more concentrated on the physical aspects of fucking. She changed positions subtly a few times. One knee up, one down. Switching sides. Straddling his leg, inside his legs. As she did this she slipped out a few times but quickly put it back in herself. One good position she found was with both feet on the ground and doing a full squat, then grabbing his hips and ramming the cock hard, pistoning it in and out at a very rapid pace. david said he couldn't help but cry out a bit as he was being subjected to this hard ass raping, but her only reaction was to say "take it" and keep going just as hard. What a gal! And what quads on her!

Exhausted, david collapsed to lying flat on the ground. Mags followed him down and lay on top of him and kept fucking him by tilting her pelvis hard forward and back. Yoga trained. "no... no..." david said and she just repeated "take it..."

"Wait, wait, let me show you," said david, anxious to redirect her to a gentler position. "You can do it from on top..." he said. She looked intrigued. He spun onto his back and raised his legs. "Ohhh!" she said as if another mystery of the universe had just been unfolded. She walked up to him on her knees and stuck it in again. Sure enough, the fucking in this position was a bit gentler on him. He said he enjoyed the view of her breasts, which he fixated on as he was receiving his missionary-style ass fucking.


She was looking right down onto his cock and balls. Though by this time his penis was as soft and floppy as a tired wet noodle from all the hard anal intercourse (it does that, oddly enough). He says she looked at it and smirked. They made eye contact in this position and she just had a huge smile on her face and was positively beaming. She did not break eye contact. He was forced to. She tried leaning back on her hands and thrusting harder with her hips, which did drive the cock in deeper and fuck him harder.

david then again suggested they try something else. He put the exercise ball in the middle of the room and draped himself over it. She lay on top of him at a forty-five degree angle and again gyrated her hips to fuck him. He says the bouncy ball made it interesting. I'll have to try that.

When she pulled out, that was the end of his fucking. She took the paper towels and wiped his ass. He was embarrassed to see it was a bit dirty, but it did not seem to faze her at all. In fact, he now remembers her wiping his ass with each new position, not wanting to get her black tights dirty he supposes.

I chided david for being at all messy. For not being sufficiently deep and thorough with his enemas. He apologized to me. I told him it wasn't me he needed to apologize to! That I would make him apologize to her and punish him fittingly while I was at it. I told him I had half a mind to have her and I stand and watch as he had a bowel movement in the toilet, and then make him stand without wiping, bend over, spread his cheeks, and then wipe himself in front of us until he was clean. And then we would whip him. Right on that dirty little rosebud of his. I suggested that would teach him a lesson in anal hygiene!

After Mags and he were done. david again knelt in front of her and removed the strap-on harness and dildo from around her hips. He then bent down and kissed her feet.

They then talked about the experience. She said it was amazing and she wishes she had a cock. She also said she understands now how guys can get tired fucking. They have so much more work to do compared to the girl.

She asked what he gets out of it? Does he ever cum from a fucking. david said that he personally never does. Just the opposite (as she saw - blush) he gets soft when he is getting fucked like that.

"Why then?" she persisted.

He said it fuels his fantasies. He said he would masturbate tonight thinking about what they did. "Oh!" she said, disapprovingly with her voice, but with a smile on her face. I wonder what she thinks of my husband jerking off to thoughts of her fucking him in his ass? I wonder if her spankings next week will be extra strict? I'll have to ask her.

Dominant wives can have their fantasies as well.

This one is based on a near miss meeting up with Deirdre and her husband Evan that I recounted in Julie and Deirdre Almost Meet and Deirdre referred to in A near meeting with Julie.

Deirdre ready to spank in a hotel room

Deirdre in her swimsuit

We were going to meet for dinner in Toronto. We had not planned anything after that in any detail, but my fantasy was that we would head back to their hotel afterwards, and Deirdre and I were going to smack the heck out of our mens' behinds, trading men from time to time.

Once they were both in a sufficiently submissive frame of mind I would suggest a cock-sucking competition. They would "69" one another while we each encouraged our man with our paddle.

(courtesy lill jo)

The boys would not welcome such a competition. The thought of having to suffer a real cock in their mouths would be deeply emasculating for them both. However, Deirdre and I are both Dominant Wives, and if put in this situation I was sure they would submit, as is their nature. Especially when appropriately prepared beforehand with long and hard paddlings in front of one another.

The nature of the competition would be that whoever blew their load first, the loser, would have to be fucked by the winner's wife with a strap-on.

The winning male, who would have a mouthful of the loser's semen, would be allowed to spit it out into a cup, and the loser male would have to take it all into his mouth and hold it there during his fucking by the winning male's wife. He'd be required to show the cum and swallow after she was done with him.

As well, the winning male, as a reward for staying rigid and not blowing his load despite the administration of a blowjob from the loser male, would be allowed to fuck the losing male's wife in her pussy from behind. Pussy is a rare treat indeed for these submissive boys, to say nothing of strange pussy!

The losing husband's view of his wife "paying the price" for his sexual inadequacies "So this is what it's like to be fucked by a real man - I never knew!"

Both fuckings would occur at the same time. The loser male being fucked would be positioned so that he could see his wife being violated by the winning male. The winning male would be allowed to continue his fucking (if he was able) until his wife ended the loser's ass fucking.


If the winning male had still not ejaculated by then (which, by the way, is entirely under the control of the winning wife as she can stop whenever she pleases based on her observation of her husband's state of excitement), the loser male would have to get on his knees and suck off the winner's cock. He would no doubt taste his wife' pussy juices on the winner's cock as he sucked, which might at least provide him with a "comforting" sensation. He must then present his asshole for the winner as a cum receptacle, and he would be fucked in the ass again, and be ejaculated into, by the winner.

To the victor goes the spoils. To the loser goes the sore asshole and the humiliation of having to take a real cock with the wives present.

While this was happening, the two wives would be making out so as to encourage the winner male as he strives towards climax deep in the loser male's bowels.


A dangerous game for the women, you might say? Not so much. I'm almost certain david would be the loser as he is not much of a cocksman.


On the other hand, I've seen Evan's penis when it's "angry".


Nothing wrong with that. Come and get it, boy!

"In the slit not the hole, buster!"

 Of course, the loser boy needs to come and get it too!


P.S. Deirdre and Evan, if you're still out there, see what you're missing??? ;-)
You're a sexy couple and I wish you the best!

A few weeks ago I described a lovely little incident where my husband and I hooked up with a Pro Domme whom I shall refer to as Rose for a threeway scene. For my own nefarious reasons I wanted my husband to give me a little spanking first (which is quite out of character, but I had my reasons!). You can read all about that in Playtime Happened: My Spanking, and then the follow-on post Playtime Happened: His Spanking.

In the first part of the scene I found myself across my husband's knee. Rose asked me if I wanted a photo. I told her I did and she should just go ahead and use her own phone. My recollection was that my panties were still up when that happened. Not so much, apparently!

She sent the photos along a week later, and it became very clear that my bottom (and other parts of me!) were definitely not panty covered! I 'kinda 'sorta said I would post a photo, so I suppose I have to, despite my little bare bottom (and worse...)

Oh gosh... Here goes!


Yes. That is me with the bare bottom and david with the hand, and yes he did colour my bottom nicely for me (hey, I'm not used to this getting spanked thing - I colour easilly!)

It's very strange because I distinctly remember my panties being up for that photo. I guess my mind was playing tricks on me.

Isn't it humiliating for a girl that you can actually see her pussy poking out when she's getting spanked!!!! A panties-down spanking with witnesses taking photos? Oh my.

I'm sorry my butt looks a little big in the photo. I was bent way over with my head almost on the ground which tends to exaggerate things (blush, blush, blush!). I promise it's really kind of cute and perky when I'm allowed to stand up!

How did I feel being in this position, getting spanked by my husband? I quite enjoyed it! The purpose was to break the ice with Rose so that when I went over her knee she would know it was ok to spank me on my bare bottom, and hopefully therefore ok later to have some other fun together.

She complimented me on my cute panties when they were still up. And she complimented me on my bottom as well (which felt nice). I knew I was putting on a show for her, wiggling my derriere at her. Wiggling my pussy at her (!!!). david was told in advance to alternate spanks and fondles (and specifically to touch my pussy) to set a good example for when it was her turn to spank me. So he did rub my bottom, rub my thighs, and rubbed my pussy as well, which I guess was very obvious to Rose! (And in retrospect, seeing the photos, a bit humiliating as I deliberately made a show of moaning as he did that).

After david's little spanking I went across Rose's knee. She spanked harder than david! Oh my! But I liked it. I enjoyed the physical sensations of the spanking and the excitement of being across her knee. She also rubbed my bottom and got near (but not on) my pussy.

I did have to get over a big "Oh Gosh, what am I doing???" moment before going across david's knee, but was glad that I did. I didn't mind david spanking me. He followed instructions and he spanked with appropriate strength. And all I could think of was Rose as he did it, and it was mission accomplished in terms of an ice breaker all right!

And lest you be overly harsh with me in the comments below, I consider it a Domme wife's prerogative to get a spanking how and when she wants it!

But it's ok, just this once, in the comments section, to tease me about my spankings and about being a "closet subbie", and to imagine and write about what other things you would have done to me as inspired by the photo above. I'm curious what all you'll write. Please be filthy. I'll play the subbie in my responses (JUST THIS ONCE!)

;-)

[See comments below and reader tom's idea of how I should be treated that he sent me by email to post here at tom's email]

Over the years I've collected very many images drawn by my blog friend lill jo. Some of them I have not even posted. For example, the following delightful little musing...


In my mind that would be my husband with his nose in the corner, in his skirt and his pink and red polka-dotted panties doing timeout. He was very naughty. He did not do the shopping as he said he would. When my family arrives, he will still be standing there like that. From there he will explain to all of them the reason they are getting take-out Chinese food instead of a home cooked meal. There will be Grandma, my Mom, my Dad, my sisters, my brother, their spouses, and my nieces and nephews all present. That is me in the sketch, informing my family that david will stay nose in the corner all through dinner. After dinner he will do the tidying up in his skirt and panties and then back into the corner when done. I tell them that after they all leave I will bend him over the back of the sofa, have him lift his skirt and lower his panties, and use this strap in my hand to make sure his bare bottom matches the colour of those red polka dots!

