Well, it was xmas time again, and guess what gift my husband david got from my sister Sue? Yup! A nice, healthy, handy! It was not the first time, either, she has given him handjobs from time to time, even as an xmas gift before.


My sister is by now completely into girls. So for her it's more a fun mechanical act to make a male blow his load, and she enjoys doing it. The process is pretty funny when you think of it.

Sue had told me of his xmas gift, and I had told him. Yesterday she came over to make good. We were all in our living room, when she said, "Christmas gift time. Let's get started. Strip," she said.

david looked bashful but began removing all his clothes. When he was butt naked (and already erect!) she made him get on his hands and knees on our coffee table, and spread his legs a bit. She asked me if I had any lube. I told her I did and went to fetch it. I also brought her latex gloves in case she didn't want to get her hands dirty. She put on the gloves, put lube on her hands, and began stroking him.

"Say mooo," she said, as she milked his penis with her hand. She used her other hand alternately on his balls and on his bum-hole. She also give him little spanks every now and then.

"Are you enjoying your Christmas gift?" she asked him.

"Oh yes Ma'am!" he responded.


I enjoyed watching. I suppose it's ok if he gets a handy from my lesbo sister once a year! I jumped up and got a saucer, and put it on the coffee table under his cock.

But Sue wanted it to last longer. So when he seemed near she stopped and started smacking his dick! "No! Not yet!" She said as she slapped at his penis. Then she reached behind him, grabbed his balls, and squeezed pretty hard I would judge based on his reaction, "calm yourself," she said.

Then she started back in stroking him. She went through this sequence about a half dozen times before allowing him his release, and david had a big healthy ejaculation right into the saucer.

I took the saucer from under his cock, and moved it to under his head. "Lick it up and swallow it," I told him. He bent down and started licking and swallowing. I needed to hold the saucer in place for him. Meanwhile Sue took off her gloves and washed her hands in the kitchen.

When she came back she was holding the big wooden spoon.

"Oh no!" said david, upon seeing that. He hates spankings after having just cum.

"Oh yes," she said. "It's a wank and a spank, didn't Julie tell you?" We have a spanko friend in England who calls it that.

She sat on a chair, brought him across her lap, and then gave him a wooden spoon spanking, and none too light, either!

Once his spanking was over, she stood him up, gave him a peck on his cheek, and asked if he liked his gift?

"yes ma'am," he said, with a blush.

No spanking on this post. Just sex.


I've mentioned quite often that my husband and I are not in a 24x7 FLR, but that we enjoy role-playing we are in one from time to time (enjoy it a lot!). Sometimes we just have "normal" sex with one another without the roles.

Yesterday evening was one such. I thought I would describe what we did, as I see very few detailed descriptions from real couples on the kinds of sex they actually engage in.

He knew I was horny from a few days back, but it was one thing or another, so I came to him at about 10pm yesterday (earlier than we usually go to bed) and asked if he was coming to bed. He knew what the meant and came up with me. He went straight into the ensuite bathroom and shaved. The sound of him shaving turns me on, because I know his mouth will be all smooth for me!

We both got naked and we knelt up facing one another on the bed. We started kissing. He also started fondling my butt and my tits which I liked a lot.

We lay down next to one another and continued kissing. Our tongues played with one another's. Sometimes he would push his deep into my mouth, and sometimes I would do the same to him. I reached down and started gently stroking the tip of his cock (which is all I could reach). He licked his fingers and started playing with my pussy. We spent about 10 minutes like this.

Then he flipped around and we got into a sideways 69 position. He put his head directly between my thighs. He rested his head on my lower thigh, and I rested my upper thigh on his head. I pulled a  pillow and put it under my head, and started gently kissing his penis.

He started by just kissing my pussy lips. Kissing and breathing on me. Drives me wild! Then he was nibbling at my labia. Gently pulling with his closed lips. Then his tongue started darting gently towards my clit. Before long he was licking me everywhere on and in my pussy. He put his one arm around around behind me and stroked my ass cheeks. Then he licked a finger and pushed it inside of me to tickle my G-spot. He put his other hand on my abdomen and pulled the skin up towards my chest which totally exposed my clit to his tongue. This lasted another 10 minutes or so. Meanwhile I was sucking and kissing him, which also excites me.

Sensing I was ready to cum, and knowing my very favourite position, he switched me into it for the final part. It's a position I can't find illustrated anywhere, so I'll have to describe it. I think david invented it!

From the side-by-side 69 he turns me around so that my back is facing him. I pull my knees up into a fetal position. He puts a pillow between my knees so that he has good access to my pussy from behind. He puts a pillow under his head so that he is at just the right level. His top arm is free to roam all over my body. His bottom arm is underneath me and wraps back so that he can touch my tummy or my pussy with it.

Then he licks me from behind. He has fantastic full access to me. Meanwhile his hands are roaming all over my body. He touches my skin all over which is so exciting. He grabs my breasts and squeezes my nipples. I only like this when I am really excited. Almost there in fact. I liked it!

He knows I want his lower hand pushing into my pubic bone. He teases me with it by moving in that direction, from my tits, to my tummy, down lower, but not going there. I get impatient and moan at him. He slides his hand down to my pubic bone and presses.

With his other hand he starts playing with a finger right at the entrance to my vagina. He is not quick to penetrate. He just plays his finger all around there, getting super close to penetrating me with it while he is still licking me this whole time. I feel myself getting ridiculously wet.

When I am super close to cumming he pushes his finger all the way in and starts finger fucking me as he licks with his tongue right on my engorged clit and pushes with his other hand on my pubic bone. His finger hits my G-spot dead on every time he "thrusts".

I scream as I cum. It's a super intense orgasm. My orgasm lasts about 20 seconds or so during which time I yell and convulse. It feels literally like I am burning up.


After it's over he knows he can't touch me at all, as I am so super sensitive right after. So he gingerly peels away from me and just strokes me all over with his hands.

I go to the bathroom to clean up and pee. Then we cuddle while we watch some late night TV.

So, Daddy of my paddling fame was so delighted with the illustrated results of my first paddling that in the comments to Julie Paddled! he offered to make me another paddle:

Daddy  5 November 2016 at 09:15
Very well done lil miss julie. I know you're looking forward to being back on Top as STRICT JULIE now . I will let everyone know that i have promised Julie another paddle with no strings attached for following through...

I don't know what I was thinking. It was 2 months ago now, but I wrote him back by email and said

Julie:
Thanks for the second paddle offer!

Shall we see what heavier is like?

Maybe a big one, like the ones I see for school paddlings or sorority paddlings.

Heavier wood. Still hard. Bigger for distance spanking. Perhaps holes drilled into it for speed???

I will want to try it out on my butt as well, of course. No doubt get Tracy to do the honours as it will come through her again.

It was so easy saying that back then. So... difficult... when the paddle finally arrived... In between then and now, a little back and forth email exchange...

Daddy:
What are you doing today young lady?

Julie:
Not much today. At home with David enjoying each others' company. You?

Daddy:
Cutting wood here

Julie:
How manly!

Daddy:
Sassybrat .... lol ... i am going to make Tracy a paddle that scares you so bad you start bawling before the first SMACK on that cute chubby lil bare butt

Then Daddy started sending me photos of the work in progress.

It started out as a pecan board...

Then it got its rough shape...

Then it was refined...

And then it was finished and delivered to Tracy just this past Tuesday...

Daddy and I hadn't been communicating a lot. Taking a bit of a breather after the intensity of the Tracy experiences and then Christmas. Then out of the blue I get:

From: Daddy
Subject: Paddle
Be worried.  Be very worried.

Was not sure what to make of that, and then I suddenly hear from Tracy out of the blue by txt on Friday:

Tracy:
Hello beauty. How are you? Hope you are having a brilliant new year! I've been chatting with Daddy and a new paddle has arrived. I've promised him to give you a paddling and have you send him some pics. Hope you don't mind! hee hee. Are you up for some fun paddle play on Tuesday evening my place?

Julie:
Yes! Tuesday would be grand!!!

I was excited that Tracy reached out and wanted to play with me. And I was excited that the paddle that Daddy was making finally saw the light of day. And a little scared. This is the point at which I started kicking myself for insisting on such a ridiculous paddle. What was I thinking??? My typie fingers writing cheques that my backside would now have to cash!

Then on Monday an e-mail exchange with Daddy:

Daddy:
Have you heard from Tracy ?  you have really messed up this time young lady . I almost feel sorry for your backside ..... NOT

Julie:
I've been told to present my backside at her place tomorrow. I'm told to expect to be bared, blistered, and photographed! What have you done???

Daddy:

I haven't done anything... You young lady have dug yourself in deep this time. I knew your sass and failing to do as you're asked was going to be your undoing.

Like being caught "off-guard" and having to face discipline you have no control over... don't you?

Tracy:
Oh I have plans for you little missy. We are going to have so much fun!!!! You must bring with you tomorrow a short school girl outfit!!!

I write back a "Yes Ma'am!" to Tracy. I continue the email thread with Daddy after the txt.

Julie:
Yes Sir... sigh...
I've been told I'm wearing a short schoolgirl skirt.
I am imagining I will be bent over, it will be flipped up, my panties pulled down, and I will undergo a severe paddling from that new monster paddle... Perhaps her husband will be there to witness it?
Oh my...

As I related in my previous blog post, Another Paddle, Another Paddling!, Daddy and Tracy together had cooked something up for me. A nasty new paddle was involved; and I was to present myself as a schoolgirl in a short skirt. I was going, however, with the intention of taking things much further than either Tracy or her husband John could possibly dream of if the opportunity was right.

Monday evening I assembled what I thought to be an appropriate schoolgirl outfit. It was not "sex shop" sexy. It was more legit schoolgirl. But really, given how fetishized the outfit has become, who in the world would ever dress up their daughters like this!?! Horny old men at private all girls' schools?

I packed it in a big bag and brought it to work with me, as I would be going to Tracy's house right after work. Just before I left I slipped into the Ladies' room at work and into a bathroom stall and changed into my outfit. I had been careful to wear a long coat, and I had long boots, so I thought I was pretty safe from discovery. My heart was beating hard in anticipation of the evening's play session!

I arrived at Tracy's house and knocked on the door. Tracy was there to greet me. She admired my schoolgirl outfit and made me show it off to her. I got out of my boots and into my darling little socks and shoes. Later on we took some photos. Here is what I looked like.


Aren't I just adorable, if I do say so myself? Right down to my socks and shoes. Here I am from behind.


Feeling a bit exposed, given the circumstances, with my short skirt and bare legs!

And here I am with my nose against the wall, naughty schoolgirl style.


Tracy wanted to take lots and lots of pictures for me to send to Daddy. She had taken just one or two last time and then forgotten about the pics for the rest of the playtime, and Daddy was grumpy as a result. This time Tracy wanted to make sure he got his fill, especially given the nice paddle he sent her. Tracy made me pose for her...


And bending over a bit... stick that butt out, girl!


John was there when those pictures were taken, and I blushed up a storm having to pose like a model for them. I am NOT a model!

Those pictures actually came a little later. At first it was just she and I, and we did not start off in character at all. First we just talked. I ascertained that her kids were staying overnight with Johns' parents who live nearby. They had to make up an excuse! Ha Ha!

I asked her what this schoolgirl thing was all about, as Daddy had been very cryptic. She said we would be doing a roleplay. I would play her naughty teenage daughter with a bad report card from school. She would give me a spanking, and if I was a brat during my spanking (which she expected me to be!) I would get the paddle. She ran and got the paddle and showed it to me. Later on we took a photo.


There it is on Tracy's couch. It was very heavy. Those holes would allow it to be swung extra fast I imagined. Plus it was huge, easily covering my entire butt! We both hefted it. Me for the first time. "Are you going to take it easy on me with this paddle"" I asked her. "Of course not!", she answered. "There will be tears, little missy."

I asked Tracy where John was. She said he was just upstairs. "He's not playing?" I asked. She said that if I wanted him to play he would be happy to. She and Daddy thought he could play the school superintendent, called in when nothing else was working on me. I acted disappointed. I said, "Awwww, if you're my Mommy can't John be my Daddy?" I went on to say I had a "thing" about Daddy play. She said she knew! I guess my Paddle Daddy either told her or she figured it out herself, given we call him 'Daddy' after all!

So this was part one of me fucking with Tracy and John. I let them know my big fantasy was Mommy, Daddy, Daughter roleplay. Of course they have two daughters themselves, the eldest almost ten years old. I was hoping they'd feel a bit uncomfortable with the roleplay. Hee hee. Keep them off balance! Aren't I just a naughty little devil, fucking with the parents like that?


I doubted they would give up the chance to play with me over it, though, and I was right. They enjoyed it, I do know that. I still don't know if this roleplay fucked with their heads, but I'm betting it did. Especially John's I'll wager. Good! It will help the girls when they're older. Daddy should feel uncomfortable and off balance around his maturing daughters. I certainly tried to make mine feel that way, jumping on his lap in my panties when I was sixteen! Better to be able to wrap them around our little fingers when we need the car, or a bit of cash, or permission to stay out late. Good thing my real Daddy wasn't much of a spanker!

I told Tracy it was ok if my roleplay Daddy spanked me for real this time, as I was feeling very comfortable with him. But I asked her to confine it to just his hand (which I reckon can hurt a little girl's butt plenty if used with gusto!)

So she went upstairs and told John about his role. She came down and said he was good with it and would be down in a few minutes. Oh goody!

I asked Tracy how bad was my report card. She said she'll show it to me! Apparently Paddle Daddy had written one up for our playtime. Thank you Paddle Daddy!


So there's my report card. Tracy and I went over it together, gradually starting to try on our roles. Spelling and Health were both F's. Oh oh! Penmanship was a D. and English was a C. Plus, under "Listens and follows direction" I got a big circled NO and a comment that "Julie Needs Parental Attention!!" I think teacher meant a spanking from Mommy and Daddy...

It was the first I'd seen of the report card, as the school sent it directly to Mommy. That was because last time they gave me the report card to bring home and I didn't show it to her or Daddy and forged Mommy's signature on it. I got a spanking for that.

John then came downstairs. We did not continue in our roles. The roleplay hadn't really started yet, we were just laying the foundation. We greeted each other normally. He commented on what a good looking schoolgirl I was (blush!).

Tracy then declared this time we needed to take plenty of photos for "the guy who made the paddle." She told me we'd use my phone and that I could crop and send along whatever I was comfortable with afterwards. They told me pointedly that they would not be appearing in any of the photos, and if they accidentally got into any they were trusting me to crop them out completely. Naked photos was my "crazy thing" I was told. Tracy sort of disapproves of me sending naked photos of myself to some Internet guy - she told me I should be careful because he might actually post them somewhere! Little does she know...

There it is again!

Tracy took my phone and started taking pictures of me in my schoolgirl outfit. As I said before, it was a bit embarrassing posing like that while John was there smirking!

They even made me lift my skirt and display my scandalous panties: definitely not "school issue!"


They decided they would start the roleplay with me facing the wall holding my skirt up to display my inappropriate panties waiting for my Daddy to come home.

The back story was that Mommy was about to give me my spanking for my report card. When she flipped up my skirt and she saw the panties I was wearing she had a FIT! Instead of spanking me she made me stand facing the wall, holding up my skirt so everybody could see the sort of panties I was wearing!!!! I needed to stay like that all afternoon until Daddy got home, because he needed to see this. Afterwards they would decide together how I was to be punished.

It was only 3:30 in the afternoon, and Daddy never got home until 6:00 or so. Meantime, our maid was going around the house cleaning, and Mommy was also expecting the plumber. He came with his young male apprentice, and they both got an eyeful of me in my panties in timeout! Mommy felt the need to explain to them why I was standing there like that, and even asked their opinion whether they thought panties like that was appropriate for a schoolgirl my age. Golly I blushed! Mommy told them I was in timeout like that until my Daddy came home, and then they would decide how they would be punishing me. She even asked the plumber's opinion on my punishment! He said he reckoned I needed a good dose of the belt to my bare backside, as that is what he would do to his daughter given the same circumstances. My Mommy thanked him and suggested that it was either that, or the paddle, or both. The plumber and his young apprentice both heartily agreed.

(p.s. Other than waiting for Daddy to come home, I just made up all this back story myself just now! Still excited to be thinking about it, clearly...)

In the next part, we'll start in on the roleplay. We frequently paused the roleplay to take additional photos, so it will be copiously illustrated with my bruised backside!

To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 2).

So what is it about this schoolgirl fetish thing anyways?


The current scene I am describing in Schoolgirl Punishment has me dressed as a schoolgirl, and my friend Tracy and her husband John playing my Mommy and Daddy (kind of my idea, as I'm the one with the parental fantasy kink). Of course, what fucks with their head is that they actually are a Mommy and Daddy to two young girls (6 and 9). I have fun fucking with heads.

Today I was at a little get together at a different friend's house in the afternoon. There were two teenage girls present, 16 and 14. They were both pretty. They were both clean and had their faces made up in a tasteful way. The older child was slim and had on a long (ankle length) slinky black dress. Inappropriate for the gathering, but fine. The younger child (her sister) was actually the more developed of the two, with larger breasts and wider hips. But she still had a bit of that adolescent baby fat on her. She too was dressed inappropriately, but in the other direction. Torn tight pants. A long-sleeved but short grey track top that left her midriff exposed. She was a sexy little thing. The men at the gathering studiously avoided peeping.

Did the fourteen-year-old understand the effect she had? Or was she just dressing in a manner that her role models do? I can tell you, when I was that age, I definitely already understood the impact I made, and it was exciting! In retrospect, I should have been given a good spanking and told to cover myself up!

I have a friend who is a male teacher in an all girls' Catholic school.


Little angels, right? No! According to him, they go out of their way to try to fluster him. He told me the trick is to correct them without looking at them: "One more button, please, Mandy". "Your skirt is too short, Cindy", and so on. They push up next to him. They are just girls. They are exploring their budding sexuality. Seeing what impact it has on males of all ages.

The little fourteen year-old. I was a bit envious. To be so young and pretty with her whole life ahead of her. To discover all these tummy churning things about love and sex and relationships. She is in for a ride!

At that age I fantasized about sex. I had a little stuffed doggy that went between my legs that I grinded on. I imagined I was being "made love to" by a handsome prince. I pulled my pj's down so my butt was bare and my little doggy was between my legs, and I humped my bare ass in the air. It was so exciting!

I had no thoughts of spanking or dominance and submission explicitly at that age. But what would I have felt if instead of making love to me, my handsome prince would have picked me up, put me across his shoulder, carried me into the living room, sat down, put me across his knee, and spanked my bare bottom like the naughty little oversexed teen that I was while my parents cheered him on???

To be seen naked at that age was one of the most mortifying things that could happen to a girl! To be humiliated like that would have been the end of me.

Thinking on it now, though...

And there's the rub. Girls at that age are extremely vulnerable. A public spanking punishment on the bare bottom would be plain and simple abuse. Terrible abuse. Mental breakdown level abuse. There are laws against it, and for a very good reason. Young girls at that age need to be protected, even from themselves.

But little girls grow up to be big girls. And sometimes they save a part of their adolescence to bring along with them. I read a little article called Ten Reasons we love school uniforms. Number 9 was my favourite:

9. They make great Halloween costumes. In college, when you are too busy studying to be creative, you can definitely bet that wearing your ninth grade schoolgirl skirt will be thoroughly appreciated by your male friends. Plus, it’s free.

I can still remember what it was like to be fourteen, or sixteen. I can clearly remember instances when I was a horrible little brat. And instances where I definitely tried (and succeeded) to make males uncomfortable with my budding sexuality.

Now I am all grown up and those days are behind me. But should I get of Scott free? Shouldn't I now be punished for my outrageous behavior, in a manner I'm sure those males of yore would have been sorely tempted to mete out to the bratty, but nubile, fourteen year old vixen?

As I said, I can clearly remember what it was like to be fourteen. Perhaps I should be made to dress in a correct manner as a fourteen year old: in a school uniform. A quote from another article,  School Uniforms: Parents need to grow up

Secondly, they are a form of discipline that is so sorely missing in many of our children's lives. 

Perhaps so.

I want to imagine myself as that fourteen year old. I can imagine myself as her! I've been there. When I put on the schoolgirl skirt for Tracy and John, I was already half there. When Mommy scolded me, and made me stand facing the wall, showing off my panties until Daddy got home. Yes. That was what needed to be done. Just punishment for this grown-up fourteen-year-old.

And when Daddy got home. Then I was really scolded. Mommy gave me a spanking while Daddy watched! She took me across her knee. My skirt was raised and my panties were lowered. Lowered so far that Daddy could see everything there was to see of me!!!! And then Mommy spanked me!

It was easy to regress to be that fourteen-year-old girl. Easy to feel the utter mortification of being bared liked that and treated as a child. But I was a developing girl! How wrong for my Daddy to have to see his little girl like that! My pussy fully displayed while Mommy spanked me. She didn't even care! She gave me what I deserved!!!

I knew full well the impact my body had on males at that age. But under my terms! Not like this! If I was a little girl and had no consciousness of my sexuality it might have been bearable. But not at this age! Having my bottom bared. Having my pussy on display as I was spanked across Mommy's knee. Having my Daddy see that!!!! No! Not like this! Please!!!!


No Mommy! No! Please! Don't take my panties down! Not in front of Daddy! You can't! Please!!!!

The fourteen-year-old in me dies of shame as Mommy does just that. Mommy knows exactly what a little slut her daughter has been around males. Around her Daddy even. Mommy was never fooled. She knew exactly what I was doing when I jumped on Daddy's lap in my panties and a light T-shirt. And now, with a great sense of satisfaction she pulls my panties down. Down to my knees. She hikes me up higher across her knees, so I am bared and displayed.

This is what she is thinking: This little slip of a girl, my daughter, likes showing herself off to men does she? To her father even? Well now she's getting what she's asked for. She gets to show off her pussy to a man. Only under MY terms not hers. She thinks she can compete with me for her father's sexual attention, does she? She needs to be taught a lesson. Right here. Right now.

Before Daddy got home, Mommy made me display my completely inappropriate low-cheek-baring panties to the plumber and his young male apprentice while in time-out!


She even discussed my choice of panties with them! And then consulted with them on what an appropriate punishment would be. No surprise that the plumber suggested a bare bottom belting. Why bare? Look at my panties! The belt would do nothing but strike bare flesh anyways! Why is it necessary to shame a girl?

I can answer that.

I had been playing with fire. The fire of my sexuality. And what better lesson for a girl playing with fire than to have her her fingers burnt? To have her panties lowered. To have to bare the thing that is at the core of her naughty play. Too much? Yes. Way too much.

I was worried Mommy would lower my panties then and there, for the plumber and his young apprentice to see! There is no power left in my sexuality when my Mommy bares me like that for ridicule from these men!

Mommy: "Yes girl! Lower your panties! Bend over and grab your ankles. Let's see what all the fuss is about."

I am mortified! My pussy and my bottom hole are both in plain view!

Mommy: "You like flaunting yourself, girl. Why are you crying? You're getting what you want."

Not like this! Never like this!

Mommy: "Mr. Smith, why don't you start her off with a good belting. I don't think this should wait until her father gets home."

Oh no! The plumber takes off his wide leather belt, doubles it up and whips my bare cheeks!

Mother: "Jimmy, is that a bulge I see in your pants? Well this girl has been a tease one too many times for my liking. I'll get one of her father's condoms on you so you can teach her a lesson in what happens to slutty little cock-teasers!"

Wow... I just came "proofreading" this...  Publish.

Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 1), after a brief detour into The Schoolgirl Fetish.

As you can read from the previous installment, I was role playing a naughty schoolgirl, and my friend Tracy was my Mommy, and her husband John my Daddy, and I had earned myself a spanking, both for my poor report card, and for my choice of panties.

We had decided to start the roleplay with me with my nose against the wall, holding up my skirt being made to display my inappropriate choice of panties to all and sundry, waiting for my Daddy to come home so he and Mommy could decide what to do with me.

