My older sister Sue and I thought it would be a nice idea to co-domme my husband this weekend.


As you long-time readers know, this is nothing new, but it does wax and wane depending on how busy we all are and Sue's interest level. While she clearly enjoys it, I tend not to bug her about it and wait for a hint from her to set something up.

Hint received. Actually, more than hint, a straight out request: "Hey, we haven't dommed david for a while now. This weekend?" How's that for a hint?

We then discussed what we wanted to do with him. She specifically requested feminine garb for him, spanking of course, and watching me peg him! She says she enjoys staring him in the eye and teasing him as he takes it from me in the bum!!!

Any additional ideas/suggestions from you guys and gals? A comment I just read suggested making him take the breast from me. I'm thinking as if he was a baby, sitting on my lap, a blanket covering his head, him sucking as I chat with Sue. That might be nice towards the end!

Should he get to cum? Sue is no stranger to "giving him a hand."

All responses welcome!

Thank you everybody for all the great ideas from my last blog entry Sister Play this Weekend. I took a whole bunch of your suggestions and made them happen last Saturday with sista' Sue.

If you haven't been following, my older sister Susan phoned saying we hadn't co-dommed david in an age, and did I want to on the weekend? Don't need to ask me twice! She especially requested that he be feminized and pegged while she watched. I am liking the stepping it up from Sue! With spankings from the both of us thrown in of course. I also asked for creative suggestions from you guys and gals last week and got a boatload. Thank you again!

After I read the comments on the last blog and digested them, I decided what I wanted to do, and I cleared it all with Sue (well, almost all, as you will read). I particularly wanted a "breast feeding" from me for david in there. Sue was ok with it... (a bit dubious... but ok). I suggested that for taking his spanking and pegging "like a baby" (inevitable), we would diaper him and make him suck on my breast as Sue "lent a hand". Sue actually agreed. It makes her giggle to make hubby spurt, and tickled her funny bone to do it into his diaper. I love that! And double giggle at the thought of him in a diaper and with his head under a baby blanket sucking on my nipple while she reaches into his diaper to make him squirt (!!!). I love my twisted kinky sister.

Sue and I brainstormed ideas as to what the "disciplinary excuse" could be for his feminization and pegging. His inability to control his ejaculation is a nice one I haven't used in quite this way before. So we decided that on the night before I would actually let david fuck me (after getting him very excited with my hand and mouth first) and pretend I was for once getting close to cumming from his cock in me (a funny conversation to have with one's sister, for sure!) Of course he would blow his load in my pussy before I got there. I would then be mad at him, and promise him a punishment to fit the crime next day. Even agreed that immediately after his embarrassing performance, that I would call Sue right then and there and tell her about it and we would discuss and "agree" on his punishment while he listened!!! Sue was fully in the loop and thumbs up, and david would be kept in the dark.

Evil plotting sisters we are!

So Friday night I take my man to bed. We are both naked. I'm stroking him and sucking him off, and he's getting very excited. I tell him to lie down on his back, and I get up on him cowgirl style, and lower my pussy around his cock.


"This is nice..." I tell him. I start squeezing him with my pussy and rocking and riding him. "Oh my gosh! I think I'm actually going to cum!" I say. I never cum from cock alone, and this time is no different. I'm faking it. I start moaning and writhing more and more. david suddenly gets this panicked look in his eyes, and then his face screws up and he busts his nut inside of me. Ha!

"Did you fucking cum?!?" I asked him rhetorically. "Sorry," he says. He doesn't know I'm playing. "I was so fucking close!!! For once in your life! Arghhh!"

He repeats, "sorry" again. His cock softens and kind of just slips out of me. I move up towards his head, plop my pussy down on his face, and say, "clean it!" none too gently. He licks me out and swallows down his own load, or at least as much as he could get and that dribbled out onto him.

"Let me make you cum with my tongue," he begs.

"No!" I say as I get up off him and go to the bathroom. "I'm angry with you," I add. My poor baby!

I go back to bed and get under the covers on my side. "Can I make it up to you?" he asks. He's serious. I'm still acting.

"No!" I say.

"Come on..." he whines.

"Ok then. A punishment. A real one." I answer.

"Yes ma'am," he says, reverting to his subby self.

"No. I mean really real. Beat your ass black and blue real. In fact, in front of Sue. I'll get Sue to come and watch and help. And I'll tell her exactly why this is happening to you. Agreed?"

"Yes ma'am," he confirms.

From having debriefed with him afterwards, I know what was going through his mind. He genuinely thought I was close to cumming and that I was disappointed with him (sucker!). He knows that a "punishment" with Sue present is not punishment, it's a treat. But he found it hard to reconcile the one thought with the "real punishment", and was worried that the session would be totally unpleasant for him (Sue and I once had a friend over and the three of us caned him until he could barely cry anymore Husband Caned to Tears - like that).

"Fine then, this weekend, if I can arrange it with Sue, you're going to pay for your lack of control," I tell him, "no joke."

"Oh.. you never minded before..." he said. Whining little bitch.

"I've never been so close to cumming before!"  I grab my cellphone and I dial Sue. david hears my half of the conversation. It went something like this:

"You won't believe it. So we're having intercourse... No, him in me for once, and I'm actually close, which you know never happens, and then guess what happens... exactly. You know him well. I told him I'm going to whip his bitch ass black and blue on the weekend and was wondering if you wanted to help?... Of course you're always welcome!... ah ha... ah ha... no, if you want to use the cane you use the cane, he has no say... Aha? Yes! Very fitting! If he can't be a man, we'll make him take it like a woman! Perfect! Saturday good? What time? We can make that work. See you then! Bye!"

I hang up and I turn to david and with an evil grin I say, "now you're in trouble, Sue wants to help."

"Ohhhh," he groaned.

I wanted to rub it in a bit, leave him thinking about what would be done to him.  "You know what else she says? She says if you can't be a man in the bedroom she thinks you should be made to take it like a girl. All dressed up. Your ass beaten. Then the strap-on while she watches. She says seeing as you're certainly not a man in the bedroom, we're going to treat you like a little bitch instead. And I'm promising you that I'm going to make you take it so long and so hard that you're going to learn the meaning of 'staying power', and wish you had a lot more of it, mister."

"noooo please," he says.

"Oh yes." NOW I'm smiling. "TEN whole minutes. By the timer. Not one second less. Right to the hilt every time. And that's after an epic spanking from the both of us and five minutes of deep throating first. You're going to learn your lesson this time."

"But honey, you know I can't fix it... we tried!" (OMG... how pathetic is that????)

In a softer tone I say something along the lines of, "I know you've been either unable or unwilling to fix it. I don't care which. You are going to be punished for it, regardless. Maybe you get more motivated? I don't really care. Normally I like tongue anyways, but I was SO FUCKING CLOSE this time."

I'm kind of feeling bad about this, but I'll make it up to him with a great scene and a lot of great aftercare. It will be worth it for him for the experience of the "legit" punishment.

But then, you won't believe what he says next. This is the part that sort of convinced me the most I was really fucking with him.

"But when John did it, you didn't cum then, and he lasted, no?"

Bring that up????? WTF!!! He's referring to an incident around the new year where I got a little subby and played with a girlfriend of mine, Tracy, and her husband, John. I actually let John fuck me. If you missed it, you can read about it at Schoolgirl Punishment (part five).

"Of course I didn't cum! He was fucking my brains out! Not gently! But he kept at it as long as I wanted, and he came into me exactly when Tracy told him to. If I wanted to ride him to an orgasm I would have been able to. He wouldn't have cum within the first thirty freaking seconds!"

"You can be with him again if you want. It's ok with me..." said david. Awwwww! He had not said it in a mean spirited way. He had encouraged me to do it the first time. He genuinely wanted to make sure I got what I needed. What a little cuck. It probably turns him on. But I had all I needed with my david.

"No, baby. All I need is you. And all I want is you. The situation just frustrates me sometime. We'll get you a dildo that fits over your penis, or something like that. And as you get older you might still slow down. In the meantime, my sister and I are just going to give you some extra motivation. It probably won't solve the problem, but at least I won't be so frustrated afterwards." I kissed him on the forehead and with that we shut down for the night.

So at this point, in his mind, it's one of these half scene half real sorts of things. In my mind it was all scene of course. The half real in his mind meant he was would be in for a very embarrassing, painful, and long Saturday afternoon. His sister-in-law would witness every humiliating second of it, and know it was for his very real bedroom shortcomings. Exactly the sort of real bedroom shortcomings that would rule him out of contention as a bed partner for a good half the female population. I mean, what woman, who gets off on cock in pussy, would want an adult premature ejaculator as her bedmate? Really?

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Next morning I keep it up and still play a bit angry with him. He suspects it's an act, but I'm being pretty convincing so he's doubting himself on that. "I almost came," was a frequent phrase throughout the day, accompanied by a wry little smile that reminded him he was in for it! He was a man in the doghouse.


Sue is due at 3pm. At around 1pm I get david and I tell him it's time to prep for his punishment.

I was really, really excited. I had this thing all planned out and was excited to see it through. david looked, quite frankly, equal parts excited and worried. Perfect!

I take him upstairs to the bedroom. I make him undress and take him to the bathroom. I tell him we're going to clean him out with a few enemas first.


He does not particularly enjoy enemas. He gets tummy cramps as the water goes in. "Oh, please, honey, I can clean myself out back there." He's referring to DRF, which is usually good enough for me.

"No. Sue is coming, and you're going to get fucked hard, so you're going to need this. Otherwise it will come out a mess. And right in front of Sue! Do you want that? Do you want to mess your ass and my dildo like that right in front of your sister-in-law? Shit everywhere?"

"Noooo..." he reluctantly agrees.

"So you need to be cleaned out then." I walk over to him, bend him over a little and give him three hard hand spanks to his bare butt, one on each word as I say "No More Arguments!", ending the discussion. He looks like a little boy, standing there naked, freshly swatted bottom stinging, waiting for Mummy to clean him out. His cock's reaction to me being stern and maternal with him gives away his "subby" status. I ignore it.

I fill the bag up with warm soapy water. I use the liquid hand soap from the dispenser on the bathroom cabinet to make it sudsy inside. I use a wire coat hanger to hang the bag from the top of the shower stall. I release the clamp on the hose to test the flow. Looks good.

I put a big towel down on the floor, a couple of pillows from the bedroom, and then another big towel on top. I tell him to lay over the pillows, ass up. I use vaseline to grease the nozzle and his asshole and then gently insert the nozzle until it's buried. And then I let the warm soapy water flow.

He starts cramping up and I stop the flow and watch him writhe around a bit. When the cramping subsides I release it again. This happens several times before he takes the entire bag.

I have him stand and face the toilet with the nozzle still in him.

"Please!" he begs. There's a lot of pressure. He needs to release it.

"Don't you dare spill a drop on my floor!" I tell him. He puts his hand back there and holds the nozzle inside of himself and squeezes down on it. He dances from foot to foot as I make him stand there, facing the object he so desires to use.

"You can hold it for five minutes," I tell him.

"No I CAN'T!!!!" he wails, wiggling frantically. But, in the end, he does. But how he carried on the whole time!

For the record, there are few things funnier than watching a naked man frantically holding a large enema only steps away from the relief he so desperately craves! Ha ha!

After his time, I have him turn around and half squat near the seat. I reach for the nozzle and I quickly pull it out. He falls onto the toilet and immediately expels. A huge gushing mess! Sounds like a firehose, and it stinks to high heaven! I flush after the first couple of jets to clear the air, but he's still expelling for what seems a very long time. Near the end he just sits there and moans, occasionally letting out little squirts. I stay there and watch him the whole time he's expelling.That's true embarrassment for him! Worth the smell.

Meanwhile, I'm preparing a rinsing enema. I rinse out the enema bag and fill it halfway with clear warm water. I make him wipe his ass and then lie back down on the pillows. I re-vaseline him and put the half bag into him, and let him expel. I repeat this another two times until the water is coming out clear.

Next it's time for the clippers and the shaver. He keeps himself fairly hair free but I touch him up so that he's bald as a baby everywhere. I even used the clippers and then shaved his legs for him this time as well. That took more time than I thought! I've never done that before, so it's a special treat. I don't neglect his underarms and I pay special attention with the razor to his pubic area, cock, balls, and bumcrack. There we go!


He was a bit red and irritated in places. I draw him a warm bubble bath and have him soak in it. The bubble bath has a very girly smell, and will leave him smelling the same.


While he's soaking I pull out the clothes he will be expected to wear and lay them out on the bed. His outfit will consist of his usual "go-to":

• White stockings and garter belt
• Pink ribbon around his cock and balls tied in a pretty bow on top
• Pink polka-dot and lace panties
• Pink bra with silicone inserts
• Short red plaid schoolgirl skirt
• White blouse
• Large black butt plug

I also get a selection of spanking implements, my strap-on and lube, diapering supplies, a baby blanket to cover myself during his feeding (I have a real one!) and stash them all in a cabinet in the living room for later.

I fetch him out of the tub, have him dry himself off and bring him back into the bedroom where his outfit is already all laid out. He is completely hairless beneath the nose, and smelling of lilacs.

As I dress him I remind him, "if you can't act like a man in the fucking department, you're going to have be punished like a woman. You're going to get your ass beat, and then your holes fucked. And you're going to look the part, little missy."

I started with the butt plug. I made him bend over as I lubed the plug and inserted it. He will need the stretching given what I have in mind for him. Then I tie the ribbon around his cock and balls. I mean, if he's going to be allowed to keep them, they need to be feminized as well.

I then have him sit (on the plug - ha ha) and pull on his stockings carefully. I help him with his garter belt, attaching the clips for him (something he is totally useless at).

Feminized humiliation! Love it. So appropriate an outfit for him to receive a spanking and anal intercourse from me in front of my sister.

Next come his panties over top, and his bra and inserts. Then skirt on, and finally blouse. I leave it a bit unbuttoned at the top so you can see the top of his bra, and I tie it in a knot at his belly to expose his midriff.

I get a lipstick and apply it on him. It's tasteful. Not TOO much. I then have him sit, and I apply some mascara to his lashes. Three coats upper, two lower. A particularly crummy brand I bought by mistake that is definitely not waterproof and runs like a mofo. I over-apply to be sure I will be getting my runny black tears later. And voila. A star is born!


Then it's by the ear down to the living room and nose against the wall. I have him put his hands behind his back to hold up his skirt, and I lower his panties to his ankles. He gets a slip of paper to hold up between the wall and his nose. And there he will stand, in bare bummed butt plugged disgrace until my sister arrives.

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Lucky for him he does not have long to wait, and my sister arrives within about ten minutes. Good timing, eh? I greet her at the door and we hug. She comes into the living room and sees david standing there. I tell david to pull up his panties and lower his skirt and come to us. He's so cute pulling up his lacy little panties!!!

I make him give Sue a peck on her cheek. He really is adorable, and Sue says so effusively. She comments especially on the lipstick and mascara, and on his pretty stockings and garter. She makes him hold up his skirt in front to show her and comments on his shaved legs. She even reaches over and gives him a squeeze on his breast, saying "nice tits, honey."

Sue then goes on, "But I can't believe what you did to my sister last night! Lost control did you? Spurted before you should have? Didn't that happen to you in high school? Into your pants? Didn't you learn your lesson then?"

Sue was referring to an old story from early high school when he was making out with a girl and ejaculated into his pants. The girl was disgusted, never saw him again, and told at least one friend that he is aware of. Very traumatic for my poor boy. Ha ha!