Well, I've posted a great many of these sketches now. 163 to be exact in a special lill jo gallery, with my commentary attached. You'll find the gallery permanently linked to the right in the "Resources" section, and here's another link to it:

The Art of lill jo

Please go over and have a look and leave a comment there as to your favourite!

An impromptu scene came up the other day that involved david's trainer severely blistering his ass with my little hardwood paddle. He's always wanted a "real" spanking, so I thought I would see if I could make that happen.


His trainer does not know how much of our kinky relationship is play, and how much is real-life FLR. She thinks it's a mix, and I like to keep her guessing.

But the real life spanking thing is not at all how this scene started. The thing started with me deciding that david needed to get an exercise session in all femmed up. I spent a bit of time pulling The Art of lill jo page together and one of the images called to me.


I let him know in the morning my expectations of him. I told him that when I got home I wanted to see him working hard with Mags dressed with,

• pink lace-trimmed panties
• short plaid schoolgirl skirt
• pink bra with C-cup inserts
• exercise T-shirt on top
• pink ribbon tied in a bow around his genitals
• a Tampax in his bottom hole

On a whim, I also said I wanted him to exercise to the music of Britney Spears, including especially "Hit Me Baby One More Time". Mags is particularly nostalgic for Britney as she was about eight years old or so when she was first listening to her. I thought the music would suit david's slutty schoolgirl outfit.

It's nothing unusual for me to leave instructions for how david is to dress. She was therefore not surprised at all when she arrived for his training session, just amused. The little skirt was way too short for him and his pantied cheeks kept popping out the back. I'm told that as he was running in place bringing his knees up high


that his skirt flipped up most revealingly. His panties could not contain the vigorous action, and so his bouncing genitalia got exposed on every stride. And as he was busy holding a weight above his head, he had little say in the matter, and simply had to endure the humiliation as Mags looked on.


After he was done that exercise, Mags told him to stand in front of her, lower his panties, and raise his skirt, as she had glimpsed something that surprised her. Sure enough...


Mags laughed and said she would remove that ribbon herself at the end of the session.

She also commented that she really liked seeing him with big boobs, as his bra and C-cups really filled out that T-shirt nicely.

david then started in on his exercising to his Britney tunes, and received crop whippings on the seat of his panties and around the edges of them. She would always flip up his skirt, I was told, which she enjoyed greatly.

At a certain point she told david to bend over the exercise ball and to lower his panties. She likes building up to his bare bottom whippings. His skirt still covered part of his ass. Mags flipped it up with the tip of her crop and saw her second surprise. "What's this?" she asked as she tugged on the little string and laughed. "On your period?"

"On your period?" -- how humiliating...

When I got home I heard the breathy tones of Britney Spears and went down to the gym and caught them at it in flagrante with david across the ball. By this time he had lost his shirt and was showing off his pretty bra and boobs. As it was, he was bent over skirt up and panties down, getting her belt across his bare backside. As I approached I heard the strict WHIP! and then some "Ah! Ah! Owww!" and then some "Shhhh!" from her. She does not like him to vocalize during his whippings. It's not the noise, as the belt is much louder. It's the attitude. She thinks he should take it in silence and when he does not she leathers him harder which of course does not help at all in that regard!


There's no shyness or attempts to hide when I walk in on them, no matter what those two are up to, so she just kept at belt whipping his ass. When she was done I walked over to him and inspected his bottom. I patted it and said "very nice!" I then too pulled on his string and said "Good thing you have your Tampax in."

That's when I had an inspiration. A particularly "Strict Julie Style" inspiration. I instantly had a scene in mind that I started in on. I knew david would play along.

"I suppose your wondering why he's dressed like this? He's in panties and tampons for a week starting today for some misbehavior that I won't get into here. That's between us. The panties and tampon are 24x7 except when he's going to the bathroom. And you're buying your own tampons, mister! He also has to wear the bra and the skirt when he's home. And he'll have the spring cleaning all done by the end of the week, isn't that so, david? Plus he's getting a good hard paddling from me later today, and another at the end of the week. Too bad today's will be on top of that whipped butt," I added, observing the present state of his bottom.

"How about the bow around his, ummm, junk?" Mags asked.

"Oh, that was just for this session with you," I answered, "did you enjoy that?"

"I did," she answered.

Turning to david I asked "Are you sorry for what you did?

"Yes Ma'am," he said, playing along.

"Will you ever do it again?"

"No ma'am."

"And there will be no sass, no backtalk, no complaining all week long while you're being disciplined, or you'll find yourself across my knee with your skirt up and your panties down. Am I making myself very clear, missy?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered.

"If visitors come by you can go to the bedroom and stand with your nose in the corner until they leave." I thought that was quite merciful. "But if I have to spank you anytime during the week, I might change my mind on that point and then they'll get to see a naughty husband in his skirt and bra going about his chores with his little panties peeking out the bottom."


"tee hee" giggled Mags.

I thought it was very fun effectively "sentencing" him like this in front of Mags. Especially as she does not know how much is play and how much is a real life female led marriage. She probably suspected it was play as I was going a bit "over the top" with his discipline. But this sort of thing was uncharacteristic of our play, so I'm sure there was some element of doubt, or at least doubt regarding the extent we were mixing play and real life, and regarding my intent to fully carry out this punishment.

With that setup completed, I left them at it to finish off the exercise session. I had more planned for after they were finished exercising, however. Always exercising first!

david told me that Mags asked him what he had done. david told her he was not allowed to say and that she must ask me. So she was for sure curious.

I can tell when the exercise session is nearing the end because the music runs out and in the relative silence he stretches. So when I heard that I got my over-the-knee-sized hardwood paddle and went down to the gym. When I got there I asked Mags if she could do me a favor. I said I needed to start dinner as I was going out later tonight, and asked her if she could paddle him for me?

"Sure" she said, shrugging.

"A real good paddling, now. Don't go easy on him," I added.

"No problem," she said with what looked like a little smirk.

"I'm going to give you a little bonus as my thank you for doing this," I added. "The harder and longer you spank him, the bigger your bonus is going to be. I want to see tears in his eyes and a very well-spanked bottom by the time you bring him back upstairs for me to inspect."

"No please!" begged david. Mags can be quite cruel, and with the marching orders I had just given her, david knew she would not hold back.

"Thanks for the bonus," said Mags, "I'll make sure I earn it."  'Gotta love the enthusiasm of the young!

I had her sit on the little folding chair and had david go across her knee. He was still in his skirt, panties, and bra. I flipped up his skirt and removed his panties, tossing them on the floor. He would not be needing them for the rest of the evening. His little string was still dangling there out of his bottom hole. I handed Mags the paddle.

"Don't move the spanks around too much, I want them all on those two spank spots of his," I said patting the meaty undercurve of his butt cheeks.


"I want you to make sure he'll be sleeping on his tummy tonight and won't be sitting down comfortably tomorrow," I added.

Then I knelt down in front of david and lifted his head so that he was looking me in my eyes.

"You know you deserve this. You were very, very, bad," I told him.

"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am," he said.

Then I addressed Mags. "Don't feel sorry for him, if you knew what he did, you'd agree with me."

Then I thought I should give her a little bit of helpful spanking advice.

"If he gets too frantic, just reach between and squeeze," I said as I put my hand between his legs, grabbed his ball sac, and gave it a good squeeze. "Will you take your spanking from Mags without a fuss?" I asked.

"Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!"

"Or," I continued, "you can throw your right leg over the backs of both of his to control him, and even grab his wrist here and bend it behind his back. Now you're free to spank as hard as you want and he won't be going anywhere." As I said this, we put her into this position.

"Can I just keep him like this from the start?" She asked me. "I think I'll need to anyways."

"Oh no no no no no" said david, ineffectively I might add.

"Sure. May as well," I answered Mags. Poor david was jacknifed high over Mags' left knee, spank spots uppermost. His testicles were a bit trapped between his legs and peaking out the back. And in this bent over position, his Tampaxed pucker was also peaking out. The position my husband was in would entail no modesty whatsoever for him while being punished across this young lady's knee. But it's important to realize that the humiliation of this at once childish and sexually exposed and submissive position is indeed part of a spanking punishment, and is why it is so excruciatingly embarrassing for the bad boy.

A bit like this - I Photoshopped a tampon in. Ha Ha!

Being in a flipped up skirt, having a tampon string showing out his butthole, and having C-cup boobs dangling only adds to the humiliation. More like a girl being spanked, and a girl on her period at that!

"Now have fun kids!" I said sarcastically as I left the basement gym, leaving my husband to his fitness trainer's tender mercies, and went back upstairs.

"Whatever it was must have been pretty bad," I heard she said as she tightened her grip and started in on his defenseless rear end with that paddle.

Now Mags is very strong and very fit, and I had no doubt whatsoever that she could keep him under control and blister his ass with that paddle with very hard and very fast strokes and for as long as it took, and that's just what she did.

From upstairs it sounded like rifle shots as the hardwood paddle connected again and again to his bare rear end. Before too long the crying out started, and the indistinct begging and pleading for it to end (I know that refrain well).

According to david afterwards, during the paddling and as he was pleading she just said once, "sorry, but I 'gotta give it to you good."

After a while, I could hear the rifle shots continuing but the frantic pleading quieted down and he was obviously just taking it.

Towards the end she asked him, "are you crying yet?"

He sniffled and said "yes miss".

"Just a few more then, to make sure," and she started in again with what david said were the hardest paddle strokes yet, which got a renewed round of screeching going from him.

I did not time exactly, but I figure that the padding, from beginning to end, was about 10 or maybe even 15 solid minutes of fiercely delivered fiery hardwood hell being visited onto his bare backside. It was at least a stroke a second for most of the time, so you do the math. Maybe 500 strokes in total? One helluva spanking at any rate, and one that david has no interest in repeating anytime soon!