However, before we got started, Tracy wanted me to pose for a few more photos. In particular, we all knew a paddling would be involved, from a very fierce paddle indeed!


Tracy wanted to show my Paddle Daddy (the man who so graciously and selflessly made the paddle for Tracy to use on me) what I would look like, being prepared for my paddling.

Here is me again in my uniform. I think it's cute!


First I was told to kneel on their Ottoman. They made me arch my back and stick my bottom out. Tracy came behind me and fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. Pulling it down, smoothing it. Patting my bottom on top of it. Her husband was watching the whole show. Then she stepped back and she took several photos. The one below is one of the best, I suppose.


Oh gosh! That skirt really is too short, isn't it??? I seems so much longer when I'm just wearing it normally. I don't do it much anymore, but I used to think wearing a short skirt out in public was very exciting. I liked the appreciative glances from the boys. They just couldn't seem to keep their eyes off my legs, no doubt imagining what was just a tiny bit higher...

Well, when a girl is about to be paddled, the first thing that happens is that her skirt is flipped up her back. Tracy did the honours. I felt her hands again on the hem of my skirt, and then I felt it being lifted and draped across my back. She arranged it so that skin was showing both above and below my little red panties. She pushed down on my lower back and made me hold my arch. She stepped back and took another series of photos.


Again, John was watching this whole thing. I wondered what he really thought about my panties. I worried that my butt looked too big like this. I started channeling my inner fourteen-year-old, imagining how embarrassing it would have been to have my secret red panties shown off like this. I knew the panties were cheeky. Did not quite realize how cheeky until I saw these photos!

"Your panties are very pretty, Julie," said John. That made my heart flutter a bit. A handsome man I barely know pointing that out.

I knew what was coming next. Tracy gleefully announced it: "They are pretty, but it's time for those panties to come down, little missy!" she said.

Oh no! With my butt presented like this, I knew my pussy would be in plain view!!!! I am an exhibitionist, clearly, but it's still embarrassing, I can assure you. Maybe that's why I show myself off like this? Am I a shame slut?

Tracy pulled my panties down slowly, slowly, and then arranged them as band around my thighs.


"Very Nice!" John said.

Oh my gosh! At this point I was hyper-ventilating! The photo above is a bit shaded. I've adjusted the level on this one...


 and blown it up...


That is what John and Tracy saw. That is what it means for a girl to have her panties taken down for a spanking! I hope you pervs all realize that!!! So keen to pull a girl's panties down for her spanking. I'm sure it's all about having bare skin to spank. Sure! I'm sure seeing a girl's bare naked pussy has nothing at all to do with it! You dirty, filthy perverts! How can you possibly want to shame a girl like that??? How do you live with yourselves?

At this point I was having thoughts. Yes, I knew I was in for a paddling. This was the perfect position for it. It's the perfect position for something else as well. I was highly conscious of that as John looked me over. I was seriously considering giving him my pussy this time. This position made me want to. So badly!

A naughty girl.

Bent over. Back arched. Bottom out. 

Her panties pulled down.

A virile man behind her.

Undoing his trousers.

Pulling them down.

His strong hands on my hips.

His rock hard cock pushing at my pussy insistently.

I am so wet.

The penetration! All in one stroke. Buried to the hilt!

I gasp! Ohhhh!

A slow withdrawal. Another deep stroke.

Ahhhh!

Again and again and again.

His wife stroking my hair, telling me to be a big girl and take my fucking like a Woman.

Becoming more and more insistent.

His guttural yell. His hot white cum jetting into my overheated vagina. Splashing against my cervix. His hard hips grinding into me as he spurts again and again and again, deep into my cunt.

He pulls out. I am left there. Exposed. His semen seeping out of my fuck hole and down my thighs like the dirty whore I am.

That was what went through my oversexed brain as I was forced to hold that pose while Tracy took her stupid little pictures. It seemed as if I was there forever.

Tracy came back to me. She gingerly pulled my panties back up and arranged them to cover my private parts completely. Her handling of me was exciting. The pussy show was over. For now.


I was relieved to no longer have to display my vagina for her husband's perverse amusement. Tracy had owned me with that panty lowering. She demonstrated that if it was her will that my pussy be displayed to her husband, it would be displayed to her husband!

She helped me to my feet. She looked at my face. She could see I was flustered and breathless. "You poor dear!" she said and she hugged me. "Did your little show for John excite you?" she asked with a laugh in her voice. "yes..." I whispered breathlessly in her ear.

"Over here," she said, putting me against the wall. "Hold that skirt up. Show us your panties again. Now let's start our roleplay!"


To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 3).

Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 2).

So we started in on the roleplay. Tracy was my Mommy. Her husband John was my Daddy. I was their naughty school-aged daughter with the bad report card and the inappropriate panties, waiting with my nose against the wall for Daddy to get home. I don't remember all the dialog exactly, but I'll recreate the gist of it without bothering you further.


John pretended he just got home from work. I hear him greet and kiss Tracy and then they walked towards me.

"What's this?" asked John.

Tracy explained to him that I was in timeout showing off my utterly inappropriate panties. She said she had no idea where I had gotten them. Then she added that this misbehavior was on top of the report card she had just received from the school.


They took some time discussing my grades with one another. My nose was facing the wall the whole time and my ass was sticking out of the bottom of my panties feeling very vulnerable as they discussed my need for PARENTAL ATTENTION!!

They asked me to explain my "F" grades. I told them those subjects were "stupid". I told them spelling was "stupid" because everybody just uses a computer anyways. I told them health was "stupid" because it was so lame. I thought I would go with that approach. In my mind I was thinking they would have to spank me until I agreed those subjects were not "stupid". Helps out newbie tops if the bottom maintains that something is "stupid" so they know to keep spanking!

"Where did you get those panties, young lady?" Daddy asked me.

"I bought them," I said, "with my babysitting money."

"Why?" he asked.

"So I won't look like a DORK," I said.

"And who exactly are you expecting to see you in your panties, little missy?" asked Mommy.

"nobody..." I said.

"Those panties are too grown up for you, young lady," said Daddy. "You are not wear them again."

"HMMF!" I said as I stomped my foot on the ground.

"You DO NOT disrespect your father, young lady!" said Tracy.

"HMMF!" I said as I stomped my foot again.

"That's it. I'm fed up to here. She needs a good old fashioned spanking, John," said Tracy.

"I agree," said John.

"Across the knee, on her bare bottom," said Tracy.

"Yes. If she's going to act like an immature child we'll have to treat her like one," said John.

"We'll show her we're in this together, we'll take turns spanking her," said Tracy, "I'll go first, you finish her off."

So there it was. A spanking from each of them! No mention of the paddle yet... But I still had my "stupid" comment up my sleeve if it came to that. I couldn't leave without my paddling!

Tracy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to the Ottoman. She sat, pulled me across her lap, and scolded me some more about my bad grades. She explained exactly why I was getting this spanking. She flipped my skirt up my back, then reached for the waistband of my panties and started lowering them.

I shot my hand back and stopped her and said, "No Mommy! Please! Not in front of Daddy! Please! Let me keep my panties up! Please!"

I was getting into my role. I tried channeling my inner fourteen year old and feeling as she would feel in this situation.

"Move you hand!" ordered Tracy. "You're getting this on your bare bottom, right in front of your father, and he'll spank you next, exactly the same way!"

I moved my hand and Tracy proceeded to lower my red panties to a little band around my thighs. I was again very conscious of my exposure to my Daddy. Then Tracy started spanking me with her hand. She started lightly and then picked up the strength and the pace. She wasn't a very hard hand spanker, though. I could have done much better! I kept a bit quiet hoping my lack of reaction to the spanking would encourage her to go harder. It didn't. Oh well, I knew I still had John's spanking and in all likelihood the very evil paddle coming up. I knew that Tracy could be fierce with a paddle and a belt, anyways. I think it's not a matter of will in Tracy's case, just a matter of strength, practice, and technique when it comes to a woman's hand. As I soon learned, however, men seem to have no problem with it! It comes naturally to them to spank the bejesus out of a feminine backside!!!

Tracy stopped spanking me and pulled my panties back up and over my ass. She stood me up and handed me over to John, telling him it was his turn now.

John sat and gently guided me down across his lap. Too bad. I wanted him to throw me across his lap! I resisted a bit and said "No Daddy," he pulled me a little bit harder and I went across his lap. His lap felt different than Tracy's. Harder. More muscular!

He also flipped my skirt up my back and then began lowering my panties as Tracy had done. "Noooo! Not bare! Please Daddy!" I pleaded with him, but to no avail. He nonetheless continued the embarrassing panty lowering, exposing my fully bare cheeks and my big girl pussy. When John is involved, this is the part that excites me and shames me the most. For a schoolgirl of my age, the embarrassing exposure is half the punishment. Daddy should not see his little girl like this!

He put his hand on my ass and said the old chestnut "this will hurt me more than it hurts you." Ha!

"Wait, before you start..." said Tracy and she went to get my phone and took a couple of pictures of me hiked up across John's lap.


Very light markings from Tracy's spanking that wasn't hard at all. But oh my goodness, that was John's target area!!! He rubbed his hand all over my ass and upper thighs. He got so close to touching my pussy but didn't quite: teasing me.

I wonder what he thought. Was he at all uncomfortable with the Daddy-daughter play given his own daughters?

Then he started spanking me. I was excited. He started off slow and sensuous with the spanks. But it was all wrong. I was a naughty schoolgirl and he was supposed to be my angry Daddy. I wanted a MAN spanking. I wanted to feel his strength spanking me. That was the whole point of asking for this. Didn't he get it? It was gentle love taps. Wimp!

I needed to change the dynamic here, and needed to do it quickly!

"Mommy..." I said.

"Yes dear?" she answered.

"Daddy spanks like a little pussy."

"Oh he does, does he?" she responded with a little laugh. John laughed as well.

"Yes. I think I've been a very naughty girl, and Daddy needs to give me a proper spanking. A good hard spanking."

"You heard her John," said Tracy.

"ok," he said, and SMACK!

Yowsers! That's more like it! Sort of took my breath away.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Daddy! No! Ow! Daddy! Noooo! Please!!!"

"Is that a real no?" he asked. Bah! Amateur!

"No Daddy. I'll say my safeword 'red' if I really want you to stop. No means yes."

He chuckled a bit at that, and said, "fine."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Daddy! No! Ow! Daddy! Noooo! Please!!!"

He paused after delivering another twenty or so and rubbed my ass.

"Do you still think your Daddy spanks like a pussy?" asked Tracy.

"No Ma'am!" I practically shouted.

"Let me get some pictures," she said.

I lay across Daddy's lap as Mommy got my phone and took more pictures of me.



Oh My Gosh. So humiliating to be spanked like a little girl across a man's lap! What was I thinking of. I should be panicking now, but I wasn't. I just thought of myself as his daughter, and he as my Daddy, giving me exactly what I deserved.

"Keep going," said Tracy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Daddy! No! Ow! Daddy! Noooo! Please!!!"

Tracy even took an action pick of my kicking legs!


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I said. It hurt! With some of the spanks low down on the near cheek his fingertips brushed my pussy as he slapped! I couldn't help but bring my hand up to protect my ass and pussy. John paused. "Keep that there!" Tracy said, and she took another pic over John's shoulder.


Ouchy! A MAN spanking hurts! John took my hand and moved it back down away from my bum and pinned it at my side. He was so strong. It was effortless for him to control me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Oh shit! Ouch! He paused again, and Tracy took more pics. "For the scrapbook," she teased.



"Are we going to be seeing any more bad grades from you, young lady?" SMACK!

"No Daddy! I promise!"

"And no more inappropriate underwear. Do you understand me?" SMACK!

"Yes Daddy! Yes!"

"Good,"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Owwwww!

"Let that be a lesson to you."

Tracy  knelt beside me and took a final pic across John's lap.


FUCK! That's one very sorry red-assed schoolgirl!

So I had gotten exactly what I had asked for. A legit hard spanking from a man. I did not panic at all. It excited me in fact. Male energy is so different than female energy! A male hand is so different than a woman's hand. A man's lap is so different that a woman's lap. Starting to appreciate it... Vive la difference.

And I can tell you, a man can SPANK. It's night and day compared to a female hand. John's hand felt more like a paddle than a hand! And I felt tiny. Like a powerless little girl across his lap. Outside of my safeword, which I wasn't going to use, I literally had no say whatsoever in when my spanking would have stopped.

It's a powerful feeling for a female to be subject to discipline like this from a male. If I displeased my male, my bottom would pay!

They stood me up and my panties slipped down to my ankles.

"So, do you still think spelling is 'stupid'?" asked Mommy.

Right on cue!

"Yes!" I said with a pout and a tiny stomp of my foot. I didn't want to make her too mad at me after all.

"That's it!" said Tracy. "I'll cure that teenage attitude once and for all. It's the paddle for you, missy!"


To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 4)

WARNING! In this post I will be exploring some of my darker fantasies around female submission including incest and rape fantasies. If you've been abused sexually, especially in a family setting, you may not want to read on. (If you're here looking for pictures of my spanked butt, go back one blog post to Schoolgirl Punishment (part 3))


So, I'll just say it. I am very turned on by the concept of Daddy Daughter sex and d/s. This is why the roleplay I am in the midst of describing involving my friend Tracy and her husband John so turned me on (see Schoolgirl Punishment). I find this sexy in many of its permutations and combinations.

I am very turned on by the idea of Dominating my Daddy. Stripping him, spanking him, whipping him, fucking him in the ass with my strap-on, and so on. Not at all domming my Mommy though. Mommy could be a partner in doing this to Daddy: that is sexy to me. I explored this quite a bit a while back in the blog. There was some elaborate fantasy/fiction illustrated by 'lil jo on this theme in Daddy Punished by Daughter and Maid; and I exposed some of my feelings in Daddy's Little Girl as well. david and I and a pro also engaged in a roleplay described in Playtime Happened: His Spanking in which I played a daughter, david my father, and the pro my stepmom and we spanked david.

For the most part it's a "Daddy Concept" rather than my real Dad, But if I focus in and think of my real Dad, I do not lose the interest. For example, if I discovered he was a closet subby spanko and Mom never spanked him, I would share with him my experiences with david and offer to spank him. I really would. Even though he is now an older man, and my father, I would still enjoy seeing his penis, teasing it with my hand into full erection, and then putting him across my knee. Well, ok, I probably wouldn't do it, but that is only because of the potential family complications. I would genuinely enjoy doing it, though.

I also enjoy playing the Daddy role myself, but with my husband as my "daughter". Me as "Daddy" mercilessly spanks and fucks his little girl! That was recently described in Daddy Spanks Daughter! and is in fact what got me going on deciding to explore my submissive side more.

As I've previously described in Daddy's Little Girl, my actual relationship with my Dad is amazing and perfectly vanilla normal (except for my flirting with him, that is, but that's on me!). He is kind and the perfect gentleman, and loves me (in the conventional sense!) I did get spanked by him once, lightly, when I was very young (and that has clearly stuck with me!). Despite this one exception, his discipline was almost entirely of the talking and lecturing nature, without "punishment"per se.

When I started playing submissively with Tracy, we somehow naturally slipped into a Mommy-Daughter dynamic in our play. Perhaps it's because she has young daughters, and her only real reference for being in charge is motherhood? Certainly from the earliest discussions of spanking, she started referring to me as "little girl" and "little missy". And I was very receptive, as my head was already thinking about Daddy-Daughter play based on the interactions with Paddle Daddy and my roleplay with my husband (only he as daughter). Then when Paddle Daddy helped Tracy, first with the letter and later by email, he continued to reinforce the idea of me as the naughty child.

When I got my first spanking from Tracy (Julie Paddled!) Paddle Daddy suggested in the letter that she put me in timeout. Here is approximately what Tracy said when she read that part:

Oh no! A timeout! I put my daughter in timeout when she's been naughty. I actually have a naughty spot for her. Just over there, in the kitchen. Should we use that? Just like my nine year old? ... Of course, she gets to keep her clothes on. Unlike you, little missy! And, also unlike you, I don't spank my kids. Although sometimes I sure feel like I want to! Tell you what, I'll take it out on your bottom then I won't want to anymore, ok?

So there's Tracy, clearly enjoying the Mommy-Daughter dynamic of our play. And then during my OTK spanking she spontaneously went into it more, and I upped the anty by referring to her directly as "Mommy":

"Are you going to clean up your room when you're told to, young lady?"
"Yes Mommy."
"All your dirty laundry in the hamper? Every time from now on?"
"Yes Mommy."

She didn't seem to mind me referring to her in that way.

So Paddle Daddy, Tracy, and I were all into the Daughter play. For me, it was my very first real submissive episode, and the fact that I gravitated to the "Daughter" was not an accident given my Daddy-Daughter fantasies.

Later on, when John got involved (Julie's Belt Licking!), he observed Tracy and I playing a bit of Mommy-Daughter, and heard references to Paddle Daddy as my Daddy, but he did not play a Daddy role at all, though he observed me in my Daughter role with Tracy, and Tracy and he do have daughters together.

However, the whole time John was involved, I was imagining him as my Daddy. Him as my Daddy and Tracy as my Mommy. Daddy would see me get my spanking. Daddy would spank me. Daddy would make me suck his penis and then fuck me. Always Daddy.

These thoughts rolled around in my head, driving me to distraction. Paddle Daddy knew about my Daddy Daughter obsession more than most, from my blog and from our correspondence. And he was inclined that way as well, so when he sent Tracy the new paddle, he suggested a Mommy-Daughter roleplay to go along with it (complete with schoolgirl skirt). Paddle Daddy missed the boat, though, when he suggested John may or may not be involved, and if he was involved he would play a School Superintendent. No way! I corrected that quickly when I heard about it, and begged for John to play my Daddy: what I had been fantasizing about.

But Paddle Daddy was only protecting me. You see, I had been reticent about allowing a male to dominate me. I had a bad sexual experience when I was in my early twenties. It was a rape. I never reported it. I didn't know his last name. I only knew he was friendly and hung around. I invited him up to my place. There was nothing subtle after that. He tied me to my bed and he raped me repeatedly. There was nothing sexy about it. I was scared out of my mind. I thought he was going to kill me when he got tired of raping me.

So as a result, I always got panic attacks when I felt myself in a submissive posture, out of my control, with a man. When david asked me to spank him, none of those feelings came up at all. I reveled in it! It was a taking back of power. In fact, I've essentially re-created my rape with my (willing) husband as the victim. No flashbacks there, no panicky feelings, only complete empowerment and ownership.

When I made the "deal" with Paddle Daddy to take paddle strokes on my butt and send him pictures, I imagined myself very much in control with my husband as the spanker. I imagined myself controlling the force of the blows through my verbalizations. I was 100% confident david would respect that, as he knows my background here. "Ok, next one harder. That's it. A little bit harder. How's it looking? Ok, one more then," and so on.

It was a complete spur of the moment thing to switch the spanker over to be Tracy. I lust after girls, and always had a "thing", never talked about, regarding Tracy. So handing her the paddle and having sex with her got all tied together in my little mind. Also, the anxiety with a woman spanker was historically there, but never as much. It was always a shadow of what I felt about a male. Almost pro-forma.

When I got to thinking about the paddling from Tracy, I found I was not panicky at all, but I was excited. Incredibly excited! She wanted to involve her husband that first time, but I nixed it completely, so he wasn't even present.

I then got paddled by Tracy. A rather severe, totally out of my control, spanking and paddling from her. I fucking loved it. I loved the submission.

What surprised me is that when she started pushing for John to be involved (she has no idea of my backstory around this), I resisted, but I also fantasized about it. More and more and more. And I did not get those panicky feelings at all when I did fantasize about it. I was worried, though, that they would appear if John was actually domming me. So I compromised. I allowed him to witness me being spanked the next time. And I was so comfortable with him, he was so careful and respectful, that I allowed myself to be put across his lap (but spanked by Tracy), and allowed him to touch me intimately during the spanking scene. In the bedroom after, I also fairly submissively blew him and jerked him off.

It was fun! Oh my gosh it was fun. I had no sense of panic whatsoever during that whole thing. Just the opposite. I wanted more Domming from him!

So this last time, that I am now in the midst of describing ("dragging out" some may say ;-), I allowed John to Dom me himself. He gave me a hard hand spanking. I was NOT in control of it (I had a safe word, but I felt as if I didn't). After that, which I have not gotten to yet in the blog, I had to "endure" a punishment fucking. Basically a rape fantasy. Exactly the sort of thing that I imagined would panic the FUCK out of me, and it didn't, and in that moment I knew with certainty it wouldn't. I was super excited by it, in fact.

So I am going to declare, that through the power of KINK, I am over it. So FUCK YOU you FUCKING ASSHOLE, you have no power over me.

Ok, that was dark. But liberating. So thank you for reading that.

Now back to my little Daddy obsession. Now that my head is clear, I see way more clearly now that Daddy - Daughter, with Daddy on top, is central to my sexuality. And this has been there since my early teens. All those other daughter variations are reflections of the central theme. Don't get me wrong. Incredibly fun reflections that I also enjoy playing with, but reflections all the same.

It appears as though my sexuality is a bit "stuck", according to Freud and Jung. Here is where I'm getting that.

[Collected From Wikipedia]
In Neo-Freudian psychology, the Electra complex, as proposed by Carl Gustav Jung, is a girl's psychosexual competition with her mother for possession of her father. In the course of her psychosexual development, the complex is the girl's phallic stage; formation of a discrete sexual identity, a boy's analogous experience is the Oedipus complex.

In classical psychoanalytic theory, the child's identification with the same-sex parent is the successful resolution of the Electra complex and of the Oedipus complex; his and her key psychological experience to developing a mature sexual role and identity. Sigmund Freud instead proposed that girls and boys resolved their complexes differently—she via penis envy, he via castration anxiety; and that unsuccessful resolutions might lead to neurosis and homosexuality. Hence, women and men who are fixated in the Electra and Oedipal stages of their psychosexual development might be considered "father-fixated" and "mother-fixated" as revealed when the mate (sexual partner) resembles the father or the mother.

Without a penis, the girl cannot sexually possess mother, as the infantile id demands. Resultantly, the girl redirects her desire for sexual union upon father, and thus progresses to heterosexual femininity, which culminates in bearing a child who replaces the absent penis.

Well, no child here, so I guess I'm stuck "redirecting my desire for sexual union upon father".

But it appears as though others are as well. As I was doing my research, I very readily came across numerous sites such as Daddy Daughter Obsession, Fantasy in a Daughter's Mind, Anna Daddy's Little Girl, Daughter with Daddy, Daddy's Good Girl, Love My Daddy, Daughter Lover, Daddy's Kinky Bad Babygirl, It's really just normal porn with younger ladies and older dudes (nothing new there) but with everything interpreted as Daddy Daughter. I think there are plenty of women posting based on my cursory glance. It seems to be a very common fantasy!

I received a note from a pen pal of mine, D, whom I have posted stuff from before (Reader Reactions to Julie's Upcoming Paddling). He is very insightful (and he makes me wet)...

Hi Julie,

I'm loving your schoolgirl series. And it has been interesting to see your evolution in regard to John. You were at points averse, afraid, reluctant, cautious and timid, yet it was obvious his involvement in your submission to Tracy was on your mind, taunting you, making you wet with the humiliating possibilities. I'm happy to see he is earning your trust, and that you are powerfully attracted to him. Isn't it thrilling to have him as the audience for your exhibitionism and to witness your ordeals under Tracy's control? And did you imagine the things you will do for him and what he is able to do to you? The scenes between the three of you are now even more sexually explosive, but for me the hottest aspect is Tracy and John, husband and wife, assuming the role of parents for schoolgirl Julie.