As she said that last part, he's still holding his skirt high in front, and she taps her finger on the front of his panties, right where his erection is.

I step in, "Sue and I decided that if you can't behave like a proper man in the bedroom, we're going to treat you like a proper woman. Do you enjoy having to wear women's clothes like this?"

"no ma'am..."

"But that's what happens if you don't behave like a man, you get treated like a woman, don't you?"

"yes ma'am"

"And you're going to be punished like a woman also. A few good hard spankings, a cocksucking, and then a long hard ass fucking. What do you think of that?"

"I don't like it ma'am."

"I guarantee you won't like it!" I tell him. "But you better take it like a woman. If you act like a baby during your punishment, we'll treat you like a baby afterwards," I say, shaking my finger at him and setting up my part two. david has been diapered before, and figures that if he earns himself a diapering that it's likely staying on all weekend long, with all that entails.

I turn to Sue, "would you care to go first? What would you like to use on her?"

I show her some of the options. She says, "I think maybe the hairbrush this time." Great choice!

I put out his spanking chair in the middle of the living room, and Sue sits, tapping the brush against her hand. "Come on," she says to my husband impatiently.

I chose this one because the model resembles Sue a lot: tall, slim, blonde, high cheekbone model type. Devastating for any man to have to go over her knee!

Poor david walks over and drapes himself across Sue's knee. She scolds him for his inability to control himself and to properly satisfy me in bed the way a real man should. She asks him if he is proud that he needs to be dressed as a woman and spanked for his sub-standard bedroom skills? She's really laying it on thick! As she's scolding she's also slowly drawing his skirt up to his back and lowering his panties to his knees, leaving his bottom bare and nicely framed on all sides between garter belt, suspenders, and stocking tops. Sue asks me if we can remove his plug for the spanking. She says she doesn't want to accidentally hammer it in.

I oblige and extricate the plug into a paper towel while he is still draped across Sue's lap. Thanks to the extensive enemas, it comes out clean as a whistle (if not a bit damp).

Sue adjusts herself and him, scolds a bit more, and then starts in on his spanking. She starts relatively lightly, but builds the intensity. She backs off a bit and then re-intensifies several times like that. She ends it with an long intense flurry of very hard spanks that has him yelling "her" little head off!


I LOVE watching this!!!! Sue is so elegant and has such nice posture. She moves so well. And there is my "husband", dressed as a girl, getting his poor bottom beat to a crimson red by my big sis!!! And what's even better, he's being explicitly punished by her for his premature ejaculation and how it impacted me.

She has him get up off her lap. She tells him to leave his panties down and his skirt up, to face me, and to apologize for his poor showing last night.

I sit there as a Queen as david does exactly as he is told by Sue, nursing a very sore bottom, and giving me a heartfelt bare penis apology. So appropriate.

"Strap and cane next," I tell him and he groans. I point him over towards the back of the sofa and have him bend over it. He knows the drill. I hand Sue the cane. She swishes it through the air brutally.


I take the strap and show it to him.


He has two angry sisters to deal with!

I start in first. My blows are good and hard. Nice full follow through. I keep them all nice and low, whipping upwards under his chubby red cheeks. Predictably, he screeches and begs for mercy. Nope. "No more! please! please!" he blubbers. Perfect.


"Stop acting like a baby and take your medicine," I tell him, "or you know what happens." Another "baby" reference.

I finish up his strapping, and tell Sue she's all hers for his caning. She lines up behind him and taps the cane onto his bottom (it's the nasty Delrin cane). I ask her to hold up a second, and I go fetch my strap-on dildo.

I snap my fingers and say, "david, look!" He raises his eyes and looks at me. "Keep looking at me while Sue canes you," I tell him. Sue gets a smile on her face and lines him up again. I de-skirt down to my panties, and start putting the strap-on harness on my hips.


Sue starts his caning at the same time. She takes her time between strokes, each one getting a good reaction from david. I can see him screwing up his face from the pain of his punishment as he watches me tighten up the big dildo (Adam) against me.


I stand there facing him, hands on my hips, in my blouse, panties, and cock. I slide up near him and tease the tip of my cock into his mouth, I make him put his lips around it and take it in.


Sue gives him a stroke of the cane as his mouth is thus occupied. "No teeth!" I warn him as he grunts from the force of the cane stroke. Between cane strokes I take his mouth a bit more forcibly. Then I hold it in there deep as Sue lets one rip against his ass. It's a real ordeal for him! Sue counts the strokes until she reaches two dozen and then puts the cane down. I pluck the cock from his mouth and go behind to see the damage. Nice! Love neat horizontal cane marks on top of a red, blistered bottom!


Leaving him bent over, I go to the adjoining kitchen and rinse off his butt plug. I come back in and re-insert it as he remains bent over, grunting as I do so. But plop, in it goes.


Sue is watching this whole operation with a smile on her face. Once the plug is firmly seated, I grab him by the hair and say get over here, pulling him up, back up around the couch and onto his knees in front of his spanking chair. I sit down on the chair and I spread my legs. I ask Sue to set a five minute countdown timer on her phone. "Ok!" she says cheerily when it's set. I tell david to "get busy".

He leans forward and puts his lipsticked mouth on my cock. I immediately grab the back of his head and pull him down onto my cock forcefully.


The next five minutes is a no holds barred face fucking as my sister cheers me on.


My sister is perfect! "That's it, you take it!" she says. "You'd have cum two minutes ago by now, wouldn't you have? Julie can go all day long. Should I add another five minutes on?"

Meanwhile, david is misbehaving, trying to direct the cock into his cheek. I know his little tricks, "Down the throat or we're adding time," I tell him.

Five minutes is a long time to have a large cock shoved violently down your throat. Poor david was suffering. But he needed to learn his lesson. In fact, Sue echoed the sentiment, "now you're learning, aren't you?"

When the timer went off, I let him off. Did not have the heart to double his time! Besides, the main event was still coming. "Get your ass back over the back of the couch," I told him.

david was breathing hard and still retching a bit from his face fucking. His mouth was a slobbering mess. His lipstick was smeared and his mascara had run. But he did as he was told. I pulled the butt plug out of him. Sue crouched down in front of his face, at the front of the sofa, as I lubed and started to insert.


"That's a good girl, take your medicine," said Sue. She put a finger under his chin and lifted his head so that she could look him in the eye. You have to imagine david, bent over, still in schoolgirl attire. White stockings and garter, panties long gone, skirt flipped up, skimpy blouse holding tight his pink brassiere and silicone gel inserts. Makeup ruined. Ready to be fucked like a slutty little lady.

The cock went in. It's a lot easier on him after he's been plugged like he has been for a while. It's why I did it. It still does not go in painlessly, however, as his cries and complaints attested.

"Take it," encouraged Sue, "You're acting like a baby!" He took it all right.

I start pumping slowly in and out, going deeper on each thrust. When it's going in balls deep I ask Sue to set her timer for ten minutes and to make an appropriately upbeat music selection. She chooses "Maniac" from Flashdance. She plays the video on her phone! She puts it where both me and david can see it as I fuck him. When it ends the first time, she starts it once again from the beginning.


"Doesn't she have a pretty ass, david," Sue said, referring to Jennifer Beal's behind in her little dance outfit.


The music REALLY gets me going. I am POUNDING away at his poor asshole! I'm dancing and thrusting to the beat of the music (fast!). Putting my hands up and swaying my hips as Sue is cheering me on. Grabbing his hips and pounding it in. It's a party in his ass. A real sweaty workout for me! Phew!

When it ends the second time she looks at the timer: about 9 minutes or so in. Only 1 minute of ass fucking left to go. Now the teasing starts again.

"Do you understand what a REAL fucking is now?" Sue asks david.

"YES MA'AM!" he yells through gritted teeth. I take long, hard, super, super deep thrusts while this questioning is going on.

"You'll never be able to fuck like that, will you?"

"NO MA'AM!"

"Of course not. And that makes you my baby sister's little bitch, doesn't it?"

"YES MA'AM"

And then finally the timer goes off. Phew! Hard freakin' work!

I slow down and pull out of david's ass. It's gaping, but super clean. The enemas did the job alright. david is still laying over the couch, mewling softly.

"That was a pretty poor showing," I said, as I started taking off the strap-on and putting my skirt back on. "What a lot of yelling and complaining, all the way through. What do you think, Sue? Did he take it like a woman, or like a baby?"

"Baby. Definitely!" said Sue.

"You know what that means..." I said with a sing-song voice.

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I stood david up. He was a bit shaky. "Let's get him into his diaper in that case."

We both worked on undressing him down to nude. He still had smeared make-up, but I thought I would let it go, as it would take a bit to get that running mascara off. I put a towel on the floor and then laid out a diaper for him. I had him lie down with his sore butt on the diaper. I lifted his legs, and Sue helped, and I used wipes on him to get the lube off, and then sprinkled baby powder onto his ass.


"Awwww. Is baby getting her diaper?" asked Sue in a cooing voice.

We put his legs back down and I brought the diaper up between his legs in front.


Before closing the diaper, I took some lube and dribbled it all over his cock. Then I fastened the diaper loosely around him.


Rather mortifying for my young man! A full-on diapering from his wife with his sister-in-law watching it all.

"Come here," I said to him. He stood and followed me to the couch. I took a baby blanket and put it over my shoulder on the way. I sat on the far left side of the couch and had baby david lie on the couch, his head on my lap facing me. I put the blanket over my breasts and opened my blouse under it. I asked Sue's help to undo my bra. That was dumb of me to wear it! She reached behind me and unhooked it, I shrugged it off as she helped, and then she pulled it away free. She definitely saw my tits as I was doing this. Hee hee. She does like girls. I wondered what her thoughts were about me, her little sister that way? Well what's a breast between girls?

I cradled david's head in my arms, covered him with the blanket, and brought him to my left breast.


"Go on, take it," I told him. Poor baby! In front of my sister no less! He latched on and began sucking. Sue got a couple of couch pillows and used them to help me prop him up to make it more comfortable for me to hold him. "That's it baby, you suck on Mommy's breast like a good girl." david moaned as I embarrassed him like this, but sucked like a baby. He was very gentle.


Sue came and sat down on the couch next to me. david had to scooch away towards the back of the couch and facing it on his side. Sue reached around and slid her hand down the front of his diaper and began rubbing his penis. "MMMmmmm!" he said as he continued sucking on me.

"Come on baby, make a nice little mess into your diaper for your Aunty Susie," said my sister to him.

david moaned and sucked more violently on me as he writhed around on the couch under Sue's hand.

"Keep sucking," I encouraged him, "and make a nice pee-pee for Mommy."

We kept it up for a bit. The sucking, the handy, and the baby talk encouragement, Before too long I felt david convulsing as he shot his load onto Sue's hand and into his diaper.

"There we go!" said Sue. "What a good girl!"

Sue took her hand out and it was a bit goopy with his cum.

"Here," I said, taking david off my tit, uncovering it and offering up my nipple. "Put it here for him to suck on."

This was the part I HAD NOT cleared with Sue. One of my readers pointed me to a story that excited me called Miss Barbara Reminds Jackie of Her Place as a Sissy in which the sissy is "breastfed" his own cum. I decided I would ask Sue to assist!

"No!" said Sue, but with a laugh in her voice.

"Oh come on, don't be such a square," I said, then, hopefully, "baby needs her milk?"

Sue took her hand and smeared his cum onto my nipple. "Yuck!" she said, for show.

"More," I said.

Sue reached into his diaper and pulled out more of his cum, and smeared that on my nipple as well.

"You're blushing," I told Sue. She was!

"Shut Up!" she said.

"What if I don't?" I asked her in my brattiest voice.

"I'll put you across my knee," she responded. Oh my!

"Promises, promises," I muttered under my breath, but so she could hear, and then I took david's head and put him back onto my breast, and had him suck the cum off my tit, like a baby drinking its mother's milk. As I was doing this, the blanket was off to the side and both of my breasts were exposed so Sue could see david sucking his cum off me.

"You're staring," I told her. She was. What a brat I am!

"I told you to shut up!" she said.

david licked up and swallowed the last of it. I extricated myself out from under him and walked over to the sink, tits out. I used some paper towels and water to clean them off and then buttoned up my blouse again.

I came back and Sue was smiling at david, and david was smiling back up at Sue. "What a big baby!" she said to him in a good natured way.

"You stay in those diapers the rest of the evening," I told him, "and your runny makeup. I'll take that off you before bed. And be sure to tell me after you need a change - everything into your diaper tonight. Now go prepare supper, baby." then to Sue, "can you stay for dinner?"

"No, sorry, plans tonight. But they won't top this!" She said.

"Thank you," I said.

"My pleasure. Thank you. I love domming your boy with you," she answered. "But you," she added, extending her index finger at me, "no more pealing off in front of me!"

"Awwww," I said and gave Sue a hug and a kiss. She went into the kitchen to give baby david a hug as well, and then she left.

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So that was a thing, don't you think? I have such a shit disturber streak in me. I like making people uncomfortable. I clearly made my sister a bit uncomfortable with the breast touching and the banter and all. I wonder if she would ever spank me? If I asked, maybe? One of these days I'll find out!

Thanks for all the wonderful suggestions from last time. It worked out really well. I got to incorporate a lot of what was suggested. And in case you were wondering, I did reassure david afterwards that I love his spurty little over-sensitive cock, was nowhere near cumming the other night, and to the very best of my knowledge can only cum from direct clitoral stimulation, something I very much made him do to me with his tongue after this was explained to him!

So, I did it. I asked my older sister Susan to actually spank me... a bare-bottomed punishment-grade spanking... What have I done????


It all started out of our last play session, Husband Made to Take the Breast, where I basically made my sister spread my husband's cum (that she jerked out of him into his diaper) onto my nipple so he could suck it off. Sounds crazy just now writing that last sentence!!! What a wacky world I've made for myself. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Oh my gosh she was blushing as she did that. She likes girls, and maybe spreading ejaculate onto my bare breast made her a bit hot? Nasty little sister fucker...


I pointed out that she was blushing and she told me to shut up. I asked her what she was 'gonna do if I didn't, and she said, jokingly, that she'd "put me across her knee".

Of course, being me, and having a thing for Dommy women, I've been thinking about it ever since. But I never ever connected my sister with that! That is new. I deliberately did the tit thing to see what kind of reaction I would get 'cause I'm a little shit disturber. When I then teased her more and got threatened with a spanking, well, what can I say, I 'kinda see my sister in a bit of a new light, and I can't seem to get it out of my mind.

You reader guys are no help, you've been egging me on in the comments to take it further. So, guess what? I did. I actually did. I mean, you only live once, and worst that could happen would be that she would shut me down and I'd be a bit humiliated (no way it would threaten our relationship at all, though I thought I might get teased by her forever without actually getting spanked). And besides, I need a sister spanking for my blog, right?

So, I did not have the courage to phone Sue, so I texted here. Heart was pounding a bit.

Me: hi
Sue: hi
Me: embarrassing question...
Sue: yes?
Me: you alone?
Sue: yes

Thought that was a good way to get things started. Then I thought I'd pivot to what she said, like it was her idea (which it sort of was).

Me: other day you said you'd put me over your knee. Were you serious?
Sue: of course

 Oh... my... gosh... But is she just playing with me?

Me: really?
Sue: if you ask me to

She's not playing.  It's like, all consensual and everything. My sister!!! Well I wasn't going to chicken out now, having come this far...

