One of my favourite bloggers, Vanessa Chaland at Queening Chairs just posted two rather exhibitionist videos!!!

In the first, Force Masturbation - Cuckold Training - Humiliation Video she is seen bare naked with her cucky in front of her.


He is being instructed to masturbate for her. He is told to ruin his orgasm and to deposit his sperm where she is pointing. He must then get down on his knees and lick it all up and swallow it so he can "get used to the taste" for when she has her boyfriends over later.

If that wasn't enough (!), Naughty Vanessa posts a second video, Letting My Cuckold Fuck Me Video, where her lucky cucky gets to spend six whole minutes fucking his Queen who rather audibly and visibly orgasms during the proceedings.


Good stamina displayed by cucky. I am jealous!


Vanessa, you go girl!!!

I every now and then receive requests from my readers e-Domme them a bit. Always happy to do so. Today's little victim we shall call t. t pissed me off a bit by not telling me enough about his background, so he is being punished by me. His punishment is that I am not replying to his email privately, but rather will reply to it publicly here. I am hoping you readers will help me to chide t for his deceitful behaviour.

First, for context, here was his initial e-mail to me:

Julie -  hi! Enjoy your blog, even though I'm just a lurker.  :-)
 
I thought I'd take the plunge and ask for an assignment from you.  Nothing too bad, please -  I've never done anything like this before.
 
FYI - I live in XXXX, and late XX's professional male - married, though wife not into kink.
Thanks

A typical profile for a male reader. I X'd out some of t's personal details. Wife not into kink is an all-to-common story. See my Advice for Wives column for my views on that. He says he's "never done anything this before". Ha!

Taking him at face value, here was my note back to him:

From: Julie <strictjulie@gmail.com>
To: t
Jul 6 at 9:04 AM
Hi t!

So, you'd like an assignment would you? (Evil grin).

Ok, go to the drugstore and buy a box of tampons. That and nothing else. Cash out with a nice young woman (no automated checkout allowed!) You can look embarrassed, I'm sure that would be sweet. She'll assume you are just pussy whipped (by your wife, or a grown daughter perhaps). Little will she know that the tampons are for your boi pussy. Take them home, use lube, and insert one deep up inside of you with only the little white string dangling out. It's safe (but use lube). Masturbate with that up inside of you, knowing you are SUCH a pussy for allowing a woman to make you do this. Tug on the little string as you tug on your little cock. Think about being made to Tampax yourself as if you were a young woman. Make sure you swallow your cum afterwards, like a good little slut (girls have to do it all the time, consider this a little payback).

Send me a little story about your adventures and your feelings during it. Also a discrete selfie photo of your bum with the little white string dangling out as proof.

Make sure your wife doesn't catch you!

Good luck, t. Trust that it will bring a big smile to my face when I receive your email! I will not publish your photo or recounting (unless you beg me to).

Julie

This is a standard "first assignment" many blog readers will recognize. Either that or panty shopping. I get a lot of these requests, and so I reuse and recycle. This one always tickles me though.

After t performed his assignment, he wrote me back a note with an included file of his account. His note went,

Julie - hi! Thanks for the assignment! I've attached my report for your reading pleasure ... :-)

As to my feelings during the assignment, I'd say I'm not an experienced submissive - and certainly not to David's extent.

About publishing my photos and report - I'll leave that up to you. If you choose to do so, my only request is to refer to me as "T" and remove the "XXX" references.

Thanks, and have a great weekend!

Best,

T

I'll let t take it from here in his own words from the attached file. I will interject my thoughts in red.

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Report on First Assignment from Strict Julie
Two background points, before the actual report.

• First, I had come across an article on Strict Julie's site which contained an assignment similar to the one she emailed me - that was in response to a guy requesting an initial assignment. Thus, I was not surprised by my assignment.
• Second, after reading that article, I was intrigued about the concept of tamponing, so I bought  a box of tampons and did this on my own for the first time about 3 months ago. Since then, I've done this several other times. Thus, the acts of purchasing tampons and then tamponing myself was not new.

What? This was absolutely something mister "never done anything like this before" should have mentioned. It makes me feel like a dummy. I would have happily given him another assignment if only he would have filled me in on this background in his initial email.

Because of my background points, what I decided to do was "up the stakes" a bit and go with the LARGEST tampon I could find.

Hmmmph! NOT satisfied.

What's the saying - "Go large, or don't go at all"? Thus, I chose the Tampax Pearl Super Plus tampon, and purchased it at a chain drug store late (about 10:15 pm) one evening on the way home from a long day at work. When I parked at the drug store, I was not sure who would be at the cash register - upon walking in, I noted a pleasant looking woman, likely early 20's, at the register. Knowing this requirement was met, I walked to the feminine products section and searched until I found the Super Plus tampon (I knew this store should have it, because the web site showed good availability). It took a couple minutes to find it - there are SO many brands, shapes, sizes, materials, scents, and applicator options available! - and, while searching, a woman shopper came into the aisle, exited, and came back again a few minutes later.

A successful search...


With the desired product in hand, and nothing else, I proceeded to the cash register, where the young woman's half-smile momentarily turned into a bit of a smirk before settling at neutral when checking me out.

Ok, so this is what I LOVE about this assignment. That little smirk that says, "you are so pussy whipped!"

Given the lateness of the purchase and a long day, I wasn't feeling embarrassed at check out - though I did feel some uneasiness about the woman who came to the tampon section twice while I was there.

You should have been embarrassed, you little cucked pussy boy! (my reaction upon reading this).

The following morning, I resolved to "do the deed" early, before work, and when no one was around. After stripping completely, I opened the box, took out a tampon, unwrapped it, and stared a moment at its size. Boy, this was ONE BIG TAMPON!! It was visibly much wider than previous ones.

Gulp, this could be tough...


Yup. Right up where the sun don't shine, subby.

Nonetheless, I applied lube to its top, squatted down, and then inserted it into my "boi pussy." It took a few moments to get it in and positioned, because it was so large. Eventually, it was inserted to the correct depth, and I pushed the plunger to launch the "cotton payload" into my nether regions. Even several minutes after removing the plastic applicator, I could still feel the tampon inside me, unlike previous smaller ones where the sensation quickly subsided.

And, as requested, photo evidence!


This is my favourite part! I love that I can make pussy bois do this by remote control. Totally pathetic, I know! Nice butt, little miss cotton tail!

With the self-tamponing done, I moved on to the next step, to masturbate while occasionally tugging on the tampon's string - I did this, and came into my left hand within a few minutes.

I'm sure you did, feeling that big thing up your ass, wishing it was the real thing???

As instructed, I licked all the ejaculate out of my hand and swallowed it.

Yes you did!

With the assignment completed, I quickly cleaned up everything and went to work. Of note - I did decide to leave the tampon in for a little while, even after completing the assignment and going into work. Why? I viewed it as another part of "upping the stakes" for this initial assignment. Taking a break at work, I went into the bathroom and removed the tampon - and boy its size made it HARD to take it out! The Super Plus tampon was inside me 1.5 hours, and was noticeable the entire time. I guess size DOES matter...

How did I feel while doing all this? While Strict Julie suggested I should feel like "you are SUCH a pussy for allowing a woman to make you do this" when masturbating and then swallowing while tamponed, I did not have feelings like those. Rather, I viewed it as an experiment I was conducting on myself, to explore the kinky side of myself. I remained curious as to how I would feel while doing homework assigned by my female "Kink Therapist."

Keep telling yourself that.

• The Super Plus tampon enlightened me as to the efforts women must take to not let the heaviest part of their periods interfere with their daily lives. I could feel this particular size tampon inside me the entire time, so I imagine women must be constantly aware of hosting one this size.
• Masturbating while tamponed might be how anal sex feels to a woman during her heaviest flow - not unpleasant, yet not fully satisfying, either.
• Swallowing was definitely a new experience to me - the warm sticky cum took numerous licks to clean my left palm, and it definitely coated my mouth on the way down my throat. I did not brush my teeth following this, and the slight residual stickiness eventually went away naturally. This certainly gives me a better appreciation of how this feels to a woman - while there's a certain sexiness to giving oral sex, the aftermath seems somewhat demeaning to be expected to swallow something from your partner's body.

All in all, I'd say this was less about feeling like I was a pussy, and more about how it feels to be a woman having to take care of her pussy by "pushing cotton" while also living up to expectations for having anal sex and giving oral sex, even if she'd prefer not to do so because of discomfort due to her period.

Well, that's a lesson well-learned anyways!

Respectfully submitted,

T

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So, what did you think of t's adventure? What do you think of him holding out on me? What shall we make him do next? Comments welcome!

P.S. there is an AMAZING adventure that is lining up. I just need permission from the third-party to blog (I know - unusual that!), and then I can give you the setup. I am exceptionally excited!!!

As related in my last blog post, e-Subbie's First Assignment, I gave a new eSubbie my standard first assignment. As it turned out, however, he had not been completely forthcoming with me regarding his previous experience, and as a result it made me seem unoriginal.

I solicited some ideas for punishment, and from those synthesized my response. Previously t had written an abject letter of apology to me after he had read my blog post. I told him I was teasing him. He wrote me another email where he seemed relieved by that, and referred to us as "BFF's now". He referred to me as "Julie" and asked if it was correct o lower case his name. Here was my response:

Yes t, of course you are lower-cased when corresponding with me. Address me as Ms. Julie from now on as well, please.

Since we are BFF's, go fetch your largest dildo (or go out to a sex shop and buy a realistic looking challenging-sized one). Put it up your bottom. With it in, sit in front of your computer and type the following line for me:

"I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie."

Type it 50 times. Each time use a different arrangement of the words. Be sure to wiggle your bottom on that dildo as you do it.

Ms. Julie 

Well that got him jumping and resulted in a much more respectful tone in his following emails.

Ms. Julie - okay, thank you for clarifying conventions.

If I may, I do have two questions about this assignment.

First, I do not have a dildo, so I will need to go to a sex shop and buy one. In checking various types the Adam & Eve stores are likely to stock, here's one that its web site describes as "Ignite 7.5" Realistic Dong" and which is suitable for anal use. To me, this seems to be both realistic and challenging size (Realistically shaped head, shaft, and vein details / 7.5” total length, 6.5” insertable length, 1.5” width). Does this, or something like it, meet your expectations?

Second, to clarify the 50 line assignment.  To me, different arrangements of the words could produce nonsensical results, such as the second one:

1 - I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie.

2 - Must never again I withhold information Ms. Julie from.

3 - etc.

Am I interpreting your instructions correctly?

Ms. Julie, thank you in advance for helping me understand and meet your expectations. I am learning that guessing or assuming anything is bad form for an e-subbie.

Regards,

I had a block of time where I could complete my punishment in private. Thus, I got out the items I'd purchased earlier that day, cleaned the dildo before initial use, put lube on the dildo's head, pulled down my pants and underwear, and began to insert it. The initial penetration was VERY tough and painful, and required a lot of effort on my part. Despite all this, I only got it in about 1.5 inches. Removing it, I spread lube on the rest of the dildo, and tried again - this time I was able to get the full dildo (5.5" long and 1.5" wide) completely inserted. This was VERY painful, pushing past the point I'd gotten previously. The dildo's size took my breath away while I was inserting it, and I was VERY aware of it, even once I had adjusted to it a bit.

That was exactly the effect I was going for, so I was gratified to read that, as I am sure is the lovely young lady who sold you the dildo. You got it just right, girl!

At this point, I pulled my underwear and pants back up, to help keep the dildo in place, and proceeded to sit down and type my 50 sentences, generating different variations of:

"I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie."

Here are my typed lines - I began typing at 5:17 pm, and completed at typing 5:44 pm (typing time 27 minutes). Not knowing whether or how thoroughly Ms. Julie might check my work, I decided to check it myself - I'm glad I did, because I found 2 pairs of duplicated sentences. I corrected these, and ended up with 50 unique variations. I ended checking at 6:00 pm (checking time 16 minutes). Thus, I spent a total of 43 minutes seated, doing my typing or checking.

I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie.
I never again withhold information from Ms. Julie must.
I again withhold information from Ms. Julie must never.
I withhold information from Ms. Julie must never again.
I information from Ms. Julie must never again withhold.
I from Ms. Julie must never again withhold information.
I Ms. Julie must never again withhold information from.
Must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie I.
Must again withhold information from Ms. Julie I never.
Must withhold information from Ms. Julie I never again.
Must information from Ms. Julie I never again withhold.
Must from Ms. Julie I never again withhold information.
Must Ms. Julie I never again withhold information from.
Never again withhold information from Ms. Julie I must.
Never withhold information from Ms. Julie I must again.
Never information from Ms. Julie I must again withhold.
Never from Ms. Julie I must again withhold information.
Never Ms. Julie I must again withhold information from.
Again withhold information from Ms. Julie I must never.
Again information from Ms. Julie I must never withhold.
Again from Ms. Julie I must never withhold information.
Again Ms. Julie I never must withhold information from.
Withhold information from Ms. Julie I must never again.
Withhold from Ms. Julie I must never again information.
Withhold Ms. Julie I must never again information from.
Information from Ms. Julie I must never again withhold.
Information Ms. Julie I must never again withhold from.
From Ms. Julie I must never again withhold information.
Ms. Julie I must never again withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must I never again withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must never I again withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must never again I withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must never again withhold information from I.
Ms. Julie must never again information from I withhold.
Ms. Julie must never again from I withhold information.
Ms. Julie must never withhold information from again I.
Ms. Julie must again never I withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must again I withhold information from never.
Ms. Julie must again withhold information from never I.
Ms. Julie must again information from never I withhold.
Ms. Julie must again from never I withhold information.
Ms. Julie must from never I withhold information again.
Ms. Julie must from I withhold information again never.
Ms. Julie must from withhold information again never I.
Ms. Julie must from information again never I withhold.
Ms. Julie must from again never I withhold information.
Ms. Julie must from I again never withhold information.
Ms. Julie from I withhold information again never must.
Ms. Julie must from I information again never withhold.
Ms. Julie must from I never information withhold again.

I have not checked it all all, pretty please would some of my blog readers proofread to ensure he did not shirk. Thanks!

As instructed, I did wiggle my bottom on the dildo as I typed the sentences or checked my work, making sure to do it at least once on every sentence typed and every minute or so spent checking. I typically bounced up and down every time I typed the word "withhold" - because withholding information was the reason Ms. Julie is punishing me. Every time I did this, my pain increased - I felt the increased pressure within my entire anal area, and the length of the dildo thrusting higher inside of me.

I was only teasing about the wiggling part, assuming wiggling would come naturally owing to the deep, deep penetration, but I am glad that t took me so literally!

After about 40 minutes, the dildo was becoming more painful and harder to tolerate. I sped up as much as I dared, knowing I needed to be thorough while I was self-checking my work.

Once I finished my typing and checking, I got up and removed the dildo. I was AMAZED at how empty my insides felt, now that this large piece was no longer inside me! I cleaned up myself and the dildo, and stowed it, the lube, and the cleaner in a secure place.

I sat back down to do some work, and realized how different my bottom felt due to having kept the large dildo inside me for 43 minutes - the entire area felt stretched and tingly. Upon waking up this morning, there was a residual feeling of "emptiness" and some tingling in my bottom.

Properly fucked! Perfect! This is how my husband feels after a vigorous session of anal intercourse from Adam.

Ms. Julie, I hope I have completed this punishment to your satisfaction. I experienced extreme embarrassment going to buy the dildo and accessories, and a lot of pain and discomfort during the 43 minutes of typing and checking. I also found the typing very tedious, because it was very easy to lose track of what I was doing - in fact, I lost my focus a few times and had to delete several duplicated sentences.

In conclusion, please trust me Ms. Julie when I say, I will NEVER EVER again withhold information from you!

Respectfully submitted,
t

It's true! First time ever. Outed!!!! Though person doing the "outing" is very responsible and will be discrete, I am positive.  This is how it happened and what the fallout will be.

I received the following email the other day to my strictjulie account:

Dear Julie,

A while back (about two weeks now) I was turned onto your blog by a regular client of mine. He's been a fan of yours for quite some time, but I had never before come across the blog myself.

I admit that I was sucked in by the kinky adventures as well as the writing style, and found myself glued to the pages as I scrolled along. After reading I did locate a couple of entries that seemed uncannily similar to experiences that I myself have had, with a married couple named ████ and ████. I have read and re-read these entries and I am absolutely assured with the fullest of my being that these scenes are scenes that I myself helped craft and execute. The photos of yourself also speak to the encounters with the couple that I recall.

I find myself surprised, delighted, irritated, amused, taken aback - a mix of emotions that will work themselves out over time into something more clear. In order to sort through some of my feelings about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition, I am requesting another meeting. I have an idea of what I would like to do - this time to "Julie" as well as ████ - but welcome your input as well.

~ Mistress Violet ~

Sensual Sessions with a Dominant Woman, Toronto 

mistressvioletmays.com 

Notes on pleasing this Mistress:

*refrain from back-and-forth type emails 

*do not request a phone number; all communications are via email 

*read my website, including information on rates

Follow Me on Twitter

Spoil Me

Mistress Violet is a Toronto-based Pro Domme that david and I have played with twice in the past. Here are some photos from her web site.





Isn't she gorge?!? She's the best david and I have ever played with. So intelligent, such a great actress for our scenes, so incredibly kinky, enjoys a wide variety of activities, and genuinely enjoys her job! She works out of her own clean, discrete, very well-equipped studio, suitable for dungeon-type scenes, medical fetish play, domestic scenes, and whatever else your kinky mind desires! If you're looking for a fun time, reach out to her and tell her Julie sent you. You will definitely not be disappointed.

For our scenes we went by our real names which is how she knows us (hence my blocking out of our names above). We did that, of course, so as not to make the connection with my Julie persona. But yes, she had absolutely found us out. Guilty as charged. And she had clearly read all my innermost thoughts about our scenes together from my blog (where I admitted to having a bit of a girl-crush on her - blush blush blush!).

The scenes she referred to are as follows.

• The first one was Anal training in front of wife and friend, published March, 2015. I was frisky and went looking for a Pro Domme to roleplay a young woman assisting me in david's anal training regime (so he could take my big dildo). It was a favourite scene and became the basis of Chapter 9 of my book.

• We played with her a second time as well, a year later, as described in Playtime Happened. In this one david played her daddy, and I played david's young second wife. In the scene, I encouraged his daughter to "come out" to him that she was a Pro Domme. Much kinkyness ensued. Before the scene, I fibbed, telling her it was my birthday, and got some birthday spanks from both david and she. At the end of the scene, ice having been broken, she and I got it on a bit as well while david jerked off beneath us.

Despite a slight change of venue for the first, these scenes went down pretty much exactly as I described (to the very best of my recollection). They were both incredibly wild. In fact, I was hankering for another encounter with her when the email came through.

And of course, she is likely reading every word I write here, which serves to keep me very honest! I wrote back to her as follows:

Hi Violet,

Yes, you are right of course, I am she and those were the scenes we did together. I am sooo sooo sorry that I blogged about them without your permission. I guess I did not think I would get caught! Every bad girls' excuse? I think I need a good spanking! ;-)

I feel very "naked", you having read all my innermost thoughts and fantasies. NOBODY else has done that who knows me in real life! I think you have me at a disadvantage!

If you wouldn't mind please not connecting my real name and other email to "Julie", I am trying to stay anonymous for obvious reasons I am sure you well understand. As well, crazy as it seems, David does not know about my blog (to the best of my knowledge). If it was naughty hiding it from you, imagine how much more so from David!

That having been said, would love to book another three-way session with you. I am scared and eager all at once when you say you have an idea of what you want to do to "Julie" as well as David!!! Same rate as last time is ok?

I will tell my husband that I contacted you to line up another session. He will like that! I'll let him know that we discussed you Domming the both of us... he will like that even more!

If you absolutely have to (she says hopefully) you can tell David that a little turnabout is good for a Domme's soul. I will understand it to be my penance for taking such liberties as publishing our scene without your consent!

"Julie"

This is all very true. While david and I have played with many different women, none of them (not my sister, not Tracy, not his trainers, not even david himself!) know about my blog. And, of course, I have tens of thousands of blog readers, none of whom have ever met me in real life (or at least, connected me to Julie!). This lovely lady is the first person who has and will see me in person, and also has read my blog, and knows that me is she, and she is me! Oh my.

She wrote back,

Dearest Julie,

Of course, your identity is safe with me - I respect and fully understand the need for anonymity. I am completely taken aback that David does not know about your blog. So much of your real (and imagined?) sex life is so very public, I can only imagine the shame and humiliation, not to mention the titillation he would feel if he were to find out. 

You mentioned a couple of times that you "deserve a spanking" and doing penance for writing about our sessions. I don't think I'm reading too much into things when I say that it will be my delight to co-top David when you come to visit next, but then I also intend to fully turn the tables on you... 

The rate is the same. Let me know when you would like to book an appointment.

~ Mistress Violet ~

Oh gosh. Oh golly. be-still-my-fluttering-heart!!!! But what's with the "and imagined?" part? You just can't win in this game. Here is a lady that actually took part in what are two of the craziest ever scenes (and you can even go ask her now), and even she is a doubting Tomasina! Oh well.  Here is how I replied:

Hi Violet,

I wouldn't mind that... the table-turning I mean... (blush!)
I'll check with David on dates and get back ASAP!
May I please blog? And is it ok to include a link to you and photos?

Julie

And her response,

You have my permission to blog about our interaction, and to link to and use pictures of your choosing from my website.

~ Mistress Violet ~

So I was able to link to her and include photos! Please don't bug her with emails unless you wish to book a session. You can "tweet" her I suppose, and leaving a comment here is something I am sure she will see as well.

Here she is again to jog your memory (so pretty!).





Our emails went on and we arranged a date for week after this. I am not 100% sure what I am getting myself into! Certainly we will co-top david together. Get his bottom nice and rosy red between the two of us. It is more the turning of the tables that I am nervous about. I am pretty sure I will get a spanking while david watches. She has my husband there and can play Ken-and-Barbie dolls with us, certainly. Bend me over and have him use his cock on me! And... I know she has a big red strap-on dildo herself. She would certainly use that on david, right? Surely not on me!?! She couldn't! She wouldn't! Not while my husband watches!!! I've never had to be fucked like that... not by a woman... not with a strap-on...