The schoolgirl fetish for me is not as much about school relationships, but rather centers more on a teenager's relationship with her parents -- and then, to her profound discomfort, how that parent-child relationship is exposed to the world-at-large. As you described so well, the 14-16 year-old girl has reached an age where she is learning the very potent power of her sexuality to drive both men and boys crazy. She wants to explore the role of seductress and is herself seduced by the attention she receives and her position of control. The largest threat to her newfound status is to be seen as a dependent child. She can be especially vulnerable because, beneath the bold flirtation and bravado, the actuality is a fragile little girl, inexperienced, self-conscious, and not emotionally ready to handle any true sexual attention she might receive. The schoolgirl uniform is a strong symbol for this phase of life, and when donned by an adult woman, it is her signal to all interested viewers that she is still in touch with her inner teenager. Past feelings of fresh sexual power are alive and she is craving attention. Does she also remember being fragile? What feelings is she trying to recapture in her schoolgirl uniform?

The connections are fairly evident. With John you are fragile and unsure. He is Daddy. You want to seduce him. On some level, you are being a bad girl again. Before Julie can get everything she wants, there must be punishment this time, and there will be no compromises. Your schoolgirl role play with Tracy and John is not simply role play. You, young lady, were, indeed, that teen brat. You have confessed to your horrible behavior because it is not enough that Julie-the-adult be punished as part of an adult game. Julie, the teenager, is going to get a spanking from her Mommy, the spanking that she thoroughly deserved years ago, that is now very long overdue. Do not think for a second that I dismiss this vital connection. It makes little difference that years have passed. It is not role play to remind you that you were a bad girl, old enough to know what she was doing, but now she is not too old for Daddy's paddle on her bare bottom. When you post the experience of your paddling, that is how I will see it -- a good old-fashioned spanking from your parents as a consequence of your bratty, manipulative behavior as a teenager.

I can just imagine you at 16 and the sexual power you possessed, wanting attention and to get a reaction from your father. Yes, your own father. Your mother's husband. Jumping on his lap with so little between him and the warmth of your bare, nubile body. Were you hoping he would get an erection? I have a hard one just thinking about it, and harder still imagining that young tart in disgrace over her Mommy's knee, the sounds of fire-hot scolding from the paddle as her Daddy watches. Mommy wields all sexual power in this house, and little girls who try to subvert that are taken down in spectacular fashion. What did Daddy see below the roses blossoming on those bouncing tight smooth buttocks? Your most private places, where if a man were to see, a teenage girl might just die of shame? Like you showed on your blog, both brightened and blown up, under a child's school uniform, your bare little pussy exposed for all to see?

Just after writing this, I see you've posted Part 3. This should be delicious.

In fact, D and I were writing at exactly the same time in the wee hours of the morning. In my opinion, he absolutely nailed it. I do have guilt over my flirtations with my Daddy. I do have guilt over trying to "take him" from Mommy. "Mommy wields all sexual power in this house, and little girls who try to subvert that are taken down in spectacular fashion."Yes, that is how it should have gone down. And my role play was not entirely role play. I put myself into a schoolgirl outfit, regressing myself to be that exquisitely vulnerable fourteen-year-old. I took a very painful spanking from Daddy and paddling from Mommy to atone. I also atoned by bending over and allowing my surrogate Daddy to fuck me. It was hard, and my pussy felt sore afterwards. Atonement. It felt real. It was real. That is why it was so exciting.

In my darker fantasies, alone in my bed, stroking myself, I fantasize about giving myself to my Daddy. I am his little girl. He made me. He loves me. It's only right. He is old now. I am young and nubile and exciting. Would it not be a gift to give myself completely to my Daddy? To invite him into my bed. To invite his cock into my pussy. To fuck me hard. To ejaculate deep inside of me. To impregnate me. He made me. He should do as he pleases with me, surely?

Even darker... Daddy has spanked me and whipped me. Nothing seems to help. I need to be tamed. Daddy tames me as only a man can tame a woman, with his cock. In her pussy. In her ass. She will obey from now on. I will obey from now on.

You guys must be sick and tired by now of my compulsive Daddy fantasies. But there's still more to come! Schoolgirl Punishment (part 4), coming soon...

"I'll cure that teenage attitude once and for all. It's the paddle for you, missy!"

[Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 3), after a brief detour into Unacceptable Fantasies.]

Continuing the recounting of my latest role-playing experience with my friend Tracy and her husband John. Tracy played my Mommy. Her husband was my Daddy. I was their naughty school-aged daughter with the bad report card and the inappropriate panties. Mommy had spanked me first, and then Daddy took me across his knee, and spanked my little caboose red with just his hard hand!

No Daddy! Please!

After that spanking I got stood up. I was sore but uncowed! I continued to maintain that spelling was "stupid" in these days of spell checkers. It was a test of wills. My fourteen-year-old will versus my parents' stupid prejudices. Who do you think would win that battle?

"I'll cure that teenage attitude once and for all. It's the paddle for you, missy!"

Oh Gosh. So there it was. This was the reason I was here after all. My  Paddle Daddy had made me a fierce paddle to my (unfortunate in retrospect!) specifications. I needed an excuse to get "Mommy" mad at me, so I maintained stubbornly, despite the spankings I had just received, that spelling, for which I received an "F" on my report card, was "stupid". It's a form of safe-wording, I suppose. If the brat continues to act like a brat, the scene intensifies!

Mommy made be bend over in front of the Ottoman, and put my elbows and forearms down. I felt very vulnerable like that! Tracy paused the play to take a photo, my cheeks still showing red from Daddy's spanking.


She did some roleplay banter which I no longer remember. I was distracted! I do remember her rubbing the cool wood of the fierce paddle all over my butt. Then she pulled it back and gave me a whack. Woompf! It was hard, but not intolerable. I felt it did not have that much velocity on it. I think Tracy was just getting her bearings. But already I noticed that even though it covered both cheeks, the far cheek got the worst of it.

Tracy sentenced me to a dozen paddle whacks. She hauled back and let loose the second. OWWW! That one was much harder! Ok , ok, I get it now. That paddle is a bitch!

Then WOOMPF! Shit! That one was hardest yet. I felt now I had to say something, "it's all on the right cheek, Mommy!"

"I'll have to fix that," she said. And WOOOMPF! Another one this time entirely on my near cheek.

She rubbed my ass some more and then WOOOMPF! Holy Shit! This one came from underneath more and practically lifted me off my feet. I yelled out OWWWWW! Tracy giggled. The bitch giggled! John was there, watching it all, but I wasn't thinking about him, believe me!

I got back into position and I was hyperventilating!

WOOOOMPF! Again she lifted me off my feet, my lower cheeks bearing the brunt.

"Do you still think spelling is 'stupid', Julie?" she asked.

"No Mommy! It's not stupid. It's good! It's good!" I responded. The time for bratting was OVER.

"Six more, young lady!" decreed Mommy. Oh no!

WOOOOMPF! Youch!!!! Ouchie ouchie ouchie. I couldn't help it, my knees buckled and fell onto the Ottoman and I put a hand back to protect my cheek.

"Awwww," said Tracy, and told me to hold the pose while she took another photo.


She told me to stand up and get my forearms and elbows down in front of me. That I still had five coming and they were going to be the hardest.

"Oh no no no no no..." I said, but I complied with Mommy's instructions and put myself bravely back into position.

She rubbed the wood across my ass cheeks again and then let fly another doozy. WOOOMPF! Owwwwwww!

"I'm sorry Mommy, I'm sorry Mommy," I said, the tears starting now.

"Sure you're sorry now," she said, "but you'll be even more sorry after the next four..." What a bitch!

The last four were a blur. I think she alternated cheeks, and some were more square and some came up from the bottom more. It was pure hellish agony getting through those! I felt extremely submissive just then, and extremely well punished. It was good being able to countdown the twelve though. It makes it easier to take if you know the end is in sight!

After the paddling, I collapsed face forward onto the big Ottoman and started rubbing my cheeks. Tracy told me to hold that pose, and she posed me with the nasty ass paddle.


I know, it doesn't look too beat up, but believe me it was! I had two dusky dark circular bruises on my low ass cheeks that lasted a couple of days. And one other bruise on top of that on my right ass cheek that coloured up nicely.

Tracy made a variation of the lying down one with the padde on my legs, "for scale" she said.


On that one you can see where the extra bruise on my low right cheek was going to develop.

She made me roll over into a fetal position and posed me there.


I think this is one of the cutest! Poor little babygirl crying her eyes out after her paddling!

And another one kneeling, pussy on parade.


Tracy then stood me up and made me face the wall, holding the paddle in "timeout".

This is Paddle Daddy's favourite

After the spankings, and all that picture taking, I was still a horny little girl. I turned to Tracy and said, "thank you for punishing me, Mommy."

"Go thank your father as well," she said. Oooh. She used "father". Must be used to that! Hee hee.

"Can I sit on Daddy's lap while I thank him?" I asked.

"You may," she said, sounding intrigued.

I went to John and had him sit on the Ottoman, just where he had spanked me so thoroughly. I lifted my skirt behind and sat my bare bum down on his lap, snuggling my butt into his crotch, feeling his hard excitement. He held me in his arms around my waist. I put one arm around his neck, and with my other hand I tugged up on the front of my skirt, up to just barely below my pussy. John got the hint. He lifted my skirt all the way clear of my pussy and lower tummy with one hand, and he started stroking just above my pussy with his other.

"Yes, you wanted to say something," he asked.

"I've been a very bad girl, Daddy."

"Yes, you have been," he agreed.

"No, you don't understand," I said. "I've had very very bad thoughts. About you, Daddy."

"What kind of thoughts," he asked as he grazed my pussy with his fingers. He knew.

"About you fucking me Daddy. Fucking my pussy. Giving me a punishment with your cock like I deserve."

Well there you go! Now the cat was out of the bag. I had decided, in consultation with my husband who was very encouraging, that I was going to get fucked, Tracy and John willing. I don't know what else to say. There it is.

"Woah, did you hear that, Tracy?" he said.

"I certainly did," said Tracy, "what a very naughty little girl we have here, John. Shall we give her what she's begging for?"

"Up to you," he said, "I'm willing."

"Julie," said Tracy, "are you sure?"

"Yes, Mommy. Please may I have Daddy's cock in my pussy, and please can he fuck me really long and really hard, just like you get, Mommy. No condom. I want to feel Daddy squirting inside of me and then I want you to eat me out afterwards."

"Wow. John?"

"Oh my gosh. You two have discussed this, right?"

"In theory, yes, but not about doing it tonight."

"I'm clean, Mommy, and on the pill, and I know Daddy is clean from what you said, and I WANT HIM inside of me! I NEED to be punished with his big cock." I rubbed my ass on his lap and John squeezed my tits as I said this.

"You're very demanding, young lady," said Tracy with a smile. "I'll let you have my husband's cock, on one condition. That I give you another ass whipping first."

"Oh Mommy, no!" I said, but I was secretly delighted. This played perfectly into my fantasies. "My poor bum is already so sore!"

"Take it or leave it," said Tracy, with a smirk.

"I'll take it, Mommy," I said.

"Good. Then stand up. Get off my husband's lap you little tart. John you get up too. Kneel on the Ottoman, Julie, ass nice and high. John, give me your belt..."

To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 5).

Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 4).

Where we left off in the previous installment is that I had gotten my bottom spanked by first Tracy and then by her husband John, and then Tracy had laid into me with a dozen strokes of the giant nasty paddle. I thanked her, and then I sat on John's lap and thanked him also, and made my "special request", which was asking them if John might possibly fuck me...

You must understand, I had planned this in advance. It was what I intended to do tonight. I had discussed it at length with my husband (more for my sake than his as he was all for me experiencing this from the get go). It had previously been a line I told myself I would not cross, but I changed my mind (a woman's prerogative I have been told).

Certainly there has been subtle pressure from Tracy to involve John more and more, with the obvious end play of "wife swapping", or a foursome, or whatever swingers call it. And there was "pressure" from david telling me if I wanted to I should just go for it. I think had I felt any pressure from John, I likely would not have done it; but, ironically I got no pressure from him at all, nothing but respect for me as a woman and him bending over backwards to respect my wishes, which I found very sexy. His good looks and fine cock did not hurt either.

When Tracy had come over to play with david and me, we had worked out a sort of "cuckolding" motif where we would compare david sexually with John (unfavorably!) and imply that I might get a fucking from John in future, which I "pretended" to want. Tracy made a big deal how of I would likely have to beg him for it and how he would expect me to deep throat him on my knees beforehand as the "price of admission" (which she actually made me do!). Truth be told, this talk of my sexual submission to John under Tracy's guidance turned both me and david on. It was for sure a blurring of play and reality.

After that, there had been a very explicit discussion between Tracy and david where she asked him if I was allowed to have sex with John, and what my feelings about it were. He said that he was encouraging of it, but that I had not yet made up my mind. They also had a very frank discussion about birth control and STDs. She held out the carrot, which david relayed to me, that if I had sex with John, she and John would be willing for her to engage in an "anything goes" threesome with me and david. And that last actually made me feel better about it, because if I was going to give it up to John, I would feel crummy unless david got the same consideration from Tracy. In fact, being the MC for the fucking of Tracy by david was exciting to me given what I was planning.

So, in retrospect, there was little doubt that I would be the slut and give it up to John (it's in my nature to be the slut!)

Mind you, I had not told Tracy or John about my decision until the moment it would happen, keeping them a little off-balance as a result. Plus, I was mixing sex into the Daddy - Mommy - Daughter roleplay, which knowing that they parent two younger girls no doubt kept them off balance as well. Evil, I know. But for some reason it delighted me, not the least of which is that fantasy Daddy - Daughter sex play is a bit of a hot button for me, and John made a beautiful Daddy.

They did seem a bit shocked when I announced, bare ass sitting on Daddy's lap, front of skirt held high by John, no panties, that what I really needed was a good hard punishment fucking from my Daddy. In fact, it knocked them out of the scene and they needed to double check with me that I had meant what I said. When they realized I was serious, including no condom and a spunking, Tracy got back into her Dommy persona and told me that I could get fucked by her husband, on condition that I first took a belt whipping from her. Way to go Tracy!

Now I know what you all are thinking. What am I thinking having unprotected sex with a strange man??? I don't recommend it in general, but I went pretty far back with Tracy and we were pretty good work friends for a while, and they were responsible parents to two daughters after all, and had been tested before they had kids and not fucked around after. And it had been explicitly discussed, so I felt I had my bases covered. And this is what I wanted. In my mind, I wanted John to cum deep inside of me, and I wanted Tracy to have to lick it out! And damn it, you only live once, and if I was going to do this I was going to do this right! Life's a risk. You be as careful as you can be and then you take your chances for something worthwhile. And excuse me for being such a libertine, but this is the definition of "worthwhile" for me at this time.

I pretended to protest Tracy's suggestion of a belt whipping, but was sort of excited that she had turned it this way. As all you readers know, I had a history of teasing my real-life father with my body when I was a teenager, and a belt whipping from my mother was exactly what I had deserved back then! Pulled off dad's lap, thrown across the back of the couch in only my short T-shirt and panties. Mom getting the strap and beating my ass across the seat of my panties, underneath my cheeky panty line, and down my thighs. Dad saying, "now dear, aren't you over-reacting?" as she smacks my ass raw, my big sis looking on with glee, "it's just normal teenage behaviour." Mom: "You will dress and behave modestly around your father from now on, young lady, are we completely clear yet?" Me: "YES MOMMY! YES!!!!"

So I genuinely hoped justice would be served and I would get a good hard one, despite my already impossibly sore ass from my naughty-girl spankings and paddling; and despite the fact that I was pretty well certain that my regressed sixteen-year-old pussy would get the pounding of its lifetime from my surrogate Daddy!

So it was on as soon as Tracy said, "get off my husband's lap you little tart. John you get up too. Kneel on the Ottoman, Julie, ass nice and high. John, give me your belt..."

Holy fuck I was excited! I got on my hands and knees on the Ottoman with my already well-beaten behind sticking out, my soon to be violated pussy prominently displayed so Tracy would be reminded of why she was giving me the strap, and John could feast his eyes on that which he would soon possess so completely.


Forgive me for my poetic license in describing this affair, but it's a once in a lifetime thing (for the sake of my relationship with david I was definitely not planning to make a habit of it).

Tracy took John's belt. She said (ha ha) that he wouldn't be needing it to keep his pants up for much longer. I was pleased that Tracy was having fun with it, teasing John and I both.

She doubled it up and snapped it, like she had done in the store. I turned my head to look at her. "So, you want a fucking from my husband, do you? First you have to earn it," she said. And with that she hauled back and whipped my ass hard with the belt. She was good with the belt, she had mucho practice last time I got belt-whipped by her! The very first stroke burned my backside, and the rest were more of the same.

She kept up a good pace while I writhed in distress, kneeling on that Ottoman, trying desperately to hold position. She whipped my low ass cheeks and my thighs, whipping perilously close to my holy of holies! I was very brave and just stuck my ass out even farther for the next one and the next one and the next one. I remember wanting my pussy to be the center of attention. I remember thinking to myself "I'm 'gonna get fucked, I'm 'gonna get fucked!" as I stuck my ass out there for my well-earned belt whipping from Mommy thinking "Daddy's going to give me a hard fucking while Mommy watches!"

I like getting into character. It's "The Method" - like Brando. I took her whipping. I knew I could take it. I had taken worse by now. And I needed to take it, I needed to earn John's hot cock in my soppy wet puss.

Tracy paused and said "stick it out". I did so. Eagerly. But oh my ass was on fire! She played the belt gently all over my bottom, up and down the cleft, onto my pussy lips. Then I felt a gentle belt whip right on my pussy. I think she was using just the single tail. "mommy, no..." I said, breathlessly. I got another, and another, and another as I writhed around, ass high, desire obvious, completely humiliated by my own behaviour.

"Take your clothes off, John," she told her husband. Oh shit. Shit was getting real! I stuck my pussy out further, if that was even possible. I was going to be fucked. Fucked by a strange handsome man.

"Come here," said Tracy, dragging me by the arm of the Ottoman, putting me on my knees in front of her husband. He was naked. Bare naked. His cock was already hard. "In your mouth," she said. "Suck it."

Holy smokes. She had been serious!  Not only did I have to take the belt whipping, but I would have to suck him, and no doubt try to deep throat him, to "earn" his cock. She had alluded to this before, when we played with david, but I imagined it was role play talk. Not so much. She had meant it. That was kinky! And believe me, I am the Queen so I should know.

I lifted my hands to his cock to guide his member into my mouth.

"No!" said Tracy. "Hands behind your back."

I put my hands behind my back and with only my mouth took him into me and sucked.

"Deeper," said Tracy.

I went deeper onto his hard cock. As deep as I could. A little gag. Another. I came up for a breath. And then went back, trying to engulf his entire member with my mouth, my throat. I bobbed back and forth on his cock, keeping it as deep as I possibly could, backing off for a breath when I absolutely needed to, and then back in again. I was conscious of my throat making strange gurgling sounds as I impaled my mouth on his cock. Nobody was making me. There was no hand on the back of my head. I was doing this myself. I gagged. Came out. Recovered, and went back in again as deeply as I could and bobbed on him some more, making rhythmic little throat sounds as I moved my head slightly in and out and in and out.

"Good," said Tracy, praising my efforts. "Very good."

"Come here," she said again, taking me by the arm and putting me back on all fours on the Ottoman where I had started. My skirt was down, covering my ass and pussy.

"Go ahead, John, enjoy her," said Tracy.

Enjoy me? I guess so. But I would enjoy him too! I could feel John stepping behind me. I could feel his hands at the hem of my skirt, lifting it high up my back and leaving it there, baring me. Then the tip of his cock. Bumping against my pussy lips. Running up and down. Teasing. Bumping. Then I felt the tip barely penetrating me. 'Ohhhhh," I moaned. It was the first strange cock near me in over ten years. It was frankly exciting! He grabbed my hips, he moved his cock around, just the tip inserted. I was about to get fucked!!!!

"Yes, Daddy, please fuck me," I demanded.

"How do you want it?" he asked of me in a breathless voice. "Slow or fast? Deep or shallow? Hard or soft?" As he asked me, he kept the tip inserted and sort of moved it around, just barely penetrating me.

"Hard, deep, fast" I said, knowing that is what I needed to say. Hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

He tightened his grip on my hips, and he pushed into me. All the way in, deep. to the hilt. Oh my gosh! I wasn't ready for it! He was so big and so long. It hurt. It hurt good. He pulled out pushed in again, burying himself in me. Owww! The thrusting became rhythmic: hard, fast, deep. His hands were all that held me up. Pulling me deep into him. I loosened up and it got easier on me to take him. But he just banged and banged and banged!

This was a different experience than with my darling david. John was stronger. Bigger. More insistent. david would have already cum. A while ago! My pussy was not used to this!

"Yeah Daddy, fuck me!" I yelled out and he intensified my screwing. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Teach me my lesson, Daddy. Teach me to be not such a slut!"

"I'll fuck you hard," he said. "As hard as you want." He matched actions to words as he jack-hammered my poor punished pussy into submission.

Tracy meanwhile grabbed me by my hair and lifted my head to look her straight in the eye. There was a look of lust on her face as she watched me take it hard from her man.

"Had enough?" she asked.

"Yes, Mommy," I said. "Please let Daddy come inside of me." I had plans for that cum.

"Go on, John," said Tracy to her husband, "Cum inside her cunt."

She said "her cunt". I remember that clearly. She was always super polite. She would never refer to a woman as a "cunt". At the time I felt as if when she said it she meant I was nothing but a "cunt". A random female's cunt. Not a girl he loved. Not his wife. A random cunt for John to fuck and cum into. Take his pleasure from. But she had read it right. I wanted to be nothing but that dirty little cunt!

John slowed his pace, and went at his own rhythm. Then he got faster and faster, and then slowed right up. I grabbed onto his cock with my pussy, squeezing as tight as I could. I felt him get bigger and harder as his cock pulsed against my vagina and I felt a soft warm wetness deep inside of me. I've never, ever, felt an ejaculation like that before. John grunted and moaned as he spermed deep into me. FUCK!

He stayed inside of me as he softened, and then slowly pulled out. I immediately put my hand against my pussy, squeezing my lips together so as not to make a mess on their Ottoman. My pussy felt sore. Well used. I pushed myself up to standing, breathing hard. I moved my other hand down to my pussy to help out.

"John, undress me," I ordered.

As I stood there holding my pussy shut he took my clothes off without question. I moved one hand away at a time to allow him to remove my clothes, while keeping my pussy clamped shut, unwilling to let a single drop of his precious ejaculate escape. He undressed me to naked and stood behind me, running his hands up and down my body and across my breasts. I turned to face him, and gave him a slow kiss on his cheek and said a soft "thank you." I moved away from him towards Tracy, who was watching the show. I went to her and kissed her flush on her mouth, penetrating her with my tongue. She grabbed me and kissed back.

"Get undressed," I told her, now ignoring John, "and then you and I are going up to your bedroom. You're on cleanup duty."

Oh yes she was!

To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 6).

Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 5).

So, up to now I've had to dress in a schoolgirl skirt, pose for photos, go over Tracy's knee for a hand spanking, go over John's knee for a hand spanking (!), take a nasty paddling from Tracy, take a belt whipping from Tracy, and then had to have sex with John (!!). You can understand why it's been a six-part post! Mercifully, this is the last installment.

It starts with the outfit. A little humiliating for sure to be dressed like that, expecting a spanking. Tracy's spanking was soft and sexy. When John spanked, though, it was very different. So strong by contrast. I tried resisting a little and felt his easy strength putting me across his lap. No round edges there. All his surfaces were hard. Once I got him going, his hard hand hurt. And I had a strong sensation of there being no way I was getting off his lap until he allowed me to. I found that very sexy, to understand that if this man wants to spank me, he will spank me and I have no say in the matter. Just a teary-eyed, red-bummed girl learning her lesson! Sexy.

But then it was Tracy's turn with the paddle. And this is where women excel. There is a casual cruelty in many women that cannot be matched by a man. That same sort of cruelty would be ugly in a man. In a woman, you better watch out. If she gets into a position of power over you, with an adequate implement to multiply her strength, well fuck you. She will giggle as she blister-roasts your cheeks to a deep dark red!