Me: I'm asking...
Sue: then I'm spanking

What? How COULD she! As if it was nothing. I thought she would never. Guess I was wrong. Thought I better get some clarification as to to exactly what I was in for.

Me: on the bare?
Sue: yup
Me: not hard though?
Sue: hard. very hard!
Me: No!
Sue: YES
Me: Please no!
Sue: if i do it, there will be tears.

She's serious. And I've seen her spank david (and a girlfriend once). She's gotten much more severe over the years! I shared with her some of my subby thoughts and experiences from earlier in the year. She's catering to my subby side (and her Dommy side!).

I thought I should figure out david next. Tell her I didn't want him there and see how she reacts. Kind of didn't want him there?

Me: but not in front of david, ok?
Sue: ok. He can jerk off to the sound of you getting spanked from his bedroom :-)

Seemed like a good compromise! My next random thought was that I didn't want to talk about it at all with her.

Me: Let's not talk about it at all ok? Just come over, spank me, and leave. Ok?
Sue: ok. I'm sure david will take care of any special needs afterwards. when do you want it?
Me: week sat? 
Sue: can't then.. week sunday? 3pm your place?
Me: works
Sue: be standing bare bum in the corner when I get there. t-shirt on. no bra. Will let myself in
Me: yes Sue
Sue: you're getting the wooden spoon and the big hairbrush. Have them ready. Get your spanking chair out, and a box of kleenex for your tears.
Me: yes Sue
Sue: ;-)
Me: now I'm the one blushing! thank you...
Sue: my pleasure. It's your butt that will be blushing on Sunday. been wanting to ever since you told me about subby side >evil grin<
Me: thank you
Sue: now run along to bed you naughty little girl. Sweet dreams
Me: thank you Sue

Oh My Gosh!!!!! How kinky is that all???? My poor bum! She called me her "naughty little girl"! She is Dommy with her girlfriends, so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. But I'm not her girlfriend, I'm her little sister!

I don't think there's going to be anything "sexy" about my spanking from her. She seems to be all business.

What have I done????

FUCK!!! That's really all I can say... FUCK!!! I got SPANKED!!! So far, by a huge margin, I can very safely say I got the spanking of a lifetime. Also, something very, very embarrassing happened.

As I recounted last time in I Asked Her..., I texted my big sister Sue and asked her to please spank me. I had deliberately pushed some boundaries with her when we were last scening my husband, involving her having to touch my bare breasts. She got embarrassed, and she threatened, as a kind of joke, to spank me. That, of course, became an obsession in my mind, so I got up the nerve to ask her for a spanking via text message. She very readily (too readily!) agreed, and against my "objections" told me it would be a very, very hard one. She meant it.

I was told to get the spanking chair ready and to lay out on it the hairbrush and the wooden spoon. I did so and took a pic for you guys.

The objects of my chastisement.

I thought the hairbrush would be worse than the wooden spoon. I was wrong. Sue also told me to get a box of Kleenex ready as I would be needing it after my spanking. Did not bother with that. Should have. I was told to be standing in the corner, bare bum, wearing only a T-shirt, no bra. I understood the bare bum and the T-shirt part, did not understand the no bra. Now I do. I chose a normal looking blue T shirt. Nothing sexy or overly short. I chose to be completely bare beneath the waist. That is how I interpreted her instructions for me to be "bare bum" (although there are other interpretations). I didn't want to be standing there with my panties pulled down. I thought that would have been dumb given I was going across her knee.

My husband was instructed to stay in our bedroom with the door closed during my spanking. Sue had allowed him to listen from up there and jerk off to the sound of my spanking. I overruled that and told him he was allowed to edge himself, but not cum. I wanted some enthousiasm for the pussy licking I had planned for him afterwards, and was not intending to let him cum at all. Did not think it was good form for him to be allowed to cum from excitement due to his Wife and Mistress getting spanked.

I gave myself about 5 minutes of corner time before 3pm, when Sue was due to arrive. Sue is very punctual and I knew she would be on time. She was 15 minutes late!!! She did it on purpose to make me wait there, bare bottomed and anticipating my spanking. Grrrrr!!! Cornered by my sister! Bad start!

I heard the door open and her heels clicking on the floor as she approached me. I did not dare look. I felt myself shiver at the thought of her looking at my bare bottom. I was a bit aroused.

She giggled quietly a little bit. I could hear her there behind me, walking back and forth, looking at me, laughing little laughs. I squirmed.

I felt her finger pinching my ear lobe hard and giving me a tug. I moved with her. She was wearing black heels, high-waisted tweed slacks, a white blouse with a plunging neckline, and gold jewellery around her neck. Very elegant.


I was bare footed and bare bottomed in a crummy blue T-shirt. She led me to the spanking chair, lifted up the implements I had placed there, put them on the floor to the right of the chair, and pulled me down across her lap. We were getting right down to business.

She started rubbing my cheeks. Oh gosh! This was kinda humiliating! She fake laughed again and said something along the lines of,

"well, well, well, looks who's finally across my knee. I've been wanting to do this to you ever since you were two years old."

Then she started slapping my cheeks with her palm.

"You have certainly been a pain in my ass on more than one occasion," she said. "Remember the time you slipped a mirror under my door when I was making out with Frank? And the time you got into bed and touched me when I was sound asleep. How old were you, five? And how about jumping into Dad's lap in your panties when you were sixteen? Don't think I didn't know what you were doing. He should have spanked you then and there."

All my past being dredged up. It was true. I was a bit of a precocious child.

"But two weeks ago," she said, continuing my spanking. The spanks were getting harder, as if for emphasis. "Didn't I tell you nothing sexual when I agreed to play with you and david? And then you show me your bare tits? And force me to touch them? I wasn't going to fuss and kill the scene. I didn't want to be the party-pooper. You put me in an awkward position. And you did it deliberately." I giggled a bit at that and she slapped my ass harder.

"Stand up," she said. "Hands on your head." I scrambled up off her lap and stood in front of her, hands on my head. She reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and raised it up. Way up. Way up to above my breasts, baring them. She opened her palm and she slapped me across my breast! "Was that appropriate to do that to me?!?" she asked angrily. She slapped the other one. I grimaced in pain. She slapped the underside of each, then the topsides, then the insides, then the outsides again. She kept telling me off with a scary angry voice. I could see her open her palm, draw it back, and then slap me again and again. I stood there and took it. It hurt. It was embarrassing. I was getting even more aroused. My sister is actually punishing my tits!!!


I realized that she had intended to do this from the very moment she told me to wear a T-shirt, no bra, exactly eleven seconds after I asked her to spank me. Is this how she routinely treats her submissive girlfriends???

Finally she stops slapping my breasts. It was a long slapping! It was a punishment!!! My nipples were burning and my whole tits stung.

"Get across me knee!" she said, and hauled me down. My stinging tits were still hanging out below my raised T-shirt (or "above" when I was face down across her lap).

Then she started hand spanking me in earnest. Oh my gosh. She spanks hard! She kept mainly to my low ass, but wandered down to my upper thighs as well. She even reached down and slapped my calves once or twice. There was not a lot more scolding. Mostly spanking now.

She paused spanking me and said, "good thing you had the implements I asked for ready." I could feel her reaching down and taking one. I could see from under the chair that it was the big hairbrush. Uh Oh.


I could feel her rubbing the large, cool, hard wood across the base of my cheeks. I braced myself. The first smack came down on my lower cheeks. It was not horrible. Then the next and the next and the next. She spanked left cheek, right cheek, middle (on the crack), repeat. Each stroke got harder and harder and harder. I started really wriggling and squirming. She grabbed me around my waist more tightly and continued my spanking.

I started vocalizing, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Please! Ow!" She kept up her relentless pace, and I started kicking my legs and saying "No! Please! Ow! No!" She took her right leg out from under me and threw it over the backs of both my legs. She continued the spanking. Same rhythm, same placement, same strength! Now I started swearing "Fuck! Ow! Please! I'm sorry! Please! FUCK!" She ignored everything and just kept spanking! Cruel bitch!

After what seemed like forever, finally she stopped. It was a very long and thorough hairbrush spanking to my lower ass cheeks. Hurt like bloody hell. She told me to stand. I did so painfully. I was sniffling a bit. She looked me in the eye. She grabbed me by my upper arm and conducted me back to my corner. She made me put my hands on my head. "Three minute break, then we start again," she said. FUCK!!!!

My bottom was throbbing. My tits hurt. I could feel my legs shaking a bit. I was not crying, but I was sniffling like a little spanked brat. I could hear Sue walking towards the kitchen, getting a glass, and filling it with water. She turned me around a bit (tits still out!) and gave me a few sips of the water. She put down the glass and then re-adjusted my T-shirt, rolling it up properly to band above my breasts. She was keeping me bare breasted for the duration, clearly.

She reached for a nipple and squeezed it hard, pinching it and turning it. "Are you learning your lesson?" she asked.

"Yes Sue!" I said.

"Yes 'Ma'am'," she corrected me as she reached for the other nipple to torture it as well.

"Yes Ma'am!" I repeated.

"Come here," she said calmly, pulling me by my nipple back to the spanking chair. She sat, not letting go of me, and then pulled me across her knee that way. When I was settled across her lap she released my nipple and cupped and squeezed my full breast, fondling me as she would one of her girlfriends!

She started back in slapping my ass with her open hand. This time the spanks started raining down everywhere. And I do mean everywhere!  All over my ass and up and down my legs from ankle to waist. "Spread," she said as she pushed my thighs apart. Oh Geez! She started slapping the insides of my thighs, up and down from inner knee to pussy! And I do mean PUSSY! At the highest travel she spanked the lips of my vagina! "Nohhh, pleeeease!" I begged in embarrassment. She just laughed at me and kept doing it. She was no longer holding my legs apart with her hand, but was continuing the slaps up and down my inner thighs. I knew she had not told me to close my legs yet, so I had to humiliatingly keep them spread for her myself.

Then she did it. She reached directly between my legs and dragged her fingers up the middle of my pussy. With a laugh in her voice she said, "You little hussy, you're soaking wet!" Oh God! Please floor, open up and eat me. She was of course right... I remember straining to keep my legs spread for her as my face burned with embarrassment. "That won't do at all," she said as she reached for the wooden spoon. I could feel it on my low ass cheek. I was still spreading my legs. I felt her lift it and then CRACK! OMG! FUCK!!! That wooden spoon hurt like a motherfucker!


Immediately my legs shot together and my bum shot up into the air as my hands scrambled for purchase on the floor. There was a sort of a silent scream from me. Then the spoon hit again, and again, and again. Oh my word. The spoon is vicious. I never realized! I think it must be the way it curves to concentrate all that wood onto a tiny spot. I remember starting to beg right away along the lines of "No. Come on! Please! Oh Please!" I always made fun of david when he begged. I was begging for freaking real! It was so bad it was almost funny. Like, how could I have possibly got myself into this situation?!?

I had an all renewed respect for the spoon as it traveled down the backs of my thighs, onto my calves, and she even managed to beat the soles of my feet with it! "Spread!" she said, and I did, and she spanked the tender insides of my thighs. She pulled the skin taught around my low ass cheek, and spanked directly at the crease, both sides. My legs came back together again involuntarily. She spun in the chair a bit thrusting her left knee between my legs and hooking my left leg with her right leg. This spread me wide. What a sight I must have been! She then really spanked my inner thighs! I was incoherent, shrieking at the tops of my lungs.

She released my legs and spun back under me so I was again squarely across her lap. She put down the wooden spoon and started in again spanking me with her hand. Very hard strokes, but it felt like a huge relief after that evil wooden spoon!

"Is david upstairs enjoying your spanking?" Sue asked.

"Yes Ma'am," I sobbed out. There were small tears in my eyes and big sniffles in my nose. My bottom was starting to feel numb.

"Is he jerking off to it?" she asked.

"No Ma'am," I said, "I told him he could edge, but wasn't allowed to cum. I don't want him cumming to me getting spanked."

"NO!" said Sue angrily, smacking my cheeks hard with her palm. "Those were NOT your instructions!" She spanked my ass and thighs harder.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I said. "I can tell him to cum now!" I said.

"No," said Sue. "He should keep edging, and once I've gone he's to use you any way he pleases. Correction. Any way I please. And it pleases me to have you take it up the ass from him. Just like you did to him two weeks ago. If I hear he hasn't cum in your butthole, we're doing this all over again next week, little sister." Oh Groan. She knows he's fucked me in the ass, so knew it wasn't anything I hadn't let him do to me before.

"Yes Sue," I said.

SMACK! "Yes Ma'am!" she corrected.

"Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!" I said.

She reached between my thighs again and touched my pussy. It sent a jolt through me and I moaned shamelessly.

"tsk, tsk" she went as she rubbed her wet finger on my throbbing ass. She spun again and again thrust her left knee between my legs and placed her right leg over my near leg. She pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my butthole, and slapped me with her hand up and down my cleft.

Without releasing my cheek, she reached again for the wooden spoon, and gave my inner cheeks a wooden spoon spanking that had me bucking and dancing across her knee. She pulled my cheeks widely apart and targeted the area immediately around my anus. I knew what she was doing. It is something I do to david when he is due for an ass fucking. I only thought how much worse my ass fucking would be after this treatment!

She put the spoon down and started slapping my cheeks, way down low. She pulled me up at the waist so that I was more firmly over her one knee. I was still straddling her one leg while she had my other hooked. She hand spanked me gently on my lower cheeks.

I immediately stifled a moan as I felt my pussy rub against the tweed material of her elegant slacks. Oh no!

She spanked gently but insistently. I started rocking back and forth on her and getting more and more excited. Oh no. I didn't want this! Was not expecting this. But she kept spanking me relentlessly in this position, for many minutes, keeping the pressure of her leg tightly on my pussy as I wriggled there getting more and more excited.

At a certain point, I don't know, I just lost all shame completely. I reached around with my right hand to grab her ass. She did not object. I just sort of collapsed into my own lust, openly humping her tweed covered leg as I fondled her beautiful ass. I moaned out loud as I wriggled my ass and pussy shamelessly over her leg. What a sight! Her naughty little sister bucking across her knee like a whore!

She spanked harder and harder as I bucked and wriggled and moaned more and more unabashedly.  The hard, unrelenting spanking brought the passion flooding into my pussy. I rocked and ground into her and moaned and then exploded in a climax across her knee!!!!!

Oh No! What have I done???? I've completely humiliated myself!

She pretended (I guess) not to notice (even more humiliating) and continued spanking me with her hand. I settled down and just took it, but within another minute or so I again found myself rubbing my pussy against her tweed slacks. It was a complete repeat performance. Once was not good enough for her, or for me apparently: the little sister slut. It was the same slow buildup. The same increase in intensity. The same shameless showing. Her whore of a sister getting off on her spanking a second time. She increased the intensity of the spanks and then before very long it happened again. A second orgasm!

Oh shit! This was so arousing while at the same time being so humiliating. I wanted her to stop. No more. Please! Surely I've been humiliated enough, is exactly how I felt at that moment.

She picked up the wooden spoon. She again pulled me hard onto her knee and arranged herself so that the pressure and contact on my pussy was at its maximum. Oh no! She then started spanking my low cheeks with the wooden spoon again. It started fairly lightly, and I got into a rhythm bucking across her coarse pant, rubbing my pussy into her leg hard. The spanking intensified again. It was really, really hurting. But I was still on my way to a third orgasm. She spanked harder and harder and harder. I was screaming from pain and lust at the same time and then I had the biggest orgasm yet. I screamed as I came, and then fell limp across her as she continued to beat my ass with her wooden spoon. "no... no... no..." I whimpered.