All the while she was punishing him down in the basement I was up in the kitchen preparing our dinner. What was I thinking? I was cringing a bit for him on the one hand. On the other hand he was getting what he wanted, a "for real" spanking from a motivated girl. I did think once or twice about going down and stopping it, but then it wouldn't be legit "for real" what she considered to be a proper punishment. I knew he would be very sore, but did not think he would be injured at all. He knew to yell out "Red" (our last-resort safeword) if he needed rescuing. Most of all it turned me on tremendously that he was finally getting what he craved, and in spades.

When his spanking was over, Mags brought him limping and mincing his steps up to me holding his punished nates. I conducted him to the corner and made him stand there with his arms folded behind his back holding up his skirt. His knees were shaking and he was sniffling. He was still in his bra, but some of the inserts had popped out so Mags went to fetch them.

His butt was a holy mess! His spank spots were legit blistered from her paddling. All sorts of hues of angry reds, purples, and whites directly on his two spank spots. I decided I would keep him standing there for a while to watch the evolution.

Mags came back up with the missing inserts and handed them to me. She also had fetched up his panties and handed those to me as well. I reached around and stuffed the inserts back into his bra, and then adjusted it to sit properly. I bent over and had david step one foot then the other back into his panties, but left them at his ankles.

I told Mags that she had done a terrific job. That it was a fantastic start for his week of discipline.

"Did you see the ribbon? Is the ribbon still around his cock?" She asked.

"Not sure. Show us david. Turn around and lift your skirt."

He did so and the ribbon was still there.

"I told him I'd take it off him after we were done, is that ok?" She asked. Cheeky.

"I don't know if this naughty young lady deserves such a treat," I answered. Then, considering some more, "well... given the week he has in store for him and what he just got... go ahead," I decided.

She went forward and very carefully, without toughing his cock directly, she untied the bow and then shook the knot loose.


"May I keep it?" she asked of the ribbon. "Sure," I answered. david squirmed and moaned a bit during this operation, and perceptively hardened.

"I think you're exciting him, Mags, despite what you've done to his bum," I observed.

"He gets excited easily, " she answered. "During training I just work him harder and it goes down fast," she added. We both laughed at the expense of his poor penis.

"So, david," I said, addressing him, "did that paddling from Mags teach you a lesson? Will you EVER do anything like that again?"

"No ma'am." He looked so pitiful there, in his bra, holding up his skirt, panties at his ankles.

"Now thank Mags for punishing you, and curtsy as you do it, keeping that skirt nice and high so we can see your shame.

"That you, Miss, for paddling me so well and teaching me my lesson," said david as he curtsied, his bare half-excited penis on show.

"Now you remember, you're not to use that penis on a woman ever, or even have a woman touch it or look at it without my permission, are we clear on that?"

"Yes Ma'am, very clear Ma'am," answered david, leaving the impression with Mags that somehow this punishment was related to a minor infidelity.

[My "backup story", if I needed, would be my discovery that he had frequented massage parlors early in our marriage, and that I had just learned of this now. In fact, this was a very real thing early in our marriage, although long forgotten now.]

I walked Mags out, thanking her again for the wonderful job on the paddling. I paid her double by way of bonus

When she was gone I pulled david out of the corner and gave him a big hug. I told him what a poor baby he was!

I told him he could take off his girl clothes now, that I was not serious about the week long discipline, and that I would be right back down. We had some hand lotion from a hotel that I thought might be soothing on his bum (and other places... wink wink), so I fetched that from upstairs and brought it down. I then sat in the middle of the sofa and pulled my birthday suit boy gently face down across my lap and began applying the lotion. His bottom was wrecked!

As I did this, I talked to him about the experience. I told him it was totally spur of the moment, but that I knew that part of his fantasy was wondering what a "real" spanking would be like. We agreed that sure I spank him hard, but somehow it's different. He knows me and knows I am deliberately pushing his limits. With Mags just now, it was not about pushing limits, it was about punishment, pure and simple, at least in her mind. She didn't care about his limits. She cared only about punishing him as per my direction, and she didn't even know or really care about the whys and wherefores.

david said he knew he was in for it when I gave her the instructions. He knew already in advance that it would be a real true to life punishment spanking, as much as a fit young lady wielding a paddle with proven precious little mercy or consideration for him could deliver. Mags likes pleasing me, she likes earning extra money, and she likes spanking the crap out of my husband. Put those three together and you get a very blistered ass! david said she was strong, and once she had clamped down on him and had his arm behind his back, he really felt as if he could not get away no matter how much he tried, which added to his fear considerably.

As I gently rubbed him I teased him about getting paddled by Mags like that, for real, to tears, and to a blistered behind. I put more lotion on my hand and I reached between his legs, which he spread for me, and rubbed his penis, which stiffened quickly. I teased him that if he displeases me at all, I'd have her do it again to him. That got him more excited, not less so.

I continued with a lot of talk like that, like,

"She's so young. What must she think of you?"

"You know, she knows you're totally pussy whipped by me? A totally pussy-whipped husband. I even pass him off to let his little trainer blister his ass with my paddle for me."

"She tells her roommate and friends all about you. All about your little outfits and your spankings. I'm sure she'll tell them about this."

 "She tells me they're curious. I've let her know it was fine to have a few of her friends come over to watch. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like if I arranged for five or six of Mags friends to come over and watch while she and I put you through your paces. The bra and panty treatment? A strapping? I'm sure they'd be interested in watching a wife fuck her husband in the ass with her strap-on? Maybe use Adam to really give them a show? No?"

Finally from david, "oh no! no no! Please no! Not... that... not six girls watching me like that... dressed as a girl... getting fucked in the ass with your big dildo as they watch... no... please... no... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... AHHHHH!"

And he came in my hand just like that, blistered bum and all. Ha Ha! Poor baby.


He'll heal. Just in time for next week's paddling. Should I have Mags give him that one as well?

One of the joys of my "job" as Blog Mistress is to direct subbie bois who email me to do embarrassing and painful things to themselves, and then send me the most humiliating photos proving it. I then ask if I can publish them, and more often than not they cannot refuse (or don't really want to - getting off on the humiliation of a public exposure here - which is all part of their "punishment").

Case in point. eSubbie kim who wrote to me asking,

I've noticed you have given a few email instructions from the comments following your blogs. It would be amazing if you were able to Dom me in some way.

Well, it's so easy to oblige such a polite boi, so I sent him on a typical "first task". Go out and buy some tampons and get them up your butt for an hour. I like doing that one first as most subbies have not done that, and it really does make them feel like a woman.

Here is the package he came back with, along with the receipt (which I cropped out) proving he had bought that and nothing else at the same time.


He was supposed to get cashed out by a pretty young female, saying "I hate it when she makes me buy these for her. I should really put my foot down." My goal was to have him appear completely pussy whipped in front of the cashier. Here is an excerpt of his account.

i went to a shop about a mile from my house, far enough i hoped, but not too far. i saw a nice checkout girl as You had told me. She would be the one i would aim for when i had picked my tampons. i went to the tampon area of the female hygiene section and spent 5 minutes looking at the options. It was really embarrassing with a few people passing as i stood there.

Finally i decided. i picked up a packet of Tampax Compak Pearl

and headed for the checkout. Unbelievably by the time i got there the checkout girl had been replaced by a young man. Almost as humiliating, i had to make my way back to the tampon area and put them back, then scurried out of the shop with no purchase!

There was one more shop i could try! I parked up and went in...arrgg, still all males at the checkout! There was a nice girl at the self serve, so thinking i had to buy that night, i went to the tampon section. Not so much choice in this shop, so i picked up a packet of Tampax Pearl and made for the checkout. As i got there an old lady went to the self serve next to the checkout girl, so despite practicing what i was going to say, i'm sorry Mistress, but i wasn't able to say anything to her. i paid for the tampons in the self serve while looking regretfully at the checkout girl and i left the shop knowing i had screwed up a bit of Your instruction. i'm so sorry.

The next morning i opened the box and read the instructions. Wow, it was all very humiliating reading about how i was on my period and about to insert my first tampon. When i finally made sense of it all, it was time. i lubed up my bum hole, penetrating quite deep with my finger and putting lots of KY up there. i placed my thumb and middle finger on the outer plastic section and pushed the inner bit. It was a strange feeling as the tampon entered my vagina. What a strange mix of humiliation, excitement and girlyness! i pulled the plastic part out and it was in, with the string hanging out as You had ordered.

Knowing i had to take photographs was very humiliating. i set up the timer and took a few. Without actually any form of masturbation, the mix of excitement and humiliation made me cum. i really didn't want to but couldn't help it. i had never done this before, but being the naughty girl I am, followed your instruction.

it was a weird feeling having cum and having to keep the tampon in for an hour, but i did as You ordered before removing it with lots more lube. i disposed of the used tampon according to the instructions.

It was then i realised that i hadn't photographed the unopened box, so once again Mistress i am sorry, but the box was photographed after i had opened it, along with the receipt to show it was the only item i bought.

So, once again Mistress Julie, thank You for this first assignment and i hope the photographs amuse You.

And here is kim's bottom in a pretty pair of panties (appreciated bonus) and her tampon,

(I cropped out the background)

Imagine that she came when she inserted the tampon!!! Imagine if that happened with a girl and how much fun we would make of her! Little slut!

I congratulated kim on her first task, and told her how entertained I was by her photos. She wrote me back,

Hi Mistress Julie
Thank You for Your kind assessment of my assignment and i'm glad You have been entertained by my photos! Thank You too for being so understanding about the check out girl incident, and for opening the tampon box before photographing. i did fear immediate punishment for that.

Silly girl. Punishment was still coming, of course. I let her stew for a week or so, and then wrote back as follows,

You still need to be punished for not talking to a shop girl, and for opening the box before the photo was taken. Don't get me wrong, I'm not "angry" with you, and I completely understand how it happened like that. But that does not mean there are not consequences, and now you will "consequenced", as the new age parenting manuals put it.

Go get a soft bristled toothbrush and some regular toothpaste. Then I want you to put a big glob of toothpaste on the brush, wet it thoroughly, and rub it into your bottom hole near the entrance, and all around the outside of your bottom hole. Then take a photo with the bristle end of the toothbrush still in your bottom hole. Spread your cheeks so I can see it penetrating and I can see the excess toothpaste turning your brown hole white. Once you've done all that. Stand straight, in the nude, with your hands on your head for five full minutes. Oh it WILL burn! After that you may clean yourself out by having some anal intercourse with a bar of soap and your finger, and you will be reminded of me and my punishment of you for the rest of the day, and perhaps even well into the next.