Sex with John was the most outrageous thing. From almost the very start of my interactions with Tracy three months ago the thought of her husband's involvement had been hot and bothering me. First just the notion that he would be told about my paddling was already humiliating in a tummy churning way. Then it escalated to him watching me get spanked, and from there to touching me intimately, and then to me blowing him and hand-jobbing him while he stuck his finger up my ass. All of that sexual stuff happened the first time he was present. I am SUCH a slut. So in retrospect, nobody should have been surprised that I was putting out on the second date.

I mean, everybody wanted it. Tracy wanted it, clearly John wanted it (though he did not hint, which was cool), my husband wanted me to, and I wanted to as well. So guess what? I made it happen. Like magic. Despite my extreme sluttishness, neither Tracy nor John were expecting it.

But Tracy did make me pay for it. I had to get on all fours on their Ottoman and wave my ass and pussy in their faces as she belt whipped my already sore behind, and adding insult to injury even whipped my pussy lips directly with the tip of the belt! During this entire whipping I just felt that it was necessary to arch my back and stick my butt out so as to prominently display my pussy. As my pussy lips were being whipped I distinctly remember feeling extremely submissive, knowing that John's rather large cock, with his extreme lauded staying power, was going to have at me next. Tracy clearly intended that I would leave their house with a very sore pussy! (And I did).

After my pussy whipping I thought that John would immediately enter me. Instead, I was put on my knees with my hands behind my back, and was required to put John's rather large penis deeply into my mouth.


I am calibrated to my husband's penis size, and John's seemed so much larger! I had to really struggle to get my mouth around it keeping my lips pursed in. Goodness knows I didn't want to nip his cock with my teeth at all! No telling what his wife would have done to my ass had I done that!!! Another dozen with the paddle at the minimum and then back down on my knees to try again?

And Tracy made me go deep. There was literally no way to keep his cock in my cheek. The only way it was going that deep was down my throat. I tried to relax as much as I could, but still managed to gag on his cock.

And then all of a sudden I was put back on the Ottoman on all fours, my skirt was lifted way up over my back, and my pussy was presented. For a fucking. Oh my. I asked for it and I sure got it. A grade-A pussy pounding.

Ouch! Nothing pleasant about this!

As he got near the end and slowed down, I grabbed onto his big cock with my cunt and wriggled on it like a fish on a line. He pounded me a bit more and then I actually felt him cumming inside of me, something I had never experienced before.

Once I was done, I clamped my hands to my vagina to keep John's juice inside of me. I could feel some had already escaped, and some more was wet on my hand. But mostly it was all still inside of me. And all of a sudden, I felt the strong urge to turn the tables on them both. There's one thing about being submissive with me (which probably indicates I'm not a "true" submissive, more just an experimental libertine), and that's after a submissive experience I want to Domme more than ever.

As well-meaning as Tracy and John are, they are not natural dominants, at least not yet. Perhaps in my recounting I make them out to be more than they actually are. In person, it comes across as a bit... tentative I would say. They "check in" with me to a fault, even when there is no need to. And they are so delicate with my feelings, which is nice, but if I was that way with david he would wonder what was going on! I have trained them to spank hard (and now fuck hard) but I really needed to bring them both to it, they were so afraid of "hurting me". I mean, John felt the need to ask me how I wanted my fucking. Oh for goodness sake, wasn't it clear by then? Hard and violent and don't ask me, show me! Don't get me wrong, that is a great instinct for a beginner, but it is a beginner's attitude, not the attitude of a confident and experienced Domme. (Although, as you will see, they do have some game!)

It's like being made to watch a dumb co-worker slowly and painfully type out a document at the keyboard. At a certain point you just want to push them aside and say, "for heaven's sake I'll do it myself!"

I felt this dominant power inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed. I did not feel it during my submission, but rather immediately after its climax (which was John's literal climax). And after a man's climax, he is at his least aggressive, and I knew he would obey.

So I just summoned up my Domme power, and very authoritatively told them both the score (and it's not like they hadn't been warned beforehand). It was sort of funny. I was clamping my hand on my pussy, holding my lips tightly closed with John's semen splooshing around inside me. You would think that would make me feel a bit submissive? Quite the opposite! His semen was my weapon.

I ordered John to undress me, and he complied like a little puppy dog. It's not as if it's a completely unpleasant task after all, so no troubles there.

And then I ordered Tracy to strip, and to then to get her little caboose up to her bedroom for her cleanup duties. I said it in a confident tone that brooked zero dispute. I have honed that skill over the years Domming david. I knew that Tracy, used to being sexually submissive to her man, would obey me. Especially after I dominated her man by ordering him to undress me. Once John had served his purpose, I ignored him, focusing all my will on Tracy.

So I stood there buck naked, holding both hands on my pussy while Tracy did a striptease for me. She could see where my hands were. She knew what was inside of me. She had been told she would clean it up with her mouth. I imagine that thought was in her mind as she stripped for me.


I mean, it was her fucking husband's cum. I should clean it up myself? She's the eager little cum guzzler. Let her do it. Besides, I don't cum from getting fucked. I cum from getting my clit licked. She can take care of that too while she's down there.

When she was naked I turned to John and said, "you stay here. I've got some business upstairs with your wife. Watch some porn and stroke your dick. I want it nice and hard for when I return your wife to you, because you're going to fuck her like it was your wedding night while I supervise. You understand?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he said. Good. I had never seen a husband fucking his wife in the flesh. I thought that would be... I don't know... entertaining.

"You, pretty lady," I said, turning my attention to Tracy, "upstairs. Now."

"Yes Ma'am!" she said with a giggle, imitating her husband and playing along with me.

We were both naked and I followed her up the stairs, admiring her sleek womanly curves. I lay myself down on her bed with my back leaning against the pillows at the head. I spread my legs, my hand still clamped on my pussy lips.

"My bedspread," she said.

"Fuck your bedspread. If you don't do a good job cleaning me up, I guess you'll be doing laundry also."

I pointed to my crotch and she crawled up between my legs and put her face down near my pussy. I released my hands and immediately she dove in, licking and lapping and slurping and swallowing. Ha ha! Now who's the slut??? How must she have felt to taste and swallow the mixture of her husband's cum with my pussy juices, the woman he just fucked? I was cucking Tracy!


And I talked dirty to her. Girl, did I ever! "Clean it up you filthy whore. Get every drop. What's it feel like to lick your man's cum out of my pussy? Slut!" I've had lots of practice using exactly these same words, in exactly this same situation, with my husband!

This talk just made her more eager. And as she licked, I must say I was enjoying it very much as well. I pulled her head down and clamped it onto my pussy, mashing her into me so she was barely able to breathe. I could still feel her tongue desperately wriggling down there as I orgasmed spectacularly! Oh fuck! I highly recommend it to all you ladies, getting a wife to eat her husband's cum out of your pussy!

I picked her up by the hair, kneeled to face her and said, "let me taste you," and then French kissed her deeply on her lips. I could taste his cum, her mouth, and my own pussy. A very heady mixture.


"How's your bum?" she asked me as we disentagled.

"Sore!" I said. And then, "here, I have an ideal." I got up and sat down, nude, on the end of her bed. "Come over my knee."

"What...?"

"Come over my knee, silly goose, I'll give you a nice little spanking. You'll like it. It'll get you ready for your husband," I offerred.

"I'm already ready for my husband!" she proclaimed.

I took her over my knee despite her feeble protests, and I started smacking her cheeks. This is something I know how to do! In a sensual spanking you want to start light, but not make the mistake of staying light. It needs to go up and up in intensity, and then down, and then up and up again, and so on, pushing higher each time. When her ass runs away from you it's too hard, when her ass raises to invite the spank, it's good. You want it up there begging for it, and then you increase the intensity until she runs away, flattening her ass against your lap, and then you lighten up again until she's again begging for it. All the strokes nice and low so that they resonate into her pussy and asshole. Harder and harder you go until those cheeks are nice and rosy and your gal is moaning in pleasure and crying in pain!


"Did you like that?" I asked, rubbing her bottom cheeks with my hand, knowing she did.

"Oh my gosh," she said, "that was amazing. You have to teach John how to do that!"

Nice.

"Maybe next time, sweetie. For now, this pussy needs its man," I said, stroking her kitty, feeling its wetness. "John!" I yelled at the top of my voice, in a most vulgar fashion. "Get your big hard cock up here! Your wife needs a fucking!"

John was up in a flash. Naked. Dick in hand. Hard again (yay!)

I had Tracy up on her feet by now. I spun her around and bent her over a bit under my arm. "Do you like the colour of her ass?" I asked him.

"I sure do!" he said, enthusiastically. Tracy's ass was very red from my little spanking. I was envious of her reddening skills.

I put her on her back on the bed. I slid a pillow under her hips (that's how I like it). I told her to put her legs in the air and to spread 'em!

"Go on," I told John. "Go get her!" I said. As he was walking on his knees on the bed towards her I gave his ass a slap. He stopped and looked at me with a dangerous look. I put both hands up in surrender. His look lingered on me as if to say, "I can still put you across my knee and spank you, young lady!" Ok. NOT a sub!

He slid in between her legs, put his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and pushed in. Wow. I had never seen it like this before! So up close ad personal. Tracy had her legs way up, bent backwards, fully exposing her cunt for a good hard fucking which is just what she got.


I just watched and supervised. And it didn't take very long at all before Tracy was cumming. Amazing from my perspective. To cum just from a cock!

"What about you, John?" I asked. "Got enough in you for one more ejaculation?"

"Of course," he said, starting to pump again.

"'Atta boy," I encouraged, "you don't get two beautiful daughters like yours by pulling out before the job is done!" I know, I shouldn't have. I couldn't resist.

He fucked her some more and then came again. What a stud! Lateish thirties and everything!

"Did she make you clean her up?" John asked Tracy.

"She did," she said with a smile.

"Oh no!" I said, but in a fun way, backing away from him.

He reached over and grabbed my hand, and then pulled me into him. "Me first," he said as he pushed me down to his groin, and pulled my head onto his wet limp dick! Ewww! I sucked and swallowed and cleaned his dick off of all the cum and pussy juices. He then grabbed me gently by the hair and pushed down towards Tracy's crotch. "That's right," she said. He pushed me towards her and I started lapping at her pussy, just as she had done to mine. He held me there by my hair as I cleaned his nasty wife's snatch out for her.

"Clean her up good," he said, as he slapped my ass. Fortunately, the volume of his ejaculate seemed somewhat diminished from what had been oozing out of my nasty snatch so I had it comparatively easy, though I still got a good mouthful of his cum I needed to choke down my throat. I ended by lapping my tongue all up and down Tracy's hot puss like a little Tigress! Meow!

We all then knelt on the bed and hugged each other. What an evening! I won't go into it more, but eventually we each went around finding our clothes and putting them back on. I kissed John goodbye and thanked him. Tracy showed me to the door.

"Next time at my place?" I asked in a lowered voice. "I owe David your pussy now," I said.

"I know, I did agree to that..." she said.

Yes she had!

Still alive! Took a bit of a break from blogging after that last six-parter. Phew! Much kinkiness has transpired since then: a threesome with Tracy, David switching it up on me. But I think I need to return to my roots a bit, so today I'll blog about a proper Dominant Wife Spanking I gave my husband recently.

Recently his trainer Mags moved on out of the country to do a graduate business degree. It was fun having her train david, though in truth her whippings were getting a bit routine. She did not have much kinky imagination, and without that from the Domme, things can get stale. Still it was a good way to keep david motivated to work out: having a pretty young thang strip him and whip him between sets!

But quite apart from that, I have been noticing david putting on extra fat around his middle. Exercise is great and has all manner of health benefits, as does eating healthy food, but getting fat comes from over-eating, pure and simple. On an airplane I recently read a very interesting article in Scientific American called The Exercise Paradox that cites new evidence based on the latest and most accurate measurement techniques that says the number of calories your burn is relatively constant regardless of how hard you exercise. The body adjusts, they hypothesize, by cutting down on unnecessary "repair" activities to preserve energy (apparently, evolutionary speaking, the only reason a human slows down from the hunting and gathering is when they are ill).

So, after reading this article I decided to take matters into my own hands regarding david's health. He is now weighing himself every day on the Internet scale and recording all his food in an app. The results of his weekly weigh-ins will be spankings, chores, and sex.

If his record keeping and weight loss pleases me, he'll be allowed to be very manly towards me and give me a spanking, require me to do chores around the house, and have sex with me in any way he chooses. Implements and ass sex are reserved for a string of good weeks.

If he displeases me, he will be dressed in women's clothing, spanked severely, made to do chores, and I will have sex with him any way I choose. I also reserve the right to put him in timeout and write lines for me if I think he's enjoying himself too much. And don't think he won't be sitting nude with a very red butt and a big fat dildo up his butt as he writes me those lines. Oh there will be tears.

And lest you fear too much for my ass, I mandated a very aggressive (though still healthy) rate of fat loss for him, and I shall be very hard to please.

I made him agree to an additional highly motivational penalty if there is weight gain across any given month: a very hard, in his bra with panties pulled down spanking across John's knee while Tracy and I watch. John and Tracy have already agreed to it. Bra and panties and everything. (John had a chuckle, especially about the bra and panties, but was glad to help, according to Tracy). I am quite sure david will not allow it to come to this, but we shall see.

I confronted him with all this, and he agreed to it, knowing he did need to shed body fat. I had to really put my foot down regarding the spanking from John, but he reluctantly agreed, feeling he could use the extra backstop motivation to absolutely positively lose fat.

We started off by taking him up to the bathroom scale. He had not weighed himself in some time, though the roll of fat around his belly told the story only too clearly. I made him strip to nude, and supervised as he stepped up onto the scale.


Before the numbers came up I already knew the verdict. He was fat and flabby. This was especially highlighted for me given my recent experiences with Tracy's husband, who is so lean and muscular. If he can do it, certainly david can as well, and it starts with good diet!

And yes indeed. His weight was way up. Around 10% higher than it should be, and all of it fat.

His diet was going to get off on the right foot with a hairbrush spanking and a strapping. I dragged him by the ear and took him back downstairs. I stood him with his nose firmly in the corner of the living room. As he stood there like that, I set up the spanking chair, and I fetched the hard wooden hairbrush and the twin tailed tawse.

I scolded him some more as he stood in the corner, his vulnerable little buns seemingly quivering in fright. I left him there like that, telling him that he could contemplate the errors that got him into this situation, and the bun beating he would soon be getting from me.

I took my time. I made myself a cup of herbal tea and I did some reading. I left him there for a full 30 minutes.

When it was time, I went up to him, and took him again by the ear, and lead him over to the spanking chair. I sat on it, and then pulled him down across my knee. I hiked him over a bit higher so that his head was near the ground and his feet were dangling. I prefer him like this. Of course he was hard. He always is at a time like this. It would not last.

I used the hairbrush right from the start, and I used it hard. A couple of hundred solid whacks that had him kicking and begging for mercy by the time I was only half done. His ass turned a deep, crimson red. I also used the brush on his upper thighs and into his cleft and inner thighs. It was a wonderful spanking!

This is what my husband's ass looks like looks like after one of my "punishment" hairbrush spankings

He was well-spanked, but not yet strapped.

I stood him up and took him by his upper arm over to the sofa, where I had him bend over across the back of it, ass high, legs spread. This is a lovely position for a man. His cock and balls are visible and vulnerable, dangling there between his legs. His ass cheeks are spread, showing off his bottom hole. How embarrassing that a "man" should be made to display his bottom hole like this to his wife! Well it was for a good cause. I am especially adept at "near cheek wrap around", which means whipping the tip of the strap around the near cheek and into his crack, punishing the tender skin nearest his rectum. I am also skilled at striking vertically with the strap, in-line with his ass crack, but at a slight oblique angle to impart a fiery sting he'll feel whenever his cheeks rub together. It's a skill I possess.

I began his strapping. I visited his entire ass, his thighs, his inner thighs (ouch!), and his crack. I ended with an intense and fiery strapping at full force onto his twin sit spots. It made me smile thinking how my husband would be squirming at work the next day. I am sure his "stand up" desk will get plenty of use!

It happened a little while ago, a couple of weeks after my evening with Tracy and John (Schoolgirl Punishment) where I allowed Tracy's husband to have sex with me (with my husband's permission). Tracy was keen to get her husband more involved in our playtime and I let it happen. I felt like I was being "procured" for John by Tracy. Like a piece of meat! But fortunately I am totally sexually aberrant and found that totally sexy. To cut a long story short, my mouth and pussy were extremely well used by John. Much more so than I was used to from my sweet david.

But Tracy had agreed beforehand that if I gave it up to John, she would return the favour for david. She even used the words "anything goes" which I think means ass, right? Part of the deal with myself for allowing John to use me was that I would allow my husband to use Tracy. I am very sensitive to having the scales be balanced.  So I did not let it wait long, and we arranged a get together over at our place soon after.

Unless you've actually done it, you guys cannot imagine what it's like to have a pretty woman knocking on the door of your house to offer herself up like that. She's down home, country, conservative, Babtist, and freaky. She was wearing tall boots, skinny jeans, a sheepskin coat, and there she was, all alone, at our doorway, ringing our doorbell for a booty call. Unbelievable!

"So we're doing this?" she asked, still in the doorway as I opened it.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her in and gave her a big kiss on the lips. Tasty girl. She doffed her coat and kicked off her boots as we continued kissing. I took her by the hand and took her up to the bedroom. Why bother with the chit chat? We all knew why she was here!

"Where's david?" she asked. I told her I'd call him when we needed him. We knelt on the bed and we undressed each other down to our bras and panties. We then lay down next to one another and started kissing and fondling over our undies (and a bit under!)

"Call him," she said. I got up out of bed, went into the upstairs hallway and called down to david. "Oh Sweetie!" I yelled out to him. "Could you come up here, please?"

When he got into the bedroom he was greeted by the sight of me in my bra and panties, together with my sexy friend, undressed likewise. "Strip," I told him as I went back to kissing Tracy. I intended to be in control of this show. He stripped bare.

"Oh no! Would you just look at that!" I said. david was extremely excited! He was rock hard and his cocktip was engorged and almost purple. When he gets really excited it kind of arcs up towards the ceiling and twitches. And it sure was doing that!

"I guess he's happy to see me," said Tracy with a smile.

What do I think of that? Amazing! I was glad he was so excited. It would be a bit hypocritical if I thought otherwise. I had been excited to be fucked by Tracy's husband. First new cock in a decade. This would be david's first strange pussy in that same period. Of course he should be excited! Tracy also looked sexily eager. While she and her husband swung, that was before their kids, and she told me it was a rare occasion even then that she allowed a man to "go all the way." So this was her first strange cock in about a decade as well, and about to take her every which way!

We opened our arms and invited him into the bed. We put him face up between us, and we both went down on him at the same time. We licked up and down the side of his cock together. I put it in my mouth a bit, and then she did, and we went back and forth. I had never done this before! It was so strange looking into another woman's eyes as I licked my husband's cock while she was doing the same.


"Watch," said Tracy and she slid her mouth around his cock and went down until her lips touched his abdomen! Then she bobbed a bit and then came back up for air. Wow!

"Don't you dare cum!" I told david as I gave his cock a slap. His cock was purpled and twitching with excitement at the treatment he was receiving.

I knelt Tracy up in front of david. He started stroking himself slowly. I was behind her. I unsnapped her bra and slowly pulled it off her. She covered her tits with her hands coyly, as part of my strip tease of her. I grabbed her lower arms and pulled them behind her, which made her tits jut out proudly. Holding both her hands behind her back with one of mine, I started fondling her tits. Squeezing. Pinching. Lightly slapping. david seemed to enjoy the show.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked breathlessly of david.

"Yes Ma'am," he answered enthusiastically.

I let go of her hands and I moved to her panties. I slowly, slowly started pulling them down. Lower and lower and lower. She was kneeling up on her knees. I exposed her pussy. I reached my hands down to her lips and I pulled her apart, showing david her pink folds.

"You're going to get to fuck that," I told david. "If that's still ok," speaking to Tracy.

"It's why I'm here isn't it? A little fuck toy for your husband..." She said this in a husky, sexy voice as I fingered her pussy and opened it wide. A voice that made it very clear she had been fantasizing about it and anticipating the moment. Fantasizing she was to be given by her friend to the husband as a "fuck toy", which she absolutely was. I knew exactly how she felt. The power of fantasy.

"Make a man out of you," she joked with david, egging him on, referring to his beta male status with me.

Didn't want to let that pass unchallenged. Decided he should prove what a good little beta male he is first. "Come here," I told david. "Lick it."

He eagerly complied, kneeling in front of her and lapping his tongue up and down her pussy as I held her apart for him, There's my good little beta male, licking where he's told to lick.

I put her on her back on the bed, removed her panties completely, and had her spread and bend her legs a bit bent. I directed david to go down on her some more. He is very good at this, and proved it. As he was doing this I stripped off my bra and panties and lay down beside Tracy, kissing her and fondling her. I moved my hand down to her low abdomen and pushed where I like to get pushed as I'm licked. I stopped him before Tracy came. I recalled that she's a one or two orgasm gal, and I didn't want to use her up too soon.

"Are you ready to be FUCKED?" I asked her in a husky whisper.

"Bring it on," she said.

I had david get into missionary position in front of her. His cock inches from her pussy. It felt good letting him do this. Fun justice for my own infidelity.

"Go on," I said, "fuck that cunt." Such a dirty mouth. But I know Tracy likes dirty talk or I wouldn't have been so crude.

"You're both sure?" he asked.

"I'm very sure!" I answered enthusiastically.

"And I'm not used to having to invite a Gentleman twice," she said. Poor gal. Juicy pussy right there. Not sure if the man wants it. Can't have that.

I put my hand on his ass and encouraged him into her, guiding his cocktip in with my other hand. This was fun!  I supervised closely as I saw david's dick disappear up Tracy's cunt. Surreal. "Ohhhh!" he moaned. I kept one hand on his ass, and the other on Tracy's lips above her clit, and felt them doing it.

After maybe a dozen thrusts, and seeing his face, I said "tell me when you get close."

"Fuck, I'm close already!" he said right away.

"Hey, I'm nowhere near!" exclaimed Tracy

"How close?" I asked him.

"Really, really, close," he answered.

Well that was not a great showing! "Ok, pull out." He did so, and Tracy said "Ohhhhh!" in a disappointed tone. Ha ha! Not quite the same staying power as her husband, my man. I stuck one hand inside Tracy, feeling her wetness. I put my mouth on david's cock, tasting the mix of her excitement and his pre-cum, confirming how close he had been.

"We're not done," I told Tracy. "Hand and knees, girl. Doggy style."

Tracy smiled and barked at me "woof woof" putting herself into position, arching her back prettily. Showing off her puffy pussy and bottom hole. I slapped her bum which only encouraged her. I put david behind her, his twitchy hard cock inches from her pussy. It felt like I was playing with my Barbie and Ken dolls! I hoped Ken would not blow his load in mid air.

"Hold on," I said, and went into the bedside drawer to get out the lube. I dribbled the lube onto her bottom hole and rubbed it in with my fingers.

"Oh no! Not there!" said Tracy. "You didn't do that," she said.

"Shut up, you," I said. "I know what I'm doing. You're getting his cock and my finger at the same time."

"Ohhhh!" she said.

"Any more complaints?" I asked.

"No..."

"Good. At least I'm not whipping your ass with a belt before I let him fuck you like you did to me. And I do remember you husband's fat fingers up both our asses!"

"Ohhhh!" she said again, in her pouty little voice.

I slid my middle finger up her ass. I got david to enter her from behind. What a visual david got of my finger lodged up her behind as he entered her vagina and fucked her from behind. I could feel his cock sliding in through her bum hole!

There are so, so many combinations and permutations of sex acts with three people. As I searched for images of threesomes for this blog post I realized that. I kick myself now for not doing my research in advance and trying all of them!

Poor david, though, it was, like, five thrusts before he started saying he was 'gonna cum.

"Ok. Hold still. Don't move," I told him, trying to get him through this.

"Ah! She's squeezing!" He said.

I slapped Tracy's ass again. "Stop that!" I told her. She giggled.