As a courtesy, I will let Mistress Violet know I've posted this. I am sure she will be reading comments, so if any of you have any suggestions for her, now is your chance...







Excited and nervous!!!!

Well, it happened! A very wonderful three-way scene with my david and Mistress Violet Mays. My bottom got toasted and she popped my girl-cherry as well!!!! (david had fun also)


As I described in Outed to Mistress Violet!, this Toronto-based Pro Domme, Mistress Violet Mays  with whom david and I have played a couple of times under our real names, contacted me out of the blue through my Julie account, playfully "scolding" me for having described our scenes without asking her permission. Long and short of it, we set up a session where we would co-top david, but then where the tables would be turned on me as "punishment".

We needed a pretext for the table-turning (as david does not know about the blog), so I thought about it and sent Violet the following email.

Hello Mistress Violet!

Just to let you know, I posted a blog article regarding our email exchange and upcoming encounter! It's at http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2017/07/outed-to-mistress-violet.html. I've asked my readers for suggestions for what to do during the scene to leave in the comments. You can feel free to post comments there as well, of course!

Was also thinking, how do I pay my penance to you without david knowing what it is for? Here is something that is a bit in-character that might fit.

We can have a "spanking competition" to see who can make david yelp the loudest. You can let me "win" this competition, and then I can pretend to make fun of you, the Big Bad Professional Mistress, not being able to spank my husband as hard as I can. I can try to be really obnoxious.

All the excuse you would need to teach an uppity young wife her place in front of her husband? As you scold me for being too big for my britches, I will know what I am really being scolded for, and submit to it...

Have you seen all the comments on the last blog entry? My readers always seem to take particular delight in "Strict Julie" having the tables turned on her!

Julie

She wrote back.

Dear Julie,

Tweeted the link to your blog post - I'm intrigued to see the comments (and what comes after...)!

I do like the idea of turning the tables, and david of course must not find out about the blog or about your connivances with me, so let's go with your idea of a spanking competition!

~ Mistress Violet ~

And here was the tweet she was referring to.


I'm a "kinky mofo????" Ha ha! My response.

Thanks!

And as predicted, my blog fans are salivating over the prospect of "Strict Julie" getting her comeuppance.  You mustn't take their suggestions too seriously or I won't be sitting for a week! Also, they ALL want to see me fucked in the ass!!!

Julie

And hers.

I was on this morning and I don't think things had escalated to that extent! Red rosy bottom cheeks was about it. Hungry subbies!

~ Mistress Violet ~

Ha ha! Hungry subbies indeed!

Over the next little bit we had some additional exchanges where we both got comfortable with what we would be doing. I don't want to detail those here, as you will find out in due course what we discussed. I know there's this fantasy of me being dominated for real, but things don't work that way in practice. We discussed and agreed beforehand in quite some explicit detail (not with david, of course, I know his boundaries and what turns him on intimately, so I keep him in suspense and surprise him, but we do debrief, he and I, after a scene always).

Mistress Violet was such a pleasure to discuss these things with. She asked me at one point "of everything we've discussed, now tell me, what do you want more of, and what do you want less of?" A real professional! All this negotiating is NOT to say that what I was agreeing to wasn't pushing my own boundaries, because it definitely was!!!! I think I'm my own worst disciplinarian!

Coming up to our session, I noticed another tweet...


Poor david, "oblivious". But that's how he likes it. When there's a couple of sexy gals involved, he doesn't seem to complain about it at all.

So, we got to Mistress Violet's place. It's a nondescript townhouse on the outside that she uses for sessions only. It's very neat and tidy, and outfitted with everything a kinkster could possibly want. On the ground floor there's a bathroom, a kitchenette, and a living room packed with gear. Upstairs there's a giant king-sized bed and a quite discrete man-sized cage! All over the place there are eyelets and hooks to attach people to.

Violet was dressed very sexy, in black stiletto heels, skimpy black panties under fishnet tights, and a black and red lace bustier on top. david blushed and got a silly little grin on his face he could barely wipe off! Men!

We greeted and made pleasantries and small talk. Violet offered us a glass of water. Of course, Violet made no mention of my blog when we were there, and she called me by my real name, not Julie. I'll translate it as "Julie" here, because that's how you guys know me.

First thing was that I needed to use the loo. While there, I saw the ceiling-mounted eyelets in the shower. Violet and I had discussed using these... I took a photo.


When I came out of the bathroom I could see david looking a bit flustered. He was seated on a bench, and Violet was seated above him on the kitchen island, her stiletto heel in his crotch. His shirt was half-unbuttoned and he looked nervous. Ha ha! I do believe Violet was being a bit sexually aggressive with my man, and he did not know how to react without me there to guide him.

Next we sent david into the bathroom so Violet and I could talk. We talked with low voices so that david couldn't hear. We talked a bit about the blog in whispered tones. She loved it! We also re-confirmed how the evening would proceed. Violet gave me a chance to back out. No way! I gave her my own personal dildo, newly acquired with this session in mind.


It's top of the line. So-called "dual density" silicone so it feels soft on the outside and hard on the inside. Violet sequestered it away for future use... Honestly, this was the part of the scene that I was most nervous, flustered, excited, and turned on about!

We brought david out of the bathroom. Violet suggested "out of the blue" that she and I engage in a spanking contest. See who could spank my man the hardest with our hands only. We agreed on OTK over a straight-backed chair, three rounds each, alternating. david would be the judge at the end.

We started right in with some competitive bickering. I said there's no way she could spank him harder than I. She said that she was a professional, and could out-spank any amateur anytime. She said that I spanked one man a lot, but that she's spanked hundreds of men and women and that there was no comparison between us. I said through gritted teeth that we'd just have to see about that. david was precious. He really did not want to see the two of us fighting. He looked so worried. He thought our three-way was going South fast! Men are so gullible.

Violet took command and ordered david to strip. He started removing his clothes. Of course I had him dressed in panties for the occasion, and Violet had a good laugh over that. These are them.


Can you just imagine my poor husband, stripped down to these panties in front of an attractive other woman? He was blushing at the fact that Violet saw him being panty trained like this by his wife.

We decided he'd get to keep his panties on for round one. Violet went first. She sat on the chair regally and pulled david by the arm over her lap. She played with and adjusted his panties. He was naked otherwise. Then she started in. Each spank was a huge CRACK sound, as if her hand was a paddle! OMG! I needed to "beat her" at this game but she was setting the bar high! david visibly reacted to her spank. She continued as she had started. Midway through she paused and fondled the seat of his panties. She pulled the panties away from his crack, spread his cheek, and looked at his bumhole. "Your sub has a hairy bumhole," she said to me. Blush! He did. He clearly had not shaved it in a while. I was very humiliated for real! Then she said to david, "so I guess this has to be a real punishment for you, in addition to being a contest." Not sure if it would make a practical difference! She restored his panties back and finished up her round one with much grunting and squealing from my little man.

I took her place, and started in on my own round one. I "cheated" by spanking him low on his cheeks and upper thighs where his panties would not get in the way. I also pulled his panties up his bum crack, giving him a good stiff wedgy, and spanked his bare cheeks good and hard. david has fantasies about being publicly "wedgied" in front of the girls. I gave him a very tight one in front of Violet. Crushing his balls and bisecting his crack so much the area around his asshole was cut in two, with his dark anal area visible on either side of his wedgied panty. The tight, painful wedgying had his bum high and him moaning and kicking his legs in distress. What a spectacle he made for Violet!

My hand is pretty good also. And with all this added pressure I went above and beyond, stinging my hand in the process. david seemed to "appreciate it," though, based on the extra added vocalizations and leg kicking.

I liberated his panty from his ass crack and we switched again. I felt I had gotten the better of round one and told her so. We continued our back and forth banter.

Violet started by lowering his panties down the backs of his legs, baring his bum. She did this slowly and ritualistically, making a "big deal" of the panty lowering.


Then she started back in, very hard. Slap after loud slap right to his ass. He was squirming, kicking, and vocalizing for her as well. The traitor! We compared notes on making our hands sore, but his ass more so.

Then it was my round two. I kept his panties at his knees, but reached between his legs and pulled out his penis and testicles. I made him clamp his legs together. All his "junk" was right out there for Violet and I to see. I fondled him a bit, getting him terribly excited across my knee. I like rubbing him like this until he is close to cumming. When he was hard and drippy, then I started spanking very hard very close to his penis and testicles. Immediately, david started yelling "No! Please! Be careful! Be careful, please!" I even lightly grazed his testicles with my fingertips a few times to give him added cause for concern. Violet seemed very amused by all this. At one point she came over, grabbed his cock to pull it further out the back and center it, and adjusted his testicles as well to be symmetrically aligned. Very tidy of her! david's penis twitched pathetically as she did this.

Round two was over, and I thought I had definitely won that round, but there was still round three to come.

Violet sat down for round three and spanked david's bare ass. She pulled on his skin and spanked him in various places the sun does not shine otherwise! She had him yelping and kicking very well. Violet was probably holding back, to make sure "I won", but if it were a "for real" competition, I doubt I would have carried the day! As it was, david was sweating like crazy by the time she was finished, and there might have been little tears in his eyes? She sent him to the bathroom to bring back a face cloth to wipe his teary, sweaty face.

I sat down for my round three. I lowered his panties to his ankles. Then I grabbed his panties in my hands and bent his legs up towards me, ensuring his feet would not be on the ground. I then started in with my hardest slaps yet, spanking the heck out of my poor hubby's ass and legs, hard. I was absolutely unrelenting. My hand was hurting like hell! His ass was cherry red! I got a very satisfactory reaction out of david, including some begging for me to stop and what I thought were some actual real tears. Yay me!


I get impossibly turned on when he is yelling out and crying and kicking his legs while I am spanking his bare bum in front of another woman. I'm thinking, "what a baby, what a girl..." and there is Violet sitting there, smirking at my poor husband's painful distress at the hands of his very strict wife! Now and then throughout his spankings, he would turn his head and look up at the other woman watching him. He then buried his head in the carpet again in a deep blush. But he did this over and over again, increasing his own shame exponentially.

We stood him up and he clenched at his poor punished cheeks. "Well david," said Violet in an imperious tone, "be honest now. Who won the competition? Julie or I?"

david looked sheepish, but truthfully answered in a very small voice that he supposed that I had won.

"Ha!" I said obnoxiously. "Looks like I'm a harder spanker than Miss Experienced Pro! Maybe you need some lessons from me?"

"Or maybe you need a lesson from me," Violet said ominously, face darkening.

But then she brightened up again and said, "but why don't we go into the bathroom, there's something there you can help me with."

We all went into the bathroom, david naked by now, panties left discarded on the floor.


"Kneel in the corner!" ordered Violet to david, pointing to the corner of the shower enclosure. david scurried in and knelt in the corner. "On the floor!" clarified Violet, "head down!" david crouched down on his knees and elbows, head lowered, cowering in the corner of the shower stall. Violet can go from "0 to 60" in terms of dominance quotient in 0 seconds flat. She seems very used to ordering subbies about and clearly brooks no disobedience!

Then to me, "I have a female sub coming in later this week who's about your height," said Violet. "I've never attached someone your size in here and just want to check if the chains are the right length."

"Sure," I agreed (knowing what was coming!). She put some soft rubber cuffs around my wrists. Then she clipped a chain to each cuff, and the other end of each chain to the ceiling-mounted eyelets. I was still dressed at this point.

"There we go," said Violet, playing her role, "now I have you where I want you. Where I can teach you a little lesson in respect for a real Professional."

It was pretty comfy up there. My feet were fully on the ground, but I couldn't move very far. If my arms got tired I just relaxed them and they hung up there, held up by the comfy wrist restraints. If I got tired standing there, I could just sort of hang. I tried rattling at the chains a bit and said, "Hey! Let me out of here!"

david was cowering on the ground, but looked up at me in my compromised position with a big smile.

"Who said you could look up?!" said Violet to david, noticing this behaviour, and smacking him. He quickly put his head back down again. But very soon lifted it up again to peek behind Mistress Violet's back.

Violet started undoing my loose blouse, pulling it up and over my head to behind my neck, exposing my bare tits. david was grinning down there like a fool! She reached for one restraint, unfastened it and pulled the sleeve of my blouse off my arm. I tried a bit of a token resistance while unchained, but Violet was strong and re-fastened me in place easily. Once my blouse was off that arm. She told david to stand up and unfasten my other arm and take my blouse off completely. He stood up, his great big erection poking me in the tummy and did as he was told. Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! david was strong also and did not let me move an inch as he did his dirty deed.

"How can you?" I asked him. "I'm being held here against my will and here you are helping her," I said.

"Somehow," he said, "I suspect that nothing that's happening here hasn't been arranged by you..."

Hmpfff! Smart boy. I smiled and winked at him, letting him know he was dead on.

"Strip her," said Violet to david, unfazed.

david got down on his knees and started unfastening my jeans. "Hey!" I said, back to playing my role, "who gave you permission to do that?" But he kept going relentlessly.

"I have to do what she says," said david, "or she'll hit me."

"Wait until I get at you!" I said.

Undeterred, he unfastened my jeans and slid them down my legs, pulling them off my ankles. Then, without even being told, he took my panties right down and off as well. I was chained and naked!


Violet touched me and I melted into her. I was so excited!

Violet ordered david to turn on the water to the correct temperature. He turned on the tap and water started coming out the spout. He put his hand in the stream until he judged it was the right temperature. Violet grabbed the shower wand and switched it on. She pointed it at david who was back to cowering in the corner and said she'd test the temperature on him. Of course, it splattered out ice cold at first which made him yelp, and then started coming out too hot which made him yelp again. david quickly adjusted the temperature to the right level for the shower wand.

Next Violet sprayed me with a beautiful, sensuous flow of warm water all over my body. I've never had a shower feeling so silky before! She lingered on my pussy, spraying it thoroughly, heating it up nicely.

She gave the shower wand to david and told him to keep it pointed at me. He did so, and also couldn't seem to keep his hands off me. I guess I was very sexy to him in this compromised position. It made me feel good being the center of my husband's attention like this. He had massive lust in his eye and a gigantic erection, all for me. Violet is exceptionally attractive herself, and dressed so provocatively, but she had engineered this part of the scene so that my david had eyes only for me! So sensitive. Thank you, Violet!

She got some liquid soap and began soaping me up all over. The soap smelled heavenly of Eucalyptus. She had a shower poof and began scrubbing me with it. She told david to clean my backside thoroughly as he would be spending some time back there later (!). david rubbed his hands all over my ass and into my asshole, his other hand either soaping my pussy or my tits. Such a naughty boy!

Violet exchanged the poof for a long-handled wooden spongy-bathbrush and she started scrubbing my back. It felt heavenly as well. She then went down to my bottom and scrubbed it. She used the soft-spongy side of it to smack me lightly all over, on my ass and up and down my legs, fronts and backs.

"Hey! You're spanking me!" I said.

"No," she said reassuringly, "this isn't spanking, this is just to get your circulation going."

Then she turned the brush around to the hard wooden part, and smacked my ass with it. "This is spanking," she said as she gave me several stinging smacks to my wet backside with her hard bathbrush.

"Go on, rinse her off," commanded Violet to david, who did as he was told (traitor!) and got all the soap off me, even off all my most intimate of places.

Violet unhooked me and let me put my head into her towel to dry my face off. Then she dried me sort of halfways, and said "now come with me, I want you a bit damp." And with that she grabbed me by my arm and took me into the living room, bare naked as a baby. She went right to the spanking chair, sat down on it, and pulled me across her lap.

"So, I need a lesson in spanking, do I?" she asked me, rhetorically, her hand on my ass. She told david to get his phone and to take a picture as a souvenir (I had asked for this in advance). Here was his first photo of me over Violet's knee. I was sooo excited!!!!! I tried to be pretty for her, arching my back nicely and sticking up my bum for her.


She ran her hand all over me. She spread my cheeks and looked at my bottom hole and my pussy. She pulled me apart. She complimented me on what a fantastic job I had done on my hair removal, saying it looked like I had just gotten back from a waxing. I blushed a bit at that but was secretly pleased with the compliment!

She then started smacking my ass. "Yes, you need to be taught your place, little one," she said gently as she smacked me. david grabbed the camera again and started taking more photos, though I didn't know this at the time, head down as I was. Afterwards I made him download all the photos off his phone to the computer and then delete them from his phone. I didn't feel like him sharing this view of me with his buddies at work! It also gave me a chance to grab the photos and prepare them for the blog.

I got a nice little spanking from Violet's hand to warm me up.



The she made me spread my legs and she made david kneel between them and hold my legs up at the knees. She spanked me a bit more while david held me in place.

Then she pulled my ass cheeks wide apart and displayed my tight little rosebud to my husband.


"Get down there and lick it!" she ordered him. david moved his head forward and started licking my bottom hole. Golly this was sooo embarrassing for me!!!!  She gave him very detailed instructions on licking up and down my hole, side to side, and around and around. She pulled my ass open strongly with her hands. Then she made him point his tongue and show her it was pointed. She then told him to stick his pointed tongue as deeply up my ass as he could. I could very much feel it. A hot, wet, anal intrusion! He got it in deep. And Violet had a birds' eye view of the WHOLE proceeding!

The she told david to go get a specific paddle off the wall and to hand it to her. He did it with glee (traitor!!!!). She rubbed the paddle all over on my ass first. david took another photo.


Then she raised the paddle and started spanking me with it.


I received a good hard paddling. More than I had bargained for! But it was nice also. And stingy. And painful. But nice! She handed the paddle back to david and resumed spanking me with her hand.


You can see in this photo that the paddle had done a number on me! Mistress Violet turned my bum to face the camera to show off my spanked backside.


And then went bright back in spanking me again!


I took every last spank like a trooper. I was getting my penance for using our scenes on my blog without her permission, and I paid the price with a very red and sore bum. It was a genuine spanking delivered by a true expert. The worst part of it was that my humiliating, totally nude, over-the-knee, leg kicking, red-bummed spanking was witnessed by my grinning husband who did nothing whatsoever to stop it! Can you believe it? Violet, for her part, is extremely skilled at spanking, and while my backside was hot, my, ahem, front side was even hotter, and much, much needier!

With the spanking over, Violet decreed that it was time to head upstairs to the bedroom. I needed to use the bathroom one more time so Violet and david went up ahead of me. When I followed a few moments later, I first heard Violet saying "is this what your wife does to you, huh? Is it? Huh?" When I got up the stairs there was david, face down on the bed, with Violet on top of him aggressively humping his ass with her pelvis! She just looked at me and sort of smirked. david again looked just... sheepish, as in, "Help! I don't know what this strange sexy lady is doing on top of me, honey bunch..."

Violet dismounted my husband and made him stand at the foot of the bed. She directed me to lie with my back down on the bed, and to slide back until my head was hanging off the back, tilted back slightly.  She made david crouch behind me and lower his balls on my face. Then Violet ordered me to suck and lick his balls!!!


My husband does have large balls, and Violet commented on it. I had to agree with her. So strange doing this under the direction of a woman. But so exciting!

Next she made him stick his big cock in my mouth and bend over me. "Is this ok?" Violet asked with a smile, checking in. "Mmph ummm" I said, my mouth filled with cock! I did my level best to please Mistress Violet, and took his cock in deep, right to the hilt, without her even telling me to.


Then she had me kneel up on the bed, and set me to sucking his cock like that as he stood. She encouraged david to fuck my mouth!


Now, as you all know, I am NOT the sort of girl who enjoys having her mouth fucked like this!!! But it was all part of Mistress Violet's punishment of me, and so who was I to complain? By the way, in case you were wondering, I know how to use my mouth to get him close to cumming and know how to back him off a bit as needed as well. Hee hee. He was NOT cumming down my throat (unless Mistress Violet would have commanded it, of course).

Next, Violet made david go and lie down on his back on the bed. She made me straddle his body and made him lick my asshole. She got out her Hitachi vibrator and pushed it up against me as she fondled me and kissed me.

I came... I admit it! So quickly. I was soooo ready! But that was not the end. She intended to play me like a fiddle and she was by no means satisfied with only one orgasm for me.

She made me bend forward over him, facing down towards his cock. She made me suck his cock. She told him to reach up and continue licking my asshole.


When we were going at it like this, Mistress Violet started putting her strap-on harness and my dildo over her fishnet tights. She came up behind me, made david stop licking my ass, moved me around a little bit to a slight angle, and then inserted my dildo right deeply into my pussy. Yes! Look at the above picture. I was like that as Mistress Violet came up behind me and fucked my needy cunt! What a view for david.

It was a bit tight going in, and david very helpfully spread my pussy wide to make it easier.

then Violet fucked me...


It was my very first time with a woman... It was FUCKING amazing!!!!! She started in slow and easy, but then started going harder and faster and deeper. Meanwhile, david had this up-close and personal view of my pussy getting fucked liked crazy, a treat he is only rarely allowed himself. My mouth was on his cock, but I wasn't concentrating anymore. I was getting a fucking!

david helpfully played with my clitty as Violet fucked me. I came again!

She pulled out and fed her cock to david, making him suck it off and asking him how he liked the taste of his wife's pussy on her cock?

Then Violet turned me around onto my back, still lying on david. She slid in between my legs and again started fucking me, this time missionary style, with me literally lying on top of my david. He again spread my lips for me to allow Violet to bury her cock deeply into me on the first go. This time she really fucked me sooo good!

david took one of his fingers and slid it into my ass. He slid it in deeper and deeper as I was being fucked. I wasn't complaining. It was sort of a DP! david finger-fucked my ass as Violet fucked my pussy with my much larger dildo.

Then Violet got the Hitachi and put it on top of my pussy as she continued with my fucking, and he with my fingering.


"Oh my!" said Violet, "we're having an actual three-way, aren't we?"

I came again... My pussy was well-used and sore. But felt so good. She again fed her cock to david and made him suck my juices off of it.