She removed her leg from between mine and resettled me squarely across her lap. She still had the wooden spoon.

"One hundred hard ones to go, young lady," she said.

"NO!" I yelled out, but stayed put across her lap. I didn't know which way was up. I was not ready for this! I had just come off three orgasms and my cheeks were already as sore as hell. This CAN'T be happening. Enough!

"Yes. One hundred. You will learn your lesson to NOT cross boundaries with me again. Am I making myself completely clear?"

Even then, the irony of "my lesson" was not lost on me. What could I say? "Yes Ma'am!"

All the next 100 spanks were directed to my lower cheeks, alternating sides. All seemed as hard as she could possibly make them. The first ten were a nightmare. After she was done those first ten she said, "only 90 left to go." Oh no! It was pure, unrelenting torment. I had thought my ass had gone numb a while back. It had not. I felt every smack of that spoon. After the first 40 she said "Only 60 left to go." I thought my punishment would NEVER end. At this point I was no longer coherent, I was just blubbering out random words and screaming. My whole world collapsed into the scant few moments between sets of ten when I could breathe, and then the torture started up again. I had held out, more or less, up to now, but around number 80 I lost it, and the tears started streaming out of my eyes, and the snot out of my nose as I absorbed the last 20 strokes of my punishment.

When we reached 100 and it was over I didn't even care. I was a sobbing mess. Sue took me off her lap and I collapsed onto my knees in front of her.

"Oh Baby," she said as she wiped away my tears with her fingers and stroked my hair. I did not have any tissues. I did not think they would be needed. I buried my face into her blouse and dried my eyes there as she held me into her bosom, stroking me and saying "there, there, it's all over now."

She walked me over to the corner and put my nose back into it, my hands on my head, making sure my T-shirt was still lifted above my breasts. My bottom throbbed with the pain of my spanking.

"Sue," I said, sniffling, "will you, take a photo, as a reminder for me?" EVEN THEN readers. EVEN THEN I was thinking of you.

"Sure," she said and took a photo. Here it is.


Somehow the photo does not do it justice. Hard to believe that is a photo of a girl who had just had three orgasms, was still crying and sniffling, and was just given the spanking of her lifetime by her sister! I was so disappointed with the lighting on the photo, because it absolutely DID NOT do the state of my ass justice. I had to photoshop it to bring up the colours to anywhere near where they were actually in real life, and even so it still does not do my ass justice. I need professional lighting next time! What's absolutely accurate is how the top of my ass cheeks were totally untouched, but my lower ass cheeks and upper thighs were torched red!

Without saying another word (literally), Sue got her coat on and left through the front door, leaving me sniffling still in the corner with my hands on my head.

As soon as she left I put my hand down to feel my butt. First thing I noticed was that it was leathery! the fuck!?! It was also throwing off vast amounts of heat. It also throbbed. I was also hard to walk because of the way the backs of my thighs were punished.

I painfully made my way up to our bedroom. david was there. He was not excited. He was worried!  I was starting to recover my composure, though. I showed him the damage and he whistled. After making sure I was ok (I was), he asked if he could make me cum with his tongue. I told him no, that there was something else I needed for him to do.

I made him sit on the bed. I got down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth and sucked. I gave him deep head until he was rock hard. I opened the bedside drawer and got out the lube. I put a towel down on the bed and got on all fours.

"please, you need to cum in my ass..." I told him.

"What?" he said.

"It's, like, the last part of my punishment. You have to do it. You have to cum into me."

And then, despite the immense shame, indeed reveling in it, I said, "Sue says so, and I'll get spanked again if you don't."

david got behind me. He again sort of gasped at the state of my ass. He lubed my bottom hole and stuck his finger into me, stretching me nicely. He then relubed and put his cocktip at the entrance to my anal canal and pushed gently in. After what I had just gone through, this was nothing. david banged away at me for a couple of dozen strokes and then ejaculated deeply into me. How humiliating that my sister had ordered a spunking into my rear end under pain of a repeat performance of my spanking!

david and I both cleaned up and we ordered some dinner in. I told david absolutely everything that happened, and we analyzed what we thought it all meant.

Talk about confusing!

So I can say I easily got what I consider to be the most severe spanking of my life, by far. Sue seemed angry at me at times, and caring at others. She slapped and otherwise tortured and fondled my breasts, which is so totally sexual. She also had my pussy on show and touched it numerous times. When I was pressed up against her she knew I was getting off, and she let me do it. Even orchestrated the spanking to maximize it. But didn't acknowledge at all that I had cum. And then she told me off for crossing boundaries!!!!!!!!!!!

In total, that spanking lasted almost two full hours. I had absolutely lost all sense of time. I thought the clocks were off by an hour or something. They weren't.

I have spoken with Sue on the phone afterwards. It's as if none of it ever happened. I told her "thank you for the spanking," and she acknowledged that she had spanked me, with something like, "Yeah, that was fun. I enjoyed that." And then she changed the topic and we talked about family stuff as if nothing else at all had happened.

I'm not obsessed with Sue or anything. I've had girl crushes before, but this is not like that. I certainly don't obsess over getting another spanking from her. I would move heaven and earth to avoid one, in fact.

I definitely won't be crossing any boundaries with her for my part anymore. If I tried, I am convinced she would spank me again, every bit as hard, and I would have to go along with it. I am too much a submissive, too much a masochist, and too much her little sister, not to obey her. I hope I don't obsess over it.

As I recounted in Spanked by my Sister, I got my very first spanking from my sister, and it was a doozie! Apologies for me recapping the session, I am sort of obsessed with it.


The physical aftermath you can see above. In the same session I received an open-handed punishment to my breasts (repeated hard slaps from all angles and sides), and suffered the (self-inflicted) abject shame of grinding my pussy against Sue's tweed slacks while she spanked me, with the inevitable humiliating result. I was left in pain and in tears with my hands on my head and my nose in the corner, T-shirt raised to bare my sore breasts, with instructions that immediately after Sue had left that I was to present myself to my husband, under pain of a repeat of my spanking the next week, for likely the most humiliating sexual act a man can perform on his wife.


I have a pen-pal, brett, who always manages to express my thoughts better than I can myself at times. I thought I would share some of our correspondence (slightly edited), both before and after the event, with my commentary (in red).

Hi Julie,

I don't know your sister, but I believe I have a sense of what you're in for. Interpreting her words to you, it appears you're right that she means business. Sue originally threatened to put you across her knee. That was her idea. Think about that. To put you across her knee. She is taking charge of her little sister.

"Me: on the bare?
Sue: yup
Me: not hard though?
Sue: hard. very hard!
Me: No!
Sue: YES
Me: Please no!
Sue: if i do it, there will be tears."

Sue has a clear vision of what she is going to do to you, and she wants to make it perfectly clear to YOU. She didn't try to sugarcoat it or put you at ease, even with your clearly shown reluctance and pleading. You asked, however timidly, and she has taken charge. She has your hand firmly in hers, and you're being taken to the woodshed. I'm not sure if she is so forthright because she wants you to be one very nervous little girl, or if she just doesn't want any misunderstandings that lead to resentment after you've been spanked.

[Yes, brett understands the situation all right. I asked him to tell me what he thought my spanking was going to be like...]

I understand what you're going through. It's knowing for certain that you really are in trouble. Are you sitting reading this? I would be squirming a bit in my chair. When I knew I was in for the paddle at home, like a premonition, I could feel the warmth on my behind where it was going to be on fire.

[brett's Daddy was a woodshed, wood shingle, spanker - bare butt, low ass cheeks, to tears]

Can you also feel the anticipation in your stomach and below? I certainly did. The threat and promise of a punishment-grade spanking, as you call it, consumes your mind and your body. It gave me a very hard erection. Does the thought of your very hard spanking over Sue's knee make you tingle? The sexual and erotic impact of this anticipation is so highly potent. Otherwise, you would not have asked your sister for what will be truly painful and deeply embarrassing.

[This is so ridiculously true]

The pleasure of this kind of spanking comes at a cost. Sue is a real spanker, and if it was me facing a licking from her, I'd be squirming. Despite you being sisters, she assured you it would be on the bare. She isn't making that a choice for you. I always got punished on my bare bottom, and when the one doing the spanking insists on it being that way, you know they spank with a purpose. For me it was to teach a boy who had been bad a lesson he would never forget. Hard wood on tender bare skin. No compromise. For you, I believe Sue intends to give you something you will also never forget. Having your bottom bare is a requirement despite the embarrassment your exposure under these circumstances will cause.

[brett's right - the worst part was preparing myself, nose in the corner, ass bare, waiting for her. And then when she came, feeling and hearing her behind me, examining my butt from every angle, sizing it up, laughing gently... sent shivers down my spine!]

Sue assured you the spanking will be very hard and that there will be tears.

"Get your spanking chair out, and a box of kleenex for your tears."

She wrote it twice! She is going to make you cry. To me that is like a written guarantee that you're getting a punishment-grade spanking. With play spankings, you may assume the role of a naughty little girl. When you get your spanking chair out, think about this---you will be forced to cry like a little girl. In that case, you are no longer hiding behind a role. For those moments you will be, in your mind and for all intents and purposes, what you appear to be. That is what you will show to anyone watching or listening.

[I don't cry easily, even when most women would. I took Sue's promise of tears lightly, and learned better.]

Me: but not in front of david, ok?
Sue: ok. He can jerk off to the sound of you getting spanked from his bedroom :-)

Imagine that. Your husband is going to hear you getting spanked from his bedroom. At our house, you could always hear a spanking loud and clear from every room in the house. That is simply the nature of a real punishment spanking. Oh my, I know! The embarrassment of everyone hearing! When I heard it, I always felt so sorry for the unfortunate one. You heard every last shred of dignity being stripped from them, and you realized they were actually quite fragile in the process of learning their lesson. You will be truly humbled over your sister's knee, and david from his bedroom will likely have thoughts similar to what I felt in that situation, though he'll have a clearer erotic appreciation than I did. He's going to hear a little girl getting punished on her upturned bare bottom. I believe Sue is going to make sure you give a performance that david will never forget either.

[Immediately after my spanking, david was concerned for me, and he cared for me sweetly. Next day, when he knew I was ok, then the gentle teasing started. I do not begrudge him that, it is part of my experience to be teased like that about what a racket I was making while across Sue's knee.]

"Sue: be standing bare bum in the corner when I get there. t-shirt on. no bra. Will let myself in."

"Why do you think she specified T-shirt but no bra???"

That's a good question. Only Sue knows for sure, but we can make some educated guesses regarding possibilities.

As you know as a strict wife and HOH, generally, when a dominant partner specifies a particular kind of attire, or lack thereof, for their "sub", they are doing it because they will derive pleasure from it, they are making a point symbolically or psychologically, or they want to enhance or add to feelings of vulnerability. In the case of certain relationships, they may also feel the need to maintain some level of propriety with regard to modesty.

I know what it's like when full nudity is considered perfectly acceptable and exposure, whatever it might be, is a humiliation to be suffered no matter how much you wish otherwise. As we've discussed in the past, you like spanking "birthday bare," and you understand and enjoy administering that vulnerable aspect of a mortifying lesson. So why doesn't Sue have you totally bare naked, or on the other hand, allow you to retain all of your clothing except what covers your spank spots? Instead, she spares your breasts from exposure, yet at the same time, requires they be bare under your T-shirt.

Is it for her pleasure? Does she get turned on by the image of breasts bare under cotton? The sight of taut nipples straining against the cloth, feminine shape teasingly revealed? I'm not what you'd call a "breast man," but that idea turns me on. Your sister may have a fetish.

Is Sue making a point? Perhaps to her, total nudity is not appropriate for the message this spanking is to convey. Your top half is not being punished. You are bare for a spanking as tradition would dictate. Bare from the waist down was always required at our house. If we happened to have a shirt on, there was apparently no reason to remove it.

Is it about vulnerability? You get to keep your top on, but you will feel more naked without your bra. You will also feel less adult. Little girls don't wear bras, do they? Just like every naughty little girl who has ever been put across Mommy's knee, you will be dressed accordingly.

Does your sister feel it is more appropriate, in her presence, that her little sister's breasts be covered? Is she affording you that modesty? Surely not in your case, but what I'd expect if sisters had no history together of sexual involvement. She may want to remove your t-shirt at some point during the ritual of punishing you. Only she knows.

[I think all those things. But the main thing was that she intended to make a ritual of baring my breasts and then slapping my tits silly so "the punishment fits the crime" I guess]

"Sue: you're getting the wooden spoon and the big hairbrush. Have them ready."

I don't think we should try to minimize this, Julie. You are IN TROUBLE!

Have them ready. Sue is confident and in control. She has no doubt that you are an obedient young lady. So how does it feel to be told what to do? Having to follow instructions certainly is a different animal when you're under the authority of a strict disciplinarian, and your bottom is at their mercy. I remember how calm and confident my parents were when they had decided on the worst fate for me. Every firm but matter-of-fact command is a fist to the stomach. Everything has been considered, and there will be no reprieve. Sue is going to give you a spoon spanking and, from what I gather, girls raised that way genuinely fear the wooden spoon. I've read accounts and been told by some who have actually experienced it, that the sting on bare skin is ferocious. The big hairbrush is a real wood spanking like I got growing up. Do I need to describe in detail what a real wood spanking is like?

[Gulp... no need, sir]

He then sent me another note after I posted my blog entry (gave him a bit of a preview before via a couple of email exchanges).

Hi Julie. As I implied in my comment on your blog, I was somewhat surprised by the monumental spanking you got from your sister. I didn't know how open she is to sexual relations with a blood relative, how dominant she is, how much of a disciplinarian she is, or how much of a spanker she is. The only way I can describe it is that she owned you.

The traditional spanking, what she did to your lower buttocks with the hairbrush and wooden spoon, by itself would have been a transforming level of punishment. The photo you posted was stunning. Despite the inadequate color and tonal contrast inherent in home photography, the image showed a well-executed spanking administered by your sister. I love how she targeted the bottom of your bottom. The message was clear that she will do what is necessary to control your behavior with her... that she "wears the pants" in your relationship. You learned the lesson, and your behavior with her will now truly be influenced under her authority because of that spanking. This isn't something to take for granted. Many adult spankings are playing or scening and life is not altered. What you have is genuine. Your sister apparently doesn't want your relationship changed on the surface, but under the surface, that spanking will define an authority dynamic between you two.

["transforming level of punishment" - ooh yes! Never felt ANYTHING like that before - hope to never again!!! brett is right on about the dynamic. In truth she has always been the one in charge, and I the one resisting her being in charge. Me taking the lead on our play scenes with david sort of turned that dynamic a bit upside down. Her doing this flipped it right side up again and reinforced it 100x! I feel like her little puppy dog, and want to do nothing less than run up to her and have her hug me and pet me!]

Of course, in owning you that day, she went much farther than a traditional discipline spanking. We found out she did have designs on your breasts, but I didn't foresee them being punished. I tend not to think outside my box, which is not that inclusive with regard to general BDSM. And I still don't get the t-shirt. Having you in the corner fully naked or in t-shirt and panties makes more sense to me than in just a t-shirt. A minor point, or something more significant?