As david was holding as still as he could, I intensified my finger fucking of her behind.

"Oh come on!" complained david worried he would explode without the thrusting.

"Look away," I advised him.

"I can't" he said.

I told him to pull out, I gingerly felt his cock with my hand. I gave it a slap, and another harder one. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard. "Not yet." I told him. "Now get back inside her. Show her you can be a man." He slipped it back in. I slipped my finger out of Tracy's ass. I reached behind him and collected his testicles in my hand and squeezed. He moaned in pain as he fucked her.

"Is that better?" I asked him.

"No! It hurts!" He said.

I pulled him out of her by his balls.

I made him lie on his back. I got on top of him and sat on his face. I asked Tracy to sit cowgirl position with his cock up inside her.


"Lick my asshole," I told him.


Tracy and I kissed and fondled as david licked my asshole and she squirmed around his cock.

"You're actually making him lick it?" she asked.

"I sure am. It feels good. Do you want to try?"

"Yes!" she said.

"After he cums, first he'll clean your pussy and then your ass, ok?"

"Yeah," she moaned as she kept bouncing on david.

It was not very long at before david started bucking his hips and moaning and digging his tongue deeper into my asshole. He was going to cum.

"That's it, baby," I told him. "Shoot your load right into her!"

Tracy looked like she was concentrating, squeezing his cock with her vagina as he grunted, bucked, and gushed his sperm into her hot wet cunt. He came hard and I felt it all as he struggled beneath me, my ass in his face. What a treat for him, to so thoroughly sperm another woman's pussy while having the honour of licking out his wife's asshole!

I dismounted and Tracy and I changed places. He had just cum and was not hard any longer, so I just sat on his soft wet cock and kissed Tracy as david cleaned her up, licking and swallowing his own cum out of her cunt.


When I judged he was sufficiently done with her snatch, I had her sit up straighter. I made david put his hands on her ass cheeks and pull them apart, and then made him lick her asshole. Up and down. Across and back. Around and around. In and out. Repeat.

"You clean her little hole, david," I said. "Get all that nasty lube out of her."

How demeaning! He had to lick two women's' assholes, one after the other. And thoroughly too. That's what boys are best at!

"Do you like it?" I asked her.

"Fuck yes!" she said. "I've never had anybody do this to me before. It's nice." She was rubbing herself as she said this.

"Maybe get John to do it next time?" I suggested helpfully.

"Ha! Zero chance of that. You know he's been spanking me since we got together last time?" she revealed.

"Oh poor baby," I said, kissing her.

"If I suggested he licks my ass I'd be across his knee in a flash and then he'd probably make me lick his, and that's just gross."

"Oh I know! Who would enjoy doing that?" I asked sarcastically.

"Apparently your husband," she said. And then down to david, "Come on boy, keep licking. Nice and deep. Clean out my nasty corn hole." And then back to me, "There's no hope for him, is there?" she asked.

"No hope," I agreed. "Spankings, lickings, and ass fuckings is what he's good for." I was intending to prove all three tonight!

I took Tracy off of him and put her on her back on the bed. She had not cum yet. david's excuse for a fucking had not done it for her. But david has something going for him that her husband does not have. A highly trained and talented tongue.

I went into the ensuite bathroom, wet a bar of soap, and brought it a back with me. I made david open up and cleaned out his mouth with the soap. I scrubbed very thoroughly up in there. Tracy looked amused watching this. I told him to go the bathroom, rinse, gargle with mouthwash, and rinse again with water. I told Tracy he's licking her next until she came, and I wanted to be very careful with her delicate pussy, which she appreciated and thanked me for with a big kiss.

When he got back, I set him between her legs again, licking and lapping at her pussy. I told him to slow down and take his time. Tracy seemed to be enjoying it.

I stood up, went again to the bedside drawer, and got out my strap-on dildo. I pulled on my panties and then calmly put the strap-on harness around me, and then chose the medium purple dildo as my cock which I slipped into the the holder.

I knee-walked over to Tracy and slapped my dick against her cheek. She giggled and turned her mouth to take it in, blowing me nicely.

But the cock wasn't ultimately for her (but I do want to try that sometime with her, both ways!). It was for my man. "Make it nice and wet," I told her. It's going up his ass next..."

"Awww, the poor guy," she said.

"After that poor showing," I said, "I'm going to show him what a real fucking is like."

I mean, come on, he had his chance with Tracy. Barely got her wet with his fumbling short-lived attempts. Now Tracy would see that at least one member of this family knew how to deliver a proper, long, hard fucking.

I pulled out and went behind david. I arranged him, lubed him, and penetrated him. I made sure he was continuing licking Tracy's pussy the whole time.

Then I started fucking him. Tracy taunted him as his head slammed against her pussy with the force of my fucking. "You're getting fucked by your wife? Huh? Are you 'gonna learn what a real fucking is like? One that lasts longer than five thrusts?"

Ha Ha! She was playing too!

She grabbed david's head and pulled him into her as she started moving her hips and fucking his face with her cunt as I slammed his ass. "Oh yes! Yes! Sweet Jesus!" She said (!!!) and shuddered to a climax.

Closest I could find, yet oddly appropriate.

david's head moved further up Tracy's body. Onto her tummy as I kept fucking him.  She stroked his head as I banged him.

"Ah! Ah! Ow! No!" he complained as I thrust into him and Tracy comforted him. He had not made a good showing with his cock, and he was paying his penance now on top of his new lady friend.

Finally I started slowing down, starting to bring his fucking to an end.

"Had enough?" I asked.

"Oh yes Ma'am!" he answered.

"No," said Tracy, "give him some more. He needs to be punished. And make him keep licking me."

I pulled him back by the hips and positioned his mouth at her pussy.

"I'm fucking you hard until she cums again," I told him. He groaned.

Fortunately, it didn't take longer that about five minutes for him to get her off a second time. I'm sure his big wet tears helped with her excitement level.

When she came back down again and I had pulled out of david she told him "You poor man, you got fucked so hard! And here it was supposed to be me getting it hard from you. I guess I'll have to ask your wife to do it next time."

My thoughts exactly!

"Don't move," I said to him. "until I can clean you up a bit." I left him there with his head resting on Tracy's tummy.

I went to the bathroom to take off and clean my strap-on, and to get some toilet parer to bring back to david. When he was cleanish I pulled him off of her, sat by the side of the bed, and pulled him across my knee. "Pass me that hairbrush," I asked Tracy.

"That cock is a disgrace!" I told him as I spanked him with the hairbrush. "Have you any idea how much longer John can fuck than you? Would you ever be able to satisfy a woman like Tracy?"

"No," she answered for him.

"It's a good thing I don't cum from cock, and that your tongue is so talented," I said.

"It is," Tracy added.

I finished him off with a flurry of spanks and then set him to stand in the corner of the bedroom with his spanked red bare ass showing.

"I'm sorry about his performance," I told Tracy, gong back onto the bed to kiss her some more.

"It was exciting anyways," she said, "and he goes down, which I have a hard time getting John to do."

"david!" I yelled out. "Go put on a pair of your panties and then stand back in your corner."

"He's really like a woman," I told Tracy. "Submissive, gives head, takes cock."

"You stand there in your panties," I called out to him as he returned to his corner in his pink lacy panties, "and think about what a good woman you would have made some man."

Ha Ha! It was all part of my plan for the evening. Need to make him pay for his strange pussy treat. Wouldn't want him getting too big for his panty britches and thinking he was good enough to fuck any woman, now would we?

Besides, it's what he loves. I know that. He is very turned on having me discuss his sexual inadequacies as a "man" in front of Tracy, and being punished for them. After-talk confirmed this.

I actually just kept him there in the corner for the next hour or so as Tracy showered, dressed, we talked some more, and then she left. Just before leaving we went back up so she could say goodbye to david. She approached him in his corner, put her hand on his pantied ass and told him that she hoped he knew that we were just teasing, that he has a fine cock and that she was very excited having him inside of her, and that she had two great orgasms from the licking which she usually does not get from her guy.

"I'm sorry you had to get a spanking on account of me, and such a hard ass fucking," she added.

"I'm not, Ma'am," he said.

"I can see that," she said. "Julie, look," she said, turning him and showing me the tent in his panties. "He's hard again. What a stud! Except for the panties..."

I went up to him and turned him back around and pushed his nose back into the corner. "Nose in the corner, panty boy, until I tell you otherwise. And put your hands on your head. I don't want you touching your cock anymore tonight. You've had your fun and you still have another licking coming."

I left him in doubt as to whether "licking" meant a spanking, or a pussy licking for me. In fact, it would be the latter.

After I saw Tracy out I came back up to david again. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"Oh yes! A dream come true. Thank you so much!!!"

"You're welcome," I said. "But now you have another pussy to lick... no fair she got all the fun..."

As I alluded to, since I got my spanking from John I figured it was only fair that my husband get to spank my bottom as well.


David has always had an interest in spanking me, from the very first. In fact, before he asked me if I would spank him, he first asked if he could spank me, and I refused. But since then, I have worked my way around to it, and felt I needed to share this with my husband.

It was soon after the first time John spanked me, as recounted in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 3). John is not even my husband and he got to do that. In fact, I even egged him on and got a FOR REAL hand spanking over his knee. Ouch! This was me during my spanking from John.


Even after my bottom was in this state, he went on to pin my hand to my side, and spanked me until I was one very sorry little red bottomed girl begging for her spanking to be over. His wife smirked at me and took photos from over his shoulder. This is what that man saw as I was bent high over his knees.


And this was what I allowed to happen afterwards as a result...


Yes, a very long and hard fucking, even having to endure his creaming at the end. I was so excited! I had never "cheated" on my husband before!!! It wasn't really cheating, as it was done with his full permission and even encouragement. And John's wife supervised my fucking, even insisting on his full ejaculation deep in my vagina. But it felt like it was cheating. And it felt good!

I needed to right the balance, and in the previous blog post,  David's Treat, I described how he was allowed to fuck John's wife, including creaming her pussy.

Prior to that, though, my husband gave me my first real Wife Spanking!


I went up to him and said, "I've been a bad girl..."

"Oh?" he said, with a smile on his face, "How's that?"

"I let another man give me a spanking," I said, in a pouty little girl voice. "A really really hard one with his hand across his knee on my bare bottom, but I've never even asked my very own husband to do that to me."

"And is that what you want now, a good hard hand spanking from me?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," I said. "And there's one more thing..."

"Tell me," he said.

"That man who spanked me? I also let him fuck me. Fuck me real hard. Fuck me like a nasty little slut when I don't even belong to him. I think I need an extra hard spanking for that, Daddy."

"I see," he said. "You know you're going to get exactly what you ask for?"

"I know..." I said.

"And afterwards I'm bending you over for a fucking," he said.

"Yes Daddy."

"in your bottom hole."

"Oh... yes Daddy."

"And then I'm going to use my tongue on you until you scream for mercy, young lady."

"Oh YES Daddy!"

There was no more talk after that. He took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom where he undressed me to bare naked. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled me across his knee. He was very masterful! He started rubbing my ass. He told me, "you may say Yellow and Red. Anything else out of your mouth and you get it harder."

"Yes Sir"

And then he started spanking me! He was a very good spanker. He spanked me nicely down low on my lower bottom cheeks. He started off at just the right speed and strength, and then I could feel it going harder. I decided to test what he had said.

"Please, no, Daddy! It hurts!"

"Spankings are meant to hurt, young lady!"

And then he started spanking me harder!!!! I guess he was serious.

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

Before too long, I was at my breaking point! "Yellow Daddy!" I yelled out.


He immediately let up on the intensity, but kept spanking me.

"Do you know what's coming next?" he asked me.

"Yes Daddy," I said.

"What's coming next? Use your words," he said.

"A fucking?"

I got a big slap across my ass. SLAP! "What kind of a fucking?" he persisted.

"The kind that a naughty, cheating, slutty wife deserves?" I answered.

SLAP! "Well yes, and what kind of a fucking is that?" SLAP!

"An ass fucking, Sir!"

SLAP! "Correct."

I then felt him leaning over, with me still across his lap, and opening up the bedside drawer. He was getting the lube! I felt him parting my ass cheeks and dribbling the lube between them. He started rubbing the lube into my asshole, poking his finger in and out.

This development was not unanticipated. We had in fact discussed our scene the night before while cuddling in bed. I had asked for a good hard hand spanking across his knee followed by an ass fucking and then a licking. I do like to communicate clearly so there is no misunderstanding!

He started giving me a finger fucking up my bottom. He started slowly, but even one of his fingers felt big! He used plenty of lube and increased the intensity.


As he did this, his little finger also rubbed my pussy.

He then made me stand up and had me get on my hands and knees on the bed with my ass in the air. He took off his clothes and then came up behind me. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my asshole. He gently pushed forwards. I breathed hard in and out until his cocktip passed the entrance. He grabbed my hips and began gently fucking me in the ass!

It was not very long, but I remember thinking "I am such a dirty slut!" over and over again in my head as I endured it.

"I'm such a naughty wife," I told him. "Please fuck me in the ass. Teach me my lesson!"

"Oh yeah. You're learning your lesson now, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Who owns this ass?"

"You do Sir!"

"Oh yes I do... and I'm teaching you... teaching you... Ohhhhh!"

And with that he yelled out and came deep up my asshole!

Afterwards he pulled out, and we both went into the shower together and washed one another off. He then escorted me back to bed and licked my pussy until I came... several times!

It wouldn't turn into a regular thing, but every now and then it's nice to switch things up. My butt was sore the next morning. Ha ha!

It's now past a month from since I again took charge of my husband's diet. He's struggling. He has lost a total of, drum roll please, 2 whole pounds in a month. fizzle.

He was very close, 3 lbs, to suffering the ultimate indignity of enduring a bra and panty spanking across another man's knee. You think he would have tried harder to avoid this?


I would have loved to have sat with Tracy and seen him upended across John's knee, have his panties lowered, and then spanked to tears. Hand only. No safewords. I would have followed it up with a very public ass fucking for him, right in front of John and Tracy.


Don't think I wouldn't have.

Oh well. Not to be this month. Here's hoping for his sake that he hits his stride.

As it was, he was on the receiving end of four pretty harsh spankings, with another coming soon.

The ritual has been once a week, and starts with a nude weigh-in.


I have him stand there like that while I look at his food app. The problem is obvious. He's having a hard time limiting himself to his set number of calories. He's always just a little bit over. As a result, his progress has been negligable.

And I really don't get it. He has every motivation in the world to do better. He would get fun sex, get to spank me, get a good boy spanking from me with orgasm. But no. Week after week after week it's a harsh spanking from me, a full hour of corner time, another spanking, an hour's worth of lines, and then another spanking. I've standardized on a paddling for the first, a strapping for the second, and a caning or switching for the third.




I've been giving it to him harder and harder each week. And he appears to be scared of his weigh-ins. The full hour of boring corner time he hates. He hates writing lines for me as well.

Next time the paddling will be longer and harder; the corner-time will be butt-plugged; the strapping will be stricter with more strokes; the line writing will be bare-assed on a hard wooden chair sitting on his dildo; and the final punishment will be with my Delrin cane and he will NOT be sitting the next day. I fucking DARE him to not lose a pound a week after that. I DARE him!

After that, I suppose I will start inviting guests to see his weigh-ins.

I WILL motivate him!

So many spankings... what to write about? On david's fitness front I got him a new trainer. This time a vanilla one from an agency. Young and cute and very knowledgeable and professional. I'll treat him like a child in front of her and we'll see where that goes. Ha ha!

But david has been doing pretty well on his diet, so the other day I allowed him to have his way with me as he chose. As a result I got spanked, fondled, and fucked.


He made me take off every stitch of my clothing as he sat there and watched. He made me put my hands on top of my head and do a slow spin for him. Completely bare!

He told me to bend over with my ass towards him, and show him my bottom hole. You guys are sick! I needed to reach behind myself and spread my cheeks before he was satisfied.


He gave me the choice of ass or pussy for my fucking. I chose pussy. Hey... if given the choice.

He made my put my hands on my knees as I bent over. My breasts dangled. He grabbed them in a very rough manner with his hands. Fondled them to the point of abuse! Twisted my nipples. Slapped them even as they dangled there. I hate when they dangle like that, like a milk cow.


I stayed bent over as he got a light flogger out. He flogged me! He made me stay bent over. Bend over more in fact. Spread my legs, grab my own ankles, and then he flogged me. It was on my ass but not just on my ass!!!! The tips of the flogger flogged my pussy, my asshole. He even flogged upwards, wrapping the flogger around to my pubis and my lower abdomen! The cad. I got so wet.

He then took me across his knee and gave me a jolly good spanking!


What's a naked girl to do in this position except to kick her legs and beg, which I did. He kept me across his knee for a good long time and really reddened my tender little bottom. He's developped a habit of cupping his fingers and slapping my near cheek so that his fingers whip into my asshole and my pussy. When I complained he went back to smacking my cheeks, but really hard. He asked me if I was sure I didn't want it gentler, but on my pussy. I oped for the pussy! He made me spread my legs and he spanked my pussy more directly. Lightly. I was dripping wet.

When I was well-spanked he put me on my knees in front of him, and I was required to suck him. I had to do it. It was his reward. He was allowed to have his way with me anyway he chose. 10 pounds of weight loss to-date earns him that privilege.


He stopped me before he came. He put me on all fours on the bed and entered me from behind.

I know how she feels...

He pulled me into him from the hips and roughly pumped into my cunt until he came.

He thanked me for his use of me, and made me go to bed with a cummy pussy and no relief! I had to wash the sheets myself next day. I was embarrassed to leave them for the cleaning lady.

Not to worry, I got my revenge on him soon enough. That's another story. But meanwhile, I am enjoying my trimmed down more muscular man. And so he got to enjoy his woman, anyway he wanted to that evening...

Decided to have some fun with my boy. I had the girl next door come over to see how I deal with my husband!


Nice thing about Toronto is there are so many professional escorts, with many of them (based on their ads) very open to kinky play, and willing to make a house call (after some safety checks).

I picked a nice young looking girl that I knew david would go for, who must have been in her early twenties. Petite, smaller breasted, and looking younger even than that, I asked her to come by to help me Domme my husband. She should come dressed down with minimal makeup and to play the role of the girl next door being shown the ropes. All I told david was that on a certain day we would be role playing, and that I had a special treat in store for him. Oh, and he should be sure to wear panties that day, and to be thoroughly cleaned out. I made sure he did not forget either on the day.

The lady in question and I communicated by email, phone, and in person to set things up. She was a little hesitant at first, but I was patient about it and told her it would be fun and different, and offered to meet her. So we set up a meeting at a coffee shop. I offered to pay her for her time, which she accepted at a reasonable rate. She was just what I was looking for, a lot like her photos. I explained in more detail the relationship I have with my husband, and in broad terms what I wanted her to do. It was not too much: mainly watching and a bit of touching. A bit of spanking and some ass play for him. It was a very naughty conversation carried out in hushed tones and always looking over our shoulders for a stealthy nosy coffeehouse patron!

I think she thought I was totally weird, but she agreed. I also liked and felt I could trust her. I did not go into great detail, as I wanted her to be genuinely surprised and show it, and so we just talked in general terms about her role and our boundaries. She seemed excited to play after our meeting, and comfortable with me. I think I have a way with sex workers. Certainly I admire and respect them. In a different life... exciting...


It was fun keeping my little secret from david. He knew something was up, but not exactly what. I got excited thinking abut the prospect of him seeing this strange young girl introduced as one of our neighbours.

Setting it up and anticipating it was fun. And then there was the interminable wait for the day to come. But then, finally, at the appointed day and hour, she knocked on our door. And oh my! Game on!

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I let her in, greeted her warmly, and slipped her an envelope with her pay. She did not bother counting it, just put it straight into her purse. In fact I had put in a little bit extra beyond what she had asked for.

I brought her in to see david. He knew very little at this point. I introduced her as "Katie", the young lady down the street from us. She was dressed in low rise blue jeans and a logoed sweatshirt, and had on minimal makeup as I had requested. david knew something was up, but did not know exactly what. For all he knew, this was our neighbour Katie and that was the surprise. She certainly did not look at all like an "escort". Regardless, he played along.

I made up a story of how I had met Katie at the coffee place on the corner, and we had got to talking first about my work, and then about some of her boyfriend issues.


During that conversation, I told her about how I keep my husband in line, and she was very intrigued, so I invited her around for a demonstration.

I told her, in front of david, that it takes a bit of effort, but that it's worth it to get a docile and obedient husband. A key element is his daily bathing, which I administer as a mother would to her child.


"Would you like to see that?" I asked her.

"Sure!" she said.

"This will be very embarrassing," begged david.

"Shush david. Katie needs to learn how to control a man," I said."Be polite now."

I took david by his hand and led him up to the bathroom. Katie followed. It has a rainforest style shower head and a spritzing wand thingy. I brought him there, and started undressing him.

Katie stood off to the side and watched intently. When I lowered his pants she said "what have we here!", spying his feminine pink panty. I had not told her about the bathing, or the panties. Surprise!

"I keep him in panties," I told her. "It keeps him docile and reminds him who's in charge. Doesn't it sweetie?"

"Yes Ma'am," he replied. He was just simply darling all naked except for his little panty!  I then went behind him and pulled his panty down to his ankles, allowing Katie to get an eyeful of his front-side.


He immediately moved his hands to cover his crotch. Katie was just standing there with a little smirk / smile on her face. I had some leather cuffs and a nylon rope I previously placed in a drawer in the bathroom. I took the cuffs out and cuffed first one wrist, and then the other. I placed the rope through the eyelets of the cuffs and tied them together in front of him.


I led him into the shower area. I had him raise his hands and I threw the nylon rope up and over the top of the shower enclosure. I tied the far end down onto one of the legs of our tub. This forced him to keep his hands up high above his head for his bathing. He was fully exposed now to Katie's gaze. No more covering up possible!

I started up the shower, getting it to a nice temperature. I had some liquid soap spiked with Eucalyptus and a big round bath sponge.


I soaped and wet the sponge, wet him with the spritzer, and started soaping him up all over. Katie came over and helpfully held the sprayer as I scrubbed him. I spent a fair amount of time on his penis and testicles, of course. His cock was as hard as I've ever seen it!


I had him turn around as I soaped and scrubbed his bottom and crack.


Then I turned him around again so that Katie could see his soapy penis in all its glory.

"See how excited he gets?" I asked Katie.


"Yes!" she said.

"He's not allowed pornography of any type, or to touch himself at all without my permission. So outside of his weekly ejaculation, this is the only stimulation it gets," I explained.

"Poor boy," she said.

"He does get to cum once a week regularly. It's healthy for him. In fact, today is his ejaculation day. If he's good he gets treats each week: my hand, then my mouth, then even more. But if he's bad, it's back to using his own hand while I supervise. You don't like that, do you Baby?" I asked him.


"No ma'am,"

"No," I continued, "it's embarrassing for you, isn't it, to have to use your own hand like a horny little teenager while your wife watches and laughs? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you if you had to use your own hand this week and if I invited Katie to stay and watch?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Well, were you a good boy this week?" I asked as I scrubbed.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"I don't think so," I said. "Who was supposed to take the recycling bin out to the curb on Tuesday night?"

"I was, Ma'am," he said with a grown.

"And who actually took the recycling bin out to the curve Wednesday morning?"

"You did, Ma'am?"

"Yes I did. And you know what that means." I added.

"No! Please!" He begged.

"What does it mean, david? Tell Katie what it means when you forget a chore."

"It means... I get punished," he said with a little voice while I rubbed between his legs with the soapy sponge.

"How do you get punished?" I asked, leaving it open for him to say.

"With a sp... sp... spanking, Ma'am."

"That's right. What kind of spanking?"

"A naked spanking. Across your knee. With the wooden hairbrush." He said. He could have picked anything. A strapping, a caning, a hand spanking, a wooden spoon spanking. A pegging. But he loves his wooden hairbrush spankings OTK. He always goes back there. Ahhh. But isn't this what it's all about? It feels like coming home.