She pulled out and I got up off david. Violet and I kissed nicely. I was feeling very warm and hot and deliciously vulnerable. I had just been fucked by this girl!!! If I didn't before, I had a definite girl-crush on her now. Violet is very alluring. I think she has this effect on people...

Violet and I had agreed beforehand that david would not be fucking anybody tonight, and that we were not leaving without turning the tables on my boy one more time. I got up and put on a strap-on dildo of my own. We condomed up and each took one end. Violet started at his ass and me at his face. We then switched it around, and we finished with me fucking my subby husband up his tight little ass while Violet curled up at the head of the bed allowing david to bury his face against her tight little (clothed) bottom as he took it in his rear end from me.

And that was it! Our adventure with Violet!!!! And no, he didn't get to cum. Ha ha!

After we left, she tweeted,


It sure was!
I sent her a photo to tweet out also...


In honour of our session, and with my deepest apologies for posting our previous sessions without her permission, I am adding a permalink dedicated to Mistress Violet Mays at the top of my sidebar. If you want a real Strict Julie Experience, I highly recommend you contacting her when in Toronto and arranging a session!

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Mistress Violet Mays

Are there any words in the English language that can get a spankos heart racing more than the phrase "A Bare Naked Over-the-Knee Public Spanking?"


But that is exactly what I received during my last adventure, Punished by Mistress Violet. If you have not read it yet, you simply must.

There was a lot of playfulness, a lot of sexiness, a lot of role-playing, a lot of communications, and a lot of mutual consent. But bubbling underneath the surface, powering all of that, was a legitimate punishment spanking.

I never really fully understood this dynamic before. Oh, I could have explained it to you before, and used it effectively, but I didn't really understand it before. Now I think I do more so.

In my blog, I have written about many people over the years, dozens in fact, with my husband and my sister included among that number, who are unaware that I am doing so. I do feel guilt over this. Practically speaking, I cannot retain my anonymity and have that many people running around with my secret, and I would mostly never have gotten permission had I asked, so it's not that I won't keep doing it, or would do anything different, but I still feel guilty.

Why guilt? Well, it is a from of lying by omission. More than that, I am putting these others at risk of discovery. If I am ever identified to somebody who knows me, then the identities of all these others are automatically unmasked as well, a risk they are blithely unaware of and did not sign up for. And finally, it is a form of plagiarism. These others contribute to the scene in wonderful ways, and I am taking all of their energy and throwing it into my blog without any permission or acknowledgement.

So, I was called on this the other day by Mistress Violet. To quote her, "I find myself surprised, delighted, irritated, amused, taken aback - a mix of emotions that will work themselves out over time into something more clear. In order to sort through some of my feelings about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition, I am requesting another meeting. I have an idea of what I would like to do - this time to "Julie" as well as david..."

I think Violet was writing those words very honestly, not playing a game (ok, she was also playing a game, clearly, but still meant what she wrote). Yes, she was "delighted and amused", and those were true emotions; but she was also "surprised, irritated, taken aback [...] about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition". This is a woman who makes her living doing these sorts of things. She is a professional who takes it seriously. If she's going to have herself put out there, there should be some return, even if only promotional (something I have since addressed).

So on the one hand we have Violet, an "irritated" woman experienced in punishing, and on the other we have me, a "guilty" woman who feels she deserves to be punished.

Now we just don't go out and do that only. There are the other emotions as well, fun and kinky ones, and so we jointly engineered a scene that kept it professional for Violet, and made it sexy and fun for all three of us, and that (I hope) enhanced Violet's professional appeal to potential clients, and corrected the lack of recognition and promotional aspects (that latter was by my insistence, by the way).

But at the core of this entire scene, providing it energy like a hot iron fist inside a velvet glove, lay a fully justified irritated woman and a guilty penitent woman. No amount of "sexy" on top of that changes this core energy.

When we discussed the scene beforehand, we did not discuss any details of my spanking. Violet confirmed with me that it was part of the scene, but that was really it as to details. We spent much more time discussing how david was to be involved, the sequencing of events, and my comfort level with the more sexual aspects of the scene.

If you'll recall, after the spanking competition there was the shower scene. In the shower scene I was shackled to the ceiling and deliciously soaped up and washed all over by Violet and david. That was a sensuous delight, but did also serve to get me out of a dommy mode and into a submissive one. After the cleaning I was mostly dried by Violet, and then, very suddenly, she grabbed my lower arm in her hand and dragged me out of the bathroom, saying "Come with me, I want you a bit damp..."

So that was a surprise. It was all of a sudden, "oh, I guess I'm getting spanked now". I knew it was coming and when it was coming, but I was basking in sensual delights and then all of a sudden, it got real.

As she pulled me I sort of stumbled behind her. She was focused and determined and strong. Plus, it's one thing being naked and damp inside a bathroom, it's another to be dragged out of the bathroom into the living room, bare naked, pulled effortlessly by a fully clothed person.

I wonder how many boys and girls of lore have experienced something like this from an angry parent? The misbehaving child pulled buck naked from the bathroom by a justifiably irritated parent, brought to the living room to be tossed across the knee and spanked while the onlookers "tsk tsk" at the child's misbehaviour and what it has earned them? Can you imagine the embarrassment of the young adolescent at such treatment? A boy's bare backside, flopping penis and lightly haired pubis all on display. Or a young lady's newly curvaceous bare bottom, developing bare breasts, and downy private parts all on show? Siblings, aunts and uncles looking on. Perhaps the local fire chief or policeman as well. I can imagine it. I was feeling it!

I know it's silly. We were only the three of us in a very private setting. david was naked. I was already naked from the showering. We were there for a sexy time. Why should I feel at all embarrassed by my nudity in this situation? But I was embarrassed.

I was embarrassed to be wet and naked and pulled abruptly out of the bathroom towards the living room. I was embarrassed that I was being so completely controlled seemingly without a will of my own. I was embarrassed that Violet felt so much stronger than I, and that I felt I could not physically resist even had I wanted to. I was embarrassed to be pulled towards the spanking chair like a naughty child. I was embarrassed that I was about to be spanked however Violet pleased and that the time for discussion and negotiation was long past.

Yes, I had a safeword. We had discussed it. But I could not use my safeword, it was not an option. If I felt I was in danger of injury I would have, but I wasn't in any such danger at all. I was in danger of a very soundly spanked backside! I knew I had earned whatever punishment Violet chose to dole out. I knew I deserved it. There would be no safewording for me.

In the scene, david was to believe that I was being spanked for dissing Mistress Violet during the spanking competition. He didn't believe that at all, of course, but went along with the role play. He thought I was just out for "an experience" such as I had had with Tracy. With Tracy there was much less the element of me "deserving" a spanking, and she was so much more tentative than Violet. So it was more just the physical experience of me absorbing a hard spanking.

Little did he know there was an undertone this time of real discipline. I know I felt it myself. I can't speak for Violet, but at times I sensed it strongly from her as well, or maybe that was me projecting? If so, her actions were certainly completely indistinguishable from "the real thing".

I remember thinking, as I was being dragged towards the chair, "this is ridiculous, I'm a grown woman and I'm about to get a spanking!"

There's this awkwardness as she sits and I am pulled across her knee. Not from her! From me. I resisted her pull a bit worried that I might fall down, or crush her as I land on her lap, or not fit on her lap. That was all me. She just sat gracefully and pulled me relentlessly over her knee with her strong arm despite any resistance. I did not fall off, crush her, or not fit over her lap. I fit and dangled there as would a child across her mother's lap! Violet steadied me with her hand on my ass. I got my toes and hands planted down on the carpet. I was conscious of not wanting to look like a dork. I wanted to appear sexy to Violet even as this was going on. So I got on my tiptoes, arched my back, and stuck out my bottom, like a good little submissive should (why????? that's not me!)


Violet told david to get his phone and take pictures. That is why this scene is captured above. A blog commenter, my very loyal fan mike, suggested photos and that I be "made to" post them. I responded with a teasing note that did not object to it, even encouraged it, and then Violet responded with "I'm taking notes :)"

Violet had indeed "taken notes", and david was told to take pictures. So I knew at that point that not only would david witness my spanking, but that all my blog readers would be witnessing it as well. I am happy that you guys get to see it, but embarrassed by it as well, if that makes any sense at all? I'm especially embarrassed that mike gets to see it, given that it was his suggestion! :-)

So that's the sense that it was "public". My husband saw me being spanked, so that was public to a degree. But I was also acutely aware of the photo taking and how I would need to post them up here afterwards for you all to see. So that is the other sense it was "public". I look now at the photo above. At my tightly clenched legs and my bare bottom uppermost. Draped across Violet's knees. Her hand getting ready to spank me. You all seeing that! OMG! BLUSH!!! A naughty misbehaving completely naked little girl about to receive her spanking. BLUSH!


Violet started with some stingy hand spanks. Nothing too bad. She alternated that with some kneading, stroking, and groping. She quickly had my cheeks and my pussy spread open and was inspecting both closely as my husband looked on (with no doubt a silly grin on his face!). Thank GAWD he didn't take pictures of that or I would have had to post them!!!! Maybe because she had noticed my husband's unshaven bumhole she was looking for the same on my pussy? Or maybe she expects all her female submissives to present themselves across her knee thoroughly waxed, as if I was one of them??? As it was, my bottom hole and every last fold of my pussy passed her close inspection, even eliciting an embarrassing comment out of her regarding how well I had done, as if she was praising a child for wiping herself properly!

She then made david get between my knees and hold my legs up. She again spread my asshole, but this time so widely that it hurt. She told david to get in there and start licking it. I remember jumping as his cold wet tongue first came into contact with my widely spread bumhole. She made him be extremely thorough, and had an absolute close up view of every last lick and tongue fuck!!! She held my asshole spread painfully wide apart the whole time. She even dug her fingers into the skin right around my anus to pull the hole wide open for him to better penetrate it. This was pretty humiliating for me. It's kind of a private bedroom thing, and for it to be so open and out there like that? Crazy. It is not something I would want friends and colleagues in real life to know about me. Imagine the guys at work sniggering at me if they knew I make my husband rim me with regularity???

Ok, so that was all pretty embarrassing "fun and games", but then the paddle came out.


This is where my spanking, all of a sudden, "got real".

Violet is super nice, playful, sensuous, sensitive, and all that. So you don't expect it when it happens. But when she spanks, she spanks!

It was at this point where I sensed that she let herself go a little. Perhaps channeling some of that emotion around the blog? Certainly not giving in to it. She was exquisitely controlled at all times. But perhaps "channeling" is a fair word. I grudgingly admire how unrelenting she was. She knew what she wanted to dish out, and knew what I would be taking, and delivered it. It was not a short token paddling. It was a punishment paddling delivered by a strong, confident woman. She knew exactly how to build it up. It was never more than I could take, but by the same token it built up and felt like a real punishment paddling. It had me squirming on her lap and kicking my feet and crying out for sure.

Beyond the fact of "a spanking", we had not discussed any of this at all. Not the position, not the implement, not the number of strokes, not the intensity, not how long I would be across her lap, and not how rosy red she would be making my bottom.


Her she is showing off my bottom to the camera immediately after my paddling. She seems proud of the degree of redness she inflicted on me! Notice also how she gets to remain modestly clothed, while I am naked as a jaybird? Her breasts are allowed to stay covered, mine are dangling for everybody to see! Do you see also the strength in her arms and hands? I felt it in spades! Even at this point she was not done spanking me yet. I thought it was over. She did not. She started back in with very hard slaps from her hand on my already tenderized butt.


And here is where I ponder, what's the difference between what I got, and a "real punishment spanking"?

Most a those old-fashioned apocryphal 1950's naughty teenage girls who are spanked by their Mommas or Daddies probably got less than what I got. Unlike them, they were probably not spanked fully nude in the living room in public! Pussy and breasts on display while her bottom was thoroughly warmed. Kicking, crying, and apologizing as I was doing. And having to post photos on the internet afterwards of her embarrassing spanking! And then to be taunted and teased about "what a good little girl" I was, and how I "took my spanking so well". Plus comments about my "hard nipples" (hey, I was still a bit damp and that part of me was cold!)

So I think we can all agree that I got more of a spanking than a typical 1950's spanked teenage girl would have received for most offenses. So in what way is my spanking different than hers? None!

I was guilty and I new I deserved every lick. I knew Violet was justified in dishing it out. I fully accepted her authority over me as a 1950's teenage girl would her parents'. And I got just as bad a licking as she would, plus more, plus more embarrassment (embarrassment was no doubt a part of her experience as well).

But here's my point. Spanking is fun and games and sexy and all that. But what makes it tummy-churning is the underlying energy of a real, well-deserved punishment. Role play tries to emulate that, but being spanked for real regretted misdeeds takes it a step further.

I have communicated with several bloggers, such as mr. lion from Male Chastity Journal, who are most interested in the activity if the spanking is delivered as punishment for real misdeeds. I get it now more than I did. There is such a heady mixture of real shame and repentance mixed in, that it makes role play paler by comparison.

I am going to be looking for more opportunities to punish my husband for real misdeeds. Maybe set out a few more rules for him to follow, with consequences if he does not. And then make the punishments more realistic, more maternal in nature, without any sexy play afterwards. I want to see how that goes.

After the spanking came sex. During the sex, I was not in charge. Not at all. I needed to lick and suck on what I was told to, I needed to give head like I was told to, I needed to orgasm as I was told to, I needed to present my pussy, both doggy style and missionary style, for a really long hard intense rogering by Mistress that left my pussy sore and feeling very well used afterwards. I think there was a point there as well that she made. "I am the Pro here, we can co-top your david, but if there's any question about who's top girl, the question is now answered." yup.

I get a lot of email from my blog readers. Mostly older men (my readership is almost 90% men, and 65% of the men are over 45 years old). I love these emails. I've received thousands since I've started my blog. I try to answer each one. Sometimes they get a bit lost in the inbox, and if so I apologize and please remind me!

Many times my boys like to share with me their hopes and their experiences. There's not a lot of people they can talk to about these sorts of things, and submissive men I think feel much more comfortable sharing these things with a sympathetic non-judgmental and accepting top woman. I suspect they also get a little thrill from it that helps as well.

And I am not at all bothered by it being older men. The older the better! I have some 18-24 youngins mailing me, and they are always so confused, and I prefer not playing with them for fear that they have not fully developed yet. Older kinky men, though, are almost uniformly super intelligent and evolved, and typically have a load of wisdom which I love tying into. They also know how to play with me without getting all lovey-dovey. Some of them also have their demons, but they've been wrestling with them for so long that they are comfortable with them, and then I can play a bit of a public service by discussing these things.

Truth be told, I also have my own personal "Daddy" kink, where it turns me on to imagine me dominating an imaginary Dad (and/or getting myself spanked and fucked by one! I know - so rude!). So the older guys are also more of a turn-on for me personally, whichever way they lean. I'm also very good at teasing my older boys on email, which is why I get and keep so many of them.

So if you have not emailed me yet, please do so! I will listen to you seriously, non judgmentally, and will play with you also, likely taking the form of a merciless verbal teasing and telling you what I would do with you if you were mine!

A subset these emails purport to recount "true to life" experiences. Some of these are almost certainly fantasies made to sound real, presented as if they are real. I try not to be judgy about it. I cannot be sure. And I enjoy the fantasies anyways. I am well aware that a lot of the things I write about in my blog sound like made-up fantasies as well, so who am I to judge? So I take all experiences sent to me and respond as if they were real.

But having read so many accounts, I think I by now have a nose for the made up ones. Usually if a boy is describing a pro domme experience, and it sounds true, I'm convinced it is. Others describe their play sessions with partners over the years, and those strike me as quite honest as well. Others describe a private domestic experience with their wives, including the ups and downs, and I have no reason to doubt those. The ones that have a higher chance of leaving me in a little bit of doubt are those that are represented as "real discipline", typically in a family setting (where most "real discipline" happens, I guess). But again, I treat all of these as if they represent true events, and respond accordingly, because I can't really know.

However, some of these I am convinced are accurate. Usually based on a history of exchanging emails with the boy, and how the story goes down. In this blog I'll pick out a few amongst the ones I received that I believe are accurate and share these stories with you.

Naked ted's Story

One gentleman I was corresponding with lived a lifestyle somewhat similar to kdpierre's fascinating life (as described in his blog Collected Submissions he lives with a dominant wife Rosa and her grown kids who, especially his daughter-in-law Ana, are "in the know" - I am convinced of the accuracy of kdpierre's stuff!)

This other man, let's call him ted here, started corresponding with me casually, commenting on my blog articles and saying how much he liked them. I started pressing him on his experiences, and he reluctantly let them out a bit at a time, afraid I might get offended. Eventually he spilled the whole beans for me and then I was on the inside. I even received photos of his that corroborated his story.

ted was always submissive with his wife, since he started dating her. They met in the old fashioned kink scene in fact, back in the days when Dinosaurs roamed the land and there was no Internet. They kept it on the DL, though. They had kids and raised them, and during that time their kinky life suffered. Eventually their kids moved out, and then ted retired, and then they were really able to up their game.

Physically, ted is average sized and his wife Emma is a plus sized woman. ted was only really happy when he was submitting to his wife, and Emma enjoyed that dynamic as well. So gradually they just migrated to keeping ted in the nude 24x7 while in the home. Every now and then Emma would just take ted over her knee and spank him for whatever reason. ted also gravitated to doing most of the housework as well. It was not "real discipline" per se, but they were living the real consensual D/s lifestyle that they both wanted.


Unfortunately, their 30-year-old daughter Lisa needed to move back in with them after a break-up. At first ted and Emma went back to being more vanilla in the home with Lisa there. But it made them unhappy, especially ted who was getting a bit depressed about it. On the other hand, it was only going to be for a short time until Lisa could get a job. But then Lisa decided to go to nursing school, and it only made sense for her to continue staying for several more years.

So ted and Emma talked, and they jointly decided that they would have a talk with their daughter and let her in on the situation. They intended to go back to living the lifestyle they wanted, and that ted needed for his emotional well-being. If Lisa was not ok with it, they would help her to the extent they could to move out and maintain a place of her own (though it would mean sacrifices all around).

So one evening they sat down and explained their chosen lifestyle to their grown daughter. They explained that they were in a D/s relationship, and that Emma kept Lisa's father in the nude around the house, doing the housework, and would spank him on occasion. They would also from time to time do some noisy things in their bedroom.

A bit to their surprise, Lisa was very accepting of the idea. So on the spot Emma told ted to take his clothes off and to stand in front of them.  A kind of a test for them both, if you will. "Oh, Daddy," ted reported his daughter as saying, as he was standing their in the nude, hands at his sides at Emma's command, flaccid penis dangling, "you're very silly but I love you anyways." ted also received his first spanking across Emma's broad knee in front of his daughter that same evening. More a demonstration of what Lisa might see to ensure she would be comfortable with it. They told her they would keep the more sexual things to the bedroom.

Lisa never asked for nor was granted spanking authority over her father (I would have!!!). However she did tease him about his spankings, and always made it a point to show up and watch any spankings not behind closed doors. After his spankings she would sometimes touch his butt to "feel the heat", and give ted a daughterly little pat to his bare backside. Occasionally Lisa would call for a spanking: "Mom! Daddy didn't do the laundry today again. Bring your paddle and don't spare the whacks 'cause I am so out of clean underwear!""Poor" ted, living life naked with two strict females in the house! Ha ha!

Is it just me, with my Daughter/Daddy domination fantasies, or is that not sexy as hell? They're all adults, it's all consensual. Yes Daughter is "subjected" to this, but she's getting free room and board and help with college tuition. She can make the choice to move out and still be supported to the extent possible. And she assured them she was ok with it. Cool! Would love to be that daughter!

One of the most interesting parts for all you shame sluts out there, though, is when Lisa asked permission to let her best friend at nursing school, Debbie, in on the arrangement and bring her around so they could do schoolwork together in the evenings. After discussing it with Lisa, and ascertaining that the friend could be discrete, they agreed to it.

So one day after school Lisa comes home with her best friend Debbie. Debbie was younger than Lisa, having entered nursing school after high school and doing a few years at a job. So I imagine she was in her early twenties. She was apparently quite cute to boot.

Before Debbie was introduced to ted, Emma sat her and Lisa down in the living room, and warned Debbie again what she was about to see, told her about their lifestyle, and confirmed that she would both be ok with it and be discrete. Debbie was also fascinated. So ted was called into the living room to be introduced to Debbie.

He walked in nude and looking a little sheepish. Debbie gave ted the once over with her eyes. To ted's infinite mortification, he developed a twitchy erection being displayed like that in front of her, something that did not happen at home at all, and not ever in front of his daughter either.

"Daddy, look at you, that's disgusting!" teased Lisa.

"Go get your paddle!" said Emma to ted.

ted had to go and fetch the small hardwood spanking paddle his wife favours and bring it back to her in front of the girls. He went across Emma's knee where he was scolded for his erection and given a good spanking, right in front of Debbie! He was stood back up, and the erection had not fully subsided, but was more at "half mast", and so he was back across Emma's knee and spanked again, and harder this time. When he was stood up after that, his erection was gone and he was told to go stand in the corner and hide his face (and penis) in shame for the duration of Debbie's stay, which was several long hours for poor old ted!

Can you imagine how absolutely mortifying that must have been for ted? Punished by his wife for his obvious sexual arousal in front of his giggling daughter and her twenty-something best friend, the object of this embarrassing arousal. Punished until all signs of that arousal were visibly erased to the satisfaction of all three ladies. And then sentenced to the corner, glowing red blistered bare bottom on display, for the duration of the young lady's visit lest his arousal re-ignite in her presence.

So there it is. There were other incidents as well, but none as good as that one in my books. ted even sent me photos of him next to his wife, full on frontal, face and everything. ted nude, his wife dressed. The person taking the photo was their daughter, I was told.

You can see why I am skeptical about stories such as this, but this one felt like it was real, based on the long interaction with ted and the photos. As well, I know only too well that crazy stuff happens in this wild world of ours!

brett's Spankings

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Is this the view Grams got as jj squirmed across her knee?