And here are the photos kim sent me back, and her recounting of her punishment.

Hi Mistress Julie
i hope You are pleased with the photographs and that my embarrassment is matched by Your entertainment.

my task started with a trip to the local shop to buy a baby girl pink toothbrush with soft bristles and a bar of soap.

i read the instructions You sent several times to make sure i would not be making costly errors. So, this morning, i stripped from my panties to be completely nude, and put a blob of toothpaste onto the pink toothbrush and set up the camera.

i bent over, inserted the toothbrush, turned it around and spread it around my bottom hole as You had demanded. i felt it starting to burn immediately and wondered if i could last five minutes. I took some photos with the pink toothbrush in my hole.

i then stood up straight with my hands on my head. I stuck a piece of toilet paper between the shower door and my nose to make sure my discipline would be maintained throughout the 5 minutes. Only once did i take my hand from my head to ensure the toothbrush was not going to fall out. By the end of the five minutes my hole was burning (as it still is). Though also burning with humiliation, i managed not to cum, though i was a bit damp.

i then took the bar of soap and shoved it up my bottom hole over and over

That bar of soap is deep! Surprised she didn't "spurt" during this.

and gave it a good clean out, using my finger too.

i washed the soap from my bum and patted it dry, before dressing back into pink panties and skinny jeans. my burning now remains a reminder of Your superiority Mistress and what will happen if i fail to follow Your instructions to the letter.

Now feeling very submissive Mistress Julie, thank You for this task and look forward to hearing if You have had a laugh at my expense

I wrote back that I was indeed very amused, and even shared the pictures with my sister (she knows I correspond with eSubbies, and is equally as amused as I at what I can make them do).

Hi Mistress Julie (curtsey),
i am so glad I have pleased You with my punishment task. I was worried that i may not fully conform to Your instructions, so kept the toothbrush up my bottom just in case. It made the burning sensation all the more acute, so i'm glad You approve.

It would be amazing and humiliating to have You and Your sister watch me do it to myself, then sit back watching TV or chatting while i stood against the wall with my bottom starting to burn. Of course i imagine in that scenario, depending on the TV programme You and Your sister were watching or if You hadn't finished Your glass of wine, there may have to be a further 'application' or extension to the time? i'm also not sure if i could control myself in such circumstances either...my mind boggles with the consequences and how that scene would develop (gulp)!

i'm glad You like the photos. It's not an angle i've been used to seeing of myself, so in itself quite embarrassing. it was difficult to apply the toothpaste accurately so looks messy and not all around my bottom hole.

Is that acceptable for You Mistress? Oh this is so humiliating just writing! In answer to Your question, the burning lasted for about 8 - 10 hours, then i could feel it only sporadically.

Mistress, it takes Your superiority and my subjugation and humiliation to a whole new level, but if You want to use the photographs for Your readers, who am i to stop You. Please Mistress, can You make sure there is no background showing and nothing which could incriminate me. 

I do like to imagine little kimmie fully nude on her hands and knees in front of Sue and I, spreading her own cheeks and applying generous dollops of wet toothpaste to that hole, then fucking herself with her pink toothbrush!

Then standing there in the living room like that, nude, squirming, hands on head, little sheet of toilet paper held up against the wall by her nose, toothpaste burning her rectum, toothbrush sticking out her hole, Sue and I distracted with something. Despite the burning, and judging by the tampon "incident", I'm pretty sure that the mere fact of my sister and I ignoring kimmie would make her cum disgracefully against the wall and onto the floor. Wouldn't that be pathetic?

I can hear her tiny little high-pitched voice now... "excuse me Mistress Julie, Mistress Sue... i... i... i had an accident..."

Sue and I would be very angry with kimmie, VERY ANGRY! First she'd be made to lick it up. Off the floor and off the wall, and swallow it down. Then we would give her a different toothbrush and some cleaning supplies, and she would clean everywhere she messed very thoroughly with that toothbrush, the other one still fittingly up her bum.

After that she would come across my knee. But not before asking Sue for a washcloth so I could clean her filthy cummy penis. Once across my knee I would remove the toothbrush from her ass and hand it to Sue. I would then give kimmie such a spanking she will most certainly regret her lack of control. From the photos, kimmie looks to be a very slight boi. I am quite sure I could easily hoist her high across my knees and spank her to tears with very little trouble.

I would then spread kimmie's cheeks and ask Sue to apply a big glob of toothpaste directly to her hole, and another big glob on the brush. As I held her girlish cheeks apart, Sue would scrub that toothpaste deep into her hole and all around her sensitive mucous membranes. A little on the backs of her balls and her cocktip for good measure. I would pull that tiny flaccid cock right out between her legs and stretch it tight as Sue scrubbed the paste onto her tip and into her pee hole as kimmie wailed. I would then reinsert that toothbrush deep into her rectum.

kimmie's next stop will be back up against the wall, showing off her naked spanked girly ass, holding up a piece of toilet paper with her nose as her bottom hole, tiny balls, and penis tip burn, And it would not be five minutes this time. Oh No. This time it would be a FULL HALF HOUR before she would be allowed to fuck herself with her bar of soap and then take herself painfully back home.

Just disgraceful!

It was very interesting allowing the sorts of comments I received on the My Spanked Bottom post. Lots of subbie guys saying what they would do to me if given half a chance. I played along in my responses, and it was tolerable only in the sense where I disassociate it from me being the sub, and instead just collect ideas as a Domme and then imagine my own sub's reactions to being treated like that. If I ever flipped the switch, and thought of myself as the sub I just got very annoyed at the males, and thought "Really? Really that's what you want to do to me? To a dominant woman? Really? Disgusting."

To get rid of that nasty taste, I suggested to david that we have a sex role reversal evening. I would dress in my rough shirt and jeans with a strap-on underneath, and he would dress as the naughty young virgin ripe for some spanking and molesting from "her man". To prepare for the evening, I re-read every one of those filthy comments to fill my head up with ideas.

He came to me en femme. Panties, short plaid schoolgirl skirt, bra and inserts, and a tight little pink halter top that bared his midriff and showed off his bra strap.


He sat beside me as I watched tv. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh. I rubbed up his thigh and under his skirt to his panties. I leaned in and kissed her hard while grabbing her breasts with one hand and sticking my fingers into her panty with my other, finding her hard wet clit and stroking it.

She responded to me and started writhing under my rough caress. She reached over and felt my hard dick through my jeans. She was getting fucked tonight, no doubt!


I took my husband by her hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed,  took her across my knee, and started in on her spanking. I flipped his skirt up her back and lowered her pink panties to bare his plump bottom for its spanking.


First I spanked her with my hand to get her in the mood. But before I intended to fuck this bitch she needed to learn some respect for her man. So out came the paddle and her ass got a blistering. I told her the paddling would stop when I felt she was sincere about taking my cock hard in her mouth and up her ass. It's amazing what a little slut under the paddle will ask for when so highly motivated. She begged me for my cock using the dirtiest language imaginable!

You get what you ask for, slut, I said. I threw her face up onto the bed and took off my clothes. I mounted her head and jack-hammered my cock down the little gagger's throat.

Then I flipped her onto her tummy, made her kneel, and gave her what she really wanted. Hard Domme cock right up her tight little ass hole.


When I had gotten all my frustrations out on his ass hole I made her lick me out with her dirty cunt still hard and drippy. I made him service me through three lovely orgasms. When I was completely satisfied I told her I was done with her and she could get out of what was left of her clothes now.

My husband had to turn off the light and go to sleep with a raw red ass, a brutalized butt hole, and a hard drippy cock.

So fuck you!

I took david to the mall the other day to buy some pants. He was down to just two ratty pairs of more casual pants so he really needed more. He kept putting it off and so I just took him. And you know with me there will always be some adventure involved. I did not disappoint.

We got to the mall and he was instantly surly. What's with males and clothes shopping anyways????  I guess it did not help that parking was a nightmare. We went into one shop, but they didn't have anything suitable. I saw another shop and I headed in there. david complained that it was no good before we even got in. I had to practically drag him in. He looked around very briefly and left right away. I followed him out. He hadn't really given it a chance. He looked at the mall directory and found a Levi's store. He thought we should try there. On the way to that store I saw a Lucky Brand store.


I went in. david, quite petulantly, stayed out in the mall stating that it was effeminate, or something like that. What nonsense!

I saw a big wall of some very nice looking men's pants. I was also helped right away by two very nice young women. There were no other customers and they looked eager to help me. It felt like it had been a dry spell for them. I endured the embarrassment of having to tell them that my husband was sulking outside. They understood immediately, and commiserated how difficult men could be when clothes shopping. We picked out several styles, and then finally david wandered in after I had not come out.

"Here's our model!" said one of the girls cheerilly.

I had told them he was one or two sizes larger than he actually was. I had measured him around the waist with a tape measure before we went, but it seems as if pant waists use different sized inches, and he took a smaller size than I had suggested.

"He's no 42!" one of the girls said. "He looks a lot trimmer than that."

I could see david smiling at the compliment from the attractive young lady.

"Yeah, he looks good!" said the other girl.

Now he was looking downright embarrassed. But I think the girls knew what they were doing, and no doubt it was a good sales tactic.

We sent him to the change rooms to try on a 40. He came out and the girls were very disapproving. The pants did not fit him well at all. Much too baggy in the seat and crotch. We decided he was for sure a 38, if not smaller. So we sent him back in to try on a 38. He came back out again. And he again had our full female attention. They looked like a good fit. A little room to spare in the waist.

"Turn around, sweetie, let's see your ass," I said in front of the girls.

He turned and we consulted with one another. "Looks good," said one of them. His ass did look good.


david said, "you know, it says 'Lucky You' just inside the fly."

"Really? Show us," I said. He asked for it, and I'm never one to back down from a challenge.

david hesitated.

"Come on, show us. Pull down the fly".

"no..." he said.

The girls were fascinated!