"A bare naked hairbrush spanking across my knee like a little boy. And shall we invite Miss Katie to watch that?" I asked.

"No! Please No!" he said. I know him well. In this case, No definitely means Yes!

"Katie, would you like to see that?" I asked.

"Absolutely!" she answered, sealing his "fate".

"And if you have time," I added, "you can stay to watch his ejaculation afterwards as well."

"I'd love to," she said.

"Nooooo," cried david.

"Would you like to try your hand at scrubbing him?" I asked.

"Yes please," she said. We switched places and she got in there. She used her hands, concentrating on his private parts. His penis, his testicles, between his legs, his ass, his crack. By her hand positioning and by david's reaction, I could tell she was even massaging his anus!

"Be careful you don't let him spurt," I said. "He's not allowed a woman's hand this week, only his own. Keep him right at the edge. But be careful, he's a bit of a premature ejaculator."

"I'll be careful," she said, and then to him, "do you like that? Do you like it when the girl next door rubs your cock like this?"

"Oh yes Miss!" said david, and I smiled.

"You like it when I rub your asshole, don't you?"

"Yes Miss."

"I can tell by the moaning," she said.

"Do you want me to stick my finger up your ass?" she whispered to him. A bit beyond the naive girl next door I thought! But oh well.

"Oh yes, please, Miss."

She stopped and got some latex gloves out from her purse and put them on!

"There it goes. Right up your ass."

"Ohhhhhh"

"Do you like getting finger fucked, like a dirty little whore, by the girl next door in front of your wife?" I asked him.

"Ohhhh. Yes Ma'am. Ohhhh"

"But don't you dare cum," I added.

"Ohhh, but I'm so close," he said.

"Put two fingers in," I suggested.

"Ohhhhhh..." he said as Katie obviously did as I requested.

"Turn him around, let me see him getting finger-fucked in that hole," I said.

She turned him so that his ass was facing me. I reached a hand in and spread his cheek. She liked the idea and spread his other so we both got a clear view of her two fingers pistoning in and out of his asshole. I had gotten more than I bargained for! I had told her how anal erotic he is during our talk, so I guess that is why she went there.

As this was going on, she had stopped fondling his cock, as it was truly twitching and on the very edge.

As an interlude, am I not the best wife ever? To let my man enjoy a young escort's erotic touch? Though I enjoy doing it as well. I don't get why more wives get so freaked out at the thought and don't go there. It's just good dirty fun.

She finished his anal finger fucking and stepped back. As she took off her gloves and washed her hands I rinsed all the soap off him. I then untied his hands, undid his cuffs, and brought him to the center of the bathroom where both Katie and I toweled him dry. He must have been in heaven having two ladies drying him, kneeling on the ground, one per leg. Toweling right up to his excited crotch!

"Are you sorry you're going to be made to jerk off in front of Katie? As I recall, you had worked your way up to a nice blow job from me. Too bad you lost all your oral sex privileges this week," I told him. I was still on my knees, toweling off his upper legs. I looked up at him and said, "I was going to use my mouth. Make my lips nice and wet and slide around your cock. Take it so deep into my mouth, right up to the hilt." I put my mouth around his cock, just the tip. It excited me to do this in front of Katie! "Too bad," I said, as I withdrew and stood up, his knees shaking, his hips bucking, and his cock twitching in frustrated desire.

"Time for your spanking," I said, and I lead him into the bedroom. I got out the folding spanking chair and the hairbrush, and brought him down across my knee. Katie perched nearby on the bed to watch the proceedings. I started with my hand and slapped his ass pink. Then I picked up the hairbrush and spanked him harder with it.

"You see," I said, speaking to Katie, "this is how you have to deal with naughty husbands. Each and every time they misbehave. A good old fashioned spanking across their wife's knee with the back of a stout hairbrush!" And then to him, "will you remember to take out the recycling next week?" SPANK SPANK SPANK.

Extra embarrassing for him in front of witnesses. Especially strange young ladies he has never interacted with before, who just might be the neighbor next door!


How childish. First bathed by Mommy with her little helper, and then spanked by her in front of the same helper. What must she be thinking, witnessing a supposedly grown "man" being subjected to such an indignity by his loving wife? Bare naked across her knee? Perhaps had he just endured it in silence, but no. Much childish crying out and kicking up of legs accompanied his spanking. A performance worthy of a six year old girl. Katie watched with a great big smile on her face!

"Would you like to give it a try?" I asked Katie.

"Sure!" she said, seemingly always game.

We switched places and Katie started spanking him with her hand. I noticed that her free hand held him into her by his high upper thigh, brushing his balls. She took the hairbrush when offered, and gave him a token spanking with it as well. Clearly not terribly experienced at it, but definitely not intimidated either.

We switched places again. I put david into a "lock down", passing my right leg over the backs of both of his. Oh oh!


I then gave him much more of a "real" spanking with the hairbrush, scolding him for forgetting his chore. Before too long he was again kicking and squirming, this time with a much greater and more satisfying sense of urgency, apologizing and begging to be let off, promising to be good and that he would never ever do that again. He nonetheless got the full dose of a strict wife's hairbrush spanking, bystanders and begging notwithstanding. I guarantee, girl next door, escort, or pro domme, Katie learned a thing or two about how a woman properly spanks her man!

"There!" I said as I finished him off and through down the hairbrush, but keeping him across my knee.

"Wow! That is one red ass!" said Katie.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I think it's sexy as hell," she answered.

"Want to watch me strap him?" I asked.

"Duhhh... Yessss!" she responded. Ha Ha!

"Oh No! Please! No!" begged david. He most notably did not say "yellow" or "red"!

I moved david to the bed, making him lie face down across a big stack of pillows. I've learned you need to start with lots of pillows because he crushes them down with his weight, and you still want his ass up high enough that his asshole winks at us and his tender thighs beckon during his strapping.

I opened up the bedside drawer and took out my very fierce thick leather tawse. I showed it to Katie and we admired it together. I told her that I could really light a fire in his ass with this.

I got myself into position.


Then I hauled off and seared his ass right across the center of his twin peaks.


"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Katie at the severity of my first lash.

"I'm just getting warmed up," I said. "Should I continue?"

"Hell yes!" She said. I appreciated the enthousiasm, as no doubt did my david.

I hauled off with another couple of dozen to his low ass and high thighs, making sure I had plenty of strokes that wrapped around into his ass crack and inner thighs. Katie was silent as I applied the strap to his backside.

"Wow," she said again as I finished.

"Feel it," I said, touching his ass. Katie came over and let her hand roam all over his ass and thighs, and balls. "So hot!" she said. I wasn't sure if she meant the temperature of his punished flesh or the sexyness.

I got out some baby oil and I rubbed it into his ass and thighs and also onto his cock and balls from behind. Then I got some lube, lubed his bottom hole, and then lubed his butt toy. Katie spread his cheeks as I inserted his bum toy deeply up his rectum and turned it on so that it buzzed his prostate.

I then made him turn over and start rubbing his penis.

"What's the matter Baby?" I asked after a minute or so. After the strapping, his dick had completely limpenned. He needed to bring it back to life and then to get off. "Do you need a little visual aid?" I asked him?

"Yes, please!" he begged.

"Maybe if we let him peak at our tits it will go faster," I said.

We both unbuttoned our blouses and started playing with our tits over our bras. Katie pulled the cups down to give him a a good view of her bare nipples. david showed signs of excitement.

"Look at you," I said, "getting excited seeing the girl next door's tits. You should be ashamed of yourself. She's barely legal!"

david groaned while Katie laughed.

"Remember, those are for her boyfriends to play with, not an old man like you. Now you stare at those tits. Stare at what you won't be getting, and shoot your pathetic little load. Now!"


He jerked his cock harder a few times and came like gangbusters!

"In your mouth. Swallow it. Every last drop!" I told him.

He looked terribly embarrassed as he ate his own cum in front of Katie!

After he swallowed we all collapsed on the bed together and laughed. We let david in on the truth regarding "Katie". We talked about how much fun it was, and it truly was. I can highly recommend getting in an extra girl every now and then as a way to keep your man happy!

My older sister Sue texted me the other day and said "I need some kink."


Well, she came to the right place! I called her and asked her what she had in mind. She said she'd leave it to me, but that she desperately needed to see a man put in his place. Yup, definitely came to the right place!

So, I thought about it. I decided david would be put en femme, would serve us a meal and tidy up, and then suffer through a spanking across my knee followed up with a very thorough session of anal intercourse courtesy my strap-on dildo, all with Sue watching.

I also had another idea that had been tumbling around in my evil little brain for a while... you'll see.

We arranged an evening and I told david that Sue was coming over, and that I would keep him in suspense regarding my planned activities. He was nervous and excited.

On the day of, before Sue arrived, I had david shave, shower and clean out his bumhole. For his shaving I wanted him completely hairless from stocking tops to head. I made him come to me afterwards. I inspected his smoothly shaven leg tops, pubic area, genitals, tummy, chest, and underarms. I had him bend over and spread his ass cheeks for me. I inspected his ass and ass crack for hairs. I inspected his bumhole for cleanliness. My boy had done a lovely job. He even had a nice feminine scent as I had insisted he use my body wash.

To complete his "special look", I decided to give him a real treat:


I told him I was determined to make him look like a girl tonight, and it would not do to have an unsightly bulge at the front of his panties and his pathetic little balls hanging out. I had some brown packing tape on hand for the job. Very sticky!

I made him spread his legs. I started with a six inch or so piece of the wide tape. I stuck one end onto his left testicle (starting where cock meets ball and down and around his ball) and pulled his ball back between his spread legs and across and taped it tight diagonally into his right crack, just below his hole. I was delighted that the tape held. Held strongly in fact. Taking it off would be a bitch!  Good thing he was shaved.

That left his right testicle sticking out. I used another piece of tape on that one, and taped it diagonally between his legs towards his left ass crack. It looked great! From behind, the tape made an "X" with his asshole highlighted in the "V". From the front he appeared to have no testicles.  His balls were totally gone, but his penis just hung there, straight down between his legs, much smaller than usual, looking sort of like a big clit. That won't do.

I took another piece of tape, started at the topside base of his penis, wrapped it vertically along his cock shaft and over and around the circumcised tip, and then pulled it back into his ass crack as well, on the diagonal again. I doubled that up towards the other diagonal as well.  I pulled and adjusted to ensure there was good tension and his cock was aligned mid-line. As I covered the sensitive head of his penis the first time he cried out, "no, please!". He knew that removing it from there would be a painful chore. Ha ha! Oddly, he was soft during this entire operation. I think he was scared! Again I stood back and looked. Perfect! As good a temporary castration as any.

From the front he looked great. No tape visible and no unsightly male penis even. And it was holding well. I made him walk around a bit, which he did a bit uncomfortably and I laughed at him and said what a treat it would be for Sue to see him tucked like this in his panty!

I told him to squeeze his legs together. He was rocking his little tucked mangina.  I teased him that even Sue would find him sexy like this (she is totally into girls, except insofar as bum beating goes for which she is totally bi, even leaning toward hetero - I mean, what woman does not want to see a man get his bum beat?). I told him that before the evening was out he would be presenting himself like this for Sue to inspect. I told him I would even tell her to touch his blank "mangina" to feel how smooth it is.

That's when I got an evil idea... inspired, some might say. I've never even read about this being done. I went to get a black magic marker. A permanent one used for marking shipping boxes,


and I drew a vagina on him right down low on his perfectly smooth pubis!


I knew Sue would love it when I took his panties down in front of her!!!! And it was a permanent marker (bwaaaa ha ha ha!). Poor david would sport a vagina on his pubis for quite some time to come. Now that's a good way to keep your man faithful! Ha ha! Too bad about the showers at the gym. Maybe he could scrub it off with the Agent Orange in the basement after we were done with him? I would not begrudge him the attempt. In fact, imagining him down in the basement in front of the basin, pants down, scrubbing away at his pussy with the rough pumice soap makes me giggle.

Hands only?

He needed only one more detail to complete my canvas for Sue. I had him bend over again for me. I got some lube and his vibrating prostate massager and I inserted it into him right up to the hilt.


I then took another piece of packing tape and taped horizontally across his ass cheeks to hold it in. There! The picture was perfect. The tape made a pleasing triangular arrangement, with one bump of the massager sticking out the center of the triangle made by the "V" of tape and the horizontal tape, and the other just above the horizontal tape. I turned it on to a medium setting and let it hum away quietly in his asshole.

Now it was time for his outfit. Here is what I decided to put him in.


The corset and stockings had been a fun purchase at a plus sized lingerie store. These panties were off the rack from Winners. Embarrassing shopping trips for poor david, both.

Can you imagine david wearing that to greet his sister-in-law? And with the front of the panty lying perfectly smoothly against his pubis, the way they were designed? I couldn't wait to see him in his sexy little outfit!

I could see david had some considerable trouble moving with all his "manhood" tucked away like that and the tape pulling at him uncomfortably. Too bad, I told him. Suck it up, princess. The corset was a tight squeeze, as always, but when on gave him a very girlish figure! I filled out the cups with his silicone inserts so they would not collapse, although the cups themselves are quite stiff. Next came the black stockings. They went on his legs and up. He sat on the bed as he pulled his own stockings on. Sitting looked very uncomfortable for him, all tucked with tape and a vibrating plug up his butt. The faint buzzing sound kept a smile on my face, reminding me of his anal-rectal discomfort. He stood and I clipped the corset's suspender slings to his stocking tops.


For my purposes, I favour putting his panties on over the suspender slings as it makes it easy to pull them down without unclipping him; and once down, his bare bottom is marvelously framed by the bottom of the corset, the tops of his stockings, and the two back suspender slings. Ideal for smacking or fucking. I giggled as I pulled his panties up over his magic marker vagina.

He looked incredible! Tucked, pantied, corseted, and stockinged. His panty was smooth on him with no unsightly bits: a first. The corset gave him a girlish waist and nice juicy big boobs. The stockings and suspenders made his legs sexy as hell!

He was not quite ready yet. His face was not right. I took him to the vanity and sat him down. Makeup time! I confined myself to eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. He looked darling!


He barely needed any blush, but I went heavy on it anyways. He ought to be blushing. I made sure I gave him very red luscious lips, as those would come in handy later that evening.


I sent him downstairs and made him sit on a high kitchen stool, back straight with his knees modestly together. I ordered some food from the local delivery and awaited both Sue and the food. david was to sit there, uncomfortable on his tucked genitals and plug, unmoving but for the inevitable pained adjustment, contemplating what I might have in store for him after Sue arrived. Contemplating what it would feel like to have to present himself to Sue looking like this. Contemplating what it would be like to have his panties lowered, as promised, for Sue to laugh at his tucked genitals and painted-on vagina. The vibrator continued its buzzing deep up his bum. I decided I had better turn it off lest it run low on batteries. He was there like that for about an hour!

When the doorbell rang I told david to go answer it (!). He really didn't want to. It would be one thing if it were Sue, but we were also expecting the food delivery. I told him to go check using the peephole and if it was the food I would get it, but if it was Sue, he would. The doorbell rang again, and then the door knocker afterwards. david reported that it was the food. I told david to stand there beside the door, facing outward. I pulled his panty down so that his vagina was on show. I reached behind him and turned the vibrator back on. I then opened the door. The door swung towards david, who was cowering behind it. I could hear the faint buzzing sound of his butt plug. Not sure what the delivery man thought of it! I paid for the food and brought it in. I told david to pull his panties up, for heaven's sake, and go back to sitting on his stool!

Ten minutes later the door bell rang again. This time I sent david to answer it. He hid behind the door as he opened it. Sue came in and peeked around the door and saw david and laughed. "Oh no!" she said. I greeted Sue. I told david to curtsy, and he did so, blush and everything. I told her she was right on time as the food had just arrived. We went to the living room and asked david to open a bottle of white wine and serve us. Sue complimented david on his feminine appearance, and scolded him for presenting himself in lingerie! Such a little slut, she said. She also noticed right away, "it's lovely, but what happened to his cock and balls?"

"Cut them off," I said glibly. "Actually, tucked between his legs with packing tape," I told her. Again she laughed.

"A real little serving girl," she said. "I can see he walks funny. The humming is his butt plug?" she asked astutely. I confirmed it was indeed.

I had him come near me, and turn his back towards us. I then lowered his panties so she could see the taping job from behind and his plug. I restored his panties and had him turn around to face us.

"One more thing I HAVE to show you," I said.

I told david to stand straight, and then I slowly peeled his panties down in front exposing his blank space where his penis and testicles should have been, and where his magic marker vagina actually was. Sue exploded laughing as david stood there looking humiliated beyond words.


"Oh My Gosh! He has a Vagina!" said Sue.

"Touch it," I said, doing so myself.

She reached out and "caressed" his vagina, moving her fingers sensuously along his outer and inner lips, and tickling his drawn on clit. "Just like the real thing," she said. "And that's not coming off, is it?" referring to the permanent dark black magic marker. "Nope!"

"Can we get that tatooed on permanently?" she asked.

"Sure!" I said, just joking. "We could get, like, a hyper-realistic vagina tattoo!"

"Imagine a guy going in to fuck his wet juicy pussy and then, SLAM, broken cock!" offered Sue.

Ha ha ha ha, we both laughed. We were having fun. david was breathing hard. He gets that way when shamed to his core.

Now, you may be wondering about potential erections? He is a shame slut, after all. There was certainly no visible evidence and the tape held fast. david told me afterwards that he could feel the erection coming. He could feel things moving under there, and when they moved a bit he got an unpleasant sensation as the sticky tape pulled at his balls and circumcised tip. The discomfort associated with that kept his erection in check. But he said it was constantly coming and going throughout the entire time.

I made him pull up his panties and had him set the table and lay out the food. Poor david was walking with real difficulty, what between the tucking, the sticky tape, the tight corset, and and the plug, but he got the job done. As he was first moving away from us I called him back. "Sweetie," I said, "you need to move a little more gracefully than that. Why don't you stand on your tiptoes, as if you had on nice tall stiletto heels, and stay that way?"

david hesitated an instant but then rose up unsteadily on his tiptoes.

"That's better," I said. "Off you go."

david turned and tottered towards the kitchen and dining room, walking like a ballerina (sort of!).

"Don't let me catch you off your tiptoes," I yelled out after him.

When everything was laid out he tiptoed back into the living room and called us for dinner. Sue and I proceeded regally in front of him, and he followed with mincing little girlish steps.

We did allow him to sit with us to eat, even though sitting was a challenge, but it beat having him stand on his tiptoes. Poor baby.

"Are your toes pointed?" I asked him. He looked confused. "Stay up on your tiptoes even when you're sitting," I said, "as if you have high heels, silly."

Sue looked under the table, came back up, and nodded.

We finished up dinner quickly. We did not eat much and I did not allow david to either. Sue appointed herself tiptoe inspector, and pointedly looked under the table several times during dinner. When we were done Sue and I went back to the living room while david tidied up and got the dishes going.

When he was done the cleaning up, he again came to us in the living room. I had him stand in front of us and informed him of how the rest of the evening would go down.

"I want you to go upstairs now," I told him, "and bring back down your paddle, your purple dildo,  Adam [his big tan coloured dildo], my strap-on harness, and your lube."

As I said this he struggled to stand there elevated on his tiptoes. He sank sort of halfway down and Sue motioned him silently as I spoke to keep standing up. Ha ha!

"We're going to start with me giving you a long hard bare bottomed paddling across my knees right in front of Sue. There will be begging and there will be tears. Understood?"

"yes ma'am..."

"You look like a girl, I'm going to make you cry like one."

"yes ma'am."

"Use your girl's voice," I told him.

"yes ma'am," he squeaked, an octave higher. Sue giggled.

"After that, you'll demonstrate for Sue what a good little cocksucker you are. On your knees in front of me. And I'm going to want to see some enthousiasm. Am I understood?"

"yes ma'am".

"And what will come after that, david?" I asked him. "What will I do after you've made my hard strap-on dildo nice and wet with your mouth?"

Sue motioned him again to keep high on his tiptoes, and david shot back up.

"you'll fuck me..." he said in a quiet, high-pitched voice.

"You bet I will!" I confirmed. "A long hard fucking while Sue watches. Full on anal intercourse. Won't that be embarrassing for you? For Sue to watch as I stretch open your asshole with my dildo, shove it in to the hilt, and start pumping in and out? Jack-hammering your poor asshole? As if you were a cheap dirty whore? And I'm going to want to see some enthousiasm down there as well. You better not just bend over and be still like some dead fish. I want to hear you begging me for it. Begging for my cock up your ass. Begging for me to fuck you harder. I want to see you moaning, and writhing around on my cock, and pushing yourself onto it as deep as you can. Understood?"

"yes ma'am..."

"You will do that in front of Sue. You will make an absolute spectacle of yourself in front of my sister, writhing around like a bitch in heat on my cock. Are you going to show Sue that you're my little bitch?"

"yes ma'am..."

"And we're going to want to see you fake a female orgasm on that cock. Several in fact. Really good ones. Loud and wild. Let's see what kind of an actress you are. We'll have Sue be the judge. If it's not good enough, you're going to get the paddle again, and then we start again from the beginning with your fucking. Only with the bigger dildo next time. With Adam. And harder and longer. Do you want that?"

"no ma'am..."

"Good. So you know what you have to do to prevent that?"

"yes ma'am."

"Tell me."

"I have to moan and grind on your cock, and I have to pretend to cum like a girl, over and over again?"



"Such a smart boy!" I exclaimed to Susan.

She motioned with her fingers for him to stand high again and david shot back up onto his tiptoes.

"This will be fun," said Sue.

[to be continued...]

As I began recounting in Tucked Husband Fucked in Front of Sister-in-Law, my sister Sue wanted kink, so I obliged. I made my husband shave from stocking tops to head, taped his genitals away with packing tape, drew a vagina in magic marker on his pubic area, dressed him and made him up thoroughly as a woman, and had him serve us on his tiptoes and with a vibrating butt plug inserted and taped into place. Here was his outfit for the evening.


After dinner I promised him a paddling (to tears) in front of Sue, followed by a display of cock sucking on his knees, and then by a good fucking. I told him I wanted to see him put on a real show for my sister, including a few faked female orgasms. Sue will judge him, and if found wanting, another dose of the paddle, followed by a fucking from his BIG dildo, Adam, would be his punishment. Believe me, he was motivated!

After this "sentencing", I sent him upstairs to fetch back down his paddle, his medium sized purple dildo and the much larger tan one called Adam, my strap-on harness, and some lube. He teetered up the stairs in his corset, pink panties, black stockinged legs, and on his toes like a ballerina. His butt plug was still inside of him (though it had stopped vibrating by now), and his genitals were still uncomfortably taped up between and behind his legs with sticky packing tape.

When he was out of sight, I turned to Sue and we high-fived one another. "How's that for kink?" I asked her. "Amazing!" is what she said, and added, "I can't wait to see his artistic interpretation of a female orgasm as you're fucking him in the ass..." I asked her if she wanted to participate at all. She asked if after his "faked" orgasms if she could user her hand to give him a real one? I readily agreed, especially as I know how much Sue loves clinically extracting cum from my husband


As david tiptoed back down the stairs with all the required equipment, Sue and I returned to our stern expressions.

Before I spanked him, I wanted to get his butt plug out first. I made him peel down his panties and bend over. There was a horizontal strip of packing tape across the middle of his cheeks holding his plug in. I dug up a corner of the tape with my nail and made a tentative pull. It was stuck on quite well, but did move. "Rip it off?" I asked Sue. "Rip it!" she said. So I gave one quick pull and the tape came off. david yelped but was uninjured. There were no hairs to get ripped out, fortunately. I then pulled out his plug, careful to wrap it in paper towels. He was a bit messy so I told him to wait there, bent over, holding his cheeks apart, as I got the necessaries to wipe his ass for him.

"Are you messy back there?" taunted Sue.

"Answer her!" I yelled from the kitchen.

"Yes Ma'am, I suppose so," said david, his voice cringing in embarrassment.