Conclusion

Following up on my last blog, Readers' Email, I got a number of very interesting emails from men I had not exchanged with before, and some old acquaintances renewed. In this blog, I will cover a number of distinct topics, and end with a little piece of fiction I wrote as a reward for a fan.

I was quite responsive as I was on vacation at the family cottage for a week, and had lots of time to be on my iPad. My sister and her husband were there with two of their three sons, along with my Dad and Mom and David of course. This is my younger sister, not Sue. This one's a bit fat and a bit of a prude. My nephews who were there, one who is 14 and another 16, LOVE their Aunt Julie. I think they especially love their Aunt Julie's spectacular cheek-baring bikini. I'm sure their Dad is fine with it as well. He only wishes my fat little sister had as tight a butt.

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Not me. I wish!

David was out on the deck drinking a beer with his brother-in-law, and I was there sunning myself on my tummy on a lounge chair. David comes up to me and whispers in my ear: "Hey, I think you better cover up. Your sixteen year-old nephew's eyes are about ready to pop out of his head, and your sister is giving you dirty looks."

My first reaction was annoyance and anger. What right has he? I can do what I want! I also felt embarrassed that I needed to be talked to like this. I didn't let any of those emotions show. Instead I made a joke to cover my embarrassment. I whispered back at him: "What? you don't like this suit? I thought you liked my ass in it?"

I was just playing, of course. But then I felt David's hand gently patting my bottom, right in front of everybody (!), and he whispered back, very quietly, right in my ear, "I do, but if you don't mind me, I'll take you back to our room, put you across my knee, and then happily send you back out here in your little swimsuit."

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Artist's interpretation of the possible "after"!

Ack! Threatened with a public spanking at my very own family cottage! And those cottage walls are thin! I must admit, this turned me on. I felt that tingly feeling in my pussy. I sat up, we locked eyes, I looked at him defiantly, and then I put a towel around my body and went to our bedroom to change, my cheeks burning from the humiliation of obeying my husband so publicly. But better those cheeks be red in public than the ones below!


I saw my brother-in-law grinning at me broadly, no "smirking" is the better word, smirking at me broadly, beer in hand over his fat beer belly, as I walked off the deck into the cottage, my towel wrapped tightly around me.

You may be surprised at this interaction. That David can be Dommy with me. In fact, as I've said many times on this blog, I Domme him during playtime only. The rest of the time we are a very normal couple. And David is a big Alpha Male at work, where he has a lot of responsibility and manages many people. So being Dommy comes natural to him. And ever since my experiences with Tracy and especially John, and more recently with Violet, I have been letting my subby side out to play more often, and have allowed and enjoyed the occasional time David Doms me during playtime. So this was a bit of an extension of that. An "impromptu" scene in public, as I have done to him many, many times. Very hot!

Other kinks on vacay? I suppose having sex with David in our cottage bedroom with its very thin walls! I even fucked his face and ass once. I pretended it was me getting fucked, moaning as if I was on the bottom as the cock went in and out! david was very quiet during it! Ha Ha!

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Shhhhh!

As I mentioned above, my kinky imagination was kept very well occupied with my readers' emails. Nobody knew what I was doing on my iPad. It was kinky to be doing that right in the same room as all my relatives and david. I hope nobody noticed my hard nipples or me rubbing my thighs together from time to time!


I had some very titillating interactions with a Frenchman. He wrote in dirty French and I tried responding in kind. I speak French fairly well, though writing is more a challenge. I did not know many of the dirty words he used, and had to look them up, and then I tried to use them in a sentence myself.

For example, after relaying some of my story above regarding my bikini, he responded with,

:) quel salope tu fais ! Pauvre neveu. Il a quand même le droit de mater ton petit cul de traînée. Moi je ferai pareil. J'espère que ce soir il va se branler bien fort dans son lit en pensant à toi. Je suis sûr que cette idée te fait mouiller comme une folle.

Here is my homework translation,

:-) But what a little slut you are! Poor nephew. He certainly has the right to ogle your little lower ass cheeks. I would do the same. I hope that tonight he jerks himself off hard in his bed thinking of you. I'm sure that this idea makes you soaking wet like crazy.

Hmph! Maybe a little... The boy should have something to aspire to ;-)

One new pen pal introduced himself. He asked that I not use his real name, or even the moniker he goes by when he comments. He has had some very interesting experiences! He's currently living with his wife who keeps him naked and serving her, so he relates to ted from my last blog. He had some interesting backstory, though, that started when he began by visiting a Pro Domme named Mistress Karin von Kroft.


You can find her at at http://www.domkarin.com, she has an amazing looking pay site where you can see videos of her Domming men and women in very sexual and pornographic ways!

At a certain point, she asked him if he wanted to participate in some of her videos. He bravely agreed to do so. He says he was never briefed on how the scene would unfold in advance, which he was perfectly fine with, and even enjoyed. He just did as he was told.

He says,

"My first videos with her we're mostly corporal punishment - she really could blister my ass, using crops, paddles and many assorted canes. She also used them a lot and a bullwhip also on the old cockaroo. I really felt some zingers while in her cock pillory. It was all good times! Guess I'm a pain slut, Ms. Julie. Later videos were more tease and denial and me licking and otherwise servicing the assorted orifices of her and her girls. (Tough job!) Also, I got the butt plug treatment occasionally but never pegged. It would have been more than OK with me but I always just did what she said to do."

When I went to the site, I noticed that Mistress Karin teased him with her pussy! I commented on this, and he replied,

"Yes, I was so very lucky to have my cock in Mistress Karin's pussy on a number of occasions. The first time was in a teasing video where I was kneeling before her with my hands behind my back as she was sitting back on a couch with legs spread. She was holding my cock, rubbing it on her pussy. She then pulled the tip into her, then reached her foot behind me and, pressing on my ass, moved me all the way inside. I must say, Ms. Julie, I never felt anything so wonderful! And I wasn't expecting that to happen! She is always so hot. I don't mean just looks (though she is) but HOT inside her pussy. It's always beyond just warm and so intense! Yes, I was a lucky subby indeed. And I did enjoy, though always delivered with enthusiasm, her whip and even the canes as well."

Having sought out Mistress Karin's permission and received it, here are some of these types of photos.


How hot is that???? Such a LUCKY SUBBIE! Please go and visit Mistress Karin's site and sign-up to see these videos! http://www.domkarin.com

But I was inspired by this, and so I decided that david needed to be teased by my pussy, like, right away! So, at the cottage, thin walls and everything, I lay on the edge of our bed (it's pretty high), and started teasing my husband with my mouth, my hand, and then my vagina. I pulled him towards me and rubbed his tip all around my pussy lips. Then I let the tip go in just a bit. He was not allowed to thrust. Only the tip in, and I moved around it. Then I slowly slowly drew him into me until he was balls deep. No thrusting! Then I used my Kegel's to squeeze and release his cock with my cunt. This made him moan, quite against his will. Moan like a girl! With those thin cottage walls. I took him out of me, and then I repeated the process.

After doing that three times, I reached for him to bring him into me a fourth time, and it was like a gun went off in my hand!!!! He splattered his shooting cum all over my abdomen, low tummy, and even up to my tits! As he did this, he let out a loud guttural groan. Hello???!!!! Thin walls!!!!!

"david!" I yelled at him in a whisper. "The walls!"

And then, continuing with my harsh whisper, "you are in such trouble, mister! Lick it up, now! Swallow it as you go." As he was licking I said, "as soon as I get you home, you are getting such a licking that you won't be sitting for a week! The strap and the cane!" As I said that he whimpered in fear a little. I directed his tongue towards my pussy and had him stay there, and had such a nice orgasm. Though I think I was not that quiet!

Good times!

Now, on to the story. So this same pen pal, Mistress Karin's subbie, when I asked him about his fantasies, offered up the following.

"As for my fantasies, the pain has always been a part though it could be in a dungeon or domestic setting, either one. There's always some degree of exposure/humiliation involved also and sexual connection. A most cherished fantasy would be outdoors, exposed and beaten/whipped by a woman before a group of at least several more women. When the beating ends I am laid on a table or slab then each woman, one at a time, uses me sexually in whatever manner they prefer."

Well that's a good kink! Immediately I read this I started coming up with story ideas that fit his kink. I thought he should have a reward for telling me his story with regards to Mistress Karin and allowing me to share it with you. So here it is!

But trigger warning! There's some brutal stuff below. Beware! Some dark sh*t in this nasty mind of mine...


This is for you, Mistress Karin's lucky subbie who shall go nameless here.

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You are a guy down on his luck, looking for a job, any job. I am a ranch owner of a large spread, 100 miles away from the nearest town, with almost 20 ranch hands all told.

david and I were out at a restaurant. A moderately upscale trendy sort of place.


Our waitress was a very cute black girl. She seemed like fun, so I thought we should play.


And guess what? Do you like apples? Yeah, of course you like apples.


It started with our drink order. I chose a cocktail and ordered two of them. "Yes, I'll have the Mandarin Cocktail, and so will my husband."

After she left the table david said, with a smile, "oh, it's going to be like that, is it?" Yes it would.

Somebody else brought our cocktails, and a little while later the waitress showed up again to take our dinner order. I ordered first, and then I let david order. As usual, he ordered some horribly calorific and bad for him foods.

"No, david," I said, "do I need to have another talk with you about this?"

"No ma'am," he said meekly.

Our waitress looked just a tad confused!

I went on, "he'll have the green salad, dressing on the side, for his appetizer, and the poached trout for his main, easy on the sauce."

She got a grin on her face, scratched out his old order, and wrote down my new one for him.

Poor david did not get the greasy meat feast he was craving. Good! We nonetheless had a lovely dinner and vanilla conversation. The food was very good. Even david's fish (my steak was great!).

Our waitress came back after the plates were cleaned, and asked us if we would care for any dessert. I perused the dessert menu and chose the sorbet. david said he'd have the same.

"No," I said. "No desert for you. I'll spoon feed you a little of mine."

"Awwww! Honey!" he complained.

"Shush!" I said, "No backtalk or I'll take you across my knee when we get home."

"Honey! Please!" he said, looking and sounding quite distressed at the casual implication of a spanking in front of our pretty young waitress.

"Oh my, you sure do keep him in line!" she said with a smile.

david an I have done this before, and usually we don't get any kind of comment from our server. Usually it's just an embarrassed smile. I took this as encouragement.

"I do," I answered as she was not rushing away, and continued, "a little discipline is just what a husband needs."

"I totally agree!" she said and we both laughed.

"Do you discipline your man?" I asked her.

"No. Nobody regular now. But sometimes I wish I could have with some of my exes." she said, conspiratorially.

This conversation was absolutely amazing. It was blowing my mind. I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound,

"Well, if you want to come over sometime and help me discipline mine, leave me your number on the check."

She tilted her head and looked at me, and said, "I'll think about that..."

My heart was beating hard. Takes such nerve to do this! As it was I left it up to her. I figured I wouldn't get her number, but you guys know better!

When she dropped off the check she smiled at me, I said, "thank you for being such a good sport." And then she thanked us for being such "interesting" patrons, "you made my night," she said.


I was nervous as I opened the leather portfolio with the check. There was a card from the restaurant in there, and handwritten on it was her name, her number, and a little smiley face. I slipped the card discreetly into my purse, but waved it a bit at david and mouthed "I got her number!!!"

I took my credit card out and stuck it in there. She spotted it and came back with a card machine. She must have noticed her little card missing as she looked at the bill and punched in the amount. I gave her a generous tip, and said "Thank you so much!" She said "Thank you!" back and then we left.

Wow!!!!

I sent her a text message late that same night at around the time I knew they would be closing down.

Me: Hi! Julie here. We were those customers!
Her: Hi 😀

Oooh! A grinning face. That's encouraging.

Me: Really interested in helping?
Her: Yes!!!!
Me: He'll be butt naked...
Her: I hope so. I stay dressed?
Me: You stay dressed. 
Her: Do I get to spank him?
Me: Of course!
Her: How about one for me?
Me:  It can be arranged. 🌝 Me or him?
Her: You!!!!
Me: But then the clothes have to come off. He'll be watching, but not touching
Her: yes ok
Me: What evenings are best 4 u?
Her: I'm off M/T
Me: Monday then. I'll txt you address and we'll make him pay for your cab. 8pm?
Her: 8pm! Amazing!
Me: Will be fun.
Her: 😈😈😈 

Oh... my... gosh...! What a forward little hussy!!! I love the attitude of young women nowadays. Up for an experience always, seemingly! I am looking forward ridiculously. Love Domming david in front of a new girl!

So it happened! As I recounted in Still Got It!, I mildly dommed david in a restaurant in front of a cute young black waitress the other night, and she seemed amused, so we got to chatting, and she expressed an interest in witnessing more. I got her number, we txtd, and we set something up. It happened yesterday evening, it was great, and I'll tell you all about it now.

Before I start in though, a comment about these sorts of things. It used to be we just did stuff, and then I blogged about it afterwards. Nowadays, when I need some good material for the blog, it creates an urgency in me to set something up. And then when we are in the midst of the scene, I find myself trying very hard to remember every little detail so I can blog about it afterwards, and even to steer the scene towards things I believe my readers would find of interest. Fortunately, your pervy interests nicely align with both mine and those of my husband, but you do push me to new heights, so thank you, readers!

For this scene I wanted to start straight up super-domestic as we all enjoy playing with that "real life" FLR vibe. I wanted to leave our waitress, Samantha we shall call her, wondering if we do this just for fun, or if we live this way for real. So I went with a retro 1950's housewife look with a dark blue, high waisted, below the knee pencil skirt; a long-sleeved, white blouse, buttoned to the neck; a soft yellow cardigan sweater; and high but practical heels.

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You like?

Samantha was due to arrive at 8pm. I was quite sure she would show as we txt'd back and forth on address and timing. Well before she arrived, we had a light dinner and then I sent david up to shower and advised him to "clean himself out thoroughly" back there in case there was going to be any backdoor action for him. I wanted him to be prepared as I was intending to ask Samantha if she would be comfortable with watching and even participating in some of that, and hopefully she would agree.

About ten minutes before Samantha's arrival time I conducted david to the wall and made him hold a little piece of paper against it with his nose. I also made him put his hands on top of his head. That was all I was going to do, as an intro for Samantha, but it just did not look right. So I unfastened his pants and let them drop and pool at his ankles. He was wearing a T-shirt after his shower that rode up above his waistline when he raised his arms to above his head. Perfect! His grey underwear were all on show.

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Exactly this brand and colour

I figured that would not shock or offend Samantha when she came in to see that, but still put david firmly in his place: a little boy made to stand in the living room in timeout in his undies about to be punished by "Mommy". Do you see now how I think of you guys when I set these scenes up? How many of you men would identify with being put in that position, that way, waiting for a young female visitor to watch you get spanked? Can you even imagine the blushes on your faces? Ha ha!

I told him that tonight I wanted to really beat his ass and needed a good domestic-themed excuse. As I said this, I stuck my hand down the back of his undies and fondled his bottom. I also reached around and fondled his cock, which hardened noticeably. We discussed, and agreed that failing to do his chores properly, and then back-talking me rudely "under his breath" where he thought I could not hear, would be good. We agreed on the phrase as well. Disrespectful, but not too disrespectful, as that would not be believable either.

"Yes Ma'am," he said, into the wall.

I left him, now hard, thinking on what was coming while he stood with his nose against the wall and could contemplate his upcoming humiliation by his wife in front of this young lady.

---

The doorbell rang just after 8pm as expected and I went to let Samantha in. She was looking very nice. Well-dressed in an above-the knee black skirt, a puffy pale yellow blouse, and heels. Her body type was a bit like the following picture, but with a younger sweeter face. Slim waist with a large bust and hips. She's just barely into her twenties, and david and I are both pushing 40, so she was young enough to be our daughter (!)


I gave her a hug and she hugged me back as we greeted one another. She commented on my outfit, and I on hers. Our first stop was not the living room. We detoured into the dining room first just so she and I could spend a little time getting to know one another, which we did. No kinky discussion yet, so I'll leave that out. Just getting comfortable in a social sense. I knew david would be waiting for us. After fifteen minutes or so, when she seemed pretty relaxed with me, I told her I had a husband with his nose against the wall waiting for a spanking, and would she care to join? She readily agreed, and seemed enthusiastic to start.

"So here's the naughty boy," I said, leading her into the living room, but without any laugh or tease in my voice.

"Oh wow!" she said as she saw him standing against the wall like that with his underpants showing.

"Don't turn around," I told him with my mean and steely voice, "but greet Samantha."

"Hello Samantha," he said.

"What's his name?" asked Sam of me. Ha ha! I had forgotten to tell her.

"David is his name," I said

"Hi  David, have you really been a bad boy?" she asked.

"Yes Miss," he said, choosing to refer to her that way himself.

"He certainly has," I emphasized. "You know all about his poor food choices from the restuarant, but that's not what tonight is going to be about. He hasn't been doing his housework properly, and when I spoke to him about it all I got was backtalk and disrespect! Isn't that so, david?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry Ma'am," he said.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," I said, using that time-honoured chestnut. And then to Sam, "I'm sorry, I intended that this would be a bit more of a fun sort of spanking for him, but now this: when I told him what a shitty job he did scrubbing the bathrooms, I heard him say 'fucking perfectionist' under his breath. ISN'T THAT SO, David???"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry Ma'am. I shouldn't have said that, I didn't think you would hear!"

"But I did hear, you pathetic excuse for a husband! So instead of just a fun little demonstration for Samantha, instead I'm going to have to beat your buns raw and remind you who wears the pants in this family!"

"yes ma'am..." said david, his voice shaky.

"Come on Dear," I said to Samantha, "let's go to the kitchen where we can discuss his punishment."

---

I offered Samantha a glass of water and she accepted it. Then we talked about my intent for the evening. I don't quite have our dialogue down 100%, but I'll fill in anything I don't exactly remember, but the following is the gist of it for sure.

"Do you really, I mean, discipline him like that for real?" she asked, sounding confused. The sweetheart.

"I absolutely do," I said, lying through my teeth, which I am good at. "But he's the one who asked for and wants this arrangement. And after we spank him, he'll be forgiven right away. And the spanking will be bad, but it won't be all that bad. I like to scare him a little. Is that ok?"

"Sure, I guess so, I didn't know what to expect!" she said. "Should be interesting, anyways."

"I can guarantee that! Have you any experience with this sort of thing. With spanking as punishment, I mean?" I asked her.

"No," she answered, "only a little spank from my boyfriends every now and then. Just like a swat as I passed them sort of thing. Or during sex. Smack on the bottom, sort of thing. Except once my ex put me across his knee when I was teasing him on the couch, and he gave me, like ten spanks maybe, but they were so hard! I started actually crying. But I mean it was fun, he wasn't like beating me or anything."

"But it was too hard," I said, "I get it."

"It was! Way too hard. But also fun? Even though I cried? We laughed afterwards," she said.

Interesting that when I asked her about her spanking experiences, she answered as if it was she on the receiving end I was asking about. I was as if in her world it's the girls who get spanked playfully, not boys for disciplinary reasons. And that even though a male would clearly be spanked tonight by us females.

"Well, david is going to get a hard one also," I said, "and I probably will make him cry, but it'll take more than just ten with my hand."

"Really? He'll cry?" she asked.

"Yes."

"That is so sweet!" she said. (???)

"And I wanted to check in on your comfort level here. It's ok with you watching him get spanked like that? Hard like that? He'll have his pants off."

"Sure"

"And would you like to spank him as well? I think you should to get the full experience," I suggested.

"I don't know, but sure," she said. Odd turn of phrase.

"Also, you heard me telling him I would remind him who wears the pants in the family?"

"yeah?"

"Well that's me, as you might have guessed, figuratively of course, but what is really good for reminding him of that little fact of life is the strap-on dildo. Right in his bottom. With you to see it."

"Oooh," she exclaimed, "you mean actually fuck him in the ass? While I watch?"

"Exactly. He'll be very embarrassed by your witnessing that, but I think it would really drive the lesson home if you're game?"

She nodded an ok. Speechless I suppose!

"I even have two strap-ons, we can do a 'spit roast' on him if you want. One in his bum, one in his mouth. Sound cool?"

"Yes, why not?"

"Why not indeed, you're here for an experience, might as well get the whole experience. And then he'll be forgiven after that. Shall we maybe give him a little treat at that point? Let him watch me spank you? A nice little spanking to warm your bottom."

"That sounds nice, can I keep my panties and top on though?" she asked.

"Of course, that's perfectly fine," I said. "Shall we go back out?"

She nodded, and out we went.

I was thinking that went almost as well as possible. Very open-minded young lady, out for an experience. I was pleased with that.

---

We walked back into the living room. There was david, still struggling to hold the paper up with his nose against the wall.

"david! Turn around and face me," I ordered.

He reached up for the paper with his hand and turned to face us, his pants still puddled around his ankles. I could see a semi-erection still in his underpants.

For my part, this was super exciting for me. I enjoy this "real life" sort of scene. david looked like a naughty little boy, standing there with his pants at his ankles and the fronts of his underpants showing as he faced us. And he always blushes in his face, and fidgets a little. I felt, as I always do, a real sense of empowerment. The presence of Samantha only amplified that feeling.

"david, this back-talk and disrespect has to stop," I scolded him. "You clearly need reminding of who wears the pants in this family, don't you?"

I do love that expression "wears the pants in the family." I think it's very masculine energy of me to say it, and very feminine energy of david to have to accept it. I also particularly enjoyed acting out this scolding in front of Samantha. david told me after that he was completely "in character" by this time, having convinced himself that he had actually said those words to me, and willing to take whatever punishment I decreed. He also said that he was tummy churning embarrassed to be scolded by me like this, with these words, and in his underwear, in front of the young lady.

"No... please..." he begged, knowing what was coming when I used that expression.

"Oh yes!" I said.

"Not in front of Miss Samantha, please Ma'am!" begged david. Little shame slut. Ignore his complaining, readers, he wanted it.