"Do I need to put you across my knee? Show us," I said. OMG!!!! Right in front of the girls. They tittered.

david sighed and undid the fly. He got off on it!


"Hmm! So they do," I said, "but I think you'd be the lucky one if I ever saw that."

We picked out five pairs, three jeans of different materials and two other pants.

"Now wasn't that a lot better than the Levi's store would have been," I told him as the girls were ringing him up.

"And the service is a lot nicer!" chimed in one of the girls.

The store was still empty except for us, and the girls had been very playful up to now, so I thought taking it a little further couldn't hurt.

"And you came in and you got your pants like a good boy," I added, "and you didn't even need a spanking this time." I figured in for a penny, in for a pound!

"Oooh," one of the girls reacted, "do you spank him a lot?" she asked coyly with a little grin. These girls were a lot of fun.

"Do I spank you a lot, sweetie?" I asked him.

"yes ma'am" he answered with his head down and blushing up a storm.

"Am I going to put you in your panties tonight and give you a spanking for being such a pain in the ass about your pants shopping?" I asked him.

"yes ma'am," he answered again, really blushing!

"Sounds like fun!" One of the girls said conspiratorially, and they both giggled at david's expense, no doubt picturing my man across my knee getting spanked in nothing but a pulled down little pair of panties.

I LOVE the younger generation!


Born to spank!

A couple of notable communications lately from bloggy readers.

Glenmore

I received an email from a fellow blogger Glenmore who is both a story-writer and an artist. I have him linked in my blog role to the right. the blog is called Glenmore's Adult Spanking Stories & Comics. It features many illustrated stories. He wanted to let me know that one of them was inspired by my blog! It is Bathbrush Encounter - Illustrated FM Spanking Story. He says "Reading blogs like yours gives me lots of ideas and inspiration, so I have written an illustrated story which is loosely based on your various adventures." With Glennies permission I include a few of the images from that story... I think you will be able to see the resemblance!


Just the sort of punishment I would inflict. And my husband does beg me like that to stop, but I know he loves it because of that thing down there. Mind you, when I really want to punish...


And then afterwards... ahhhhhh!

Bathbrush Encounter - Illustrated FM Spanking Story

cbtluvr

luvrboy sent me a series of suggestions. It's the sorts of things that turn him on, eloquently expressed. My comments in blue.

My 'lill sketch slut asked if he could interview me and if I would post the responses on my blog. Happy to!


1. How early on did you discover your own kinks, were their early life experiences where you look back and think: 'That was one of the first times my response was definitely dommy!'?

I didn't know I was for sure kinky in this way until my husband asked me to spank him about five years ago.  But I was kinky in other ways, for sure. One man asked me to pee on him when I was quite young. I did it and found I enjoyed it a lot. He even licked me as I was peeing and that felt soooo good! For some reason I did not tie this activity into BDSM at all and did not pursue anything else (I was young and confused). I just thought he was into this one thing.

I did totally enjoy being a cock tease in high school. I enjoyed getting my dates hard under their pants and not doing anything about it. I distinctly remember enjoying that. I was not afraid of sex (and did give a few hand jobs and blow jobs when in high school), I just found I really enjoyed sending them home hard also.

As a child, I was definitely the bossy one!


2. At what point did you become aware of david having a submissive side? Was it very early or was it some years in? Was it a particular event or did it just come out in conversation? Was it part of the attraction to him?

I was actually pretty clueless until his "great reveal" to me, and that was already several years into our marriage, plus a couple of years dating before that. My boy could sure keep a secret!


3. Do you think that david has become more submissive over time as you have played more intensely?

I don't think so. I keep pushing it more and more and discover new depths in his submissiveness, but I strongly believe it was there all along, it was about how much I had the skill to access.


4. Does david ever act 'macho' or protective of you?

He definitely does and I love it. There was once a confrontation with some drunks in the street and david was cool and composed and navigated our way out of it with assurance. It even got a bit physical and he did not show the slightest fear, which turned me on (after the fact!). Made me want to beat the crap out of him! This man, who was willing to take on three drunks in the street, would submit to me for his beating. Yummy!


5. Do you think there is a clear division between punishment and play spankings for you and david?

They are all play spankings, though our favourite play acting scene is strict wife and misbehaving husband for which I often pick out some real life thing and scene him without warning. Of course, this is where the lines get blurred. After it's all said and done, though, we both know it's a scene and debrief on it after the fact.

On the other hand, if he messes up, he knows a scene might be on its way, and he never refuses once I start in. So he does get punished for real things, but equally so for made up things (I got him legit punishment paddled by his trainer the other day for a totally made up offense).

So it's all very capricious and delicious!


6. Have ideas from your followers fed into how your relationship with david has developed or has it just been at the level of giving you occasional play ideas that have been fun?

Some ideas have been very concrete. But mostly it's just general inspiration and encouragement for me to outdo myself! He's had more public scenes than you can imagine in part because I receive such great feedback from my readers on those.


7. There is plenty of third-person play on your site, as with shop assistants in your recent post. This seems like something that might go out of control with unexpected negative reactions? Is this a concern - or part of the fun?

It for sure is a risk and it gets both of our hearts pumping like crazy with the adrenalin, so it is part of the fun. But I am very careful and monitor closely for any signs of a negative reaction, escalating slowly to keep everybody safe and happy. There have been some non-starters I have not blogged about because of the instant negative reaction to even a small hint.

However, generally our fears are overblown, and there are a great many women who love to see a wife publicly put her man in his place. I know I do! They live vicariously through us, no doubt wishing on occasion that they had such control over they naughty boys.


8. Third person play has mostly involved dominant females(?) Do you see where a male might be involved in domming david? or a second submissive, male or female, might be involved? Is there a safe/workable level for this sort of play that you can see?

I would love to involve another male, but so far that has happened only once: a hand job I arranged for him by a male massage therapist in Spain. However, he has not shown an interest in wanting to play more like that and I respect that.

A second female submissive he would for sure be into and is something I might definitely entertain at some point. I would love if I could make him have sex with her, and then make him suffer the consequences after. Something about having a woman willingly submit to being punished by, say, having to take my husband's cock up her ass just fucking turns me on. But holy crap he would get such a leathering from me afterwards, in front of her, that he might never want to repeat it!

And absolutely there is a safe way to do this. Just go slow and get to know the people you are going to play with.


9. A lot of D/s relationships seem to head toward more 'extreme' expressions like: cuckolding, chastity, forced bi/gay encounters, body modification (piercing, tattoos), bondage, Mistress/slave or stronger '24/7' arrangements. Is there anything that you think might develop on these lines?

I doubt it. We are very happy with our focus on domestic scenes with some public play mixed in, and keeping our play life and real life quite separate. He is not really turned on by those things (though I enjoy the thought of some of them!)


10. Do you find it incongruous for david to make straight 'male on top' love to you when you are aware of his submissive, or even occasionally slightly feminine side?

Not at all. We sometimes do just plain vanilla sex without the BDSM overtones. But I don't orgasm from his cock in my pussy. I need a tongue or strong vibrator down there, so that limits it a bit. I also don't particularly enjoy giving oral.

Also, he confesses that what turns him on the most when he is on top is imagining something a bit submissive for himself. One example he shared was him imagining I as a chambermaid that he was discovered having sex with and his aristocratic mother is behind him, whipping his ass with a crop and insisting he cum into the "little slut" who will be promptly whipped and dismissed after she has received the young master's cum into her pussy.

But no, I don't think of my husband as "submissive" or "feminine" except when the scene calls for me to, mainly because we spend a lot of time interacting in real life as well, I suppose, where he is neither of those two things. To us it's just fun play - like children!

11. Is there something about your vanilla life work, relaxation, hobbies that you would like to share?

I always feel I had better not. I like keeping "Julie" (not my real name) separate from my real life. But after many years of blogging, Julie has become my kinky avatar, and mixing my "real name" with all this kink is somehow less fun for me.


12. Do you get many hurtful or nasty comments that your followers never see?

Almost none. I generally can't resist the temptation to publish them so that I can tell them off (with kindness mostly?). I'll only not publish if we've already been back and forth and I want the last word.


13. Has there ever been a 'scene' that has turned into a 'train-wreck', perhaps where david has safe-worded out of a scene or been really resentful about how a scene has developed? So perhaps, scenes you would never repeat? Or do these things get sorted out OK in after the event open chats?

Yes. We once scened with a supposed pro and it was a disaster. I didn't even blog about it. But fortunately I was there and not afraid to control the action to keep him safe. Generally not when it has just been the two of us as I am very careful (much more so than my general readers assume).


14. Has david stated any hard limits? have any of these been relinquished?

Chastity and involving males are the two main hard limits that I would want to explore and he does not. So far not significantly relinquished!


15. David doesn't know about your blog. Do you think this will ever change?

I am constantly aware that he might discover it. For all I know he already has and it would be just like him to post anonymous comments and not let on (he is dastardly that way). He would respect the fact that this blog is my thing, and as long as I am discrete about our real life he would be encouraging, so I am not worried. If you're reading this, sweetie, thank you! I love you!


16. Do you have a 'dream scenario' or ultimate scene that you would like to do in real life with david?

Yes, I would like to meet up with another couple and have the boys 69 one another while the wives spank. I do believe you've drawn that one for me, in fact!

For some reason, recently I have gotten into comment exchanges regarding my being "overly sadistic" with my david, and risk harming him psychologically. Other choice comments are "If I find out my wife was capable of doing that to me, or that she was turned on by seeing me in that state, I would get rid of her in a hot second." and "In other words, even if I said I wanted that, I would not feel good knowing that she enjoyed it."

While my first thought was that point of view is narrow minded and intolerant for an ostensibly kinky person, I decided to cover my bases by checking in with david on the severity level of his spankings.

So quite outside of any scene I sat down with him and we discussed it. He told me that I am not going too hard on him, that the severity is just right for his taste. He enjoys the variety of severities that I dole out, and he feels most submissive when he is being spanked the hardest. He really appreciates that he feels completely safe when I am spanking him.

I asked him if he was turned off knowing that I enjoy going really, really hard. He thought I was crazy for asking that. He said of course not! He said he loved knowing that the harder he gets beaten the more turned on I get, and he said it eggs him on to take harder and harder spankings. He said I was surely one in a million and that it was a great gift to him that things turned out this way. So sweet!