I came back and wiped him clean with some additional paper towels. I took the luby and slightly brown stained paper towel and put it in front of his face. "Look david!" I told him. "Look at what a mess you made. And in front of my sister, no less! I should push your nose in this." I know you might think that's a bit gross, but I honestly don't mind, and I do it to embarrass him, which it really, really does. I didn't push his nose in it.

I went to the kitchen to throw the paper towels away. When I came back he was rubbing his backside.

"Did it hurt when I ripped the tape off?" I asked him.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good! Imagine how much more it will hurt when I rip it off your cock," I added.

david sort of whimpered a little.

"Now, what comes next, sweetheart?"

"Taking the rest of the tape off?" he asked hopefully, his panties still pulled down.

"No no," I said. "You're going to suck and be fucked with that tape on, young lady." I went up to him and started playing with his vagina. "I'm going to want to see this pussy nice and wet before I let you back out again, and multiple orgasms!" Then I pulled his panty back up, covering his lady parts and ass. "What's next, sweetie? Don't be difficult."

"My... paddling?"

"That's right!" I congratulated him. "I'm going to take you across my knee, pull down your panties, and paddle your bare bottom until you kick and cry like a little girl. So don't hold back. Express yourself when you're across my lap. But I don't want to see any fake tears either. Real tears. And just because you start crying it doesn't mean the spanking is over. Oh no. Not by a long shot. I want to see a very contrite, very submissive, and very tearful little girl before I let you up. Do you understand, david?"

"yes ma'am," he said in a small voice.

"Do you consent to this, david? Do you consent to going across my knee, dressed like a girl, in front of Sue, and submitting to the paddle for as long and as hard as I choose to give it?"

"yes ma'am, I do."

"Well let's get started then."

I wanted to give david an epic spanking, and I knew Sue was no stranger to seeing david on the receiving end of something like that. I also wanted to extract the explicit consent from him. It wasn't needed within our little circle, but I know it embarrasses him to consent to something like that in front of my sister.

I took my seat on his spanking chair and drew him towards me. Sue was sitting directly in front of us. I took him down and over across my knee. I like to hike him up and over so that his head is near the ground and his feet are dangling. If you position yourself and him just right, the weight is not an issue. I had Sue pass me the paddle and I put it down on the small of his back. I then reached two fingers of each hand into the waistband of his panties pn either side, and pulled them down to a pretty little band just below his stocking tops. The white corset and suspender slings with the black stocking tops framed his ass perfectly. A target area begging to be spanked.


The silver-grey packing tape was visible also, forming a V with the tape stuck into his low ass crack and between his legs. It really was remarkable the extent to which his boy parts were hidden away! I pulled and jiggled his cheeks, testing if the tape would stay on firmly. It certainly seemed to! david moaned a little.

"What's the matter, baby?" I asked him.

"My... my cock Ma'am," said david.

"You don't seem to have a cock, sweetheart," I said.

"Yes Ma'am, I know, but it hurts when I get... excited."

Apparently his cock was straining to get erect, but the taping job kept it in check in a somewhat painful fashion.

"Good thing you're about to get a very hard spanking. That always shrinks it back down to size, doesn't it?"

david moaned again as his cock no doubt strained at the sound of my voice.

"Yes Ma'am," he answered. "Good thing," he added needlessly, and a bit saucily, I thought, for someone in his position. He'd pay for that...

It was a very small but stout and thick wooden paddle. I started right in with no particular warm up and was rewarded with yelps from him right from the start. I beat a continuous rhythm with that paddle on his bare ass, rapidly reddening it and then darkening the colour towards a deeper crimson red.

There is definitely something "wrong" with me, because I genuinely enjoy making my boy suffer for me like this, even more so in front of my sister. david heeded my advice and was vocal from the start. Something about yelling out "no, please! no!" over and over again gets the tears running much sooner than they otherwise would.

I know there are stoic spankees who never say a word, never move, absorb even the most brutal beatings, and don't cry at all. To each their own, but to me, that's a sort of defiance, and a form of topping from the bottom. The man would know I will only go so far for safety reasons. So it's cheating. I much prefer my man to kick and scream and beg, and that actually brings out the tears. The mind is a powerful thing, and by acting like a spanked, sorry, little girl; he can actually become that spanked, sorry, little girl; tears and all.

And so it went this time. After a few hundred solid whacks to his backside, the tears started flowing. It starts just with damp eyes, just from the pain, not real tears. Then the sniffles start. Then the tears actually start flowing.

"Is he crying?" I asked Sue.

"Yes," she said, sounding as excited as I felt.

"Now the real spanking starts," I said.

"No! No! Please!" begged david, thinking it was over.

I continued his spanking, making the wood visit previously untouched areas such as thigh, crease, and crack. Flanks, and (carefully) top butt.

I reserved some extra hard spanks for the end.

"Are you ready to beg yet?" I asked him.

"Yes! Yes Ma'am! Please! Please Stop! Please!" he cried out. What a spectacle he was making of himself in front of my sister. Hardly manly at all!

"Beg for my cock," I told him.

CRACK!

"Oh Please! Please may I have your cock! Please!"

This was intoxicating. I was wetting my panties spanking him like this. Making him beg. Sue said my eyes went kind of wild. She admitted to feeling very excited by this as well.

"Where do you want my cock, slut?"

CRACK!

"In my mouth Ma'am, and my ass! Please make me suck you and then fuck me. Fuck me with your cock. In my ass! Please!"

He really wanted his spanking to end!

CRACK!

"Are you going to submit to me, whore? Are you going to get on your knees and suck my cock like there's no tomorrow? Are you going to bend over and spread your cheeks and beg me to stuff your ass with my hard cock. All while my sister watches? Are you?"

CRACK!

"Yes! Yes! I'll do it! Please!"

CRACK!

"Please what, slut?"

CRACK!

"Please make me suck you and then fuck me with your cock!"

CRACK!

"Are you going to take every last inch? Balls deep, skank?"

CRACK!

"Yes!"

CRACK!

"Yes WHAT?"

CRACK!

"Yes Ma'am!"

CRACK!

"Yes Ma'am WHAT?"

CRACK!

"Yes Ma'am, I'll take very last inch of your cock, deep in my mouth and my ass, balls deep, balls deep!"

CRACK!

"Good!" With that, I stopped spanking and started moving the paddle in small circles, gently rubbing his punished flesh, and touching his hidden-away balls through the tape, which had remarkably stayed on tightly despite his exaggerated motions across my knee. Then softly to him, "and are you going to wiggle on my cock, wiggle and cum for me, like the little slut you are?"

"yes ma'am"

"You promise? It's what I want to see. Sue also." I added.

"yes ma'am, I understand, I'll do it."

"If you don't, there's another paddling like this one, and then Adam. But if you do, Sue has a nice reward in store for you. She'll be the judge. It's her you need to please with your contortions, little girl. Now get on your knees and put my strap-on on me."

david slid off my knees. His ass was a mess, and his mascara had run.


He got my strap-on and slipped it onto me over my jeans and tightened it down. I enjoy making him perform this operation, him knowing that he was attaching the instrument he would have such a challenging relationship with over the next twenty minutes.


I turned to face him head on as he stayed on his knees. I slapped him on the cheek gently with my cock. "You want this? You want this, slut?" I asked him as I slapped at his cheek gently and kept it just out of the grasp of his mouth, moving it away just as he got close, making him chase it. His lips were bright red with lipstick.

He chased my cock greedily and eventually I allowed it to penetrate his lipsticked mouth. He pursed his red lips into a big round O and started sucking and bobbing on my dick. He tilted his head and his eyes looked up at me as he did this. "Good girl!" I encouraged.


I grabbed him by the back of his head and by his throat, and pushed him deeper onto my cock. I made him deepthroat me until a little gag, and then repeated. He was gasping for breath each time I let him up briefly, and his saliva production was massive.

"Grab my ass," I told him, and his two hands went around me to grab the cheeks of my ass through my jeans. I then put both my hands on the back of his head, and started screwing his face.

"A good hard face fucking!" said Sue excitedly. "I think she likes it!"

I pulled out of his mouth and put my hand under his chin. He looked a mess, saliva everywhere, lipstick smeared, mascara running, gasping for breath. "Bend over the back of the couch. You desperately need my cock in your ass."

david got up to do as he was told.

"On your toes!" Sue reminded him as he stood. david obeyed my sister, and tiptoed towards the back of the couch and then bent over it, ass high.

I retrieved some bath towels I had nearby, and made him rise again to slip a towel under. I also put one on the floor, and another on the seat of the sofa. I then lubed his asshole thoroughly, and also my cock. As an afterthought, I had him rise a little and also lubed his magic marker vagina.

Then I lined him up and penetrated him deeply in a single thrust. He yelled out, but was still well-stretched from the plug he had in there for so long, and so it wasn't a problem. I grabbed his hips and began his pounding, fucking his asshole with long deep thrusts while Sue watched intently.


I kept fucking him until I started hearing the begging, "please! please!".

"Please what? Please fuck you harder?" I asked.

He DID NOT mean fuck him harder, but that's what he was required to say...

"Yes. Please! Fuck me harder, Ma'am. So hard!" he said.

I grabbed him around his waist and and tits and pulled him up to half standing, half bent, continuing to fuck his hole.

So please imagine this picture. My husband is half-bent over the back of the couch, receiving anal intercourse from me, my sister looking on intently. My husband looks all the world like a girl. He has on black thigh-high stockings, lacy at the top, held up to his white silky corset with suspender slings framing his bare upturned ass. His midsection is bare. His cock and balls are utterly invisible. Magic markered onto his bare shaved pubis, visible just above the back of the couch, is his wet lubey vagina. Above that, his white corset, cinching his waist into a girlish figure, with nice big boobs at the top. His face is made up with bright red lipstick, black mascara, and blush. His lipstick is smeared from his cocksucking and carrying on, and his mascara has run from his tears during his spanking.

Remember, david is a "man".  He does not identify as a woman in the least. He is not a transvestite at all. He is being "made to" appear like this for my sister's and my kinky amusement. He was put across my knee, and given a severe spanking while my sister watched and tutted. During his spanking he kicked and cried like a little girl, all vestiges of manhood completely erased.

But I wanted to make a real woman out of him, so I put him on his knees in front of me, and he sucked cock hard until my sister and I were satisfied with his performance. Is there anything more emasculating for a man to have to be dressed up like this, down on his knees in front of his wife, and sucking her cock while his sister-in-law watches, judging him on his performance? Yes, there is one more thing...

And that's having to bend over the back of the couch and submit to a vigorous session of anal intercourse from his wife. As I held him up by his corseted tummy and tits, with my dick still buried into him, I told him to look Sue in the eye, and to reach down and start rubbing his lubey wet vagina and cum for us with my big hard cock deep inside his ass.

david started making little mewling sounds, louder and louder as he frantically rubbed his "vagina": "oh.. oh.. Oh.. OH.. OH! AAAA! OOOOOO! AAAAAHHHH!"

"Again!" I said, continuing to fuck him. "Wiggle on my cock more."

He did it again, this time wiggling on my cock and fucking himself as I held still. And then once again at my insistence.

"Did he do a good job?" I asked Sue.

"Passable," she said.

I pulled out and carefully cleaned up.

"You've been such a good girl," I told david, "now you get your treat: Sue's hand!"

Sue wiggled her fingers at him.

We needed to free his cock for this, obviously, so I went to work on the tape in his ass crack and between his legs. The tape came off fairly easily, even from his balls, but it all stuck together in one big multi-layered piece of tape tightly attached to the top of his cockshaft and tip.

I started peeling it gently off his shaft but he yelped sufficiently convincingly that I slowed way down. I tried peeling it millimeter by millimeter but it was still stuck on pretty tight. Helpfully, Sue went and wet a dishrag and brought it back. She started wetting his cockshaft right where the tape was, and that helped me start making some progress. I must say, I was a bit concerned, and Sue seemed so also. david may well have been concerned, but his cock said otherwise, getting quite erect in the process! I guess two ladies paying such close attention to his cock, handling it, wetting it, overcame everything else.

We made good progress with this method until we got to the tip, and that's where david really started yelping. I told him to do it and he started pushing the skin down with one finger while very slowly peeling the tape off with his other hand. Occasionally Sue came in with her wet cloth and wet his tip for him. All three of us were gazing intently at his cocktip! But little bit by little bit the tape peeled off and came completely off. Phew!

Ok, in retrospect I should have protected his penis with plastic wrap or something. The sticky tape on his normal skin (even his testicles) was well stuck on but easy enough to rip off. The skin on his cockshaft was more tender and sticky, and his tip the worst! Though, it was pretty funny in the end, and it was funny seeing him nursing his poor abused cock afterwards while Sue and I looked on (though there were no lasting ill effects).

I think it's important for a Domme woman to never admit she did something wrong as long as the scene continues, so I used the episode accordingly,

"Did that hurt, david, peeling the tape off your cock like that?"

"yes ma'am," he answered.

"Thank me for not ripping it off," I told him.

"Thank you for not ripping it off, Ma'am!"

After he had nursed his cock long enough I told him to lie down on the couch on his back. I had him raise his legs and rotate so that his ass was facing the back of the couch. I helped him to keep his legs raised up high as he did.

"Sue said it was only passable, so you get to have Adam in your ass while she jerks you off," I proclaimed, noticing that his asshole was pretty wide open anyways after his long hard fucking.

I got Adam, re-lubed his ass and then it, and pushed it in. It actually went in easily, given how much he had been stretched.

"Like this," I said to Sue. Poor david had his cock pointing directly at his face!


Sue got some lube on her hands, grabbed his shaft, and started massaging his cock and balls. I held him in place and fucked him gently with his big dildo.

"Right in his face?" she asked me, rhetorically I thought. Of course in his face!

"Open wide," she said to david, who obeyed her by opening his mouth wide to accept his cum.

"Now you're getting close," she said, as david moaned and his cock hardened and twitched in Sue's hand.

"Should I allow him to cum?" asked Susan of me.

"Your choice," I said. "If you don't let him cum, I'll not let him cum for a week in solidarity with your decision."

"What do you think, david?" She asked him. "Should I let you cum? Let you cum right in your very own mouth?"

"yes please!" moaned david, terrified that Sue would not finish what she had started. He so rarely gets my sister's hand...

"Ok then, for Julie, so she doesn't have to monitor you all week," and she started rubbing more intensely up and down his shaft and over and across his tip.

I reached a hand in and started rubbing at his little painted on clitty. "Do you need your clitty rubbed?" I asked in a condescending voice.

The first spurt splattered more on his chin. Sue redirected his cock and the second went more directly into his mouth, then the rest just sort of dribbled out onto his cheeks. Sue milked the cum out of him and let it coat his face.

"Don't swallow," I warned him.

I made him stand, with the big dildo still inside of him. I told him to reach back with both hands and to hold it in there.

"Get into the corner, you nasty little tramp, and don't swallow and don't you dare let that cock fall out of your ass or else I'll leather your backside until you won't be able to sit for a week!"

david's face glistened with cum, and you could tell he was holding a mouthful of it as well. He double-timed it into his corner.

"How was that?" I asked Sue.

"That was fantastic!" She said. "What now with him?"

"I dunno. I guess we'll say goodbye, then he'll swallow, wash his face and hands, and then I'll put his tongue to good use for the next hour or so."

"Ha ha! That sounds great!" said Sue.

"Oh? Would you like to go first?" I asked.

"No! I didn't mean that," she blushed. "I'll leave that part between the two of you! Gross!"

We said our goodbyes, and then david did his wifely duty on me after she left.

What a blast! I LOVE having a kinky sister to share this stuff with (and so does my husband!)

The other day my husband came to me and admitted to a recent and very embarrassing actual wrong-doing. He requested punishment from me, and I obliged him, involving my sister as well, and even a friend of hers. Because it related to his crime, and many of my blog readers are interested in it, I chose to extend his punishment with a weekend-long diapering, together with all that entails.


This is how it happened.

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He came to me and said, "I got into trouble today at my massage..."

My husband takes legitimate registered massage therapy from a woman we shall call Sarah here. He's been going to her regularly every couple of weeks for almost ten years. It helps him to avoid seizing up around the neck area.

"What did you do?" I asked, curious.

"Sarah told me that I had a left a 'mess' for her to clean up last time I was there..." he said.

"Oh david!"

"She said she knows massages feel good, but that it couldn't happen again," he continued.

"I should say not! Did you actually ejaculate during your massage???" I asked.

"No, no. It wasn't like that." he explained. "It was afterwards. I, ummm, touched myself afterwards and things just got out of hand."

"And how exactly did things get 'out of hand'?" I asked. It was clear that he was very embarrassed talking about this, even to me. Imagine how much more embarrassing to have had to have had the discussion with Sarah!

"Ummm... I was just rubbing myself a little and really quickly a lot of pre-cum just started coming out. I thought I cleaned it all up with tissues, but I guess I must have left some somewhere..."

It was all I could do to keep a straight face, but I didn't suppose that was my role here. Instead I said, "you know you have a hair trigger, why did you even touch yourself? Your massage with Sarah isn't supposed to be a way for you to get your rocks off!"

"I know. I'm sorry. It just sometimes... gets things flowing. Nothing Sarah does different. It just sometimes happens. I was thinking of you..."

Ha! Flattery will get him nowhere. "But you don't rub yourself after! What did you think would happen?" I asked.

"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again," he said.

"Did you tell Sarah it was an accident?" I asked.

"No. I was too embarrassed. I just was surprised at first when she said it, and then she thought I was denying it, but then I just said 'sorry' and 'it won't happen again'."

"Well, next time you need to explain it to her," I instructed him. I thought it marginally better that she know it was an accidental discharge, instead of him deliberately jerking off to completion in her therapy room! We knew Sarah socially, and her husband and her young kids (!).

"But it's soooo embarrassing! Can't we just leave it?" he asked,

"It's embarrassing for me also, but absolutely not. Next time you apologize again, tell her it won't happen again, and explain the circumstances so she knows it was at least partially an accident. Maybe I'll write her a note also..." I mused.

"You don't need to," begged david, sounding a little desperate.

"My decision," I said.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you need me to punish you for your behaviour?" I asked. I figured that was why he had come to me.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

This is the nature of our scening FLR. We only ever play at being dominant and submissive. I don't actually punish him for things, I just pretend to, but this seemed like this might be an exception! It would still be a scene, in that I was under no illusions that whatever I did to him would be fantasy fodder. On the other hand, it was legitimately embarrassing for me that he would do this with Sarah, a woman I know and would no doubt see again (blush!). Still, he rarely actually puts a foot wrong, and this was a golden opportunity to play out our scening FLR more "for real" than ever before.

"It won't be pleasant if I do," I warned, referring to the punishment he had requested.

"I know, Ma'am. I deserve it." I'm sure he did know. He could only imagine how I would punish him "for real" for this!

"Yes you do. I'm going to ask Sue to assist." My sister has expressed fascination around "real punishments" for david, so I thought I would invite her to play as well.

"Oh no, please!" begged david. "She doesn't have to know about this." So desperate. So embarrassed for real.

"She certainly does need to know about it. And she's told me she would enjoy the opportunity to be a little stricter with you. What a perfect opportunity this is for that." It certainly was! "Clear out your weekend," I told him, "you're going to be punished all weekend long."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, accepting his punishment, and the added humiliation of my sister being brought into the circle of women being told about his behaviour.

I dismissed him and went to call Sue. As I predicted, she was positively gleeful at the prospect of meting out a "real punishment" to my man. She was more disgusted than me at his behaviour. I told her she need not hold back at all, and she assured me she would not.

She was free on Friday so we could start right in on the weekend. She brought up that she had a date with a girlfriend, Moira (I know her a bit), on Saturday night that she expected to last into Sunday. Sue asked if it would be appropriate and possible to involve her as well. Moira is a real cutie and a bit kinky. Sue spanks her buns lightly before they fool around, and Moira is always "the girl" during strap-on play (Sue tells me everything when lubricated with wine!). I gave my permission (heck - I loved it!) on condition that she extracted iron clad promises from Moira not to take photos or divulge anything to anyone. Sue readily agreed, and in fact would have done that anyways.

We bandied around ways how we would punish him and we settled on something we thought would leave a lasting impression (and result in sparkly clean bathrooms as a bonus - on a previous blog entry a reader asked if david was ever made to do "maid duty" at Sue's place, so that was on my mind as we plotted his punishment). It would be a very long weekend for david. Sexy fantasy absolutely, but also genuine weekend-long punishment.

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On Friday Sue came by after dinner at around 7pm. Sue and I took a seat on the sofa.

"david, strip. Now," I ordered.

david took all his clothes off and folded them neatly on a chair. He came back and stood facing us, completely bare naked, his hands at his sides. His penis was hard. It would not be so for long! I made david explain all the details of his misbehaviour anew to Sue. He was again incredibly embarrassed by this (he's a blusher so it's easy to tell), but his penis remained hard, proving what a shame slut he really is.

She asked questions and scolded him as well. Interestingly, she made the same point I did, about his 'hair trigger'. Ha ha! She maintained a very strict and scary demeanour throughout. She was clearly serious about doing this "for real".

Then I pronounced sentence, "david, this is what is going to happen now. You've been extremely naughty, you've embarrassed me in the process, and you made a very uncomfortable situation for Sarah to have to deal with. Sue and I will be dealing with you very severely right now, and your punishment will be extended throughout the weekend with line writing, corner time, and chores."

"yes ma'am," said david, accepting his due and looking a bit scared. He was right to be. He had two very scary ladies in front of him who knew how to spank!

"The first thing that's going to happen is that you will be getting rid of that fucking erection." I was using the F-bomb. I rarely use language like that, but wanted to change things up for his "real punishment". A little signal to him about how "fucking" serious I was taking this. I continued by explaining, "there won't be any sexual excitement while we're beating your ass raw. Understood?"

"yes ma'am," he answered.

"After that, you're going across my knee for a hand spanking and a scolding. I want to make sure I warm up that ass very thoroughly so that you can take a good long and hard bum beating afterwards."

"yes ma'am, thank you ma'am."

"Then it will be Sue's turn. Sue's decided to use the big wooden spoon on you," I said.

"That's right," said Sue.

"You will go across your sister-in-law's knee," I continued, "for the longest and hardest spanking you can ever imagine."

"oh shit..." said david (!), quietly.

"OH SHIT IS RIGHT!" I yelled. Sue just smirked. "And you do not use that language, unless you want to be taking your spankings with a fucking bar of soap in your mouth?"

"No Ma'am!" he said. I was aware of the contradiction between my statement and my own dirty mouth, and relished it.

I continued, "Right after that, and I don't care how beat up your ass is, you're bending over the back of the sofa and I'm going to give you the strapping of your sorry little life."

"no, please, it's too much," begged david.

"You will SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I said, getting legitimately a little angrier at his defiance.

"Do you think it's too much?" I asked Sue almost rhetorically, knowing she would agree with me. She surprised me.

"Honestly, I don't think it's even enough," Sue answered.

"Oh," I said, surprised, "what do you suggest?"

"Remember the cane we used on his ass when Jennifer visited?" asked Sue.

"no, no, no, no, no," begged david quietly, quivering as he stood there nude with his naughty penis out and on show for his sentencing. I found it... satisfying... that he no longer showed any signs of sexual arousal.

"Yes! I do remember that," I said,  "and so does david, I'm sure. The cane it is. That thick Delrin cane. Six strokes?" I asked.

"Six each or six all together?" She queried.

"What do you think?"

"Six each. How about two rounds of three each. We alternate?" Sue suggested.

"Sounds good," I said. My husband looked petrified. He was justified. He was in for an epic bottom and leg thrashing that would leave marks and leave him very sore for many days.

"Let's get started," I said. "First off, david, let's see you empty those balls."

"It's not even hard anymore!" complained david.

"Well then lick your hand and fucking rub it!" I told him.

david reluctantly licked his hand and started rubbing his softened cock.

"That's right," said Sue, "just like how you did it in the massage studio."

david is always embarrassed when told to masturbate in front of an audience. Especially on his feet in front of us two seated clothed women who were watching his every move.