[I give my thoughts on that below]

I was surprised to see that she intentionally participated in or made the spanking a sexual experience for you. Another way of owning you. Perhaps to maintain an appearance of necessary detachment, she didn't have to acknowledge your orgasms against the tweed of her pants, but of course she knew what she was doing and targeted your body to arouse you. She controlled everything with her expert hands and skillful application of the wooden spoon. Your poor helpless bare body! You were like a fish out of water, flopping across her lap in involuntary spasms, on the one hand begging to escape your burning punishment and on the other climaxing again and again where your bare wet pussy rubbed desperately against the leg of your own flesh and blood. She took you there, and that is not a place you can share and then leave as if nothing ever happened. On the surface, a relationship maintained, but it's a new bond between you and your big sister.

[Yes. Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes! As I look back on the experience from the perspective of one week out, as the pain of the hairbrush and the last 100 with the wooden spoon dims with memory, my disgrace across her knee burns more and more brightly in my memory. FOREVER I will be the little sister who ground her bare wet pussy against her tweed slack and got herself off while being hellishly spanked. Groan and blush!]

I found the ending especially touching. It had been a kind of loving battle between you and Sue, and in an amiable way, you had been utterly defeated. You were a painfully spanked and humiliated little girl. I could almost hear the defeat and resignation in your voice as you asked your husband to administer the final shameful dose of your punishment. The way you had to present your red behind to him and submit your little bottom hole to his erect penis. As you were obliged to explain to him, this wasn't what you wanted. You were being an obedient little sister. You were ass up bent over on your bed because you didn't want another spanking.

[yes.. I also delve into that in my response below]
 
I believe you when you say you never want a spanking like that ever again. You know what a punishment spanking is, as only one who has been punished can know. That doesn't mean you won't be obsessed by the idea that it could happen again. It doesn't mean you won't masturbate with visions of it happening again or that you'll forget what it felt like to cum with your bare pussy pressed against those elegant tweed slacks. I know when your sister is around, you are going to sincerely try to be a good girl. You ARE afraid of what she will do if you're not.

[Yes - my big sister now has the power to sentence me to another spanking anytime she pleases, every bit as hard or harder if she pleases, and I know that I WILL submit. Does she know she has that power over me now?]

I responded to that note from brett below.

Oh golly, Brett. You capture my feelings so well. May I quote large segments for a future post?

I do feel so completely owned by her. I was cheeky with her before. No more! I am genuinely afraid of another spanking. No joke. But why should I be afraid? I'm an adult. She is not allowed to assault me. The problem is that if she sentenced me to another spanking, I would submit to it. I have a deeply rooted submissive side to me. And I guess a masochistic side. My sister clearly triggers it in me in a way no others have. I know this now. I have been taught this by my recent experiences with her. I would do whatever she told me to, even if it meant a painful and humiliating repeat performance across her knee.

I understand the T-shirt. The feelings in my tummy as she rolled it up my body to bare my breasts. Utterly humiliating. Her message was that if I wasn't going to keep them covered around her, that she reserved the right to humiliatingly uncover them. For punishment. And keep them exposed, the refuge of their modest covering so close, banded above my chest, but so inaccessible to me due to her will. The covering or uncovering of my breasts was at her whim, not my choice. Can you imagine being a woman and having to walk around with your T-shirt pulled up to expose your tits? Being forced to do this? I've been topless on a beach many times without shame. This is shameful.

The sexual aspects are INCREDIBLY humiliating. As I look back on my behaviour, my cheeks flush with shame and my tummy churns. Even now, days later, as I write this. When I think of her, or oh my gosh next time I see her socially, with the family, my cheeks will BURN with shame. Not because of the spanking, but because of how I behaved while across her knee, rubbing myself on her pant, unable to control myself. I'll look down at her leg and will BURN with shame. I imagine her knowingly smiling at my blushing cheeks!

And then, yes, having to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis." I'm embarrassed that YOU, Brett, know of this aspect of my punishment. That you correctly assessed the depth of my humiliation and submission while his penis split my bottom hole and thrust deeply into my burning bottom. Knowing that it was part of my punishment. In fact, every remotely interested man on the Internet knows!

[I know, I am such a shame slut when submissive!]

And yes, you are absolutely right that it was not something I chose to do. I had had a very different plan. I did it because I knew with ABSOLUTE certainty that if I did not, my bottom and thighs would get one week to heal, and then I would have to undergo that same hellish spanking all over again, knowing this time what I was in for, and then I would again be required to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis," possibly under HER supervision (which simultaneously horrifies me, humiliates me, and arouses me). So I did it not because it was my choice, but because I feared another spanking.

I'm a strong and stubborn woman. If someone tells me to do something, I bristle and my first extinct is to not do it out of pride and spite. EVERYBODY now knows that I submitted to what is quite possibly the most humiliating sex act a woman can endure, because I would do anything to avoid another spanking of that caliber from her, and was 100% certain that it would be administered if I failed to have this sex act performed on me with the required outcome.

I really, really, really NEVER want another spanking like that. But I think about it. I imagine it. I HAVE already masturbated to it. Does that mean that it's inevitable I will have to go through it again? Ohhhh!

Even knowing how bad it would be, it feels oddly comforting knowing there is somebody who loves me and has the absolute power, knowledge, experience, and iron will necessary to discipline me properly for my own good.

And then brett's response.

Julie, Sure, you can quote what you like.

I think we share some core kink in common, so I have similar feelings about what you went through and how you must process it. I'm also not a submissive person outside this kinky dynamic. I actually haven't truly experienced it as an adult, but I understand that when we get dominated or so completely owned by someone, we're bound to feel the submission and humiliation far stronger than a person who is naturally submissive or comfortably obedient under authority. What your sister did to you, and more importantly how you responded, is a high degree of psychological friction that does indeed make you BURN with shame.

[It's so strange. I actually LOVE and HATE this feeling of shame I have. It is real, honest to goodness shame, and it turns me on to be feeling it so deeply. What with that?]

My kink centers more on the humility of punishment, but I also understand the shame of being helpless under a spanking's sexual power. That power must be wielded by someone with a special quality. Your sister has it for you. I think we are both similarly attracted to females who possess that quality, and no matter how independent we might be, or how strong our natural inclination is to oppose authority or others telling us what to do, a dominant female disciplinarian we respect is too attractive to resist. Sure, we're adults. She is not allowed to assault us, but she owns us, and we have a need to be owned by her. When she spanks, we become helpless and obedient children. Our behavior is truly influenced by our desire to avoid her spankings, because if we get in trouble, we won't dare dismiss her authority. She makes us burn both physically and emotionally, but her love and care is the sweetest elixir.

[I have fun being submissive under a male, but I really truly feel totally owned only by a strong female, and most of all by, what the fuck, my sister...]

I think I do now understand the t-shirt, and it should have been more obvious to me. How one is exposed, the language, the symbolism... every nuance of meaning. Ritual is the lifeblood of the experience.

"And then, yes, having to "present my red behind and submit my little bottom hole to his erect penis." I'm embarrassed that YOU, Brett, know of this aspect of my punishment. That you correctly assessed the depth of my humiliation and submission while his penis split my bottom hole and thrust deeply into my burning bottom. Knowing that it was part of my punishment. In fact, every remotely interested man on the Internet knows!"

The power of that scene was awesome. What makes it so moving is knowing you and your relationship with your husband. Only with that knowledge can we begin to fully appreciate, in that moment of time, the depth of your sexual submission and how it is exposed as it has never been exposed before. Sexual submission, in and of itself, is not so intriguing to me, but this was about spanking and its power over you, Strict Julie. After shameful orgasms while turned over your sisters knee, it was profound that you, the head of your household, had to present your punished rear end to your husband for the ultimate sexual humiliation. Some women want it, but not you. It was ONLY to avoid a spanking from Sue. How many Internet readers now know what happened to your poor little tender bum?

Answer: ALL OF YOU!


But just look at that photo. I mean, her pussy is right there!!! Warm and wet and inviting. Can give her sexual pleasure. Easily penetrated without undue pain. Clean. But no, not for THIS wife. THIS wife must endure his penis splitting her asshole and the painful fucking that ensues. The enduring feeling of cum seeping out of her asshole afterwards reminding her of where she has been so thoroughly violated. The main and intended "sexual" feeling is that of her shame at being utterly and completely debased by her man, on her knees, bottom up, head down.

Last thing I wanted at that moment was any form of penetrative sex from my husband, much less THAT kind. There was exactly one thought that motivated me to fluff him with my mouth and then bend over for him. One thought. Avoiding another such spanking today from my domineering sister. How humiliating is the truth of that?

I decided to buy david an early Christmas present: a beautiful, big-breasted, willing to do anything, blonde sex worker for him to play with!


Is that not, I mean, the PERFECT gift for the man who has everything?

I used some of my underworld contacts to find the right type of girl, and to vouch for us, and went over to her place for an incall. I told david in advance that as his Christmas gift he would be allowed to fuck a hooker in the mouth and cum down her throat. I made the selection and negotiated everything in advance without consulting him at all. It was my gift to him after all.

We will call her Tiffany (she looked like a Tiffany, even though that was not her real name). First of all, let me say that she was a lovely, perky, fun girl. She was quite expensive, and was well booked up, and she ran her own show. She screened us quite thoroughly, both through our reference and by insisting on having our real names. There was no question that she enjoyed her job tremendously, and was by no means coerced into doing this kind of work. In fact, david and I even gave her an orgasm first, before the mouth fucking even started.

When we arrived, she let us in dressed in a long bathrobe, with a short baby doll nighty underneath and ruffled panties. All white. She had very large breasts on a smallish frame, a treat for david (my breasts are a C cup at best - depending on where my body fat percentage is at. She was a petite double-D at least). She had curves and a cute bottom, but you could not call her fat at all.

We greeted at the door and hugged. She said that it so much fun to play with a couple, and commented on both my looks and david's. We returned the compliment. She offered us a little drink and we took it as we chatted about our experiences.

As david had met us after work, we started him off with a shower. This was inspired by my sexy shower over at Mistress Violet's that other time (Punished by Mistress Violet!). david needed to experience this as well.

So first order of business was a husband stripping. Tiffany removed her robe beforehand revealing her cute baby doll nightie and curvy gorgeous body. I was very proud of my man that he displayed a great big erection as soon as he was stripped bare naked. A nice compliment for Tiff. He's in a fit phase now, and looked yummy naked.

We conducted him into the big walk-in shower. I used the spritzer to wet him and then Tiffany and I soaped him up all over as I made him put his hands on top of his head. I encouraged Tiffany to pay special attention to his genitals and backside, which she was only too glad to do. I rinsed him off with slightly overly hot water, which made him yelp and dance around a bit. We took him out and dried him off.

We were treating david like a king. Time to correct that!!!

I had stashed a pair of panties for him in my handbag, and fished them out. I made him step into them. He blushed! Ha ha! He was expecting to be the "big man" that evening. Not so much. Tiffany did not know the details, but knew I would be teasing him and humiliating him a bit in front of her (his kink I told her), and she agreed to play along by giggling at him at the appropriate times, which she did flawlessly.

I walked around him, snapping the waistband of his panties against him as I commented on how pretty he looked in his darling panties. I told Tiff the story of how we purchased this pair and made him wear them home (true story as recounted in Impromptu Shopping Trip). She giggled and laughed and said "oh no!" at all the right places, adding to his embarrassment.

Then I said, "bad boys who enjoy wearing lady's panties get spanked!" Tiffany agreed.

"david," I asked, "will you lie across my knee and let me spank you as if you were my naughty little girl? A good hard spanking to teach you not to be such a pervert?

"yes ma'am," he answered me breathlessly, still blushing furiously.

I pulled up a chair and put him across my knee. Tiffany clapped. I asked her to please look in my bag and fetch me out the big hairbrush I had brought along. I made a show of lowering his panties down to his knees, and then started in directly with a pretty harsh hairbrush spanking!

Tiffany and I were making eye contact, and she looked very happy seeing my husband spanked like that. It adds an extra dimension of fun playing with somebody who does not do this sort of activity full time. I had asked her beforehand, and she is not into BDSM at all (although did admit to enjoying a slap on her ass during sex). So it was fun that a "vanilla" (sort of!) girl was seeing my husband pantied and spanked. Especially because she's much more used to seeing macho type men who want to have rough sex with her, which she enjoys and specializes in (according to her). How degrading for my poor husband to be so relegated to the the bottom of the heap in front of her eyes like this?

And, of course, david did not do himself any favours at all by kicking and crying out during his spanking, and generally carrying on like a bare bottomed six year old getting her comeuppance from Daddy. I spanked until he was cherry red all over his bum, and then let him up. I told him to take off his panties and head into the bedroom as it was time for sex.

Tiffany pointed and david eagerly led the way, bare red bottom shining and wiggling. Tiff even caught up to him and gave him a SMACK with her hand right on his red bottom. Ha ha!

david lay on the big king-sized bed as Tiff and I knelt at the end up on our knees and took each others' clothes off down to bare.


We kissed and fondled along the way. david was languidly rubbing his cock as he watched us.

When we were both naked, we lay down on either side of my husband and started playing with him.

Merry Christmas, baby!

I shifted david over and encouraged him to fondle and suck on Tiffany's large breasts. Tiffany really seemed to enjoy this! She was getting quite legitimately breathless. I rolled her onto her back, and went down on her, licking her shaved pussy as david continued sucking on her tits, fondling them with one hand, and pushing down on her pubic bone with the other as I licked her (david knows I like having his hand pushing down on my pubic bone right above my clit as he licks me, and generalized). I used my fingers down on her vag, stroking the sensitive folds right at the entrance. She moaned and pushed into us and I let my finger penetrate into her. She was very wet inside. I found her G-spot and started rubbing it with my fingertips as I licked her clit. She did not last very long, and shuddered all over her body as she came. Super responsive chick!

But like a pro, she did not turn over and fall asleep (like I would have!), she jumped up and wanted to get "down" to business. She took david's cock in her mouth and started sucking on him as I stroked him everywhere else. She even went right down, deep throating him with no trouble at all.

Before things went too far, I pulled her off of him (and she said a big disappointing sounding "Awwww!").

I got her to lie next to me and told david to get his head down to my pussy and to work his magic tongue on me. The tables got turned and Tiff played with my breasts and kissed my mouth as I got to fondle her tits and ass while david got me off magnificently. As I came, I reached for his head and pulling him into me I ground my pussy hard into his face as Tiff watched me do it, again totally emasculating my poor husband in front of his hooker, my wet juices covering his mouth and nose as I came onto him.

Now it was time for david's real Christmas Gift.

I directed Tiffany to lie face up on the bed, her head towards the headboard on a pillow, leaving some space above her. I told david to mount her, and to put his cock into her mouth. This made Tiffany happy again, to have her mouth filled with hard excited cock. What a gal!


I told him to hold it right there, as I bolted up off the bed, ran naked to my purse in the other room, got out my twin-tailed leather strap, and ran back. I was so excited! david would get a strapping as he fucked her mouth!

I started out lightly to get my aim right, and started strapping his bare ass. I could see his big dangling balls between his spread legs, and his hard cock fucking poor Tiff's mouth.

As I strapped him harder, he used that as "an excuse" to push more deeply into Tiff's eager mouth. She did not seem to mind, but made hungry greedy noises as she got her face fucked like that. I liked as his balls squished up against her chin.

I started talking dirty: "go on, fuck her mouth, do it!" I told him. "But don't you dare cum, or I'll whip the skin right off your ass!" A little tension is good for my boy before his resolution. I whipped him harder and harder as he rhythmically moved inside of Tiffany and cried out at the ass pain.

"Oh please! I have to!" he said, referring to pulling out.