He did say that he likes to vocalize during his spankings, and say things like "no, please no, please stop" when the spanking started getting really intense. He says it helps him feel even more submissive. But recently he is feeling he has to hold back on those vocalizations because he has noticed that I lower the intensity or soon end the spanking after he says things like that, and that is not at all his intent. Now what's funny is that of course I know this about him, even insist on the vocalizations to express himself, and am not conscious of reacting that way to his vocalizations. In fact, I assumed I was doing the opposite!

Well, as it happens with us spankos, talking about this put us both in the mood for a spanking! david asked me for a really, really intense paddling to his lower butt cheeks. I promised I would do that for him, and promised it would get harder when he started begging for it to stop. But then I wondered how would I know when I had passed his high limit if I am giving up my usual methods of assessment. So I decided I should start back as a beginner, and gave him the "Yellow" safe word to use when he had passed his limit.

I went and got my little hardwood paddle. I made david strip to bare. I took him across my knee and told him this was going to be a no-holds-barred grade-A punishment paddling. Just what he asked for. He squirmed across my lap and I could feel his hard cock digging into my skirted thigh. He was clearly excited for his punishment paddling.

I started in and immediately went hard at his twin spank spots.  Before too long I was getting the reaction I expect from him. It felt nice knowing I had the yellow safe word. It was liberating. It was liberating me to spank him harder and harder.


Now this is where the sadist in me starts coming out. Usually I keep her caged up, but for these intense spankings I let her out to play!

When I start seeing the legs shaking, the feet kicking, the fists clenching and hitting the floor. The sweat. The eyes watering. When I hear his crying out at the strikes. When I see his butt start to go past red to something nastier. Well that's when I start getting turned on. I simultaneously start getting angry at him for not taking it better. "You little wimp!" I think to myself as I see him struggling under the paddle. "You will fucking take more and I don't give a shit, you pansy-assed excuse for a man."

Oh fuck. That guy's right. I am a terrible woman!

I was spanking him harder and harder and then the begging and pleading for it to stop started in.

"Julie! Please! No more! I've had enough! Please no more! PLEASE!!!"

It's funny because I caught myself at that moment in exactly what david was telling me. I really felt the urge to back it off and potentially end it at this point. I mean, it is really hard to get past the pleading. It was like a psychological impediment to my continuing.

I guess there's some small modicum of redeeming decency left in me.

But I was on a mission, at my husband's very specific request, to erase even that from my soul, so I totally ignored his cries and pleading and just kept at it, hard and fast as I could by now.

I was really exerting myself, and with a pretty heavy paddle, and still I did not get my Yellow! I reminded him "I still haven't heard that magic word from you. You remember what it is don't you?"

"I know what it is," he said, "but I swear I won't use it. I swear!" And then he even raised his ass up high submissively across my lap, his ass begging me for more. I obliged.

I judged we were done, and david had submissively taken all I could dole out. But I still wanted my Yellow. I told him, "If you don't say your magic word, you won't get to get on your knees right here and now and lick my pussy!"

"Yellow! Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!" he cried out.

He slipped off my lap onto his knees in front of where I was seated. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties to the side of my cunt, and started licking me. Did I ever cum hard and fast I was so turned on!

It was so amazing.

"What do you want?" I asked him. "You can have anything you want right now," I offered him. He would have been allowed to fuck me in the ass if that's what he asked for.

"May I lick your asshole while I jerk myself off?" he asked. He was still feeling a mite submissive.

I smiled at him and took him upstairs to our bedroom. I put him face up on the bed. Right on his sore ass. I fetched my Magic Wand, plugged it in, stripped, and sat on his face looking down his body. I told him to get in there properly and lick!


He did so after licking his right hand and jerking his hard cock. I love the visual of him jerking his cock. I used the vibrator on my clit. I saw he was getting ahead of me so I told him to drop his cock. I loved that it was rock hard, sticking straight up, glistening, and quivering with the anticipation of an ejaculation.

I got myself closer and told him to start rubbing himself again, but to ask me for my permission before cumming. He asked me for permission and I told him no, and made him put his hand by his side again. Remember, he still has his tongue licking my asshole this whole time. The I let him go again. I am right on the edge, and then he asks for permission and I grant it this time.

He sticks his tongue into my ass as deep as it will go and frantically rubs his penis. Then he spurts a giant load onto his tummy and that's too much for me, because I cum hard again watching his semen spurt as he bucks and writhes beneath me.

OMG...

So, yes. Guilty as charged. An inveterate unapologetic sadist and proud of it.

A very sexy scene the other night that started out with a potentially missing wallet...


david was at work, it was midday, and he had gone out by himself to grab a quick standup lunch. That's when he noticed that his wallet was missing. I'm sure most of you are familiar with that sinking feeling. He thought back to where it could possibly be. He and I had gone out the night before and he remembered getting some cash out of his wallet to pay for parking. Sometimes he is careless with his wallet in that situation, and just throws it into the door pocket. He thought it might be there but he was not at all confident in that.

So he hurried back to where he parks the car, about a ten minute walk. All along the way he was imagining everything he would have to do if the wallet was lost, such as cancel credit cards, get new driver's license and health card, and so on. Then he imagined how amazing he would feel if he opened the car door and there it was. And the opposite, imagining opening the door with great anticipation, and then after a frantic search it not being there, and that sinking feeling.

Not being a religious man, he did however start "making deals" with The Universe.

One thing he had been thinking about recently (unbeknownst to me) was asking me to take him out on a humiliating shopping experience looking for a babydoll nightie. We had just done the pants shopping thing, and that got him thinking about it. However, he had decided against asking me to do it. It was just too humiliating. Did he really need that in his life? What if he was recognized? So he had talked himself out of it.

As he was walking back to the car to look for his wallet, he decided on the deal he would make with The Universe. If only his wallet was there in the car, he would ask me to take him shopping for his babydoll nightie. As he says it, his INCREDIBLY STUPID promise.

Well, sure enough, the wallet was there. Not in the door pocket, but rather on the driver's seat car floor, just ready to spill out onto the pavement. Very careless! And now to make it right he would have to subject himself to that incredibly humiliating shopping experience.

He told me this whole story when we both got home. No time like the present, I said. Wouldn't want The Universe getting mad at my dumb bunny hubby by putting it off.

But first... across my knee for a bit of a comeuppance with the hairbrush. I gave him a good scolding for his carelessness as I spanked his bare bottom rosy. Across my knee we developed a new method for what he would do each and every time he got his wallet out to pay for parking. It involved putting it away in the right place. And then checking one more time it was put away in the right place before driving off. I made him repeat the steps of his new method to me as I reinforced the lesson into his naughty bare backside with my hairbrush. Some males can just be so dense and they need the fanny pain to help them to remember ;-)

After his well-earned spanking I told him to put on a pair of panties. This pair in fact.


He had promised The Universe a humiliating shopping experience, and I was determined to make sure that happened. I knew he would be trying on nighties, so he needed something that would look cute with them: therefore these panties. I decided that we would go to Addition Elle, a store for the larger woman with a great collection of lingerie. We had gone to one previously to buy him panties and we were treated very well. I let him know where we were going and that I would certainly let the salesgirls know he was in panties, and he would be trying on that babydoll with pants off and panties on.  david looked very pained at that announcement, starting to realize what he was in store for.

There was an outlet nearby that we drove to quickly.


I took him by the hand and we went right on in towards the lingerie area.


How embarrassing must this be for my husband? Going into an "inner sanctum" like this and knowing we were there for him and would be making no bones about it. I myself was feeling a bit nervous as well. I always am nervous, fearing that we would not get a good reception, or that I would offend the sales help.

It was one of their smaller stores and was quite empty. The only people there were two employees so far as I could tell. One of them approached us. A young plus sized shorter gal with pale skin and red hair. She asked if she could help us with anything. Another employee was right nearby as well, hanging out behind the counter.

I launched right into it.

"Hi! I hope this is ok. That it doesn't offend you or anything, but we're looking for something for my husband to wear in the bedroom. Something sexy."

She looked a little taken aback by that, but was not mean or anything. Just a bit surprised. She tentatively asked us "what kind of thing are you looking for..." But she did not look comfortable.

"More like sleepwear, or lingerie, but sexy?  Not panties, he has panties. He's wearing a pair right now in fact," I ventured.

This first girl was still looking a bit uncomfortable, and that's when, fortunately, the lady who was behind the counter stepped up and took charge. The first seemed eager enough to yield the floor. This other lady was absolutely gorgeous. He name was Leasa and she looked a lot like this photo.


First she put us right at our ease. She told us not to be worried in the least. They have more guys than we would think coming in and they are always happy to serve them. She was friendly and warm and open. david looked incredibly embarrassed, nonetheless. She saw him blushing and looking down at his feet and she teased, "don't be like that, it's fine, no need to be embarrassed."

"But it's so embarrassing," said david.

"I know it is," she answered with a grin, "but we'll get you through it."

The she went to a rack and pulled down a corset of all things and said "how about this?"


It was a gorgeous Ashley Graham Glamour Corset with matching Dessee thong panty. All glorious white satin and lace. How amazing that she went right for the most humiliating garment possible!

"What do you think, david?" I asked. I could see he wanted it despite the embarrassment of now needing to say so out loud.

"That... that... looks good," he stammered. My little shame slut could not resist agreeing to anything our pretty sales lady suggested!

I also asked about a nightie, and Leasa showed us a few, including things I would characterize more as sexy slips that looked like the below.


I asked Leasa how we could know it would fit. Should he just slip it on on here in the store over his clothes?  Leasa said "He can try it on, of course. Let me get you a change room." We followed her into the change room area.


She said she would put us in the larger room so we could go in together and have some fun (!). We went in, david and I, with the corset and the nightie. Leasa closed the door on us. The walls were high, but there was space above so that everything we said could definitely be heard.

"Ok, david, take off your clothes," I said in a strong voice. "Leave your panties on". This was definitely overheard by Leasa.