"Isn't he pathetic," I asked Sue, but in a good-natured way.

"He is," she agreed with a smile.

We let him keep working in silence for a while. Then we started talking about what an epic bun beating he would be getting, and how he would not be able to sit down for a week after we were done with him, and so on.

Eventually he got himself hard and was able to rub one out.  Before he came, I told him to ejaculate into his hand and not to dare spill a drop! Sue and I smirked at each other as david's knees wobbled, he grunted, and spewed his ejaculate into his hand. Of course, I told him to get rid of it in the usual way, and we watched him lick it up off his palm and swallow it.

"Good girl!" said Sue, alluding to his sluttish cum guzzling.

I got up, placed his straight backed wooden spanking chair in the centre of the living room facing the couch. I went and got a damp washcloth and towel, sat on the chair, beckoned him over and used the washcloth to clean off his genitals and his hands and then dried him. I had him stand there facing the chair as I gathered up the three spanking implements we would need. When I got back, I handed them to Sue who examined them and put them on the couch next to her. She held onto the big wooden spoon, though, and started smacking it into her palm, apparently anxious to get on with her part of his punishment.

I spanked my naughty husband hard from the start. When I first started spanking, my hand spankings we're a joke. By now, however, they were no joke and I could redden his bum with my hand. Though not as effective as using an implement, I very much enjoy hand spanking him, especially while scolding. There's an intimacy with the hand not present with an implement. I can strike anywhere I want without fear of injuring him. My palm can mold to his ass and my fingers can flick into his crevices or glance by his testicles. I can leave my hand possessively on his bottom as I lecture him, which lets him know I own his ass!

As I spanked I also scolded him: "Don't I let you cum enough as it is? Do I ever say anything about you jerking off in front of your computer? Do I? Unless you can't perform your bedroom duties, do I ever say anything? Don't I give you sex often enough? My mouth, my pussy occasionally, even my ass sometimes? [Sue looked askance at that!] Is that not enough for you? Don't I even arrange for you to get treats from other women from time to time? Sue's hand. Tracy's mouth and vagina? [Sue didn't know about that detail either!] Massage parlour girls, prostitutes, pro Dommes? And there have been quite a few others! Is that not enough for you? Well, isn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am - it's enough," he responded sheepishly.

"So you have to go and rub your cock one place where you are never, ever supposed to? Is that what you do?"

"Yes Ma'am, sorry..."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be. I can guarantee that!"

With that, I pushed him off my lap and we both got to our feet.

"He's all yours," I told Sue.

Sue stood up still holding her big wooden spoon. It was a gift from her. It's her favourite.

It's big and heavy - more like a hardwood salad spoon - like this one.

She sat on the chair and prepared for his spanking.


She made my naked husband go face down across her lap as I took her vacated seat on the sofa. I love to see david's bare penis and testicles squooshing into her legs. She had no interest in those and didn't give a damn that they nestled atop her tightly closed thighs. She began his punishment spanking.


She started in hard and kept it up. After the very first spank he was already squawking, and he wouldn't stop until much, much, later. Sue knew what david could take and took the idea of a "punishment spanking" very seriously!

At a certain point she hooked his near leg, spread him, and really went to town on his thighs, and especially his inner thighs, even handling his penis and balls to move them out of the way of her punishing strikes. She also made sure to spread his cheeks and spank within his cleft (a trick she had learnt from me). It was amazing seeing my man so well dealt with... so humiliated... by this woman: my sister.


She ended by locking him down, also as I had taught her, and bending his arm behind his back, finishing off with a flurry of her hardest strokes yet.


She had laid into him with literally hundreds of punishing strokes. He has a fetish about wanting to experience "real" punishment spankings. He got his wish that day!

Sue was a bit out of breath when she was done (despite being in excellent physical shape).  She made him stand. While she was a bit out of breath, david was wheezing and out of breath from the yelling and crying and the snot running out his nose.

I grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him towards the back of the sofa.

"No! Please!" he begged as he clutched at his ass and was dragged towards his strapping.

I threw him down across the couch, lined up my strap, and said "twelve." It was originally going to be more, but I relented and settled on just twelve because of the caning we had added onto the end. But I was determined that each stroke would be a scorcher.


I hauled back and whipped that ass and those tenderized thighs good and hard, a full dozen times. Full swings. Not holding back. After each searing stroke he jerked up at the back, yelled out, and then bent over for the next. The spooning had left him with big circular "pock marks" all blending together into a thoroughly deep red background. The strap left him with rectangular whip marks horizontally seared across his ass and thighs.

After his twelve I fetched the evil Delrin cane. He was not done yet.


Sue and I both stood behind him as he bent over the couch, whimpering. I took the cane and sliced it through the air, making a frightening swooshing sound. I did this several times. Good to instill fear in the heart of an errant boy. I then lined it up on his ass, pulled back, and swooshed it through the air again. He screamed even though I did not even hit him! Ha!

I laid it across his ass again, and said, "say 'I'm a very very bad boy who cannot keep his hands off his penis'." He repeated the phrase, all sniffly. I pulled the cane back and whipped it down on his ass with a vengeance. I was rewarded with a full-throated yell. I made him say it twice more, and I whipped his ass twice more.

I then gave the cane over to Sue. She followed my example and took a few whooshing practise swings. "What will you make him say?" I asked.

"Say," said Susan, "'I must not make messes with my penis.'" He said the phrase, and Sue gave him an equally resounding stroke as mine, and was rewarded in the same way as was I. Twice more he was made to repeat that phrase, and twice more he was thrashed by his super-strict sister-in-law.

What's interesting about the cane is that you can see the mark it leaves right away, but it doesn't look so bad. But after a minute or so it starts sort of "welting up" and leaving "ridges" I guess you would say. I regret now I didn't snap a photo for posterity. Didn't think of it at the time. His ass was dark red and bruised in parts, and these cane marks were a bit white on the edges and an even angrier red on top of all that.

I took up the cane and said, "Say , 'I must never again leave a mess for Sarah to clean up.'" He repeated that phrase three times and was given three more good thrashes with that evil cane.


His ass was a total mess.

I handed the cane to my sister. "Finish him off," I said.

"Thighs ok?" she asked. "Absolutely," I told her. david said "no... no... please..."

"Thank your wife and I for punishing you," said Sue. david said, "Thank you, Miss Julie and Miss Sue, for punishing me."

THWACK! right across his high thighs. He yelled and danced his feet. That one would leave a major welt! (Not as if the ones on his ass would not, mind you...)

"Again!" commanded Sue, laying the cane against his upper thighs.

"no... no..." begged david.

"AGAIN"

"Thank you Miss Julie and Miss Sue for punishing me..."

Sue pulled the cane back and swooshed it through the air. david visibly jumped.

then... THWACK!!!

ARGHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHH! Another one across his thighs just under the first. Another major welt.

"AGAIN!"

"Thank you Miss Julie and Miss Sue for punishing me!" david quickly said.

THWACK!!!!

AHHH!!!! OHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!

Again on his thighs. Lowest yet.

"Stand up!" I ordered him. He painfully got to his feet, clutching at the backs of his legs. I took him again by the ear and conducted him to his starting position, in front of the couch where Sue and I took a seat facing him. He looked to be in some serious pain!

"Stop whimpering," I said.

"Be a man," added Sue.

"Don't think I'm done with you," I said. "I'm sure you enjoyed that spanking. You won't enjoy what's coming next. Over the course of the weekend you are to write out 'I must never again make a mess for Sarah to clean up,' one thousand times."

david's face dropped. He's done lines before, but never anything anywhere near 1000. That was a serious task.

"I'll let you break it up," I said. "It won't all be in one sitting. I'll tell you how many each time. But it will be 1000 before the weekend is up."

"Yes Ma'am," confirmed david.

I continued, "after each sitting you will stand with your nose touching the corner for one full hour. Plan on getting to know that corner very well this weekend."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, accepting the corner time as well.

I continued, "when you are not writing lines or standing in the corner, you're cleaning my bathrooms until they are gleaming, and doing any others chores I tell you to. Are we clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," said david, still clearly fussing about the pain on his backside.

"On Sunday morning," I continued, "I'm sending you over to clean Sue's bathrooms."

"Oh and they need it," added Sue, "especially the toilets." In fact, Sue keeps her place pretty spotless. She was just teasing.

I continued with david, "I'll tell you when you can eat, when you can go to sleep, and when you will wake up. Am I completely understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," said david, sounding miserable but accepting his punishment.

"There's one more thing," I told him. "Wait here." I left him with Sue and went to get the final item. I came back in holding a large bag which I set down next to me.


"Since you seem to be having trouble with things leaking from your penis, I thought it only right if I keep you in diapers all weekend," I said, pulling out one of his adult diapers from a pack I had bought about a year ago (Sue and I had diapered him once before, but only overnight). Poor david looked mortified by this development and as I made clearer the implications of a weekend-long diapering.


"You've lost all your bathroom privileges for the weekend, young man," I told him. "Everything goes into the diaper, number 1 and number 2. When you've wet your diapers, or messed them, you come and ask me, politely mind, to change you. Or Sue when you're at her place. You'll take your diaper bag over with you when you clean her bathrooms."

"Widdle baby in his diapers!" chimed in Sue, gleefully. We had discussed this, her and I.

With that I laid out a towel on the living room floor and had him lie down on it, face up, right on his sore ass. I had him raise his legs and then pushed them back further by his ankles. His bottom looked very sore. His private parts were ALL on show. I slipped a diaper under him and wiggled it into place. Then I got the talcum powder out of the bag and sprinkled it all over his sore butt and exposed privates, and finished up his diapering. He looked dreadfully embarrassed.


And that diaper on his sore butt was probably not all that comfortable either. I'm sure he would have preferred it to air out more after his butt beating.

I took him over to the kitchen island (by the ear, of course) and sat him on a high stool. I put some ruled paper and a blue ballpoint pen in front of him, and dictated for him: "I must never again make a mess for Sarah to clean up." I told him 1000 times before bedtime Sunday and before he gets out of his diapers. He should come find me after he's done each 100, and I'll put him in the corner for an hour, and then he can do an hour's work on the bathrooms before bedtime.

Sue observed all of this childish treatment of david, and observed him meekly submit to his punishment and begin his line writing. We then privately reconfirmed our plans for Sunday morning for david, and then she took off. Before she did, however, she had one more thing to say to david,

"david, look at me," she said. david stopped writing and looked at her. "What you did was really, truly, disgusting. Fun and games are one thing, but you totally disrespected your massage therapist and her working space, and you embarrassed yourself and my sister. You should be absolutely ashamed of yourself. I'll see you Sunday morning," she said and then left.

Wow. She was serious. Schooled for real!

It took david about 45 minutes to get through his 100 lines. I checked his work, and then sent him to the corner for a timed hour. After the hour, I made him start in on cleaning the small bathroom in the basement. Then it was bedtime. He claimed he did not yet need to be changed and went to bed in the diaper Sue and I put him in. There was a lot of uncomfortable tossing and turning, and I could hear the diaper crinkling as he did so. I did not mind. Music to my ears anyways. I slept soundly.

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Saturday morning I woke up. david was already awake, lying in bed waiting for me to awaken as well.

First thing he told me he needed to pee. I told him to go right ahead. He peed his diaper with a very red face as I teased him. I took him out of his diaper and made him go shave and shower. I admonished him not to use the toilet at all. When he was done he lay on the floor to get his fresh diaper put on. Hi ass was still marked up and discoloured, though it was not nearly as "angry" as yesterday. I allowed him to wear a T-shirt and his diaper, and nothing else all day Saturday. The fading strap bruises and cane welts on his legs beneath his diaper were plain to see.

When he was midway through his morning line writing, he came to me again and said he needed to go number 2, and asked if please couldn't he use the toilet. I told him absolutely not. He held it in as he went back to his line writing. I don't know what he was thinking, that he could hold it in until Monday morning?

When he signalled he had completed another 100 I went to check his work, and then put him for another hour with his nose in the corner. I was determined to fully follow through on the punishment I had decreed.

At the end of his hour I walked up to him standing in his corner. My nose told me that somebody had decided there was no point holding it in any longer. I checked his diaper by pulling out the waistband at the back and peeking in: yup, he had messed himself.

This was the moment of truth. Would I let him clean himself up, or would I do it? I decided what kind of Disciplinarian Wife would I be if I let my baby try to clean himself up? While I've had some experience changing dirty diapers for my nieces and nephews, it really can't compare to the gross factor of changing a grown man's diapers! But I bucked up and got it done. I used baby wipes to clean up any of the residual shit that had stuck to him. I then powdered him, and put him in a fresh nappy. Then it was one hour finishing off the basement bathroom and making a start on one of the upstairs ones. This brought us up to around noon.

I fed him some and then put him back to work on his line writing. Rinse and repeat. In all that day he wrote 400 lines, spent 4 hours with his nose in the corner, and 4 hours doing chores. He got all the bathrooms done beautifully, plus he scrubbed my kitchen clean, and I started him up on tidying his workspace in the basement. He peed once during the day and I had to change him (he came to me and asked me to please change him after chores).

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On Sunday morning we both rose at the same time. He peed himself and asked me to change him. I told him, no, that Sue would have morning diaper changing duties today. So I had him wash his underarms at the sink. I allowed him a T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms and sent him off to Sue's with his diaper changing bag and wearing a wet, slightly sagging and smelly nappy.

I did not go with him, so from here on in until he returned, except for one phone call I can directly attest to, I can only recount what I was told happened by Sue and david after the fact. I'll tell it to the best of my knowledge and as described to me as if I was a fly on the wall. I'll take some liberty to fill in parts and dialogue that I can only imagine happened where I didn't get the precise details!

david drove to Sue's in his wet diaper. Sue lives in a downtown loft style condo in a converted factory. david parked on the street and buzzed into the main door, and then went up to the door of Sue's unit and knocked.

Sue went to the peephole and identified david. She opened the door with the chain still on and said "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm here..." said david.

"Why are you here?" she asked coquettishly.

"Ummm. To do chores?" said david.

"Any other reason?" asked Sue, fishing.

"Ummmm... Also to please change my diaper?" suggested david.

"Are you still wearing a diaper???" asked Sue.

"Of course I am," said david, a bit too impatiently for Sue's taste. She decided she would punish him for that on the spot.

"Show me," said Sue. "I can see you through the peephole."

david looked around to make sure nobody was there, and then pulled his trackpants down a little bit to show Sue his diaper. Not good enough, apparently. He needed to be taught a real lesson in humility for his impatient and impudent tone.

"Take off those trackpants and your T-shirt and hand them to me," said Sue, through the chained door, "so I can really see."

"Someone might see," whined david.

"Yes they might. They'll see a big naughty baby who's too big for his britches. Do it!" commanded Sue.

david looked around furtively and quickly did as he was told, stripping to just his soggy diaper and handing Sue his trackpants and T. He believed that speed might be his best bet, if only nobody came into the hallway.

"Ok, you can come in," said Sue, unchaining the door and allowing david to rush in as if his diapers were on fire, carrying his diaper changing bag.

What david then saw must have shocked him to his very core. There stood Sue's girlfriend, Moira. As I mentioned previously, she is an excessively pretty, slim, petite long-haired brunette. She had Sue's bathrobe wrapped around herself (and nothing else I was told).



"Oh My God!" she said. "He's really wearing a diaper!"

According to Sue, Moira did have some advance warning in that she was asked if she would swear to secrecy and would be willing to participate as a witness in humiliating my husband in some kinky way, but with no additional details. Moira, being a bit kinky herself, agreed, thinking it would be "interesting".

"Yes he is," said Sue to Moira. Then, "david, let me introduce you to my friend, Moira." then to her girlfriend, "Moira, this is my sister's husband, david, that I was telling you about. david, why don't you explain to Moira exactly why you're wearing a diaper."

"Ummm... I'm being punished," said david.

This put a big smile on Moira's face.

"Tell Moira what you did and how you're being punished," said Sue.

david went on to explain in the humiliating detail required by Sue (she said she really milked it) exactly how he had transgressed, and the full nature of his punishment. She drew him out by making him answer questions such as "and are you allowed to use the toilet at all this weekend?" and so on.

"So tell me again what you want me to do?" said Sue.

"Please change my diaper Ma'am?" answered david.

"Did you pee in it?" asked Sue.

"Yes Ma'am," said david.

"And did you mess it also?" persisted Sue

"No Ma'am."

"Thank goodness!" said a relieved Sue. She told me in advance that she wasn't going to be doing that!

"Shall we have Moira watch me change your diaper today, david?" asked Sue.

"No, that's ok. I'm sure she has better things to do," replied david, hopefully (though hoping in which way I don't know!)

"That's ok, I have nothing better to do," volunteered Moira.

Sue proceeded to give david a full-on diaper change in front of Moira. On the floor, legs up, baby wipes, talcum powder, the works.

Moira commented on the state of his ass, and Sue held his legs back and so that Moira could get a closer look at his punished ass and legs. Of course, in the meantime she was also showing off david's penis, his engorged balls, and his butthole to this attractive woman in a bathrobe whom he had never met before today!

During the changing process, david became erect. I know this because I received a phone call from Sue at that moment,

"Hi Julie, it's me. I have david here on the floor. I'm about to put his new diaper on. Oh, and Moira, you remember her, is here also. She thinks your husband is very amusing. Anyways, I cleaned him up and he became very erect! He has a huge hard-on right now. Here he is being punished for not controlling his penis, and there it is all stiff in front of two gay women. Do you think he's imagining he'll get to have sex with Moira or I? Fat chance! Now what exactly am I supposed to do with this problem? I don't think his diaper will fit!"

Ha! She obviously didn't need my advice, but I nonetheless suggested the obvious things she could do with it: Ignore it; Spank it away; Have him jerk it; or Handjob him.

"I think I'll handjob him, if that's ok with you. I love emptying his balls," said Sue.

"Fine by me," I said. I like that Sue likes to handjob my man. She's very skilled at it, this having been her go-to method of dealing with randy, gropey boys out on dates in the front seat of the boys' Mom's cars in high school. She suspected she was gay back then, and now figures that was her way of getting rid of them quickly with the minimum of involvement on her part. It took a bad marriage, though, to have her completely change teams. Though she's continued to enjoy the handjob, for some reason, where my husband is concerned.

Sue told me later (and I confirmed with david) that she started in on the handjob using only the talcum powder as lubrication. As she did it, she explained her technique to Moira. Moira knelt close by and stroked his balls (!). Hardly my idea of punishment, that!

Sue and Moira together quickly extracted all the cum from david's balls, aiming it straight up and down so that it all dribbled onto his privates. She explained to Moira that I usually make him eat it, but that this time she thought it more appropriate to diaper him in with his own cum while he cleans her bathrooms and kitchen.

And that's what she had him do next. Little cummy diaper boy, dressed in nothing but his diaper, went around scrubbing her toilets, sinks, floors, tub, and tiles while the girls just hung around.

david told me that as he was finishing up that he really needed to "go" badly (number 2), but held it in for fear of being changed by Sue in Moira's presence (he did not know Sue's "no number 2" rule). He thinks Sue even noticed as she asked if he "had a problem" when she saw him clenching his butt and moving his hips back and forth. "No problem, Ma'am," he said, in fear of being made to "do it" in front of Moira and Sue. As a result, he held it until midday when he was released from Sue's service. He says he just could not hold it in any longer and messed his diaper almost as soon as he left Sue's condo and was walking to his car. He had to drive home sitting in it.

First thing he said coming into the door and looking really desperate was, "could you please change me? I've messed my diaper!"

I started doing the dirty deed and scolded him. I asked him why he couldn't just wait until he got home so that he wouldn't need to sit on it and make such a disgusting mess. It really was a mess and took considerable time to clean him all off. He said he held it in for as long as he could because he didn't want to poop his diapers at Sue's place where she and Moira might have to change him. I told him he was a bad boy and he should have just done it there and let them clean him up without such a mess (she might have let him do it himself even). He thought he could make it home, but couldn't. Another "accident" while he was being punished for his "accident" at Sarah's. Yeesh! He for sure got a few swats to his butt while that new diaper was going on.

After I cleaned him and put him in his fresh diaper I fed him lunch, after which it was back to line writing, corner time, and more chores. He needed to get through 500 lines from noon until bedtime. He did two stints of 100 each, but for the last two I let him do 150 at a sitting as it was clear we were running out of time.

He finished the last of his 1000 lines at around 10:30 pm. I let him off his final hours of corner time and chores. Instead, after I removed his final diaper and cleaned him up with his baby wipes, I used my hairbrush to spank his still marked and sore butt in the diaper position, together with one final scolding for what he had done. I then hugged him, kissed him, and forgave him. I reminded him that next time he visits Sarah he would have to explain to her the circumstances better. He agreed he would.

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That next massage appointment was earlier this week. Prior to his showing up, and unbeknownst to him, I sent Sarah my own apology email,

Dear Sarah: 

David told me about the mess he left you to clean up after a previous therapy session. I've looked into the circumstances around it, and I've asked him to explain it to you next time he's in. Regardless of circumstance, his behaviour was completely unacceptable, and I gave him a good talking to. My sister as well who happened to be there. I believe he is sufficiently embarrassed by the whole incident that it will leave a lasting impression on him. I've made very sure to reinforce with him that this must never again happen. My deepest apologies for my husband's poor behaviour.

Yours Truly, 

Julie

Sarah did not mention the note when he came in. But david asked if he could have a word with her before the session started. Sarah agreed and waited for david to speak.

Here was the dialogue according to david:

david started with, "last time, when you talked to me about the mess you had to clean up, I was so embarrassed I couldn't say anything,"

"Awww, I didn't mean to embarrass you," said Sarah with a smile. I know Sarah and I don't think she did. Rather his embarrassment was a natural consequence of what she was required to tell him, not the intent of the telling.

david went on, "First of all, I wanted to repeat how sorry I am and that it will never happen again. But I also need you to know that it wasn't deliberate. I didn't deliberately make a mess."

david said Sarah had a sweet smile and nodded her head in encouragement.

"I mean, I did, obviously, touch myself, and rubbed it, but really quickly a lot of pre-cum started coming out, and I tried to stop it but I couldn't, and I was a bit panicked, and I tried to clean it up with the tissues but I guess I must have missed some. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to know that I didn't deliberately make a mess. I wouldn't deliberately disrespect your office or you that way."

"Ok," she said, "I understand. And it wasn't about me at all?"

"Oh no!" david said quickly. He says too quickly and was afraid afterwards that he might have offended her. I doubt it. She was relieved. "I was thinking about something that was going to happen later..."

"well ok then," said Sarah. "We've known each other a long time and we can let it go. If it had been a new client, then... out. Never again. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, absolutely," said david. "It will never, ever happen again, I promise."

Then Sarah chose to tell david about my e-mail. "Julie sent me a little note saying you wanted to explain this to me. I get it. I understand. She also said she gave you a good talking to?"

"Yes, she sure did," said david.

"And did your 'talking to' involve a sore bottom at all?" (!) she said, unexpectedly (to us both).

You see, Sarah knows that david is a spanked husband. Sometimes he showed up for massages with marks on his buttocks. The first time it happened Sarah said she was required by law to ask him about the marks, if he was abused at home at all. david quickly reassured her that it was consensual. They didn't talk about it again, except Sarah would occasionally point out that there was a bruise on his legs or butt cheek.

david had to answer, so he said, simply, "yes."

"You probably enjoyed that," said Sarah (!)

"Not this time," said david, speaking truthfully!

"Good!" she said with a grin, and told david to get undressed and under the sheet while she left the room. Clearly Sarah approves of my methods. Ha ha!

It was a very normal massage after that, and they bantered back and forth as usual over safe topics (her kids, TV shows, politics, that sort of thing).

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So that was the whole saga of david's very poor choice. Truly, humiliatingly, embarrassed as he had never been before by the incident. And truly punished for it, and even with a new girl "lending a hand". I had fun with the whole thing, and so did Sue. We shall have to think about more ways to involve Moira in future as well if she is willing!