"Yes, right in front of Miss Samantha, she's already agreed to it. We will end your punishment with you bent over on your knees on that Ottoman, with you learning a lesson in respect, a long hard lesson from our dear friend Adam, and Miss Samantha will watch it all."

"Oh, is there another guy coming?" She asked. How sweet!!! She thought for a moment there that Adam was my next door neighbor or something. Not what she had signed up for!

I corrected her on that point, and explained to her who "Adam" was. For those few of you who don't know, Adam is my favourite dildo. 1.5" in girth, 7" in insertable length. A challenge for my boy if ever there was one.


"Please not Adam!" he begged.

"Adam. And you'll take every inch," I told him. "But first, young man, I think a little bit of panty training is in order. I think Samantha should see that."

"nooooo... please...." he said. Samantha was watching with a grin. This must have been moving at a mile a minute for her!

"Go upstairs," I said, as I pointed up the stairs with an outstretched arm and index finger, "and put on a pair of your panties and nothing else, and then gather up all your underpants, the ones you have on included, and bring them down to me. I'm putting them away for a month during which time you will wear panties every single day."

"Nooo! Come on, Julie, please? You can't!" More begging.

"I can and I will! And you DO NOT refer to me colloquially during discipline! Would you like me to add a month a brassiere training as well, young man? Would you?"

"No Ma'am, please!" he said.

"And would you like your mouth washed out with soap if I ever hear you refer to me by my first name during discipline again?"

"No Ma'am!"

"Then do as you're told, chop chop, we're waiting."

david bent down to pull up his pants.

No way: "Leave them around your ankles. Now go. Waddle."

david lowered his head and started waddling towards the stairs. When he got to them he turned back to me, "Excuse me, Ma'am, which pair should I put on Ma'am?"

Interesting question. I considered, and then said, "the ones I used to panty train you in front of Mistress Violet," I answered.


david turned back towards the stairs and started waddling up them, pants still at his ankles. His vulnerable bum bum in his grey undies sashaying awkwardly up.

She and I then chatted a bit about who was Mistress Violet. I held back some of the raunchier parts of that, focusing in on our spanking competition instead. She asked me if I was really going to make him wear panties for a month, and I told her I certainly was!

david made his reappearance relatively quickly, dressed in only his little red patterned and lace panties and holding a bundle of his underpants in his arms. I took the underpants out of his arms and put them away into a high cabinet shelf, telling him they were off limits for a month.

"I expect you to wear your panties for a full month. At home, at work, at the gym, with your trainer, with your doctor for all I care."

"yes ma'am," he said, standing there blushing in the middle of the room wearing only this pair of very feminine panties. He clearly had a big erection going on now, and the scanty panties could barely contain it. In fact, I could see evidence of his testicles peaking out the sides.

Samantha got in on the fun. "Ooooh! Look at how pretty!" she said. "Do a turn for us." she added. He slowly turned 360 degrees. The panty was riding up into his butt crack, and there was plenty of cheek to see. "Now do a little dance!" she said. Ha ha. She was enjoying this. david started awkwardly dancing, swaying his hips and turning around. During this exercise, his cocktip poked out the top and his testicles poked out the side. "david!" I said, and he quickly tucked it all away as best he could.

"Are you erect in your panties, young man? Answer me!" I demanded.

"Yes Ma'am!" he responded.

Turning to Samantha I said, "Isn't that pathetic, he actually gets sexually excited being humiliated like this, isn't that so, david?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Is that why you're so submissive to me, david. Is that why you put up with your discipline, because it excites you?"

"yes ma'am," admitted david, almost in tears.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" I asked Samantha.

"I can honestly say not," she said.

"Could you ever imagine a boyfriend of yours allowing himself to be humiliated like this by two ladies?" I asked.

"Never!" she said.

"It is truly pathetic," I said, "but there's more to his disciplining than just sexual excitement, believe me, there's also going to be pain, young man, and a lot of it, is that not so?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"And pain does not excite you, does it?"

"No Ma'am."

"But pain is how you learn your lesson. How you learn to remember your place, isn't that so?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Do you consent to your disciplining tonight, david?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Ask me for it. Actually, ask both me and Miss Samantha for it," I said.

"Please, Ma'am, Please Miss, please punish me as you see fit," begged david.

---

As you can see, I really went overboard with setting up the scene, and the background, and then all these little humiliations, and all the scolding, and all that. I know from comments and from my email that my readers love this kind of stuff, and so does david. So I delivered. Totally! I hope you enjoyed that part. I thought it especially poignant (and wildly kinky) to scold him and humiliate him like that in front of this newbie young lady who thinks this is for real.

We have a relatively newly acquired large Ottoman (I was inspired by Tracy's - a great kink toy) in front of the couch. It was there where I intended most of the festivities to take place.

I made a show of slowly removing my sweater, and then I rolled up the right sleeve of my white blouse, and unfastened two buttons at the neck to make myself more comfortable and to enable a greater freedom of motion. I sat on the Ottoman. I looked at him with a hard look and then pointed and said, "get over my knee, little man." And with that he came over to me and bent meekly across across my knee, pantied bottom uppermost.

I gestured to the chair diagonal to us, and suggested Samantha take a seat there. She had a three-quarters view of the action, on his butt side.

"Are you ready for your spanking, young man?" I asked him, my hand resting on his bottom.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

He moved his left arm to behind my butt, and lightly grabbed my left ankle with his hand. This is kind of a ritual for us for OTK hand spanking. It really brings home for him that he is being spanked by a woman, and it keeps his hands out of the way. I enjoy the ass gropes I get as he absorbs his punishment, especially as they become more spasmodic and desperate with the pain.

"Now aren't you ashamed that you need to be spanked across my knee like this, like a child?" I said, "And that Samantha is here to witness it?" I played with his panties, arranging them symmetrically as I said this.

"Yes Ma'am, very much so Ma'am," said david.

Samantha was smiling, perched at the front of her chair with her legs crossed, like the cat who ate the canary.

I started in on his spanking...

---

I used just my hand at first. There's a certain intimacy to the hand. A certain childishness. A parental feeling. But my hand is no joke either! Because it was my hand, I started in full force straight away. That always surprises him and he yelped from the first, more from surprise than pain at the start.

His panties were still up, but due to their fit, a lot of his lower butt was exposed to my hand. Nonetheless, I gathered up the material in my left hand and pulled his panty forcibly into his crack. david has a bit of a "wedgy" fetish, and so I obliged.

Now, if you're going to wedgy a man in his panties, you need to do it right. I pulled hard until the material was deeply buried in his crack. As I pulled up, the material stretched and strained, but held. This puts pressure on his balls, and the material also bisects his bumhole, putting strain there as well. It also allowed a bit of brown to show on either side of his wedgy, which I "inadvertently" displayed to Samantha as I pulled up on his panty and pushed down and out on his far cheek. She could see the material really getting deeply up in there and how it pressed tightly against his anus.

david arched up onto his tippy toes to escape the wedgy, but I was ahead of him, and lifted my hand up higher so that if he dropped now, it would be even more painful. He cried out and wiggled in distress, hoisted up there like that, on his tiptoes, little feet marching, sticking his fanny out like a girl begging for her fucking. Samantha giggled.

"ouch, no, please no," he begged, as the wedgie came on full force. I ignored him and started giving him very hard smacks nicely to the well-presented underside of his bum. I kept going like that until he was well-pinkenned, and heading towards red. He was required to endure the painful wedgy the entire time.

"Would you like to have a go?" I asked Samantha.

"Sure," she said, standing up.

I  released my hold on his panties and told him to stand. He stood, facing away from Samantha. His penis was completely free of his panty. "Fix yourself!" I told him harshly, and he quickly adjusted his panties, digging them out of his butt in the process.

I rose and Samantha and I switched places. She sat on the Ottoman and said "get over" to david in a take-charge sort of way. Love it. He bent across her lap, keeping his hands in front of him. I'm sure Samantha felt his erection, as had I.

She started in smacking him with her hand. She was clearly not nearly as practiced and toughened as I, though she still did manage to get in a few zingers, but those seemed to hurt her palm as much as they did david's ass. At one point she made a fist, and spanked him with her knuckles sort of. I guess her hand hurt. Had not realized how well conditioned mine had become by contrast.

I got up and re-wedgied him. I had her hold the material in her one hand. I needed to encourage her to pull nice and hard, which she seemed to enjoy, and then she slapped away at his bum cheeks some more, adding a bit more pink to them, I would say. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was nice as this was the very first spanking she had ever given anybody.

This was a very erotic scene for me. My husband, by my command, humbled across a daughter-aged girl's knee, being spanked and wedgied, in panties no less. I felt very pleased with myself that I was able to make this happen out of thin air, and here we were.

I ended his spanking from Samantha. He stood up and again needed to adjust his panties. She stared at his momentarily exposed cock as he did this. I smirked and went over to the cabinet where I pulled out the spanking stick. It has a smooth side and rough-textured side (like sandpaper, only different).

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Sort of this shape

"No no no please..." begged david as he wiggled on the spot, holding his ass cheeks with his hands in anticipation of the blistering he was about to endure. He knows the sort of damage this paddle can do to a naughty rear end! It's not too long that it can't be used OTK, but long enough to get a lot of speed and weight and swing into the stroke, especially if you lean back a bit, as the backless Ottoman allows. I wanted Samantha to paddle him as well, and thought OTK would be safer for david for her first time.

I switched places with Samantha again, and took the Ottoman, paddle in hand, while she went back to the same chair as before. I ordered david back across my knee.

When he was across, I lay the paddle across his pantied cheeks and asked, "david,  have I got your attention yet?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he cried out.

"What you said to me was rude and disrespectful and I will not tolerate it in this household."

"I'm... I'm so sorry Ma'am." he said, his mouth catching on the words.

"I will teach you a lesson even if it means blistering your bare bottom with this paddle."

"oohhhh..." he moaned.

I put the paddle down to the side, and I reached on either side of his panties. "Up!" I said, and he raised up allowing me to lower his panties to a pretty band nestled in the crook of his knees. Even though she had seen most of the skin of his bum already due to his earlier wedgying, the ritual of the panty lowering in front of Samantha was still exquisitely embarrassing for him, I knew.

"You will receive one hundred strokes of this paddle from me, followed by another fifty from Samantha. Are you ready?"

"yes ma'am," he said quietly.

150 stokes was a serious paddle blistering. He would wind up in quite some pain and well-marked by the end of it.

---

I raised the paddle high and leaned back, and then just smacked the shit out of his ass with it. He yelled out with the pain, but held position. The first stroke left a mark already. I then set a steady pace, giving him ten at a time and counting the tens, then pausing for a few seconds, then the next ten.

Not even a third of the way through and his bottom was already looking severely messed up. Deep red across both his cheeks, and a telltale whiteness developing where the end part of the paddle landed. david wiggled hard but I kept him in position with just my arm. He cried out during his spanking, apologized over and over again, and begged me for forgiveness. But there would be no mercy for him. The paddle strokes continued raining down on his messed up ass cheeks as he screeched and hollered and begged.

I loved that he could not control himself at all, even with Samantha there to watch his childish carryings on. I loved that he was carrying on in manner that more befitted a ten-year-old girl receiving a spanking than a grown man.

Occasionally I would direct a group of ten to just the near cheek, as it was not getting the same workout as the far one. For this I needed to lean way back and then smack only the one near cheek.

I kept most of the strokes low, where ass meets thigh, right at that crease or just above, but went right up to mid-ass as well, to spread things out a bit.

While this is not a picture of his ass, it looked similar in many ways once I had finished his 100 from me. Over the course of the evening the most impacted areas would bruise up purple, and they stayed that way for several days (nightly inspections!)


I had worked up quite a bit of a sweat doing this. I had not checked in with Samantha at all, focused as I was on delivering his punishment, but looked at her now, and raised my eyebrows in a "what do you think?" sort of gesture.

"Wow!" she said. "His butt is beat!" Indeed it was, and she didn't seem to have any problem with it.

I told david to stand. He did so stiffly and painfully. His panties were down around his ankles, and his penis was limp and tiny. His hands went right back to his bum cheeks, to try to rub some of the sting out, for real. Unlike some other disciplinarians, I allow this sometimes, as it makes for such a poignant tableau.

His face was wet with sweat, with snot, and, yes, with tears. "Awww, look at you," I said. "Your face is a mess." I went to the kitchen and got some tissues to dry his face off. "Are those tears?" I asked, looking closely, because it was hard to tell given the sweat and the snot.

"yes <sniff> ma'am," he said. Yay. I had made my boy cry! And in front of a young woman no less.

To Samantha I asked, "you still good for his other fifty?

"Are you sure he can take it?" she asked, prudently.

"Of course he can," I said, "besides, if you don't do it, I will, and likely harder, so getting you is probably a lucky break for him. Think of it that way."

"Well... since you put it like that..." and she flounced over to the Ottoman and sat. I handed her the paddle and she admired it. I told david to get across her knee. Now!

He gingerly lowered himself and bent across her knees. I gave her some basic instruction with the paddle, where to hit, basically, telling her about the dangers of going too high, and how going too low can mean extra punishment, encouraging her to concentrate on the areas I had just visited, which were visibly marked, and maybe a good few high up on his legs as well, as they were still relatively untouched.

She started in and gave a pretty good showing of herself. A few strokes went a bit astray and I had to step in and correct her, but they were relatively light strokes as she was not going hard without the confidence yet. Then she kinda got the hang of it after the first ten or so, and david was off to the races.

It seemed that even though this spanking was lighter than mine, it had just as good an effect, and david cried out with the strokes. I encouraged her to go a bit harder, and also to target the backs of his legs. She was having a little trouble controlling him, as david could no longer control himself, so I taught her some basic leg lock variations. For the first I had her hook just his near leg which spread him out, displaying his bum hole and the junk between his legs. I had her give him a few spanks like that, and encouraged her to target his near inner thigh which was easily accessible. Then I showed her the full lock, with her right leg draped over the backs of both of his, him hiked high over her left knee. I also made him put his right hand up and behind his back, so Samantha could arm-lock him as well.

"He's not going anywhere now," I said. Samantha seemed very comfortable like that, and the prime target areas of low butt and high thigh were well-presented to her paddle. We agreed she should finish off his remaining strokes, 20 of them, with him in full lockdown like this, and that she could go a bit harder now that she had the hang of it.

She hauled off and gave him twenty real zingers, and david really had nothing to say about it. Despite his involuntary gyrations, Samantha was able to control him nonetheless even as she blister-paddled his bare ass and thighs.

After the full 50, bringing the total to his full measure of 150, Samantha allowed him to rise.

"Wow!" she said. "That was actually a blast." Ha ha. So nice she had such a fun time at my husband's considerable expense.

david again clutched at his red and blistered rear end, and again I had to wipe the sweat, snot, and tears from him.

"Now, david," I said, "I want a full apology."

"I'm so, so sorry," he started, sniffling away, "I will never ever disrespect you or say bad words to you ever again."

"And the housework?" I prompted.

"I'll do all my chores, Ma'am, really well, and I won't ever backtalk you again, I promise."

As he was reciting this, he continued clutching at his ass and sort of gyrating up and down, which caused his flaccid, hairless penis to flop around in front of Samantha and I. His panties remained puddled around his feet. A heartfelt, sore bum, bare penis apology to me, in front of a young female witness, drives the lesson home.

"Your punishment is almost finished, david," I said. "But first, I do need to remind you who wears the pants in the family, as I promised I would."

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This was the part I was waiting for!

I instructed him to put a nearby towel down on the Ottoman. Then to push the Ottoman right into the couch. Then to get up on his hands and knees and stick that tushy out for us, like a good girl.

He did that, and I gave his bottom a little spank, and then caressed his bruises. I gestured Samantha over also, who also ran her hand along the ridges caused by the paddle, and along his bruised and crimson red ass.

I took his panties off his ankles and stuffed them into his mouth. "Spread your knees apart. Now lower your chest to the Ottoman. Arch your back. That's it," I told him. Now he was really presenting for us. His asshole plain as day. His still flaccid penis mostly hidden behind his dangling ball sac plainly visible between his spread legs. Only the tip of his softened cock visible.

With him like that, I gathered the necessary equipment. I had lube, paper towels, condoms, latex gloves (for her benefit), two strap-on harnesses, my big dildo, Adam, and a smaller ridged purple one. I also had his prostate stimulator to stretch him out a bit before penetration.


I asked her to pass me some of the latex gloves. I put them on. I then asked her for the lube. She was like a nurse in my operating room. I dribbled the lube down his crack and into his hole. I used my gloved finger to push the lube deep into his asshole. He moaned like a slut. I then asked for the prostate stimulator, and gently inserted that into his rear end, right to the hilt. I explained its function to Samantha as I did so. I turned it on using the switch at the base, and set it to the high setting where it buzzed away, massaging his prostate and stretching his anal passage.

I allowed him to stand again, and I conducted him to the corner, where I made him stick his nose right into it, panty gagged and butt plugged as he was.

"I'm going to leave you like that for a few minutes while Samantha and I prepare. When we return, we will reinforce with you who wears the pants in this family and who wears the panties. Who is the man in the relationship, and who is the woman. Who is the woman in this relationship, david?"

"I am Ma'am," he said from his corner, to a giggle from Sam.

"That's right, and when we come back, you'll be expected to perform sexually like a woman. Do you know what that means, david?"

"Yes Ma'am. That I take your cock in my mouth and also in my ass." Smart boy, but he missed someone.

"Not only mine, david, but Miss Samantha's as well," I reminded him.

"Yes Ma'am, that I'll also take Miss Samantha's cock in my mouth and my ass," he corrected himself.

"And both at the very same time, one fucking your mouth, the other fucking your ass, and then we'll switch," I added.

"Yes Ma'am," responded david.

I pushed his nose deeper into the corner and told him no looking.

I whipped off my skirt and my blouse, stripping down to my bra and panties. I put the strap-on harness on myself, with Adam protruding mightily from it. Samantha had followed suit, but kept her blouse on. She had on black panties. She was fumbling with the strap-on harness, and I offered to help, which she graciously accepted. I adjusted the straps to fit her. She had the smaller (but still decent-sized) purple ridged dildo.

She joked around a bit with her new penis, twirling it in the air in a circular motion and giggling. Children! I got two condom packages, handed her one, and I kept the other. I quickly opened the package and slid mine on. She was a bit less sure, but got the job done regardless. A lifetime of extreme sluttishness from me paying off now in condom handling dexterity! A sign of a misspent youth.

I got david out of his corner, removed the panties from his mouth, and re-positioned him on the Ottoman. I asked my assistant for a paper towel. I switched the prostate stimulator off and slid it out carefully from his hole. I was relieved to see that it was pretty clean. I wrapped it in the paper towel and put it down.

I suggested that she fuck him in the ass first, as she has the smaller dildo. I helped position david better relative to her height, and provided the lube on both his hole and her cock. Then I guided the head in, and helped her push past that initial resistance and then deep into his bowels. david cried out a bit and moaned at the penetration. I told her to hold his hips and to start gently thrusting into and out of him.

"There," I said to david, "are you getting fucked like a real little lady now?"

"yes ma'am..." he mewled out between thrusts.

"I feel like a Dude!" said Samantha, who was increasing the intensity of his ass fucking thrust by thrust.

I dove onto the couch, spread my legs on either side of david, and slid down until Adam was right near his lips. "Suck it, woman," I told him. He submissively lowered his head onto my cock and began sucking on it. The fucking from behind made him bob up and down on my cock without him even trying. Adam is a mouthful, and he can barely speak when it is down his throat. He desperately scrambled not to gag on it, which was hard giving the intensifying fucking into his rear end by the enthusiastic and fit young Samantha.

At one point Samantha's cock came out from his ass, but she did not notice and kept thrusting. david had to extricate himself off my cock and say, "please Miss, your cock, it's out!" She seemed confused, and I had to explain it to her. She backed off and looked down, then re-positioned it and thrust in deeply. I pushed his head back down onto Adam, and we went at it for a few minutes more.

"Let's switch?" I asked Sam. She agreed and we both slid out of our respective orifices. Her dildo was clean. I lined up behind him and Samantha took my old place on the couch, legs straddling his head.

"Take it in your mouth," I told him. david seemed unsure, but then reached for the condom on Sam's cock, peeled it off, and set it aside. Oops! My mistake. Should have told him to do that. But then he took Sam's cock into his mouth and started sucking on it reluctantly.

His asshole was well-stretched by now. I could tell by it's look. It was distended. I got some more lube, lubed up his asshole even more. The lube just fell into it. And then lubed up Adam. I put Adam on his asshole and thrust in. "Aaaahhhh!" said david as I slid Adam home. The I started fucking him, good and hard, with that giant 'ol dildo. Teaching lessons!

"Get down on Samantha's cock," I said as I fucked him. "Do you ever want this fucking to end? You better do as I tell you. All the way down your throat, I want to see your pursed lips on her black panties, you little whore."

david in fact did want his fucking to end, and so went as deep as I've ever seen him!

After a few minutes of this, I could tell david really wanted to stop. He tried signalling me by tapping surreptitiously on me with his feet. Like a "tapping out" sort of thing in UFC. I ignored it for another minute or so and really drove Adam deep into him, all while insisting he bob up and down and deep throat Samantha's cock. Hey, I enjoy this part of it. He should suffer for me. But he was well and truly done, so I slipped out of him and quickly removed the condom inside out and stashed it into a paper towel. It was a bit dirty. Adam is a real test. I then got him off Sam's cock by his hair, and directed him to his knees in front of me.

"Do you understand you place now, woman?" I asked him, standing there with my giant cock face level.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"Good!" I said. "How's that ass?"

"Extremely sore Ma'am,"

"Inside and out, I'll bet?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Did you learn your lesson? Will you ever use words like that towards me again?"

"No Ma'am, never ever. I promise!"

"Good boy," I said, "you're forgiven," and I gave him a kiss on his forehead. I also made him kiss the tip of my cock, and then had him do the same to Samantha's.

"What did you think of that?" I asked Samantha.

"I've never done that before!"