"Don't you dare pull out!" I told him. "You keep fucking Tiffany like a man!" I told him. hee hee. He tried to pull out a bit but Tiffy chased him with her mouth and pulled him back into her. As I whipped him he collapsed back onto Tiffany, crushing her face into the pillow. She moaned in delight, eagerly gobbling his cock and making cute little sex noises as she did so.

She put her arms around his waist and really pulled him into her. I took the opportunity to whip him hardest yet. He yelled "No! No! No!" and then spasmed as he shot his load deep into Tiffany's eager throat!!!!

He was breathless as he slowly pulled out. Tiffany, though, stayed with him and sucked the cream off his softening cock. "Yummy!" she said.

He collapsed onto the bed. I jumped next to him, tussled his hair and said, 'Just kidding, no whipping! Merry Christmas!"

All three of us shared a shower and helped one another clean off and then dry off. We all got dressed and said our thank yous, and then our goodbyes.

Great gift, eh? I'll bet you wish your wife would buy you a hooker for Christmas. Every boy's dream come true!

Ok, I'm going to go a little political on your asses on this post. I never do this, but now I'm getting frustrated. So trigger warning. If you don't want to mix politics with your BDSM, stop reading, and if you think all sexual assault is created equal and #ibelieveher is right on, and get too angry about it even to discuss it, then please stop reading now!
 
So, Matt Damon said we are living in a "culture of outrage". He went on to say “there’s a difference between patting someone on the butt and rape or child molestation. Both of those behaviors need to be confronted and eradicated without question, but they shouldn’t be conflated.”


I don't know anything about this guy, other than I've seen him in some movies, but that quote makes sense to me. And yet he's getting lambasted for saying it!

The proper response to getting any part of you inappropriately touched is to slap the guy in his face. Either that or have a nearby gentleman punch him in the face. That's adequate punishment. It should be written into the law (I am assuming it is not) as being ok to respond that way. And I think safe enough for me to support #ibelieveher in such cases.

If a man actually rapes a woman then for sure that's a serious felony and should be treated as such in the courts of law. And in such cases I am absolutely not a proponent of #ibelieveher. These are serious charges with life changing outcomes, and the accused need the ability to confront their accusers in a court of law. I know it's tough on the girl, and some will not report as a result. But there have been so many cases of false accusations that you cannot "just believe" women, any more than you can "just believe" men.

All the Hollywood scandals are like, really? Those women knew what they were signing up for. They were trading sex for work, or putting up with bad behaviour for work. Just don't do that if you don't want to. Find another line of work. I don't much care about an actress who sleeps her way to the top. I think the guys involved could likely do better at their jobs by not confusing willingness to go to bed with potential box office success, but whatever.

I also don't get the faux outrage over stories of female teachers sleeping with their teenaged charges. Here's a 25-year-old art teacher arrested for having sex with four high-school aged boys in her art class.


Ok, not the smartest move, but good grief, is there a victim here? I think for there to be a crime there needs to be a victim. If a boy was victimized, damaged in some way, then fine, consider that. The real victims are the other 20 boys in the class who didn't get to sleep with her. I think the appropriate "punishment" is to let those other randy youngsters have at her also.

I think there really is a difference here if you reverse the sexes. But it's like 99 times out of 100 there is harm in one case, and in 1 out of 100 there is harm the other way. Fine, treat them the same, but ask if there is an actual victim involved.

Then there's this idiotic idea that a woman can dress how she wants, act how she wants, drink as much as she wants, go anywhere she wants, with anybody she wants (e.g., dress provocatively, flirt outrageously, drink heavily, go alone to a guys' room, make out with him, and then say "no"). Yes, the guy should stop. But does the woman have none of the blame here? Really? NONE?


To me, that's a lesser offense then some guy in a ski mask breaking into your home and violently raping you against your will. Can't we agree on that? Guess not.

Tell me what you guys think. Am I right on, or out to lunch? No need to be politically correct here. All comments welcomed.

Well, Christmas and now New Years have come and gone. We have had a bit of an on again and off again tradition regarding Sue's gift to david, but she has carried on the tradition this year: The Christmas Spank and Wank!

2016: Husband Given Hand Job by Sister

2012: Sister Milks Husband

This time there was no formal exchange of gifts or cards within the family except for the kids (we decided it's getting to be too much). david did give Sue a gift from us - one nice and one very nice bottle of wine when the family was over at her place, disguised as a hostess gift - Sue knew to serve the nice one, and stash the very nice one for a special occasion.

But david had the temerity to go up to Sue and say, with a big puppy dog face, "I know you already gave Julie her present, but nothing for me this year?" I was standing right there and might have blushed a bit. Sue patted david's cheek and said "of course there's a gift for you, just like Julie's". Oh oh for him! Sue was over the other day, during the holidays, to deliver it, and boy did she ever!


By the way, I guess I should say that subsequent to my strict but sexy bare breasted disciplining from Sue (see Spanked by my Sister), that she and I did have a chance to chat in person. I had her alone and coquettishly thanked her once again for my spanking. I was trying to figure out if she was ok with things, if it might happen again, if she wanted one, or what.

She said that she thought I didn't want to talk about it at all. True. I got up the courage, though, to tell her that I couldn't help thinking about it... (so bad!). She got a smile on her face and asked what part of it I thought about. Ok, now we're flirting! (and with my sister! Yuck!) I felt this question was an oblique reference to my having had an orgasm or three during my spanking (!).

I dodged having to admit to my orgasm by answering instead, "I thought most about how much it hurt!", which I said with what I hoped was a cute pout.

"Oh, is that it?" she said, laughing at me, "well you just let me know when you want another," she said with a big grin.

Oh good. I was glad she did not regret it at all. Knowing how she reacted last time to my asking for it to be not so hard, I thought I would play that game again: "ok, but not so hard next time?"

"Harder," she said, "and longer - careful what you ask for." Ohhhh! If I ever get up the nerve to ask again, my bum is going to be soooo sore and red! I am such a fucking switch and she knows it. I knew because of this answer that it would be impossible to get it out of my mind now!

But I wasn't done playing yet. Wondered what she would make of my next demand: "But not my breasts next time, ok? That really hurt." I said it with a concerned look in my eyes. Guess how she answered? Yup!

"Especially your breasts next time," she said. "I'll whip them rosy red." Relentless!

"They're delicate," I said, cupping them gently.

"Yes they are," she said.

"Well I might not ask, in that case!" I said with another pout.

"Your choice," she said. Checkmate!

"Oh fine. But will I ever get to return the favour at all? Give you a nice little spanking?" I asked.

She looked at me as if she was scandalized: "No!" she said. "What do you take me for? A submissive?" She said this with a sneer in her voice as she said the word "submissive".

Oh great. She thinks less of me for having submissive tendencies. I felt that sort of pierce me. I used to identify as a pure top myself. There is nothing in the least embarrassing about that. But identifying as a submissive, no other way to cut it, is humiliating. You crave your kicks by submitting yourself to another, undergoing whatever humiliations she dreams up, taking whatever pain she gives out, just for that feeling. It's tummy churning in its embarrassment. But that tummy churning embarrassment is exactly part of the feeling you are after!

So that was that. I now know a repeat performance is on offer, and pretty much know what I would get if I were to ask her again: an epic ass beating plus a breast whipping! I'm sure she would not spare me the embarrassment of another orgasm across her knee either. And it's not so much of a stretch her ordering my husband, under her direction and supervision, to sexually abuse me as well. She used to have Barbie and Ken dolls. Now she has the two of us. It would be so bad. Now, if only I can stop thinking about it!

Anyways, this post is not about me, but rather about david's Holiday gift from Sue: his spank and wank, so let's get back to that!


When Sue came over david was very excited. He so likes his sister-in-law and is so excited to see her. I made him strip bare and show us exactly how excited he was to see her!


"Wank first or spank first?" asked Sue. We have a friend from the UK who refers to male masturbation as "wanking". Sue has taken to use it to mean giving him a handjob as well (perhaps incorrectly? Help me out you Brits out there!).

"Ummm... spank first?" asked david, hopefully.

"No," said Sue. "Given you so impertinently asked me for your gift this year, I think we'll do it the other way around. And this year your wife will give you your wanking, and then I'll give you your spanking."

"What fun!" I said, clapping my hands in glee. I hoped david wasn't too terribly disappointed by this turn of events. I guess I wasn't sorry that Sue was insisting I do the honours. While intellectually I enjoy allowing Sue to give david a handjob from time to time, there might be a touch of stupid jealousy in there. I was secretly glad she was asserting who was the wife in this relationship, but would never admit that!

"Should we make him hold his splooge in his mouth while you spank him?" I asked, in what I thought was a very nonchalant manner. It's a favourite trick of mine, especially when I know the spanking will be hard. A very effective way of gagging him. I am such a sadist. I love hearing those clothed-mouthed screams of pain from my man knowing he's holding in a big mouthful of his own ejaculate. Somehow fitting for males, given the amount of hornyness they generally get up to (although I'm one to talk!)

"I don't see why not. Let's," answered Sue.

"Where should I do it," I asked, "up in the bedroom alone with him, or down here with you?" I wasn't 100% sure what she wanted, given she had requested I do the more sexually oriented honours.

"Oh right here is fine. I want to see." Sue enjoys seeing a male made to spurt, especially my husband.

"Stay there," I told david, "I'll get the oil." I left david standing in his altogether in front of my sister, excitement on full display, while I went to fetch the baby oil and a towel. I wonder what they talked about while I was gone?

david receives his handjobs with the baby oil

I spread the white towel out on the seat of the couch and had david come over and lie face up. He remained very excited as he lay down.

Isn't that a pretty sight? Eager and ready. So naively waiting there. Willing to put up with any amount of teasing and abuse, just for a nice cum.

I also brought down with me the dreaded wooden spanking spoon we keep in the bedroom (I now know it very well - very intimately acquainted, she and I).


I asked Sue if this was what she wanted, and she told me that I had read her mind. She had a little grin on her face, which I interpreted as being a reference to my wooden spoon spanking at her hands, when I came while across her lap (Blush Blush Blush!)

I sat next to him on the couch and began dripping baby oil onto his cock and balls and then started rubbing him.


"Hope you enjoy this," said Sue. "You know what's coming next," she added as she smacked the wooden spoon into her palm.

Audrey Knight

I rubbed him until he had gotten very excited indeed and then I started teasing him, much to Sue's delight. I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and made his head stand out bright red. Like this.


Then I gave his cocktip a good hard smack. Then pushed it down onto his tummy and spanked the underside of the shaft and head up and down until he howled. Amazing how fast he limpens! Then I started in rubbing him again, quickly getting him back to full hard-on. As he was getting close, and I was feeling some pre-cum I lightened my grip and just gently circled my fingertips around his head.


"How am I doing?" I asked Sue.

"9.5," she answered, playing the Russian judge at the Olympics.

"I think he's ready to spurt," I told my sister.

"Awwww. Are you ready to spurt david? asked Sue. "As soon as you do, it's right across my lap for your spanking."

"And the more you cum," I added, "the more you'll have to hold in your mouth during your spanking. You'll get to swallow it all afterwards. But you better open wide and show me a good mouthful of cum after Sue is done with you, or else I'll take the skin off your bum with my strap."

As we spoke like this he got even more excited. And I let his cock dangle in the air completely, just giving him the slightest little rubbing on his urethra.


"Please...!" he begged me as he made a shameful display of humping his hips up and down trying to get me to touch him harder.

"I'll need Sue's permission, but maybe we should start your spanking now," I suggested, "with you in this state. Let you hump Sue's knee while she spanks you and cum all over her lap." I winked at Sue as I said this. It was self-referential, as I had done exactly that across her knee but we had never discussed it. The wink was also so she would know I was not serious about it. "She'd have to hike her dress right up so you don't mess it, and take her pantyhose off so you can rub her bare skin."

"Yes! Please Yes!" begged david, thinking that I was actually serious and this was something I had arranged with Sue. Poor deluded boy.

"I'll make a deal with you," I told him, if you can hold off for... let's see now... another whole minute, then we'll ask Sue if she would do that for you. Ok?"

"No! Please!!!" said david, knowing he could not last 10 seconds if I started rubbing him in earnest again.

"Well, let's see you try anyways," I said in a cheery voice as I re-engaged with his cock and started giving him full hard slow shaft to tip strokes with my tight little slippery closed fist.

"No!" he begged as he squirmed under me, "I can't!" he begged.

"Do you like it tight like this?" I asked him. "Is it like fucking my bottom hole, david? Like what Sue made you do to me after my spanking? Is that what my hand feels like, david? I hope you don't cum early this time, like you did when your cock was buried up my butt." I had the dual purpose of making david cum, but also just couldn't stop thinking about my spanking from Sue!!!

"Oh no!" he said as he ejaculated all over and onto the back of my hand.


"Oh! You bad boy!" I told him. "Just can't hold it, can you? And just look at the huge mess you've made! That's all going in your mouth now, young man, and you can just hold it there while Sue gives you the spanking you deserve."

I told him to "open" and "don't swallow" as I transferred as much of his ejaculate as I could from my hands; and his cock, tummy, and balls; to his mouth. In the process I assaulted his penis by squeezing out every last drop and roughly rubbing his now super-sensitive tip, a trick I had learned not so long ago: post-orgasm punishment! He wiggled and flopped, amusing both me and his sister-in-law as I concentrated on his poor abused cocktip. david was unable to say anything or even beg, given the mouthful I had made him hold.

I then got a cloth from the kitchen and cleaned his midsection up a bit.

"Poor boy," I said, fondling his balls. "Now you have to get your spanking after you've cum. It's going to hurt a lot more like that, won't it?" I asked him.

"Mmmm mmmm" he said nodding his head up and down, keeping his mouth tightly closed.

"You won't swallow now, will you?"

"Nnnn nnnn" he said, shaking his head no.

"Good, because I don't want to have to strap the skin off your backside after Sue's already spanked you. But you know I will, don't you?"

"Mmmm mmmm" he nodded his head up and down, confirming that he did know that. Well, not literally taking the skin off. More figuratively speaking.

"Will you go over you sister-in-law's knee like a good little boy, and take every last stroke?"

"Mmmm mmmm" he nodded affirmatively.

"Just look at him, Sue," I said to her, "his cheeks like a little chipmunk's."

"You keep that all in your mouth," echoed Sue, "and don't swallow any. There'll be inspection after, and I'm sure you won't be wanting your wife's strap after I'm done with you," stated Sue. david nodded affirmatively at this. Then turning to me, Sue said, "give me the towel for my lap, he may be still a bit wet and goopy."

I took the towel and draped it across Sue's lap which she re-positioned to over her left knee only. Ominously she then took him right over her left knee and placed her right leg across the backs of both of his, clamping him down with his bum high. Not promising for him regarding leniency!

Love this image! Could be Sue, david and I. Just colour me blonde and substitute the wooden spoon for the hairbrush!

Sue deployed spoon to bum. She started a bit lightly, but fairly rapidly ramped it up to a level that had david wiggling his ass and "mmmm"ing. The way she had him bent over (similar to the drawing above) gave her easy access to his lower cheeks, thighs, and inner cleft. As she spanked, his little brown bumhole winked at us saucily! She was as determined with david as she had been with me to well-punish those naughty bare ass cheeks.

She must have stuck with it for at minimum a good hearty five minutes or so, at a rate I would guess to be about once a second. But I wasn't timing or anything. It did feel long, though! So well over a couple of hundred good hard ones that left his backside deep red with spoon-shaped bruises white in the middle. He did look like he was suffering, especially as he had to keep his mouth closed throughout and breath entirely through an increasingly snotty nose. The entire time he was kept jacknifed and clamped over Sue's left knee, ass high. Despite the length and the severity, I did feel that she had nonetheless gone harder on me!