"Let's try your nightie first." I helped david to slip it on over his head. He was dressed in nothing underneath except his polka dot and lace panties and had become erect, pushing out the front of his panties, his cock and balls clearly outlined.

"How's everything? Does it fit?" asked Leasa from outside the door.

david opined that it did not fit that well. The 1x was bit tight around his middle. I opened the door and invited Leasa in for her opinion. david practically died and cowered in the corner as Leasa walked in. I made him step out and pulled at the material at his midsection to show her.

"A bit tight," she agreed. She approached david, "may I just double check?" and she reached for the back of the neck to confirm the size. "It's a 1x. I think he needs a 2x." She left to go fetch some, closing the door behind her as she left.

david was in shock. Ha ha! There he was in nothing but a humiliating pair of panties and a very short and sexy slip in front of a complete stranger. The bright pink of the panties poked out every time he moved in stark contrast to the black satin of the sexy slip. The Universe was starting to exact its payment, for sure.

I told david he should try on the corset. I took the slip off him and we stuffed him into his corset. It had a dozen or so metal clasps at the front. Between the two of us we were able to get it on, though it was a tight squeeze. Surprisingly, once we saw it was on, we realized that the fit was just perfect and gave his body a nice curvy appearance which was quite womanly, including large breasts. The breast cups were sufficiently stiff and supportive that they held their shape without any help. Oh my gosh but he was adorable in it! He put on the white thong panty as well, on top of his pink panty.


Leasa came back with a whole bunch of nighties, and draped them all across the top of the doorway.

"The corset is perfect," I called out to her. "We're definitely taking that!" I couldn't wait to show Leasa david in the corset she had picked out, but decided to leave that for the end. We still had nighties to try on. We tried on several of the nighties / slips, but a black satin and lace slip in 2x looked sexiest by far. I opened the door and invited Leasa back in to have a look. david had the nightie now over his corset.

"That looks like a good fit," said Leasa.

"The corset too," said david. It was clear he had it on under his nightie because of the white bra cups just poking out the top, and his shapely shape. I thought we should give Leasa a preview.

"Lift up the bottom of your slip," I told david, "let Leasa see."

david lifted the front up to his waist to show the bottom of his corset and his dual panties, white satin over pink polka dot. He was erect and the panties held his cock up against his abdomen. But the outline of his cock and balls were clearly visible through the shear material of the panty.

"Very Nice!" said Leasa, in reference to his corset or to his package, I'm not quite sure. Not a gal to be intimidated in the least. david, of course, was very humiliated to be forced to display his current state of sexual arousal at being dressed en femme to this strange lady.

Leasa left again with some of our discards to put away. I took the nightie off from david's head but left him in the corset for now.

"Leasa, you have to come see the full effect!" I called out to her.

She popped back in and now got to see david in his full glory wearing only his corset and panties. He looked so exposed like that in his panty and with a corset that slimmed his waist, broadened his hips, and made him look like he had large feminine breasts.

I made him turn to show it to Leasa from the back. The evidence of his earlier hairbrush spanking was still quite clear to see exposed beneath his cheeky pink panty. Leasa didn't comment on it, but it was clear as day that he had been spanked, and spanked soundly, before coming here. I made him turn back around to face us. "Your cheeks are blushing," I told him. The comment applied equally to his face and to his butt!

"He's really rocking that," she said, referring to his corset. "I'm envious. He wears it better than me."

"She is rocking it," I agreed, emphasizing my use of the feminine pronoun. As I said this I stepped behind him and gave him a big open-handed whack to the seat of his panties. That made david jump and blush furiously in front of Leasa, and become ever more erect under his panty. She had a big smile on her face. It's lovely to "turn the tables like this" and sexually objectify a male with pretty lingerie and a smack to his shapely seat.

The corset has stocking stays, so of course we needed some stockings. "We need stockings with these," I told Leasa. I followed her out to the stocking area. "You stay there," I told david, leaving the change room door wide open. david again found his corner away from the door and cowered in it, not thinking he was allowed to shut the door if I hadn't. Smart boy. Saved himself a licking!

Leasa and I selected a black stay-up stocking with lace at the tops. We would both have preferred white but they were all out.


We went back into the change rooms and I finally allowed david to re-dress in his boy's clothes (except for his panties, of course). I then handed david all his selections and told him that he needed to go and pay for them now.

As Leasa took her time ringing up his purchases we exchanged a bit of banter between the three of us. david turned to me and hugged me and said "thank you so much for doing this for me!"

Leasa volunteered that she thought david looked really sexy in these things.

"Well I'm going to take him right home, dress him up, and ravish him," I said.

"Will you give me a spanking too in my girl's clothes?" asked david, softly, hopefully, blushing. The shame slut!

"Another one? Of course I will, sweetie, right across my knee. I won't even need to pull down that sexy thong, though I might anyways," I responded devilishly. "You're going to have such a red little bottom, even redder than it is now," I added.

"You guys sound like you're going to have a fun evening!" Said Leasa. "My evening is going home and watching Netflix."

I was of course tempted to invite her over after work, given that remark. But something about the way she was interacting with us made me think she was fine with a married couple getting it on, but that suggesting she be a part of it would not necessarily be welcomed. I certainly didn't want to spoil the experience at this stage.

"Thank you so much for being so much fun and being so accommodating," I said instead to Leasa.

"No problem at all," she said. "We're really open and inclusive of everything here," she added. "Were you ok with it?" she asked my david.

"Yeah, but it was embarrassing," replied david.

"But you wouldn't do it if you didn't like it, right?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am" said david to her.

"Next time we'll have to get you into a bra," she said. Oh my gosh, I think she knew all about what cross-dressers want!

Leasa had a fun smirk on her face as I again took david by the hand and led him out of the store to be dressed up, spanked again, and thoroughly ravished.

Here is the full ensemble we bought for david.

david allowed me to take some "private" photos of him to share with Sue. Aren't those legs pretty!

Someone's gettin' paddled!

And here is my husband after I further reddened his cheeks across my knee as promised. The spots are what happens when you give a paddling on top of another, apparently. My but how he kicked those pretty stockinged legs and hollered. Doesn't the lingerie frame the target area perfectly?

Well summer has finally arrived in Canada-land. My husband and I were outside cleaning up the patio. We had just bought a fancy new garden hose as our old one had sprung leaks. His job was to hook it up and figure out how it worked. Not so easy as it is an "X Hose". First you turn on the water, and the hose expands. And then you flip a valve, and the water flows. Very complicated for a hose.


I was doing some planting and must have looked very hot and sweaty, so my darling, darling husband thought it would be "fun" to try out the new hose on me. He didn't drench me or anything. It was just a quick squirt that caught me by surprise.

He wanted to play...

I threw down my gardening implements and chased after him. He gave me another little squirt as I came after him, but I managed to grab the hose from him with one hand, and grab him by his ear with the other.

I marched him into a corner of our small patio garden. "Strip!" I told him.

"Out here?" he complained, "Someone will see!"

"Good. Strip." I said, pointing the hose at him as if it were a gun. It wasn't serious. We were both giggling.

Our next door neighbors could theoretically see into our patio, but I didn't think they were home (and so what if they were!). The patio garden opens to the street in our residential neighborhood, but there's a relatively high fence around most of it, and our garage on one side, our house on the other. Somebody could walk in from the street through the patio gate, but what's the chance of that?

He started removing his clothes. I made him hand them all to me until he was completely bare naked. I put them down on the patio table and turned back to him. He was naked and cornered. I lifted the house and started spraying him. I adjusted the stream to maximum power and drenched the shit out of him! Ha Ha! I got closer to him and sprayed at all his dangly bits and between his ass cheeks. I stopped the hosing, made him face me with his hands on his head and back against the wall. I then took dead aim at his cock and balls and sprayed them hard from maybe five feet away. Ouchie! He covered and cowered and I just kept hosing him down with the cold water all over. Payback!

Squirt a Strict Domme Wife like me will he? I wasn't done yet.

I told him not to move. I got my garden shears and took a couple of fresh twigs from our trees. With my garden knife I prepared them into perfect switches.

Ms. Amber Pixie Wells (http://spankingpixie.com/). No doubt cutting the switch to be used on herself, but I can see her power and confidence shining through that she could easily be cutting that switch to use on YOU!

I put one down on the patio table next to his clothes. The other I held in my hand and swished through the air a few times.

"Come here," I told him.

"oh oh..." said david as he approached me, all wet and naked. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and then started switching him with my right.


In an attempt to get away he danced 360 degrees all around me, yelping and jumping as I switched his ass, legs, and flanks. We made another turn, and another, and another until I wore out that switch.

Then I took him to a tree against our back fence. I told him to wrap his arms around the tree and hug it. I ducked into the garage and came out with a short length of nylon rope. I quickly tied his wrists together around the tree. I am very good with knots.

I got the other switch I had prepared and came back to him at the tree. I then started whipping him with the fresh switch to his ass. He tried to shirk away from me but he could only get so far, tied up as he was and blocked from moving fully around the tree by the fence. But I was also a bit indiscriminate. Equally happy to switch his legs or flanks if they offered me a better angle.

I didn't know it at the time, and he did not use his safeword, but I injured his penis a bit against the tree. He rubbed it against the rough tree bark as he tried to avoid his switching. It wasn't too bad, but it was chaffed from the tree bark and might be sore for a couple of days. I am considering punishing myself for that. It was careless of me. Suggestions, sigh, welcomed.


At any rate, I did not know that at the time, so I wore out that second switch on him as well, shattering the end and breaking it in two as he made frantic cock love to the tree bark.  I told him he could stay there, tied naked to the tree, switch marked, and still wet, until I returned to untie him. It was warm and sunny so he would be fine. Then I went into the house leaving him there.

Of course, fear of discovery must have been uppermost in his mind. After about five minutes I left our house quietly through the front door and walked back around to the patio gate. I even put on my heels so he could hear them clicking as I came. I then yelled out in a disguised voice, "Hello? Julie? Are you there?"

I walked onto our patio from the street and he was just cowering there, tied to his tree. He was very relieved that it was just lil ol me! I untied him and kissed him and sent him inside to lick his wounds as I continued my gardening.

Overreaction to a little hose fun?  Maybe!