"An evening of firsts," I said, "did you enjoy fucking him?"

"Yes! Now I sort of know what it's like for a guy..."

"You do," I said, as I helped her off with her strap-on and took mine off as well.

"But now," I said to the room, "I do believe there's someone else here who needs a spanking?"

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Samantha giggled. She's a bit giggly.

I sat down on the Ottoman, and pulled her gently across my knee. She was still in her blouse and panties. I was in my pretty white bra and white panties. I started rubbing her cheeks and giving them some soft spanks. I smiled at my husband and motioned him with my eyes to scurry around for a better view. He wasted no time doing that, and knelt there, naked and ass to heels, watching the show.

I alternated spanks with rubs and built up the intensity. She squeaked and squealed, even with a very light spanking. I concentrated my spanks low, where they echo into a girl's pussy. Her brown-black bottom did not redden at all, but sort of turned a slightly paler shade of brown. She put her hands on the Ottoman and pushed up, arching her back and grimacing at my light spanks. What a sissy.

But david was clearly enjoying the show. I told Samantha to look over at david. "He clearly likes it!" she said, because his cock had finally regained its erection, and in spades, and the red engorged tip could be plainly seen poking straight up between his legs onto his belly as he knelt there.

I called a premature end to her spanking, as she is clearly not into spanking!

"Do you mind if I take care of that," I said, pointing to david's engorged penis.

"Not at all," she said, "as long as it's you who's taking care care of it!"

Hey! That was uncalled for. I guess she thought "Ewwww! Old!"

I told david to stand. I reached out my hand and stroked his erect cock.

"What do you think of it?" I asked Samantha, referring to my husband's cock.

"It's very pretty," she said.

"How about the size? How does he stack up to your boyfriends?" I asked.

"Oh, no contest there. They're a lot bigger, but I like them big."

And I can confirm that from pre-marriage experience. Black cocks do tend to be bigger! Sorry white boys. I hope that's not racist?

"Why don't you stroke it now, sweetie, right in front of Sam and I," I told him.

He licked his palm and began stroking his cock while we watched, amused at the spectacle.

"Come here," I said, and I moved him to the Ottoman and lay him down on it face up, feet dangling off the end. "Keep stroking," I told him. And then I just whipped off my panties and sat on his face looking down his body. "Lick my asshole while you stroke it." I knelt up a bit and grabbed my own ass cheeks, spread them, and put my hole down right onto his mouth.

"Lick it!" I told him. "You know you like that. You know you like serving me like that. Get that tongue up in there now, nice and deep. Samantha, come around, have a look."

Samantha walked around. I lifted myself a bit off of him and spread my cheeks, david had to strain to get his tougue up to me.

"Oh My Gosh!" she said. "He's actually licking your asshole!"

All the while david has been stroking down there. I get up off him, as I know his explosion is not far away. I make him stop rubbing himself and take him over my knee. I tell him to spread his legs, I grab his cock and balls up between them, and tell him to clamp them shut again. I get some lube, and squirt it onto his penis and balls, and I start hand jobbing him.

"Now david," I tell him, "I've decided I have one more little punishment coming your way. After I make you cum with my hand, I'm going to keep rubbing for, I don't know, a minute or two afterwards. And you will have to just lay there across my knee and take it, ok?"

"Yes Ma'am!" said david, ready to agree to anything, so close to his orgasm now.

"Samantha," I said, "I'm worried he won't be able to hold position once this starts, would you be a dear and hold his wrists in your hands?"

She was happy to. She grabbed up his wrists and stood in front of him, extending his arms out. I replicated Sam's leck-log position, one leg on his two, and continued rubbing his penis. I slipped a finger of my other hand into his asshole and manually massaged his prostate gland. Between the asshole massage and the cock massage, david started moaning like a total slut!

How embarrassing that a pretty female guest, young enough to be his daughter, is there to witness his wife doing this to him in front of her. Reducing him to a horny little bitch begging for her release.

"Oh! No! No! Please! Oh Gosh! Oh Gosh! NOOO!" (david loves fantasizing in his head that he is "forced to cum" by me in front of a female witness, or group of them, so this is what was going on in his head when he said this, but it also meant he was right on the verge of cumming). I kept rubbing his cock vigorously while finger fucking his ass and he came in a shooting jet of cum that I directed down the backs of his thighs. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh!" he said as he came.

But unlike usual, I didn't stop. I took my finger out of his ass and grabbed his cock in both hands while always continuing to rub the tip of his penis with various motions, up and down, circular, squeezing, and so on.

His cries of orgasmic joy merged into cries of anguish and agony! Samantha tightened her grip on his arms and I clamped down hard with my leg to keep him in place, and just kept rubbing.

"Ahh! No! Please! STOP! NO! PLEASE! STOP! STOP OUCH! OH! OH!"

Ha ha ha ha ha!

I kept it up until his cock was soft as a wet noddle and my rubbing was having less and less of an effect on him.

"Oh please don't ever do that again!" he said, but with a smile in his voice. Oh yeah, he's getting that again!

"Oh my gosh, that looked like it hurt so much," said Samantha.

I slipped out from under david, but kept him turned face down on the towel-covered Ottoman. I had him keep his legs tightly together with his cock and balls showing, and cum down his legs. I wiped the by now very sticky cum on my hands onto his ass. I told him to stay there as I need to clean him up before he's allowed to move as I don't want cum on my furniture or carpets.

I went to the kitchen (bottomless and in my bra!) and washed my hands. I then came back into the living room and started getting dressed. Samantha followed suit, with both the hand washing and the dressing.

"Honey, please?" begged david, wanting to be cleaned up and released to get dressed like us.

"Shush you!" I said, "Stick your tongue out of your mouth. Is that your dirty tounge that licked my asshole?"

"Yeee miiim" said david, having difficulty speaking with his tounge sticking out like that.

"You keep that tongue stuck out there . I'll wash your tongue and mouth with soap after Samantha's left. I don't want you having a dirty mouth."

Poor david, it had just gotten worse!

"Well that was amazing!" I told Samantha.

"It sure was interesting," she said, "you guys are the kinkiest people I know!"

"Thank you!" I said, taking it as a compliment. "Would you like a drink or something, some wine maybe?"

"No, I really have to go, it's so late, you guys probably need to get to work tomorrow. I'll just get an Uber."

She ordered up the Uber. ETA was only 5 minutes. I tried to press some Uber money onto her. At first she refused, but I was insistent, so she took it gratefully. I mean, she is young enough to be my daughter, wouldn't a Mom do that?

We talked a bit more about the kink scene. Meanwhile, I still hadn't cleaned up david, so he is just lying there, raw blistered ass up, forbidden from moving, soaked in cum, with his punished cock and balls sticking out, clamped tightly between his legs, his ass licking tongue on full display as well.

And then the Uber showed up. We hugged. She yelled out a goodbye to david, he mumbled something unintelligible back, and she left out the front door.

I did get around to cleaning up my husband, including a little soapy washcloth scrub of his tongue. Ha ha. We debriefed afterwards and he told me he loved it, despite his super sore everything! He thanked me for having the courage to make this kind of thing happen, which I thought was sweet.

I did not get the vibe that we would have a return session with Samantha. I think the age difference is too great. She should hang out with boys and girls her own age. Maybe she will develop her kink. I'll try to stay a little in touch with her.

Amazing stuff!

So, I've been looking for opportunities to up the "real FLR" quotient in our relationship. My darling husband presented me with the perfect opportunity the other night.

We have a device called the Sodastream.


It's used to make bubbly water from tap water. I enjoy bubbly water mixed with a hint of cranberry juice and a bit of lime. Those canisters of CO2 run out, of course, and it's my husband's job to keep them stocked (he goes to the Canadian Tire for refills - his domain!). We have about a dozen of them so he does not have to go very often and he can trade the empties for fulls all at once. The idea is that he goes to exchange the lion's share before we run out.

The dozen canisters sit up like little soldiers on a high shelf. You can tell by the cap if it's used or new. We got down to just one new one left on the shelf . I remember reminding him to get the canisters exchanged as we are getting low.

Then we ran out, and he needed to fit the very last one in. I reminded him again to go get them filled. I DO NOT like running out of bubbly water! ;-) He promised he would tomorrow.

Well tomorrow, and tomorrow. I reminded him again. He hit his head and said "Doh!" and promised to do it, for sure, tomorrow.


Well, you can see where this is going.

I got home earlier than him, and went to bubble up some water. Phewwwwwwwweeeee... And we're out.

 
The canisters are gone from the shelf. At least he has them with him. He gets home. Does he have a bagful of new canisters. He does not. He "forgot".


I take him by the ear. I pull him all the way up to our bedroom like that. He knows what he has coming. I open the bedroom drawer and pull out his hairbrush.


I open up his spanking chair. A small folding chair we keep in the bedroom.


I sit down on it. He is in front of me. I unbuckle his belt, and pull the belt out his belt loops. That's for later. I unclasp and unzipper his pants. I make them fall to the floor. He is in his boxers today. I grab on either side of his boxers and lower them to the floor. His penis and testicles come on display. He is not hard. I move him to my side and I pull him over my lap, pants and underpants at his ankles.

I push his shirt up above his waist. I put my left arm around his waist.

"How many times did I tell you???? How many???"

"quite a few..."

"Whose responsibility is it to change those out when they get low???"

"mine..."

"Well, I think you need a lesson in responsibility. Do you agree?"

"yes ma'am..."

"A long hard lesson..." I say under my breath as I tighten my grip on him. Then I start just wailing away on his ass with that hairbrush. And I mean wailing! I went for a good, I don't know, five minutes likely, at a spank a second. You do the math. His ass turned cherry red and white in the middles. He cried out and begged me and apologized over and over again: "Owww! Ohh! No! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!!!"

When I was done I threw the hairbrush down on the ground and I literally pushed him off my lap so that he fell at my feet.

"Get up!" I yelled at him as I grabbed him by his ear and yanked. I turned him around and made him bend over the back of the chair, elbows on the seat. I picked up his belt I had removed earlier and I just start whipping that ass! About 50 good strokes, I'd reckon. Again he was pleading and begging.

"Stay there!" I told him after I had finished.

I went to get the tube of toothpaste and a bathroom glass of water.


I put a big glob of toothpaste on my finger, wet it, and shoved it up his ass. I smooshed it all around in there. I repeated with a second glob. Then I coated his anal area until it was white. This causes quite an intense burning in his asshole that lasts at least an hour.

"Pull up your pants!" I told him. "You will go to the Canadian Tire NOW and get me the replacements. At the checkout, tell the girl you fucked up, forgot to get refills, and got a spanking from your wife. GO! NOW!"

david had a scared look in his eye, pulled up his pants quickly and ran out the door. I could see him wincing as he moved, a combination of his well-spanked rear and the toothpaste burning his anus and rectum.

He returned quickly, a bit longer than half an hour, carrying the replacement canisters. He put them down on the kitchen table.

"Please Julie, may I wash out my bum?" he asked pitifully.

"Burns does it?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Did you tell the salesgirl at the checkout?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"What did you say exactly?"

"I told her her that I had fucked up and not gotten these changed until they ran out, and that my wife was pissed and whipped my ass, literally whipped it. With a belt."

"How did she react?"

"Smirked Ma'am."

"Was there anybody else in earshot?"

"No Ma'am. May I please go wash out my bum Ma'am?" As he said this he bounced from one leg to the other.

"Put away the canisters, and put a fresh one into the dispenser," I told him.

He looked pained but hurried to do as he was told, wiggling and wincing the whole time.

"May I please go and wash out my bum, Ma'am?" he asked desperately after he had completed the chore.

"You may."

As soon as I said that he scurried right upstairs.

"And let that be a lesson to you!" I yelled after him.

I was smiling as I bubbled up a bottle of water, and made my bubbly cranberry-lime drink. Even put a couple of festive ice cubes in it to celebrate.

There. Did I "scene him" or did I punish him? You be the judge.

My own submissive fantasies sometimes scare me.


Am I ill?

A pen pal and I were exchanging emails. He was a sweet and polite man with submissive tendencies. He also indicated he may be a bit of a switch. He asked me if he could write a fantasy about his first meeting with me. Then he said that if I was interested I could write a reply on how I thought our first meeting would go. He wrote it, and it was a sweet fantasy where he got his bum smacked, his cock milked, and then fucked in the ass. Another spanking, and then loving forgiveness.

So I thought I would please him, switch it up, and write him a fantasy with me getting a spanking from him. I guess I got carried away. Here was my email back (edited a bit and images added).

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Here is my version... I'll switch it up.

I knock on your door.

You let me in.

"Strip, bitch," you tell me.

"Yes sir..."

I am completely naked. You walk around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.


You reach between my legs from behind. I feel your fingers penetrating my moist sex, your thumb pushing insistently against my asshole.

"Bend over," you whisper in my ear.

I bend over, your fingers slide more deeply into my cunt, your thumb slides into my asshole. I gasp. Your other hand reaches around and grabs my dangling breast painfully hard. You lean down and breathe into my ear. You say, "I'm going to whip your ass so hard, slut, that you'll be begging me to stop. But there's only one kind of begging that will make me stop whipping you, you dirty little whore. You'll beg for my cock to fuck every hole you've got. You'll beg for my cock in your mouth, in your pussy, and in your ass, one after the other. When I think you're sincere, bitch, I'll give you what you beg for."

You make me stand straight, I am practically lifted off my feet by your fingers in my holes. You walk me like that to the spanking bench. Your hand stays in as I straddle the horse, kneeling on the leg supports. You take your hand out from my wet sex and tight asshole, push my head down, and slap my ass hard. You fasten my wrists and ankles down, and fasten the buckles around the backs of my knees. You fasten a leather strap across my low back and tighten it down which causes me to arch my back for you.


You slowly walk away. You return swishing an evil thin rod. You start whipping my ass with it! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

OWWWW! NOOOOO! OWWWWW! PLEASE SIR! PLEASE!!!!

"You know what you have to beg me for, to make it stop, cunt. Are you slow?"

"OWWWW! OHHHH! PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK ME!!!! PLEASE!!????!!!"

"Where slut? What comes first, slut?"

"OWWWW! MY MOUTH SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY MOUTH SIR!!!!"

"You get your wish, you dirty whore, a nice thick cock deep down your throat."

You take your pants off. You are naked below the waste. Your cock is hard from whipping me. You put your cock right in front of my mouth.

"Kiss it first, slut," you say.

Trembling, I reach out my neck and give the tip a kiss.

"Open"

I open my mouth, making my lips into a round O for you. You slide your cock into me. All the way down my throat.


I struggle to relax my throat and not gag. You pull out and then pump it in again. You repeat, over and over and over again. I am choking and gargling and salivating as you fuck my mouth.


You pull out. There are tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I am covered in my own saliva. My nicely applied mascara has run down my face.

"That's enough for you, bitch, you seem to be enjoying it too much."

You walk away from me and return with a leather strap. STRAP! Right across my ass cheeks. The strap reverberates through my spread pussy and asshole. STRAP! STRAP! STRAP!


"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! STOP!!!!"

"You are slow, bitch," you say.

"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY SIR!"

STRAP! STRAP! STRAP!

"Convince me you want it, whore."

"PLEASE SIR! FUCK MY CUNT! I NEED TO HAVE MY CUNT FUCKED SIR. SO BADLY! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP. PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! FUCK MY PUSSY!!!"

"Since you've asked so nicely, whore."

You get behind me. I feel the engorged head of your penis at my cunt lips.

"You needy little slut!" you say, "you're soaking wet!"

You push deep into me with a single thrust. You grab my hips and you pump your cock into me. In and out! Hard! Deep! I yell out in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.


You fuck me hard for five long minutes and then you pull out.

You walk away from me. You return with a paddle. A large paddle. A sorority style heavy wooden paddle with large holes drilled into it. You pull it back and swing it hard to slam into my sore butt.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"OWWWWWW!!!!! OH PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD IN THE ASS!"

WHACK!!!

"OWWWW! NO! REALLY SIR. PLEASE. I NEED AN ASS FUCKING SIR. I NEED IT NOW. PLEASE!!!!"

WHACK!!!

"OWWWWWW. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT! PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY ASSS!!! PLEASE!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!!!!"

WHACK!

"PLEASE!!!!"

"That will do, slut. Your ass is a mess. Red, white, and bruised blue. You'll have my marks on you for a week at least.


Do you still want it up the ass, bitch, or more of the paddle?"

"THE ASS SIR! FUCK ME IN MY ASS SIR! PLEASE! YES SIR! YES SIR! PLEASE!"

"Well then I'm happy to oblige such a dirty little whore of a girl."

You put down the horrible paddle. You dip your cock into my pussy. It's all the lube I'll get. You push the head into my asshole. You insistently push it home. I yell out at the pain!


"Take your medicine, bitch," you tell me.

You slide your cock in and out and in and out. The pain is extreme. Both from your cock, and from your thighs slapping into my whipped, strapped, and paddled ass cheeks. You keep pumping harder and faster and harder and faster. I think I'm going to faint! Then you let out a guttural moan and I feel my rectum being filled with your hot jizz. It keeps coming and coming and coming.

You pull out. You walk away from me. You clean yourself off from my dirty asshole. You return with a butt plug. You stuff it into my ass, trapping your copious sperm inside of me. You unfasten me and tell me to get dressed. You tell me I'm a dirty unfaithful whore. You tell me to go back home to my husband. You understand he likes eating ass. "Make him eat my cum out of your asshole, bitch. Make him look at your beaten and bruised ass and stick his nose in your sore fucked pussy as he does it, and show him what you really need from a man."


You throw me out of the door into the street, crying and disheveled.

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You see what I mean when I say I get carried away??? I was not intending to write all that. It was just going to be a sweet little spanking for me. But then I just started writing, and this degrading misogynistic filth poured out of my brain. I definitely don't want all that to happen for real, but then why do I obviously fantasize about it? Reading it back makes me wet. I diddled myself and came thinking of that happening to me. Finding and doctoring photos from the web to illustrate it for the blog shames me, but I do it anyways. I do not approve of those things happening to any woman!!!

Do I subconsciously resent my husband for being such a pussy sub in the bedroom? Is this what I want for myself?

After thinking about it for a bit, and considering all my readers' comments on my last blog entry, I am now absolutely positive that I want my husband to dominate me the way I fantasize about.


Thinking about it makes my heart beat hard, my mouth dry, my skin sweat, my belly do flip flops. My pussy and breasts ache for a touch. I want it badly. I want it badly from him!

I decided I will broach the subject with him by means of a letter. I have not sent it yet. I humbly request thoughts and comments from my readers before I do. I absolutely recognize the absurd irony of having such an intimate and private love letter seen and commented on by hundreds, and embrace it.

Here is my draft letter.

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Dear David,

I am writing you a letter today, because if I talked to you about this in person I would surely blush and stammer and say things I do not intend. So I have taken my time composing this letter and thinking through everything I say in it carefully. After you have read it, then we can discuss at length if that is your desire.

I want to start off by saying what a wonderful husband you are and what a happy wife I am! Saying "yes" to you those many years ago was both the easiest and the best decision I have ever made in my entire life. I love so many things about you. I love your mind, I love your looks, I love your personality, I love the way you diet so assiduously and then eat a candy bar! I love that you are such a great provider and such a strong and competent man, and I love that you can be such a cute little girl laying across my knee!

When you first broached the subject of spanking, you asked if I thought spanking was at all sexy. I had heard cheeky references and jokes, of course, about adult spanking, but always sort of laughed them off. Spanking was mainly something you used to do to naughty kids. You asked if I wanted to be spanked. No! My only experience with spanking as a child was slightly traumatic, and the thought of being held down and struck by any man was not something I was at all comfortable with. You asked if I thought it would be sexy if I were to spank you. I was not so sure for my part, but if you found it sexy, then why would I not entertain your cute bare bum across my knee getting whacked?

And so it started. And to my surprise I found that I LOVED it! Once I got over the awkwardness and started doing it right, I found it sexy and empowering. I never dreamt I could have that kind of power over a man, over you. From the start it made my pussy wet and tingly, as you quickly found out afterwards when I put your head between my legs! Once I got to know your limits, the more red your ass and the more you wiggled and begged, the more it turned me on. As we went, we grew into more and more crazy stuff, and I loved it all! Implements, panties and bras for you, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, my sister (!), public play, diapers, enemas, three-ways, trainers, pro dommes, friends, waitresses, you name it, I went for it, and I loved it! I know you did also. As long as you still want it, I intend to never stop doing it! God willing, I'll be spanking your bare ass in front of your cute little geriatric nurse when we're both in our 90's!

But, I'm now ready to revisit the question of whether I want to be spanked by you. Yes I do! Very much so! Not as a full-time thing, not as the main thing, not even as a regular thing. But as a once in a while thing? Yes. Absolutely. It excites me thinking of it. I have an itch, and it needs to be scratched, and only you can scratch it!

Don't misunderstand, most of the time when we play I'm still going to be your Dommy Wife and you better believe it, buster! I've got a drawer full of lingerie for you, a hairbrush, a strap, a cane, and a big strap-on dildo to teach you otherwise if you doubt me. And a sister and several female acquaintances I can invite over to watch me instruct you on that point!

Notwithstanding, you know, of course, that I've been toying with the subby side for a while now. A few little spankings from you, from some pros, from Tracy. A few more forceful sex acts from you. With all of those, I've felt very much in control of the situation. I treated the spankings more like a massage. And I was excited and not at all panicky when I mock-submitted to these women.

Then came John. Tracy was so keen to involve John as much as possible, and you know I'm a pleaser. So I considered it. I rolled it around in my mind. And I was surprised that thinking about it did not panic me. It even excited me. I was still not sure that if I actually let him dominate me a bit, that I would not panic, so I set it up as a sort of experiment. You were so understanding. You could tell it excited me, and you were nothing but encouraging! You are a very secure man, which I love about you. You let me explore my wild child and share the excitement with you, before and after.