When she decided he was done, she released him and he sank down onto his knees, clutching at his cheeks. His eyes were wet and his nose was running, but no big tears like for me. We had him there kneeling, positioned in front of Sue and I. I made him look up at us and show us. He opened his mouth like a little bird, and it was clear that there was still a good deal of ejaculate in there, at least to the extent that Sue and I were both satisfied with his efforts. I grabbed him gently around his throat with my one hand, tilted his head back and clamped his nose with my other, and ordered him to swallow. I could feel his throat convulse as he swallowed down his own load. Love that!

"Good girl!" said Sue as he took his ejaculate down his throat.

"A little corner time now," I told him.

"Here, stick this up his bum," suggested Sue, handing me the wooden spoon!

"No! We may want to use that again." (was I speaking about myself?). "And besides, I don't want to get splinters up his ass. Here, I have an idea," I said, and went to the kitchen and pulled out a red plastic spoon. More washable and less splintery!


I had david bend over and put his arms down on the couch. Then I used the baby oil to lubricate the handle of the spoon, and inserted it up into his rectum, far enough that it would stay there. I touched up his backside a bit more with Sue's wooden spoon. We both laughed as his red plastic spoon jiggled around in the air, amplifying his butt's movements. Sue came over and jiggled his little tail for him.


I then sent him to stand in the corner showing off his red bum with that ridiculous red spoon sticking out his anus. Sue suggested we make him carry an egg around in the bowl of the spoon, and whip him if it drops, but she wasn't serious.

how humbling... Evil sisters... what mischief!

I didn't take any pics of david like that, so I thought I would find some reasonably close images on the web and insert a red spoon myself into his ass using Photoshop. Not such a great result, but gives you the general idea! Humbling to have to stand there in front of his wife and sister-in-law after,

1. a forced handjob from his wife, making a spectacle of himself in front of his sister-in-law;
2. a good hard wooden spoon spanking across his sister-in-law's knee in front of his wife;
3. having to hold his own cum in his mouth during that entire ordeal, under threat of a severe strapping from Mommy if he didn't;
4. a forced slutty swallow afterwards (every last drop!), minutely witnessed by us mischievous sisters;
5. and then having to endure us laughing at a kitchen spoon inserted deep into his rectum for corner time!

Priceless.

We left david there while Sue packed up and left, bright red ass cheeks on show, the kitchen spoon obscenely protruding out his rectum. Afterwards I came up to him, grabbed him by the ear and dragged him up to our bedroom. I told him the spoon stays in until he's gotten me off at least three times with his tongue (three is my magic number. I was horny watching him get his bum beat so it was not much of a challenge).

A nice gift from Sue on top of my earlier one to him. What a sexy holiday season for him!

david's been a doll lately. He's always thinking about me in the sack. At bedtime, when I nuzzle my bare backside up against him he immediately starts fondling and kissing me, quickly progressing to going down on me and giving me one or a few really lovely orgasms. Of course, afterwards all I want to do is roll over and go to sleep, so poor hubby is left with a massive hard on. He's not allowed to jerk off in bed when I'm trying to sleep (for obvious reasons), and he's not allowed up and out of bed (as he starts his day very early and needs his rest), and he also mustn't wiggle or squirm (so annoying!). As a result, every now and then I get quite guilty over not reciprocating, so yesterday I decided I would give him a treat.

I collected him early for bedtime. I had him strip down to his undies and lie across my lap. I was seated on the side of our bed. I started in by giving him a light hand spanking and hand groping as I teased him by moving his underwear in and out and around. I then pulled his underpants down his legs and off his feet and continued with my light spanking and fondling. I reached between his legs and pulled his cock and balls out, making him close his legs to trap them where I could see them and touch them.


I continued his spanking and also started fondling his penis and testicles with my small, soft, cool hand. david is very verbal-sexual so I like to spin a few fantasies for him as I do this. Here are some of the sorts of things I said.

"So aren't you ashamed? Across your wife's knee getting spanked like this. What would the ladies at the office think if they knew this is how you like to get off? Like a naughty little boy across his Mama's knee?"

I can gauge the effectiveness of my little stories by his squirming and moaning, the colour of his cocktip, and the strength and "twitchyness" of his erection.

I reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out the baby oil. Though his head was down and away, he could tell from my motions and the sounds what was coming, and he squirmed deliciously across my knee. I opened the bottle and poured some baby oil on his cock and balls, and into his ass crack, and started massaging it in. I also kept up with alternating to his light hand spanking as well, now with an oily hand. His breathing got faster.

"Remember how you used to go to massage parlours behind my back? Is this what those girls did to you? Did they rub your cock like this? I imagine they didn't have you across their knees though! What would they have thought had you asked them for what you really wanted? To be across their knees like this, getting a spanking. Would they have laughed at you? Called you a sissy boy? Or at least thought it? What if one of them had taken one look at you, sized you up, and put you across her knee? You would have liked that, wouldn't you have? Maybe I'll take you back there, and pre-arrange for a girl to do that while I watch. Would you enjoy that? Maybe pay for two or three to come in and watch as well. Sissy husband getting a sissy handjob across a young lady's knee, your panties pulled right down. Getting spanked like this while you get rubbed? Swallowing afterwards. I think they'd enjoy seeing that."

Then I started playing with his bottom hole with my other hand. I teased him by touching gently and slowly pulling away. His ass followed. I held my finger touching but just out of reach so that the only way he could get penetrated was by pushing his ass aggressively into the air, impaling himself that way, which I allowed.

I changed the scene again.

"You like that, do you? You like me touching your bumhole? You're behaving like such a little slut, begging for my finger up in there. Is this what your Doctor does to you? Puts her finger up in here and feels around? Do you embarrass yourself like you're doing now when she does it? I bet you do and don't even know it. I was in to visit her the other day, did you know? She has a very young and attractive nurse who just started. I gave her my permission to conduct your next digital exam, while the Doctor watches and double checks of course. I hope you don't mind? I also requested she check the volume of your ejaculations. I think it's headed down a bit, although you might prove me wrong today. I want a nice big healthy load so there's more for you to have to swallow afterwards. Ha ha! You know I even told the Doctor and nurse that, and do you know, they laughed aloud? I suggested they kill two birds with one stone and put you across the young nurse's knee just like you are now for both the prostate exam and your ejaculation test. Can you imagine that?


You across the pretty young nurse's knee, her doing to you what I'm doing now, while the Doctor watches and shakes her head at my pussy whipped husband? I said to speed it along that they should slap your ass like a little whore. That you get 'turned on' by being spanked by a woman. They had a huge laugh over that one!"

He bucked and squirmed with those thoughts in his mind as he jetted a huge ejaculation into my hand and onto the backs of his legs. I scooped up as much as I could into the palm of my left hand. I outstretched it in front of his face as he remained across my knee, and made him lap it all up as I continued spanking him, and then swallow it all down as I watched, every last drop (Julie's rule!).

Thinking of doing a "babysitter" roleplay with my husband. Was interested in your thoughts on this particular genre. What would super turn you on?


Here are my initial thoughts.

I imagine he is a fourteen-year-old teenager, a little "too old" to have a babysitter. I am the twenty-one-year-old girl next door, 1950's style: sneakers, socks, skirt, blouse, sweater. I have been asked to babysit him for the weekend while his parents are out of town on a mini-vacation.

I am a very orderly person. My little overnight case is packed in a very exact fashion, everything in its place. On Saturday morning I notice that a pair of my panties are on the wrong side of the suitcase, and are folded a different way than I always fold them. Nothing else seems touched. It is only david and I in the house. I strongly suspect he has been very naughty with them!

I grab the panties and go down to the living room, yelling for david to join me. I hold out the panties with both hands at arm's length and ask him, "what is the meaning of this? Have you been into my suitcase?"


I imagine david blushes, stammers, looks at his feet and denies, denies, denies.

I give him a good hard slap across the face and tell him I know it was him and he should admit it. He again denies, but is starting to tear up. Another good hard slap across his face, and he breaks down crying, admits it, and apologizes.

I ask him what he did with them. He swears he only touched them and looked at them. I keep him there and quiz him on his motivation. "I don't know!" he wails.

"You've been a very, very bad boy," I scold. "You went into my room without permission, and then went through my things without permission in a sneaky fashion. You then lied to me about it when I confronted you. And, worst of all, you were being naughty with my underwear!"

"I wasn't!" he says, referring to the "being naughty" part.

"You certainly were! Fondling my underwear? That is very naughty!" He goes quiet. He is looking horribly embarrassed.

"Will you tell Mommy and Daddy?" he asks.

"No. This is between you and me, young man, unless you make it otherwise," I say.

"Thank you," he says, clearly relieved.

"But don't think you won't be punished," I added. "You'll get a good hard spanking and then I'll wash your mouth out for your lying."

"A... a... a... spanking...?" he says, shocked.

"A good hard spanking, right on your bare bottom," I add.

"B... b... bare bottom...?" he says, even more shocked.

"Bare bottom," I reiterate, "no more backtalking!"

"I'm too old for a spanking," he whines.

"You're not too old to misbehave, so you're not too old to be punished. And I warned you about your backtalk. After your mouth soaping we'll just keep that bar in your mouth while you go across my knee for another spanking. Care to backtalk me some more, young man? No, I thought not."

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So that's my setup. You like???

In terms of activities I thought as follows.

• I'll have him in his size too small tighty-wighty underpants. I'll make him take his pants right off and then have him stand in the corner to "think about his misbehaviour for a half an hour".
• Question: should I undress him myself down to his underpants, or make him do it in front of me?
• Would that be embarrassing for a "young lad" to be made to stand in the corner, in only his tighty-wighty underpants, in front of the cute young babysitter, waiting for his spanking? I imagine so.
• Should I make him do the full half-hour, even just for roleplay?
• Where should his hands go, at his sides or on his head?
• When his time is up I'll grab him by the ear and march him over to the spanking chair with the wooden hairbrush placed on it, then sit and take him across my knee.
• What do you think, should he be made to lower his underpants before going across my knee, should I lower them for him, or can he keep them up until he's across my knees?
• What's the psychology of having him bare his penis to his babysitter prior to punishment?
• If he's hard do I ignore it completely or scold him for it?
• I'll lecture him and tell him this spanking is for sneaking into my room and going through my things without permission. Then I'll give him a good hard one with the hairbrush.
• Should I warm him up gently with my hand and then build the intensity with the brush? A "real" angry babysitter would start right in with a punishment. Should I do that for realism?
• I'll stand him up and take him by the ear to the bathroom. There I'll wash out his mouth with soap. Lots and lots of suds. I'll scold him for lying to me and tell him this is what will happen to him every time he lies to me.
• Should I use a washcloth, or the bar of soap directly, or both?
• Any special tips for memorable mouth soapings?
• I'll make him hold the bar of soap in his mouth, take him across my knee, scold him for his back-talking and give him a hand spanking. Then the bar can come out and he may rinse.
• We've had a bad experience once where I kept the bar in for too long (he was standing in the corner) and his mouth was sore all next day from mild caustic burns. Will try to limit the time the bar is in, but is there a better kind of soap that will damage him least?
• Then I'll take him to his bedroom, make him lie face down on the bed across several pillows, and use the strap on him. I'll scold him for being "naughty" with my panties as I strap him.
• Thinking just twenty or so, not to go overboard for realism. Is ok?
• Should the strap be something I brought along with me to deal with naughty charges, or one I found in the basement, or one his parents told me to use on him if he misbehaved?
• Afterwards I'll tell him he's taken his punishment, I'm satisfied, and he's now forgiven, and no reason for his parents to know anything about it. I'll give him a gentle and seductive kiss on the cheek.
• I'll tell him to stay as he is. I'll fetch the cold cream to soothe his buns. When I come back, I'll rub it into his ass and thighs. I'll notice that the strap worked its way towards the insides of his thighs and rub there as well, brushing his balls.
• When he reacts, I'll ask, horrified, "are you excited by this???"
• I'll make him turn over so I can see his big erection. OMG! I'll giggle and say none of my panties are safe when he's in this state!
• I'll ask if he masturbates? He'll lie and say no. I'll tell him that I won't be safe in this house unless he does. I'll make him do it in front of me to be sure it gets done.
• Question: should I "encourage" him by giving him a little peakaboo at my tits?

Let me know what you think, and any suggestions!

It happened and I'm halfway through writing up the babysitter roleplay I wrote about in my last blog Babysitter Roleplay Advice Please! Thank you for all the suggestions, they were super helpful and inspiring and my husband and I had a great session as a result. It's taking longer to write it than I thought as so many things went on. An exciting additional development was that Mistress Violet Mays had a subby reaching out to her referencing that blog entry, and so she and I both did essentially the same roleplay and compared notes! Cool! I learned about it when she left me a comment here.

Anyways, I thought I'd pound out a quick blog entry to hold you over based on some unrelated  recent events, and some of my surprising behaviour.

It started with a comment from one of my readers named Tim (there is more than one tim, but this one I have to capitalize from now on, and he goes by a different handle when he posts - Tim may fill you in if he wishes to in the comments).

Anyways, I have known Tim as being a switch, but with more of an inclination towards topping. We had an email exchange after a comment he posted where he said I was a being a bit short and dismissive with him in my reply. I wrote back giving him what I thought of was a bit of a mild "spanking":

Hi tim,

In my opinion, one has to be careful what one reads into short messages. In the void made by the absence of long, carefully thought out responses, the sentiments read into it can be more a reflection of the reader's thoughts and emotions rather than those of the writer. (We are all guilty of this from time to time). This is surely the case here, because none of the thoughts and emotions you assign to me are in fact anywhere close to what I actually think or feel. Without the nuance of in-person communication, short messages can be easily misinterpreted. I know that you know this, as your email messages are always long and well thought out, and you take pains to convey your true thoughts and emotions accurately. Not so in your blog comments, those can be easily misinterpreted. In answering blog comments, I have to knock each one out quickly, as you can imagine. When a range of possible interpretations present themselves (including some being gentle teasing from a mostly Dominant Woman to submissive men), withold judgement and imagine the nicer end until proven otherwise. Saves grief!

Sincerely,
Julie

There we go. I wrote that feeling a bit smug. I was definitely in the right on this one. I enjoyed giving him his little "lecture". Putting him gently but firmly in his place, making him a better person as a result. With great power comes great responsibility. (I say this tongue in cheek, reflecting back now and feeling a bit foolish...)

He was also upset that I had asked his permission to publish a story he had written for me a while back, yet I had still not gotten around to doing so (months and months later). He withdrew his permission in a pique. But then after the above email he wrote back, restoring permission to his story as a peace offering I supposed.

Hi Julie,

Thanks, I will most certainly remember this when making and reading future comments and replies. I usually put more thought into my primary comments, but I too am guilty of off the cuff comments that could easily be misinterpreted. I shall endeavour to curb my interpretations and grow a thicker skin (lol).

The other thing is my story (I’m probably driving you nuts at this point). If you are still interested and if would still like to share it with your readers I am okay with that regardless of the time frame. It is totally up to you whether you post it today, tomorrow or ten years from now it will not matter to me. The only time I would ever mention it in the future is if and when I ever finish the two sequels.

I know you are busy and that this blog is not your life only a hobby/pastime and that your real life is your husband, friends, family and work. So thank you for taking the time from that to correspond with me. It is greatly appreciated.