Here is what his bum looked like after his switching. You know you're getting a bit "Internet famous" when you search Google Images for "spanking marks from a switching" and find you husband's ass on the top row!

That's pretty good too.

This one also

This is a girl. Nice neat lines though. She clearly didn't jump around like my man did!

This little one got tied up then switched. Sort of like I did to david, but I made him hug his tree, which explains the chaffed penis!

Yuck. I did it. The whole load. Blechhhh!


As you may have read on my last post, Husband Hosed and Switched, I got a little over zealous with my husband and injured the tip of his penis while switching him. His bare penis got abraded by the tree I had him tied to. Some say it was his fault for moving around so much, but I blame myself.

In situations like this, to remind me to be a good Domme, I feel it only right that I assign myself a penance and then carry it out. My husband does not know I am doing this. That would be doing subby hubby no favours. I do it quietly with him none the wiser.

My readers helped by suggesting a few possible punishments in the comments. Several suggested I need to give his cock some TLC with my mouth as penance, and I was thinking along those same lines myself.

It's not that I hate giving head. I've had a lot of experience, with several different first boys then men over the years. I've got my bag of tricks, and I don't dislike it. However, it has always struck me as a bit of a subby thing to do, especially if you let him cum, and even more especially if you let him cum into your mouth.

Which brings us to the age old question of spit or swallow. When a male is sufficiently fortunate to have me give him head, I am firmly, firmly, in the "spit" camp.


I know it's not nice for a boy to watch us girls run to the sink and spit out their precious ejaculate as if we were vomiting, but I personally find it really nasty tasting. Right from that first taste of pre-cum to the goey load that follows, it's just not pleasant. In earlier days  I would do just that, right into the sink. Later on, my more usual go to is to spit it into his mouth for him to swallow. I mean, if he honestly thinks I should do that, then what's good for the goose is good for the gander!

So, for my penance, I decided I needed to swallow. I knew it would be difficult, but it needed getting done.

That's me alright

I had him stand in front of me. I got down on my knees, dropped his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. I started sucking on it. I let it go a bit deep which gets my saliva flowing, and then I use it to the max. I am always super careful with teeth, of course. If he feels teeth it's because I want him to.

I guided his hands to the back of my head and encouraged him to pull me onto him. He must have thought I'd gone mad. Here's a quote from Cosmo (A Blow Job Beginner's Guide to Spitting or Swallowing) that's just too good to not reproduce here.

Speaking of which, let's talk about face-fucking real quick, because you can't ask your mom about it and the hypersexual 12-year-olds on Yahoo Answers know nothing. At the risk of being indelicate, face-fucking is where a guy grabs your head and fucks your face like it is your vagina. Or, if you would rather I be more delicate, it's when a gentleman makes love to your mouth while leaving your petticoats down and your hands free to needlepoint.

There are some things that a lot of men like during blow jays that you might not be so into, because porn. Gagging on a penis, choking on come, watering eyes, general discomfort. Not something most women spend all day looking forward to, but guys like it.

I did receive some of the above mentioned "face fucking" and other general unpleasantness.


Not very long after I could taste (yuck) it coming, and then very soon after several hot warm spurts down my throat and onto the roof of my mouth.

Ewwww. I could barely swallow it. I seriously considered backtracking.


But no, penance is penance, so I sucked it all in and swallowed every last drop like a proper little slut.

So cute. I would fuck her in a second!

When david asked me what had gotten into me, I told him that I just felt like doing that today, and he better not get used to it!

Well, I guess I did find a snowball in July. David actually spanked his trainer, Mags!!!


In honour of this "special edition" of Strict Julie Spanks I am gong to capitalize my husband's name.

Mags has recently been on "a break" from her boyfriend. David asked if she'd been dating. She said she hadn't, as they were only on a break. David talked it out, and it seemed as if they were more split up than just having a break. Based on what he heard, David advised Mags that there was almost a 100% certainty that her former boyfriend was out seeing other girls. This had not occurred to Mags, but it made sense to her. So she subsequently started dating some boys, and little gossip that he was, they talked all about her dates during training.

David found out that she liked very polite boys who looked after her. Who held the door. Who made sure the waiter kept her drink full at the restaurant. But she does not like short boys. The boy needs to be taller than her. But he does not need to be overly muscular at all. Tall and thin is good, but with some muscle definition and in good shape. But he needs a job. He needs to be going somewhere. He can't be living within his parent's house.

He asked if she wanted a submissive boy, or a dominant one. She was conflicted. She likes a dominant man. She likes sex like that. She wants to be fucked, and have her hair pulled, and all that. But she also really enjoys being on top as well. David suggested she might want a switchy boy. She wasn't sure those things mixed. David asked if she wanted to be spanked by her man. Mags said that she would, but her old boyfriend didn't really do that to her at all, just a bit, playfully.

So that was all background leading up to this.

A week ago it came out that Mags birthday was coming up: 23 years old. David asked what she was doing for her birthday and she said, "coming here I guess," because her birthday fell on their regular Wednesday training day, and she has no family in Toronto. She would be celebrating with friends only on the weekend. Knowing Mags has a bit of a submissive nature, and was between boyfriends, he teased her that she had nobody to give her paddy whacks on her birthday, but that he would be pleased to help out in that regard. Quite to his surprise, she blushed and giggled and said, "Oh My Gosh! I haven't got Paddy Whacks since I was a little kid!"


"Well next week then," he said, and she did not refuse.

David told me all this after that session. She might be disappointed, but he could still pass it off as a joke and just ignore it next session if I objected. I told him he should definitely go for it! "Like, on her bare bum?" he asked. "Whatever you can get away with," I said.

You guys must think I'm crazy, right? To let my husband do that to a pretty young lady.  I really don't mind. He does have a switchy nature, but it hardly ever gets indulged as I never bottom (oh, maybe a little spanking here and there with me in firm control, but never a true bottom). And he and I are not really engaged in an FLR. We only roleplay that we are, and sometimes convince other people of it, but we really are equals. I know, you wouldn't know it from my blog, but that's actually the way it is. So, yes, my mischievousness does indeed extend to my husband.

You're also probably wondering why I didn't want to partake.  For one thing, I'm usually home late Wednesday evenings after training is done. For another, why not let him and Mags have their fun.

So David told me the full story afterwards.

She came in wearing her normal clothes that she wears to work. David immediately wished her a happy birthday at the door. She then went to change, as she normally does, into her exercise attire. She wore what David describes as a black onesie top that showed off her cleavage, and down below, rather than her usual Yoga pants, she wore a pair of grey loose fitting track shorts. She had never worn that outfit before, and David suspected that maybe she was expecting a spanking.

"So, let's go," she said, "grab the 8 lbs, running in place."

"Hold on a minute there," said David, "I think somebody needs their birthday spanking before we get started..."

He says she giggled and blushed but agreed. "Oh My Gosh," she said, "I haven't had this done since I was a kid."

"What will it be," asked David, "the belt, the leather paddle, the little crop?" She looked a bit worried, "or I can just use my hand?"

"Yes," she said, "just use your hand. Here, I'll bend over the ball like this." As she said this she went to the big exercise ball, put her hands on it, and bent over with her legs straight and together, and her back arched, pushing out her butt.


David stood beside her but facing the opposite direction, and pulled up her loose track shorts into the crack of her ass, baring her upper thighs and ass cheeks completely.


"Oh no! I can't believe I'm doing this!" she said nervously but with a laugh in her voice.

David kept pulling her shorts deep into her crack as he counted out 23 smacks and then one to grow on. He spanked lightly to her low butt cheeks, alternating side to side with a few smacks low across the center. David says she wiggled excitingly against his arm and jiggled her bare cheeks suggestively as he spanked her.

"Ow Ow Ow!" she said but in a fun way. David was going very lightly on her. "That really hurts," she said, "I don't know how you take that."

"There we go," he said, finishing up with a big smack low across both her cheeks, "Happy Birthday!"

"Thank You!" she said, apparently looking pleased that she got her birthday spanking from my tall, handsome, polite, and successful husband.

David commented on her shorts. How he had never seen them before and yet how perfect they were for spanking. According to him she blushed and looked bashful and said, "honestly, I never even thought about that when I chose them...". Hmmmm.

They then went ahead and did their usual training, and, as usual, she did not spare the crop despite her submissive display.

At the end, David said, "wait, you still need part two of your birthday spanking, with the implements."

"Ok!" she said, quite eagerly apparently.

David picked up the three implements she had used on him during their session: the belt, the crop, and the leather paddle.

She looked nervous about the implements but bent over again.

This time David got bold and yanked her track shorts down to her ankles. That's when he discovered that her top was actual a onesie, but cutting deep into her ass cheeks like a thong. He tells me that while the material in back was very thin, he did not see any glimpse of pussy. But her cheeks were completely bare and her thong totally disappeared into her ass crack.


First he used the belt. He doubled it up and counted out her first seven. He went very lightly but she yelped nevertheless and said, "Oh My God that hurts! And you're not even doing it hard, are you?"

Then he used the leather paddle, and likewise paddled her cheeks seven times with a similar reaction from her.

Finally he gave her the remaining seven with the crop.  Again, he went very light with the crop but she seemed to feel it. He did say that her "one to grow on" was a little stricter than the rest, though.

"There we go," he said and thoughtfully pulled up her shorts for her, modestly re-covering her freshly pinkened cheeks.

She commented on how much those implements hurt, and then remarked again that it was despite how lightly he went. He asked her to show her the strength of his belt swings against the ball and confirmed that they were nothing at all like hers. She said she goes all out and really swings it with everything she has. She said she doesn't know how he can take it!

Again, she seemed very grateful for her birthday spanking. On the way out, David gave her a very nice birthday gift by way of a giant bonus in an envelope (the equivalent of a month's worth of sessions). She only opened it after she left, and texted him,

Thank you for your very generous birthday gift!!!!!

He responded,

My pleasure, especially the spanking part!

Kids will be kids I suppose...


After I extracted all these detes from him, we made vanilla love, me pretending to be Mags. First I made him lick me, and then I invited him into my pussy for a good hard fuck, just like I'm sure she wanted him to do bent across that exercise ball!