I wanted it to be John, not you, for a reason I have not shared with you. A reason that was not even clear to me until recently. If I did react badly, I was worried I would wind up being mixed up about the guy doing it. Don't care if I get mixed up about Tracy's husband. Absolutely did not want to get mixed up about you!!! So he was my dry run. He was my dry run for you. I really only want to be spanked and dominated by one man in this world, and it's you! Oh, I suppose I can enjoy others as a lark, as you do enjoy being dominated by other women on occasion, but none of it makes any sense if you're not involved!

So I surprised myself by not panicking at all with John. In fact, I enjoyed being over his hard-muscled lap and feeling that heavy hand on my butt. I enjoyed sticking my ass up in the air like a total slut practically begging him to touch my pussy! It went so well that I decided to see what effect his cock had on me. Down my throat and in my cunt, good and hard. Even lapping his cum out of his wife's pussy after I made her lick his dribbling cum out of mine. Oh my gosh! Does that turn you on, David? I know it does! But I made sure to arrange to pay my debt, even though you thought none was owing. I made sure you got to bend over big-tittied Tracy and fuck her needy holes also, and even make a sperm deposit in her hot little cunt. Proving two can play at that game.

So whatever was holding me back from being dominated by a man, it's safe to say it isn't there anymore. It's less than the shadow of a ghost now. It's time you and I played for real! I'm ready for it. Are you?

With all those encounters, even with John, I was in control. I needed to be, rank newbies that they were. With none of them did I trust them enough to really let got. I want to let go with you.

You don't know this, but I let go with Violet. That spanking I got from her was not planned out in any detail at all. Everything else was planned to a tee. For my spanking, I just told her to do it properly, and boy did she ever! It was scary, but it was so sexy also! I want that with you now. I don't want to be in control at all. I want you to take that control.

Another thing you don't know, my fantasies around you dominating me have gotten dark. Real dark! I want to be spanked to tears. I want to be marked. I want you to use any vicious implement we own on my flesh. I want my ass spanked. But I want my pussy spanked also, and my tits and belly whipped. I want you to call me every dirty word you know: I want to be your bitch, your slut, your dirty little cunt, everything! I want you to punish me for being a whore. And I want you to make me beg for your cock. Beg for it in every hole I have.

Yes, I want to submit to you totally. Submit to having my face fucked. Grab my hair, push my mouth onto you until I gag. Submit to having my cunt slammed. Even submit to having my ass cheeks prised apart and my backdoor stretched and violated by your cock. Use the dildo. Stick two of them in my holes and use your cock in whatever's left over. Whichever way you please, darling, I want to be yours totally!

I know... I can get overly enthusiastic sometimes. You tell me this enough! So take it at your own pace. The first time we do it will not be our last. But know that I am ready for whatever you dish out, and that I crave everything I wrote above. I trust you absolutely. I have never trusted anybody else like this.

I will have the "red" safeword. And for your sake I will have the "yellow" one as well. Fell free to extract a yellow from me if you dare! I will not resent it, and don't you back off too much when you hear it either. I know what I'm asking for. I know how deliciously sore I'll be the next morning, inside and out.

And please don't worry about cumming too soon. I adore your creamy cum on me and in me, whenever it happens. It would be my honour to swallow your ejaculate, my husband, if it comes to that. Afterwards, you can just whip me until your erection comes back. I'll wriggle my ass and pussy nicely for you under your whip to encourage it! I'll take your soft member in my mouth and suck on it like a baby for as long as you want. I want you, hard or soft!

I Love You So Much!!!

Always Your Slutty and Over-Excitable Wife,

Julie

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Well I did it! I delivered my letter to my husband! (see Letter to my Husband).


I checked the blog for any last minute advice around 6pm, and then printed the letter out in red ink. I did not change a thing. It gave me a lot of confidence that it was so well received by you guys. David had made a spot of healthy dinner and we ate that. The letter was burning a hole into the living room Ottoman!

After dinner we tidied up together. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I told him that I wanted to have a talk with him. He looked a bit confused. I never sound like that! "A nice talk!" I went on hastily to add. "Actually, I wrote you a letter. Sort of like a love letter. But kinky. It's on the coffee table."

He said, "should I read it?" Well duh! But I guess it was an unusual situation.

"Yes, please," I said.

So he went in the living room and I followed him. He sat on the couch in front of the letter. He put his feet up on the Ottoman and opened my letter. I was sitting opposite him. Perched cross-legged on a plush sofa chair too big for me.

He read through it quietly. I watched his face for any reactions. There were some smiles, and he looked at me gently during the first part. I blushed! Then he read a section, I think where I said I wanted to revisit the question of him spanking me, he cocked his head, looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and grinned a little. Then he went back to reading. He looked at me once more, right around the time he would have gotten to the part describing how rough I would want him to be with me. I got another look. Kind of like, an appraising look. Oh Boy! My tummy had some serious butterflies by then! He finished up the letter, put it down, and looked at me.

"So... what do you think?" I asked him, probably too desperately.

"I think we need to talk about this," he said.

Oh Shit! I thought. Maybe he doesn't want to? Maybe he thinks I really don't want that and he's going to try to talk me out of it?

"Sure," I said, hiding all those doubts.

"But I think you're overdressed for our conversation," he said. "Take off all your clothes."

Oh My Gosh! It was good! It was going to work out. I was so relieved. He was already getting into it. I was quite sure the conversation would head in the right direction with me buck naked and him fully clothed!

"Yes, Sir," I said. Isn't that what you're supposed to say when you're a woman in my position?

I got up and stripped in front of him. Right down to nuthin'! Then I just stood there, hands at my sides, breasts and bared hairless pussy exposed, waiting for my next order.

He told me to come nearer to him, and to kneel beside him. I did so, kneeling on my haunches right near the couch he was sitting on. He told me he'd read the letter again, out loud this time, and we would talk about each section. Oh Gosh! What a bastard! Why did he think I put it in a letter in the first place?!? All I said was "yes, sir".

So he read aloud every section. After each section he made a little comment. In the parts where I said I loved him, he told me how much he loved me as well. In the parts where I talked about his spankings, he expressed gratitude and said what an amazing wife I was. Where I first said I wanted to be spanked by him, he said it would be his pleasure to scratch my itch (my words from the letter). Where I said I did not want to stop spanking him, he said, "that's good." The conversation was very one-sided so far! When I first mentioned John in the letter, and how understanding he was, he looked me in the eye, held up my chin with his finger, and said that he trusted me "absolutely". I responded that I did him as well. When I wrote more about the John and Tracy incident, and what went down, and our mutual excitement, and how he got to fuck Tracy in the end, he said that he could see how excited I was, that he didn't need to fuck Tracy, but that it was fun since I was there overseeing the action.

When we got to the part of the letter about Violet, he wanted me to say more. He was surprised by how submissive I was being, but thought it was my "girl thing" (he knows I get ridiculously excited around girls!). I had to explain that I did not control the spanking, but only asked her to go full out, as if she was punishing me, as I wanted to experience that complete letting go with her first before doing this with him.

Then he read the two paragraphs aloud about how dark my fantasies were. I was feeling my face and breasts flush as he read my words back to me. I felt a neediness in my pussy as well. He put down the letter and reached out abruptly for my left nipple. He squeezed it, twisted it, and pulled it very hard. The pain was intense, taking my breath away and bringing tears instantly to my eyes. "So you want it rough, do you? Are you sure you can take it?"


"YES SIR!" I yelled out.

He released my left nipple and did a repeat performance, every bit as hard, on my right. "Are you really sure?"

"YES SIR!" I yelled out again. Fuck! Who was this girl??? Who was this man????

He released my nipple. They were both still throbbing from the pain. He caressed my breasts and gently rubbed my aching nipples. He went back and re-read (aloud) the following part of the letter,

I want to be spanked to tears. I want to be marked. I want you to use any vicious implement we own on my flesh. I want my ass spanked. But I want my pussy spanked also, and my tits and belly whipped. I want you to call me every dirty word you know: I want to be your bitch, your slut, your dirty little cunt, everything! I want you to punish me for being a whore. And I want you to make me beg for your cock. Beg for it in every hole I have.

He grabbed for my breast again, and this time squeezed the whole handful. He then echoed the language I had just used, saying something along the lines of, "so, you want to be whipped do you? Whipped like a dirty little whore? Then have your cunt slammed like a tramp? Is that what you want? You want to be my dirty little bitch? Does that make you hot now?"

"Oh yes, Sir," I said.

He told me to spread my knees apart. I did, instantly. He reached his hand down and felt my pussy. He then pushed two fingers into me and started moving them around. I was soooo wet! My pussy made sloppy sounds as he did that. He pulled his fingers out and looked at them, glistening with my cunt juices. "I guess you really do," he said. How humiliating! He brought his fingers to my mouth and had me clean them off. I tasted my own acidic, pungent pussy juices, as I cleaned off his fingers with my mouth.

He read the rest of the letter then. After he read the part about him maybe cumming too soon and it not mattering to me, he said that I'd have bigger things to worry about then when he cums on me.

Then he said, "we're not going to do this tonight."

Ohhhh!!!!

"When are we going to, Sir?" I asked, a little desperately.

"A week today," he said.

"Why a week? Why not tonight??" I asked, and then added "Sir" as an afterthought.

"Because," he started explaining very rationally, "if we do it tonight I won't be able to tease you for a whole week first. And, I need some practice time to be sure you get what you need a week today."

Wow! Good reasoning, I guess!

He went on to explain that for the next week I would be his slave. I would not be allowed to cum until after my beating next week. He said that included diddling myself in front of my computer after he's asleep (drats! he knows about that??). Every evening at bedtime I would select one of our implements, and he would practice with it on me. He would go from lighter to harder, on various body parts, with me in various positions, and I would tell him what it felt like as we went. At the end of the week, he would give me the beating and fucking I craved, and would allow me to cum. Until then I was his bitch and I would do as I was told.

Ok. Parse that. Wow! First, didn't I tell you he was smart? He would figure out how to use the implements on me before the "main event". At the same time, he would keep me in a state of needy submissiveness for an entire week. That is all just... well brilliant! I knew. I KNEW he had it in him! He can be such an intense sub, and in his case it translates into being such an intense Dom. Vice versa for me I guess!

He shot his hand out again for my nipple. I winced away. He grabbed it anyway.

"You don't like this, do you?" he asked as he twisted.

"No sir," I said.

"Do you want me to stop doing it?" he asked

"As you please, Sir," I said. See? I know how a sub should behave!

"What a good little slave you are,' he said. "I'm going to reward you with a spanking now."

He pulled me to standing by my tit, moved himself to the center of the couch, and then pulled me across his knees. He let go of my tit and hugged me tightly into him. I arched my back and stuck up my butt for him. He started slapping my ass. Not hard, but solid. In all the right places! He occasionally stopped to fondle my ass, my pussy, my clit.


And then went back to spanking me. It was not a hard spanking by any stretch, but it was a very nice one! It was a reward for being such a good slave. While I was across his knee, he told me that I'd be gently spanked and fondled like this every day I was his slave. My heart kind of melted at that!

"Ok, up you get!" he said as he delivered his final spank. Holy crap! It was sooo hard! Like a fucking paddle! But harder! Right across my low ass cheeks, right in the middle. It resonated into my pussy and asshole, but my poor butt was top of mind! I stood up and rubbed my rear cheeks where he had just smacked them.

"That last one was very hard, Sir," I commented.

He smiled at me and said that was to remind me to be a good slave, because if I'm a disobedient pet he's quite capable of making every spank like that. Oh Dear! The brute! He wouldn't. Be still my poundy heart!

He told me to go upstairs and to select my first implement. I went up to the bedroom, nursing my sore buns and titties. I selected the riding crop.


I thought I would start easy!

I decided I should lie face down on our bed, with a couple of pillows under my hips. That is how I like to place him and how he likes to be placed. I had the riding crop beside me.

He walked in soon after I was settled. He picked up the crop and he whipped it in the air a bit. He brought it down on my ass. He told me to rate the severity of the strokes from 0 to 10. 0 being a total nothing, and 10 being anything past what I thought I could take, and 9 just at my limit. Very scientific!

The crop never made it above 7. But nor did he whip it nearly as hard as he could have. Probably a good thing! I got it all over on my ass. He asked me questions, like "do you like it here?" when he spanked me higher up and on my flanks and I was allowed to answer no. "How about here?" and so on. He turned me over and used the crop on my breasts and nipples. That got the 7 out of me. Fuck! He used it on my pussy also. Both on my back with my legs low and spread, and also him lifting my legs up high where he got at my pussy again, especially my puffy pussy lips, and also my asshole. When he asked, "is it ok here?" I had to blush and say "yes, Sir". My little holes and titties will get sooo abused this week, not to talk about next Saturday!

And then you know what that shitty bastard did? He ended it. Then he put me on my side, took off his clothes, got behind me like a big spoon, and fucked my pussy until he came.


He KNOWS I can't cum from pussy fucking alone! I tried reaching for my clit but he grabbed my arm and said, "no!" After he came, he wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom to clean up my cunt. He lay me on my back until his cum started dribbling out, then scooped it out with his fingers and fed it to me, smearing it on my face and tits as well. oh yummy. cum.

I guess I am not a Domme anymore. At least not for another week. I am my Husband's slave. I do as he says. I let go. Pain, pleasure, and tease are his to give as he pleases. I am nothing, and I am everything. I am his slave! This isn't hard for me. So many of you thought it would be, but it's not. It's like melting. I have no control. I have no responsibility. I do as I am told. I am intensely sexually aroused the entire time. I am needy for my beating. I am needy to be taken the way a woman should be taken. My pussy aches with anticipation. Aches for his touch. Even if it means crawling across my Master's knee for my spanking in order to earn it.

How will I last a fucking week???!!!

So I'm currently at the end of day 3 of my week long status as my husband's sex slave. I described the events of Saturday evening at Letter Delivered. Today I'll write about Sunday and a bit of Monday.

We started Sunday off with a fucking and a spanking right after breakfast. I deliberately chose to wear my sexy little babydoll robe, and he said I was just askin' for it. You be the judge, it was a bit like this.


He was going to just spank me for being a slut, but when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties he bent me over the kitchen island, and fucked me. He "lubed me" by spitting on his hand and rubbing it across my cunt, though in truth it wasn't much needed! He thrust and thrust and then came inside of me. I had to get on my hands and knees and clean off his messy cock afterwards with my mouth. So demeaning!

And then to add injury to insult, he put me across his knee and spanked my bare bottom, a little bit hard too! But he also fondled my pussy (it didn't need it - the fucking already had me hot). It was a super wet fondle as his cum was dribbling out. It felt sooo good though. But nothing for this little girl.

Later in the day we drove to the market for a bit of grocery shopping. Nothing eventful happened there.

But then on the way home he pulled into a strip mall. I was getting suspicious! He took me into the pet store. We don't own a pet. I was wondering if he was going to buy me a puppy. Naive in retrospect!

He marched me right to the dog collars. He said he was buying one for me. Oh how blushy is that! He wanted my "input" and we selected a pink one (I actually suggested the black one with the big spikes, but he said I couldn't have it).




The he decided he needed to see if it fit, right then and there in the shop. I was blushing so much! There were a few people around who caught a glimpse at us, but I guess everybody was too embarrassed to stare. So fucking embarrassing! Then he got a long skinny pink leather lead to go with it, and attached it on as well.


He said that his little puppy needed to learn to come to heel. He took the handle end of the lead, and whipped my ass once with it (over my tight jeans). I yelped. he decided the set would do nicely for me. Then he used the lead to guide me to the front of the store to the cashier.

I swear to God It was so embarrassing, but it was also a huge giggle for me. I stood straight and tall, my breasts jutting out, proud of my Master's collar around my neck. I figured, why fight it?

There was a guy at the checkout desk, a young man, probably early twenties. Well his mouth kind of hung open. David said, "looks good on her, don't you think?" He gulped and half-heartedly agreed with him. "She'll wear it home," David said. "Ummm... I need to scan it," he said. David told me to kneel down on the floor. I immediately did, back straight tits out! David found the tag which was sort of buried under the collar and brought it out so the guy could scan it with the portable thingy on a wire as I strained forward. Did the same with the lead. David paid. There was another guy working at the shop, an older fatter guy, who came up to the cash beside the kid and just stared. David gave a yank on my leash and said "up!" I quickly stood. He gave it another tug and said, "heel!" and we walked out of the store, David leading me, me at his heel, literally. Oh My Gosh!

David and I laughed about it afterwards in the car. It was SUCH an adrenaline rush. I was such a good little puppy too! He told me I needed to keep the collar on whenever I was home alone with him, and I needed to ask his permission to remove it regardless. I'm wearing it now. He won't let me take it off at night. It's a constant reminder to me of what's coming.

Thank goodness he didn't tell me to wear it to work. I don't think I could have, and so it would have ruined our vibe. But this is why I trust him. He knows it's not practical, so he doesn't tell me to. And I find it sexy having his collar around my neck, even if it is a bit hot and chafes a bit.

At bedtime I was sent up ahead of him to undress (except for my collar he was quick to point out), and to select the implement he was to try out on me tonight. Because of a letter I received from a reader, I chose our flogger.


It's pretty heavy. There are 16 tails on it. Some kind of leather. Substantial handle. The business end is maybe 18 inches long? It was expensive, from a leather shop. I was told that if used properly on me that "I will become embarrassingly aroused being beaten", and potentially reduced "to a mound of quivering jelly". My source for this information is unimpeachable in my opinion. I know a bit the possible effects from having used it on him. Pain mixed with pleasure. You will think me very silly, but I was excited for my flogging all day long!

I put down several pillows and climbed up over them, belly down, ass high. David played with the flogger at first, dragging it down my skin from my neck to my ankles, making a brief stop between my ass cheeks and at my pussy, where he dangled the tips against the already puffy-feeling lips of my vagina.

"Zero, Sir, but I love it!" I volunteered, using his numerical rating system for how hard the strokes felt.

Then he started to whip my ass cheeks in what must have been a lazy figure eight pattern. That was like a 2. I actually liked it when the very tips of the flogger went between my cheeks and onto my pussy. He then moved up to my shoulder blades and flogged me there. "Do up like it there?" he asked. "Yes Sir!" I said. He started going harder. It was still ok, maybe a 5. He brought it back down to my ass and flogged me harder there as well. I was squirming on my pillow. He noticed that. He turned the topmost pillow onto its edge so I was humping it. Then he started whipping my cheeks and my legs from the side, snapping the flogger down onto me with harder strokes, thought still not so hard. 6 maybe. I could feel the pillow pushing into me, and I must have looked like this girl!


"You little slut," he said, "don't you dare cum." The he whipped my ass more. His strokes got harder and harder until they were hurting, "8 Sir!" I yelled out. 8 was pretty hard. 9 is supposed to be my limit, 10 is too hard, as per Sir's instructions.

"You've had enough fun with that pillow, you dirty whore," he said. When he uses words like that, it thrills me. He took the pillow away and made me roll over, removing the other pillows. He gave me a pillow and told me to hold it over my face, and to keep my arms away from my breasts. Oh Shit!

The he started whipping my breasts lightly. OMG. It's indescribable! I wanted that whip so bad that it was making my pussy ache! "You like this!" said David, surprised and amused. I moaned and cried out as he whipped me with his flogger. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He kept checking in each time he went a bit harder. Those 16 tips, all over my breasts, reaching all parts at once! First one breast and then the other. My nipples the most sensitive part. The fat of my breasts the most erotic for me.

He took the pillow from me and told me to spread my legs widely. He whipped my belly (as I had asked him to in my letter) and down towards my cunt. He did not go too hard. He went down to my legs, and flogged my inner thighs, so close to my pussy! He re-positioned himself nearer my head looking essentially vertically down my body and whipped my pussy, wrapping the tips of his flogger lightly around my cunt. I went involuntarily to close my legs but he told me to "keep them open, slut!" He went harder and harder until I gave him an 8. I did not want to hand out a 9. I wanted to leave room for him. It was so hard to keep my legs spread as he whipped me like that, but when he saw them start to close a little I got a hard whipping to my inner thigh for my troubles, and immediately spread them again!

I kinf of "broke" at that point, and started begging, "Please Sir! Please fuck my sore pussy with your hard cock!"

He finished up by dangling the tips of the flogger against my pussy, making me shimmy dance under it and shove my cunt up towards it.

"Not tonight," he said. "You can have that later."

Ohhhhhhh!

He sent me off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I touched my clit a little while peeing. It felt soooo good! But it wasn't allowed.

We went to bed together. We kissed. I could feel his hard cock against me. I reached for his erection. "May I Sir," I asked, "in my mouth?" He said yes. I went down on him. I sucked him with my lips and stroked him with my hand and was rewarded with a big mouthful of hot cum. I swallowed it down and gently cleaned him off more with my mouth, then came back up to him and thanked him.

This switching is making our sex lives nuts!

After we separated from our cuddling I slipped out of bed and went to the computer. I've always stayed up late. I think I need less sleep than most.

Next morning I asked him if he would please remove my collar, as I needed to get ready for work. He obliged. I showered and got myself ready.

Before I left for work he stopped me for one more thing. I have an iWatch, with a changeable clock face. It's usually on a more elegant watch face. He's made me set it to Minnie Mouse for the week.


He tells me every time I look at my watch, I should remember what I have coming.

I was checking the time all day long, believe me, and getting a little rush each time. Even in meetings with others present. Oh my gosh! Such a slut!

We're still nowhere near the main event. Thinking about that makes me soo excited still. I know now that David will do it right. I am expecting a fully consensual, safe, sane, wife-beating! That is so bad!

Sooo excited! I'm getting my husband-beating tomorrow evening! Yay!


It's been a long fun week. The story starts at Am I Sick in the Head?, where these dark desires to be dominated popped out of my brain, continues in Letter to my Husband where I compose a letter asking him to dominate me, and goes on in Letter Delivered and Collared and Flogged. David has really stepped up. He decided to make me wait a week during which time he is essentially practicing his domination of me. And let me tell you, every day has been eventful!

1. Saturday
   Read the letter, nipples twisted, spanked, cropped, fucked, fed his cum.
2. Sunday
   Fucked, spanked, publicly collared and leashed, flogged, blow job, swallow.
3. Monday
   Stripped, collared, spanked, caned, fucked, fed his cum.
4. Tuesday
   Stripped, collared, plugged, spanked, strapped, face fucked, swallow.
5. Wednesday
   Fucked, stripped, collared, plugged, spanked, paddled.
6. Thursday
   Stripped, collared, spanked, dildoed, belt whipped, blow job, swallow.
7. Friday
   I don't know... he's not home yet!

I have omitted most of the titty abuse, as that has been quite constant! David has been putting me into my pink doggy collar and leash as soon as he gets home. He first makes me strip to naked and kneel in front of him while he attaches first my collar, and sometimes my leash. He has been lately been taking them off before bed to give me a bit of a break.

I'll tell you, though, David has a bit of a doggy fetish.



He makes me crawl around on all fours while he holds my leash. He sometimes whips my bum with the end of my leash. He's made me bend down, ass up, and lap water from a bowl while he "pets" me. He even made me pee in the bathtub once, down on all fours, one leg raised. Weird! I'll have to ask if he's into that, subby side, when clear of this. The peeing was only once though, so far.

Usually after the collaring and bit of doggy play, it's been across his knee for my daily spanking. These are kind of medium hard, enough to make my bum blush, but not much more. I always get my pussy fondled here as well, and teased about my submissiveness and what is yet to come. On two occasions he took the opportunity, with me across his knee, to stick a butt plug into me before my spanking. He says he's stretching me out for Saturday.


On Thursday he fucked my pussy with my own dildo while spanking me.

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Soooo close to cumming!!!!

He's had at least one orgasm every single day, either from pussy fucking me, or face fucking me, or a blow job. In every case, though, I've been made to guzzle his cum. He tells me I'm his "cute little cum bucket".

David's been trying out various implements of my own choosing on me. So far I have chosen the crop, the flogger, the Delrin cane, the strap (tawse), the paddle, and the belt. Tonight I will have to choose the final implement. I am intending to choose the switch (all ready to go!).

He has not been too hard on me with the implements. He tries them out on various parts of me with increasing intensity and I give him an indication. If it seems ok, he strikes harder and I give him a numerical score. He has not gone past an eight yet. I only get one eight in any given position and then he backs off. So not brutal by any means. But I have been whipped all over, tits and pussy included!

I'll tell you what about my pussy though, and this has been brutal!!! I have been forbidden from cumming all week long. And with all the sexiness and teasing all week long, I have been in a constant state of arousal, meaning wet, puffy, and tingly whenever he is near (and sometimes when he is not, like when I glance at my Minnie Mouse watch at work.) He says I will be allowed my orgasms on Saturday night, after I have been sufficiently well beaten and fucked, and have begged for it to his complete satisfaction. I plan on begging up a storm!

Crop and flogger work everywhere. Delrin cane is definitely for ass and high leg backs (if that!) only. Likewise for the strap. I can imagine both of those being absolutely brutal if he wants. the paddle I was more familiar with. Ass and high legs only. Belt is more versatile. He belt whipped my pussy and asshole with the single tailed end. Not suitable for breasts, though! When doubled up and swung hard, it's more like the strap.

Tonight we will experiment with a switching. I think they might be able to be used everywhere, but painfully! He had to go out on a work-social thing and said he would try to be home by 8pm (10 minutes from now). I pretty much know what will happen. He will strip me himself and make me kneel. He will then attach my collar. He might attach the leash and make me crawl around a bit. At the end, I will have to crawl across his lap for my naked spanking. While there he will tease my pussy. He might plug my ass, or dildo me. Then he will take the switches for a spin on my body in the bedroom.

Before bed, unless he is saving himself for tomorrow, I will be required to present my pussy to him for a fucking, or sexually service him with my mouth. I don't think I am in for an ass fucking tonight. He's only stretched me with plugs so far. I'm pretty sure it will happen tomorrow, though. I know he enjoys fucking my ass. For my pussy fuckings, it has always been from behind. My hair is pulled, his hand is around my neck, or my tits are mauled during it. It is hard and fast and quick. And then he scoops out his cum and makes me eat it, smearing me on my face as he does it and calling me a little whore.

This is all leading up to tomorrow, where he has promised me a wife-beating and a raping that I will not soon forget. As a Woman, as a Feminist, as a Dominatrix, as a Strict Wife, I am horrified that I am looking forward to it so much! Please wish me luck!

Oh Shit! I hear him at the door... Gotta run! Excuse the typos, will proofread later!

It happened! Was a little sore afterwards, in a glowy sort of way, but my husband manned up and treated me to a grade-A wife beating (with fabulous orgasms!).

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I am "for"!

Yes, I am "trolling" with my phrase "wife beating". Did I do it correctly? FYI: consensual beatings only, please (and safe, never understood the "sane" part - nothing sane about it!)

Let's rewind the clock a bit, however, and pick things up from where we left off Friday evening, as described in My Beating is Tomorrow!!!.

David got home at 8pm from a work event just as I was putting the final touches on the aforementioned blog entry. I hit Submit quickly without proof reading, and had to go back later to fix-up a few typos. Felt in the mood to "Submit", I guess :-)

I was downstairs to greet him in a shot! I threw myself at him and kissed him. He kissed me back and then undressed me, just like that. He reached down and fondled me. Down there. I was so horny!!!!  No "O"s for a week! Felt so excited pressed up to him naked like that, him all dressed feeling me up: tits, pussy, and ass. Tongue down my throat...

He wasted no time and pulled me over his knee and spanked me. He forgot to collar me! What does a subby girl say when Master forgets to collar her??? 'Nuthin in my case!

He has not missed a single day spanking me naked across his knee.


His spankings have been invariably gentle and teasing. Enough to make my bum blush and no more. They have been accompanied by lots of pussy teasing, which has been driving me wild. I've gotten to the point where I want to throw myself across his knee for my spanking just for the chance to have my pussy played with! I was a very desperate little girl!!!

After my spanking I knelt at his feet and said, "Sir, may I have my collar, please?" He laughed at me and said of course, and he apologized to me for forgetting to collar me. He said he was too excited to see me across his knee. I fetched my collar quickly and handed it to him. It went on and it felt nice.

"What's on the menu for tonight?" he asked me, referring to the spanking menu. Switches!


He took me upstairs and put me face down on the bed, no pillows this time. He picked up one of the switches I had prepared for him. He started whipping me gently from my ankles to my shoulders. Ouch! Stingy! He made them a bit harder on my butt and I called out a number, five. A little harder still. "Seven, Sir."

He had me turn face up, and again went lightly from ankle to breasts. He made me spread my legs, and switched the insides of my thighs a little bit harder. "Six, Sir". He went back up to my breasts, and switched them a little harder too. "Seven Sir!" Right on my nipple! He chuckled and whipped his way lightly down towards my pussy. Then he switched my pussy. Oh my gosh that stung! I begged off with another Seven!

He then lay down next to me in bed, and said that tomorrow was the big day. He said he had a pretty good idea of what I could take. I asked him if he would give it to me hard, make me suffer. He promised he would. I asked him to please use as filthy language as he wants with me, to abuse me, and to "rape me""against my will". He promised he would be nasty as could be with me. I was looking forward to it and he came through for me!

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We woke up on Saturday morning. David was out of bed and made me breakfast of all things. When I came down, he said he was pampering his little pet today, in preparation for what would happen tonight. No collar and I did not ask.

The day was delightfully uneventful. I had a lot of time to think about what I had coming. David had made us an early dinner reservation at a favourite restaurant. They serve oysters. He ordered two dozen to get started. Malpeques from Prince Edward Island here in Canada with a dry, flinty glass of Sancerre white wine. Delicious together! He fed me my oysters. They are a very sexy food. Like a vagina... He also ordered dinner for us both. Fillet Mignon with a good bottle of Bordeaux wine. He really was spoiling me! He said I needed my red meat for tonight. Him too.

Throughout a substantial part of dinner, the topic of conversation was my upcoming beating! I was so embarrassed! We had to snuggle and keep our voices down as the restaurant was crowded. He described what he would do, from start to end. He said he would start with my butt. Various implements. He would move on to my tits, and whip them hard. Then onto my pussy, where he planned to really give it to me. He kept asking me questions, like "do you want it hard?" and I answered "Yes, Sir". "Do you want me to call you a dirty little whore while I do it?" It was rhetorical question, but I answered in the affirmative anyways, blushing up a storm, saying, "Yes, Sir, I want you to call me your slut, your bitch, your dirty little..."

"HOW'S EVERYTHING!?" the waitress asked, mid-sentence! Sort of snuck up on me. What did she hear?? I managed to stammer out "f..f..fine, thank you."

"WELL YOU LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, NOW!" and off she went. Very uncharacteristic in a decent restaurant like that. This week David and I have been greeting one another with a "HOW'S EVERYTHING?!?" and we break each other up. Yuck Yuck.

We went home after our dinner, and even a spot of dessert. When we got home he looked at me and said, "I won't ask if you're sure about this, I know you are. Remember, Yellow and Red," he added, reminding me of my safewords. "Yes, Sir," I nodded vigorously. I was sooo horny!!!

We went upstairs. He stripped me naked himself. He told me to go to the bathroom and get myself ready for him. "Every hole," he said. Oh My Gosh! So embarrassing! "Take your time, call me when you think you're ready."'Think' I'm ready... oh boy!

When I was showered and clean, inside and out, and made myself a bit pretty, I went down, all butt naked, and approached him in the living room where he was reading a book.

He pulled me over his shoulder and stood up! THAT was a surprise. He smacked my ass and carried me up the stairs. I'll have to congratulate his new trainer. I'm a handful!

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Not quite built like this guy! But this was the idea. This was a photo I once used to humiliate him! This reminded me of it. Now who's gettin' humiliated?

I 'kinda liked being carried like a sack of potatoes, even while afraid he might drop me or bump my head. He did neither. I decided to challenge him a little. I beat on his back with my little fists and said "don't you dare! Put me down, you brute!" OUCH! I got a hard smack on my ass for my troubles!

He carried me to the bedroom and tossed me down on the bed. "This is NOT ok!" I said. "You DO NOT have permission to smack my ass like that!"

He pushed me down on the bed with one hand bearing down on my neck while the other one twisted my nipple hard and said, "shut up, bitch, you'll take whatever I give you!"

Oooooh! Well I had asked for nasty. No going back on that now. I just didn't think he would actually do it. He NEVER speaks like that! And he was acting very aggressive on top.

"no... please..." I said meekly.

"You'll beg me for my cock before we're done, you little whore!"

"Never," I said. "I'll never let you fuck me. Never!"

"We'll see about that!"

That was more or less the exchange, or else how my torrid imaginings can best reconstruct it now!

He sat at the side of the bed and he pulled me over his knee. None too gently! He started spanking me with his hand. Harder strokes this time.  He went harder and harder and harder and finally I yelled out "yellow!" With just his hand! What a pussy I am! He kept spanking, but took the edge off. Then he started playing with my pussy. "Don't you dare touch me there!" I said, indicating I was ready for more.

He picked up the paddle. Oh oh. He started in with my paddling. He started easier, built the intensity, backed off, built it up again, and so on. He knows how to spank! Then he went harder, and harder, and harder... I was sensing a pattern. "Yellow!" and he slowed down again, but still kept paddling.

I didn't know about this yellow stuff. Gives me too much control and lets him too much off the hook! I thought I would mess with him: "Why do you always slow down like a pussy when I say the word yellow?" I asked him innocently. He laughed at me, "why do you say the word yellow?" That was left unanswered, but he got the message, and he didn't keep driving deliberately to my yellow on every subsequent implement!

He took me off his knee and made me kneel up on the bed, facing the headboard. He made me put my hands on top of my head. He arranged four pillows right in front of me. He started stroking me all over. fondling my breasts, my ass, my pussy, my thighs, my tummy.


He gave me a hard smack across my ass and guided me down across the pillows. "Time for the strap," he told me.

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Feeling very vulnerable, spanked and paddled ass up for a belting!

My poor buns!!!! I saw him slide off his belt from around his waist and double it up. I buried my head into the bedsheets. He whipped my ass. Boy did he ever! Legs also! He did not take me to yellow this time, but darned close.

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Look at this poor girl! Just look at her! Should any woman ever be subject to a beating like this from her husband??? It's medieval!

He threw the belt down and got the strap. The tawse to be exact.


I know this strap very well, but only from the other end of it! I would be learning its ways tonight...

He whipped me full across my ass. SHIT! I grimaced in pain, I looked back angrily and said, "Is that all you've got, you cocsucker!"

I know why I said it at the time, I just can't believe I did! I was angwy... it hurt...

"We'll see who's the cocksucker," he said, and started strapping me one after the other.

"No! Please! No more!" I begged.

"Who's a cocksucker?" he asked.

"Not you, Sir! Not you!" I answered, thinking better of my plan!

"I'm making you into my little cocksuker, bitch. Beg me for my cock in your trampy mouth. Beg me!"

YES YES YES! THIS was sooo exciting. THIS was what I wanted. EXACTLY! 

"No Sir! Please! Not that! Please!!!"

"I won't stop whipping you with this strap until you agree to be my cocksucker, whore," he said.

I held out while he strapped me good. When it got too much, I begged for his cock in my mouth to put an end to it.

He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off the bed and onto the floor on my knees. No gentle caresses on my bottom or anything. Just down on the floor and to work. My ass still screamed at me from my strapping. Is this any way to motivate a girl, I ask you?

He unfastened and unzipped his pants. His penis was hard. I took him into my mouth and started sucking his cock. I know how to make him cum quickly, especially if I involve my hands. I kept them down, and just sucked, elongating his time. When he was close, and was thrusting into me a bit, he grabbed my hair again and pulled me off him. "That'll do for now, slut. I'm not done with you," he said.

He picked up the Delrin cane, and he whipped it through the air.


"For being such a cocksucking slut, you get the cane now."

The dirty language again (still) sent a jolt through me. That kind of language has always turned me on when I used it on him, and it's turning me on being used on me as well. I guess we like what we like and what's good for the Goose is good for the Gander.

He arranged a pillow over the foot of the bed (a bit of a wooden structure) and made me bend over it, cheeks high. He was not overly brutal with the cane, but I sure did feel it! This was me:

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I sympathize!

The worst part was holding position when I just wanted to run away! The cane thwacks, then nothing, then burn!

"I don't like the cane, Sir," I managed to whimper out.

"You're not meant to like it," he said, "you're meant to learn to obey."

"Yes Sir!"

After a round dozen he stopped and said "that red ass is turning me on, I want to fuck your cunt, Princess. Do you submit?"

Princess? Moi? "Fuck you!" I said. THWACK! "Fuck who?" he asked. "fuck you..." I said, a bit less forcefully. THWACK! again. "No, fuck me, fuck me!" I said. Those two strokes were mean. They left marks! That'll learn me!

He put down the cane. I saw him take off his pants and shorts. He felt my cunt. It was wet. He moved some of the wet inside to the outside. Then he put his cock against me and shoved his dick into me.


Oh My! That felt nice by comparison to getting my bum beat. I could feel his body bumping into my whipped red ass. David only gave me a dozen or so thrusts and then pulled out. "Stay!" he ordered. He went to the bedroom drawer and got out my new dildo. the one Violet had used on me.


He stuck it in my cunt and started hand fucking me with it. He went to my side, put his arm around my waist, and started playing with my clit with his other hand. Then he started talking dirty to me.

"You remember this dildo, slut? This is the one your Mistress Violet fucked you with, isn't it? Did you enjoy that, you little cunt? Answer me when I ask you a question!"

"Yes Sir!"

"You little lesbo whore. I'll teach you a lesson, you won't forget tonight. I'm going to whip your tits, and whip your pussy, and then fuck you in the ass and cum inside your dirty little corn hole."

As he said this he kept fucking me with that dildo and diddling my clit, and well, with the state I was in... I came. I screamed as I came. I confess that I came imagining it was Violet fucking me. His fault! When I couldn't take it anymore I flattened myself down on the pillow. He pulled the dildo out of me.

"Get up on the bed and roll over," he told me, "put your hands above your head". He wasn't done with me yet! Good thing. I was still horny as hell!

I rolled over. He got the crop and he started whipping my tits with it.


Not very hard, but they're very delicate! Especially so after I'd just cum. Extra sensitive nippies. He had me writhing in exquisite pain. He took the crop and he moved it down towards my pussy.

"Spread your legs, let me see that filthy cunt of yours."

I did as I was told, spreading my legs, and he applied the crop directly onto my pussy lips. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, and it was agonizing, even as light as he was going. I almost considered calling yellow, but knew he wasn't hurting me, it was just that I was so sensitive. I decided to tough it out!

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No clothespins, thank goodness! Now who's "pussy whipped" in the family?

I started to get excited again. I actually got excited as he was whipping my cunt lips!

And in case it turns you on, or anything, you should know that I'm 'kinda blushing as I write this! I mean how submissive can I get??? You are all witness to my testimony of my husband whipping my cunt with a riding crop and me actually enjoying it! But writing it is turning me on. Knowing you will read it. Knowing I got my exhibitionist little cunt whipped!

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Yes, this is me and my pussy... An older photo that was a dare. Thought you should see it. See what was getting whipped.

Now, I'm really blushing as I have to describe this next part. He tells me to put my hands down to my pussy, and to spread apart my cunt lips. Wide. I reach down (slut!) and grab my labia, and pull it apart. "Wider!" he says. I pull it wider apart, until it hurts. My inner folds and my clit are exposed to the open air. He whips them!

I involuntarily close my legs. "Open them bitch! Grab that cunt. Pull it wide. Wider! I'm not nearly done whipping that dirty lezzie cunt! I'll teach you to get excited by a girl-fucking!"

Oh Gosh! I do feel very dirty for that. I get hyper excited thinking about girls. It's so wrong. He knows me so well.

He finally puts down the crop. He picks up a switch. I get switched all up and down the front of my body, like the day before. Including tits and cunt (of course). Not much harder than the day before. But hard enough to sting me everywhere. Like little bitey bees.

He puts the switch down and picks up the flogger.


Again he visits the whole front of my body. He spends a good amount of time flogging my tits.


I am helpless as he flogs me. The girls are getting pretty sore by now!

He spins me around sideways on the bed and makes me pull my legs back from my knees. He wants me like this...


Open and exposed. With me sideways on the bed, he takes turns flogging my pussy from my ass end and my head end. From my ass end the top of my pussy gets it more and my low tummy. From the head end, it's my lower vagina and asshole as the flogger wraps around. I'm a good girl. I hold my legs open despite the increasing pain. I am crying out as my pussy and asshole get flogged. It seems to egg him on more.

He says, "I'm going to stick Violet's dildo in your cunt while I fuck your ass, you little whore. First I'm going to make sure they're good and sore for me. Nothing less than you deserve."

He keeps whipping me more. "No More! Please Sir!" I say.

He flogs me harder. Every stroke makes me cry out. "Stop!! PLEASE!!!"

"Did you say 'more on my asshole'?" he asks.

"NO!!!!"

He keeps whipping it!

"Getting that dirty little corn hole nice and ready for my cock. I'm going to split you, bitch! You'll feel every fucking thrust until I cream you, girl." [or something along those lines. My memory fails me!]

I was determined not to say yellow until I could stand absolutely no more on this, my penultimate trial. He stops before I say it.

He tells me to keep my legs spread where they are. He returns with Violet's dildo and with my Hitachi. He sticks Violet back into me (ouch!) and then turns on the Hitachi and pushes it on my clit (ouch! ouch! ouch! It's just been so abused already). He hand fucks me with Violet.

"You fucking bastard!" I say. It hurts so much after my whipping. I am so sore. My ass, my tits, my cunt especially! And the Hitachi is so powerful. It hurts. But then I can feel myself getting close. "You fucking bastard!" I yell out again as I cum in two powerful waves.

He keeps Violet inside of me. He flips me over and shoves some pillows under my hips. He grabs the lube and starts lubing my asshole.

"No! Please! No!" I beg. This is it. I'm about to be ass fucked in my sore tight hole!

"I told you what you're getting. You're getting ass fucked, slut. Ass fucked until I cum so deep into your rectum that you'll be shitting my sperm for a week." [Yes... I confess I don't remember everything exactly as he said it, but he definitely said that!]

He positioned himself at the entrance and slowly started pushing in. Oh Fuck it's painful! Getting my little backdoor hole stretched like that. Still stingy from the flogger. Finally the head is in, and then everything else follows inexorably until he is deep in me. He slowly fucks my ass. My Violet pussy is deep in my cunt. I'm lying on it, pushing it in deeper. David grabs the Hitachi again and shoves it under my clit. Now I am lying on it as well. He's doing it again. Bastard!

"Are you going to cum again, slut? Cum with my cock up your ass?"

"Yes Sir! I am Sir!" I had to admit, ass fucked and everything, because for sure number three was on its way! I came before he did, and I think my orgasmic screaming egged him on because he came just after, into my asshole as he promised he would.

"Holy Shit!" I said.

"Good sex," he said nonchalantly. Ha!

We lay there for a bit. He stroked me and kissed me tenderly. All over where the whip had gone. Nice aftercare. He kissed my pussy and I felt myself get a little aroused. He noticed and licked, but I pulled him up. "No more! Please! RED!" I finally said. No more orgasms. I couldn't take another. My Man had defeated me!

I was so sore that night. Pleasantly sore. Tingly so. I had a bath to try to ease myself, but it was not very helpful. David was sympathetic, but not sorry. He knew I had asked and received.

Next morning my ass was ok, but my pussy and tits were still sore. It was Sunday, so I got to relax.

I declared a spanking and sex moratorium for the week. I am planning to take a week off, where David and I can normalize our relationship back to being equals. After that, I plan on moving Topside again.

Being subby was an amazing lark. I would do it again. But it's sort of like if you like, say, peaches and oranges. You like them both, but you might have a special fondness for peaches. It does not mean you will never eat an orange again if they are always offered together, just that you really like peaches. I'm the same way. Topping is my peach. I like oranges plenty, but I really like peaches!


Looking forward to being back on the other end of the whip!