Cheers

Tim

Was that not a nice, gentle, gentlemanly reply? Especially so after I realize now how positively and cringe-inducingly condescending my original note was. I have the best readers! I wrote back saying as much,

tim,

What a delightful reply. You took your gentle spanking from me very well. Such a good boy!

The thing is, publishing the story has now turned into a sort of tease and denial thing, your tortured reactions are turning me on a little. One of the perils of corresponding with a Domme...

Julie

Mischievous, aren't I? Pulling my puppy's tail like that. But apparently, puppy liked playing with the Tiger Lady!

julie,

Ha, ha, ha! Is that what that was supposed be?? Here I thought we were just having a nice friendly conversation with each other about misinterpretations. Oh well, if that’s what floats your boat…sure, let’s go with that!

So glad to hear I’ve turned you on! Here’s the thing about tease and denial, and as a domme you should know this, it’s only tease and denial if the person being teased and denied really wants what’s being denied! Not so much in this case it’s more a case of publish it if you want to, don’t publish it if you don’t want to, I don’t care, hence the never bringing it up again in the future. So…sorry no tease and denial here I’m afraid!

Oh wait, my mistake, there is a tease and denial here, you can publish the story, you can’t publish the story, you can publish the story, you….hmmm, this is turning me on!! 😉

Cheers,

Tim

Notice the respective capitalization of our names. And the condescending way he referred to me as a "domme". So little timmy wanted to play power games with me, did he? He didn't know what he was getting himself in for!

Power games is it? Would love to have you tied face down naked on a spanking bench to continue that discussion... ;-)

Julie

There! That will show him! I was expecting a submissive little response saying how much he would just DIE were that to happen to him, his every Strict Julie fantasy fulfilled. This is what I got instead...

Likewise, this "Daddy" would love to have you naked across my knee with your panties dangling around your ankles for the very same discussion!!😉

Tim

So, that was unexpected. Notice how he picked up on my "Daddy" fantasies which started a disturbing little flutter in my nether regions. The idea of being draped naked across his knee, my panties dangling around my ankles, my legs flutter-kicking as he spanked me rosy. Fine, point for him. But the game was not over yet. I shook my head and suppressed any submissive feelings and summoned up my fiercest Dommy Warrior. My reply would melt him into a submissive puddle. It needed to be witty, scathing, devastatingly sexy, make him yearn to even lick my boots. I was contemplating my reply when unexpectedly Tim went in for the kill shot!

julie,

After our last email exchange I decided this would be an apropos cartoon for you!😉

TIM

Notice the EXTREME capitalization of his name, and his continued lower-casing of mine. This is the cartoon he included for me (the filename was even "julie.jpg").


Well, just gosh... I'll come back to my feelings looking at that, but summing it all up, this was my immediate reaction to Tim: utter defeat.

Ok, well... that made my pussy tingle. You win!
May I publish it and a bit of our banter as background, Sir?

Sir was, of course, extremely gracious with me in his response.

julie,

Your capitulation is graciously accepted! ;-)
Yes, of course you may use it and our email banter if you wish.

Cheers ;-)

TIM

I know when I'm beat. I know when I look at a drawing of my very well spanked bottom and my pussy starts gushing a little between my legs, and I get that tummy churning butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach, that he had subdued me, dominated me, made me his little submissive. As I read down the captioning and found out that I was in for another spanking just for being (admittedly deliberately) disrespectful with my manner of address, and that he WAS NOT going to let that slide, I gushed even a little more.

After I received Tim's reply, I will even shamefacedly admit that I propped up his cartoon of me on my pillow on my iPad, and masturbated to the thought of me getting that spanking (especially that second spanking) from him. I inserted a dildo in my pussy and used my fingers on my clit, imagining that Tim was doing more than just spanking me! Imagining my sore red ass pushed into the bed as Tim made me His woman.

Please don't get me wrong. I love being Dommy. I love my Dommy roles very, very much, and for the most part I enjoy interacting with others on email in my Dommy role. It is the rare gentleman who even attempts to top me, and rarer still those who succeed. So don't get any ideas, 'fellas. You better be up to the task if you expect to Dom me.

In this case, I think it was the creativity of sending me the cartoon, and the careful captioning. His topping instincts. His unwillingness to disengage. The captivating (not rude) and consistently gentlemanly way he continued. The time taken. And then his politeness and graciousness after I "capitulated". It just sort of melted me into a puddle of submissive goo. Geeze I'm easy!

Is this a woman/man sort of thing? His unrelenting drive to "win" and "dominate" (so gently, or he would not have "won"). My being sexually susceptible to his suggestions: a weak woman melting like butter to His Dominance.

I'm going to go have a cold shower now and get back to topping!

Finally! Have you ever had this idea for a scene and then had to wait, like, forever until you could get to do it? And then even longer to write it all up and publish it! What between his evenings booked up and mine, and then business travel for him (practically a whole week of crying into my pillow alone at night). Finally we were able to play! Yay! And finally I've finished the write-up as well.

But this roleplay also turned out to be fun and special for a different reason. Mistress Violet, our fave Pro Domme in the city of Toronto and I did twinsie roleplays! (you can see my link to her in the sidebar). A blog reader (so far anonymous) contacted her and asked her to play out the exact scene I described, pointing her to my blog. She initially let me know via a comment and I subsequently emailed her asking for some detes! Her original comment that some of you might have missed was:

Mst Violet Mays - 30 January 2018 at 17:16

Hi Julie,

As you know I swing by your blog from time to time, but this time I had a client request a session based on this very same role play scene. Living in a FLR is the dream, but hiring a Pro might be second best ;)

Anyway, we pretty much played out this exact scenario, steering clear of diaper play and bi-scenes. I love the Mad Men-esque vibe, and as I got to play babysitter, I went with a light pink dress & chocolate brown cardigan with puffy shoulders. Soft pink heels and pink stockings. Very innocent but put together in a strict way.

We had a timeout in the corner, hairbrush spanking on the bottom, and then yes we did the soap in the mouth! I picked out a cucumber soap from a health food store as I just had a feeling that would be the safest, and I also soaked the bar in warm water for 15 minutes before - thanks to a comment from one of your readers - which helped with the suds. I also made sure to put the cream in the fridge - very fun when applied to a sore and rosy bottom!

Let me know when you've done the scene with your boy and we can compare notes.

Violet Mays

Is that not the coolest thing ever? That we all inspired a reader to go hire Mistress Violet, and that Mistress Violet did her research on our blog and our comments, and then acted it out with this guy. Do we know you, sir? Have you ever commented before? I hope you drop us a comment here, even if it is anonymously!

I immediately emailed Violet asking how it went and if she could share anything more that I could publish. She came back with the following:

Dear Julie,

My client did indeed ask for this specific blog entry to be acted out, with free reign to take or leave what comments I wished. I decided to follow your lead based on your responses, as this gentleman is obviously quite enamoured of your style. The session was fabulous and really I turn to your blog in this regard. I was able to read through the blog in order to dig deeper into the psyche of both the david character and the babysitter. And because of the number of comments, I was also able to imagine severe parallel possible outcomes for the scene (diaper play, the father's role, etc.) which were then thwarted by your desire to have such a strict 1950's scenario.

The standing facing the wall position with arms bent into underpants which I carried out - hilarious yet evil. Someone especially conniving came up with that one at some point in human history. Washing his mouth out with soap made me feel simultaneously squeamish, fascinated, and sadistic. There was no way that I was not going to do it, but I thought a visit to a health food store was needed. Something that only a vegan, environmentalist hippy would use on their skin is the only thing for internal mouth washing! (or so my mind decided)

We did include a strapping, and it was quite magical. When I asked my client for the number of straps, AFTER I had already soundly strapped him, it was my way of checking in to see how he was doing. 50 straps! My ears tingled, the corners of my mouth turned upwards. I ran my hand over his cheeks and settled into a methodical, hard strapping. Enjoying each movement, each forceful unfolding of my arm onto his bottom, was a conscious one. I enjoyed taking my time, and knowing that he and I were both there for the journey. And yes I got wet between my lips and my whole pelvic area stirred as I knelt beside him. The pleasures derived specifically from sadism are intense and delicious.

Thank you for your naughty, smart brain and for your commitment to perverse fun.

~ Mistress Violet ~
Sensual Sessions with a Dominant Woman, Toronto
mistressvioletmays.com

Is that not so exciting? It is! All you readers that are in Toronto or can travel here, I highly recommend you save your pennies and book your own "Strict Julie" experience with Mistress Violet. You could even indicate which of my blog entries most fascinates you and negotiate a scene based on that. And then please email me and tell us all about it!

Well, of course I was hyper-enthousiastic for my scene with david after this. When he was away I ran aspects of my babysitter scene past him by email and he loved it (though he admitted to being very nervous about his mouth soaping!). He was kept well-teased while away from me as a result. I kept back some of the extra ideas from the comments as a surprise for him.

The first thing I did was to go to the Winner's to buy him his too-small tightey-whitey underpants. He normally wears an XL brief, bordering on an L. I went M. I was wanting something a bit uncomfortable and embarrassing for him to be in when the babysitter exposes him. As if his Mother buys him his underwear still, and does not realize how much her boy has grown, and he is too shy to make a point.

Only one step away from having those lowered for his spanking!

By the time the appointed evening had come, I had everything prepared, including the implements, where they were placed, the soap, my outfit, his undies, everything! I had even purchased some sticky-tape hooks, and put one up on the inside of our hall closet where I hung my tawse. It's a bit out of the way. It's not guaranteed that all visitors will see it, but some may. It's staying there!

He had been away from me for too long (on a business trip that spanned the weekend). On his first night back in bed we kissed and cuddled and teased one another, but deliberately did not have sex to keep our excitement high. We spoke about the babysitter roleplay and we agreed we'd do it the evening of the very next day. In the morning I gave him his little briefs to wear.

"A little small!" he complained as he pulled them on. Ha ha! ALL DAY LONG!

I made sure to get home before him, and I prettied myself up and changed into my 1950's teenaged babysitter outfit. Soft yellow cardigan sweater, grey calf-length skirt, off-white blouse, stockings and heels. That's how I greeted him as he came home and I went right into our roleplay.

I asked him about school and he played along. I told him to go upstairs to get washed up for dinner. "Don't go into my room!" I called after him as he headed upstairs. Of course, this was his signal to do just that! I had prepared a little overnight bag, on the right side of which I had a pair of slightly sexy panties folded and placed just so. Is that not true commitment to a scene? Going so far as to pack a bag for realism? No half-measures from this gal!

david knew the premise of our roleplay, so, being such a naughty perverted little imp, he did sneak into my room as I was preoccupied with my dinner preparations, and did gosh knows what (but I would find out) with my panties!

[For the rest of the blog, I'll narrate our scene from the point of view of the babysitter telling her story. It will be action-wise exactly as it happened, but I cannot vouch for the exact words we used, as I am recreating everything I remember now as I write, but I won't bother you with that anymore and just do the best I can to remember without further comment. While it was all pure make-believe roleplay, there is much truth in roleplay, and you should keep front of mind that we in fact acted out every last detail of what you will read below, and that is for real! ]

I had a simple, childish meal prepared for him: some fish sticks and a glass of milk. I thought he would like that and it was easy to prepare. After dinner I asked about his homework, and he said he had none. So I gave him permission to watch television for one hour.

This is when I went upstairs to my room. I went to my overnight bag and immediately saw that my things were disturbed. A pair of my panties in particular. They were folded differently than when I had left them, and they had been moved within the bag. The rest of the bag looked untouched. There was nobody else in the house, and I am very fastidious about my things. There was no question that my young charge had taken out and handled my panties. I blushed a bit and was embarrassed, as the panties he had handled were somewhat of a more frivolous and sexy nature than is my practice, and the thought that he had ogled them and done Goodness Knows What with them was humiliating to me.

I am not the kind of person who will let something like that slide. There would be High Holy Heck to pay, I was determined! His parents left me in charge. I saw it as my responsibility as his babysitter to get the truth out of him and to punish him appropriately to make sure he would never ever do something like this again. I took the pair of panties and headed back downstairs to confront him. I walked to the TV, shut it off, and told him we needed to have a talk. I brought him over to the kitchen counter, sat him down, and then held out the panties for him to see.


"Do you recognize these?" I asked him.

I could see his face flush pink as he stammered, "n..n..n..no".

I gave him a bit of silence as I stared daggers at him, and continued, "so you didn't go into my room just now, go through my bag, and handle these panties?"

"No, of course not," he said, "I would never..."

"david, I'm a very fastidious person. Do you know what that means, 'fastidious'?" I asked calmly, patiently.

"neat?" he said.

"That's right, david, very good. In this case it means I know exactly how I packed my bag, what I put where, and how I folded my clothes. This pair of panties was folded differently, and was moved slightly in my bag. I ask again, was it you?" I repeated.

"no... I... no..." he said.

"Stand up david," I said, "face me." He did so and I stood in front of him. "So you swear it wasn't you?" I asked him looking deeply into his eyes.

"yes..."

Before he could get another word out I slapped him HARD across his face! There was huge CRACK followed by dead silence. He reached for his punished cheek with his hand and looked like he was about to cry.

[For the record, I LOVE slapping a man across the face like that, good and hard! So empowering. I highly recommend it. Make sure any glasses are off and that you whip the tightly held together fingertips of your open hand across his cheek. Put some velocity into it. He can take it! In this case he knew that he had one more coming. We had agreed on 2 slaps followed by some kind of unpleasant timeout until he would admit the truth. He was committed!]

I spoke again, calmly and softly. "Face me again david. Put your hands down at your sides. I ask you again, were you in my room going through my things?"

The reaction on him was priceless. You could tell he really wanted to tell me the truth right then, but somehow he just could not do so.

Instead he said, "you must have made a mistake..."

SLAP! Right across his other cheek. I could see his cheeks roseying up. He cowered away from me.

"Are you going to admit the truth?" I demanded of him.

"Please don't hit me again!" he said, pathetically. "It wasn't me! You could have made a mistake. You could have!"

He stood there fearing another slap. Instead I sighed and reached out for his ear. He flinched away from me as my arm went out, but I got a hold of his ear and then walked him over to the wall.

"Take all your clothes off," I said, "except for your underpants."

"Why?" he whined at me.

SLAP! I gave him an extra slap to reinforce who was in charge.

"Because I'm your babysitter and I'm in charge of you when your parents are away, and you will do as you're told unless you'd care to add 'disobedience' to your list of misbehaviours today? What did your parents tell you would happen if you disobeyed me? What did they say I could do?"

"give me a s...s...sp...sp...spanking..." he stammered out, because his parents had indeed given me that power and more.

"More than just a spanking, young man, a good hard strapping. They showed me exactly where they hang your punishment strap in the front hall closet. Do you doubt that I will use it on you if I have to?"

"No Ma'am".

"No Ma'am, indeed, young man. Now get those clothes off and we'll get to the bottom of this mess."

david reluctantly started pulling off his clothes. First his socks, then his pants. He turned away from me and took off his shirt, folding his clothes and placing them on a nearby chair. I could see his big bottom straining the seat of his tightey-whitey underpants.

"I'll have to tell your mother to buy you some new underpants, young man, you seem to have grown out of those. Now turn around and face me."

He turned to face me, keeping his hands crossed in front of his crotch.

"Oh my goodness!" I said, seeing his underpants-tenting erection despite his efforts to conceal it. "Stop touching yourself and put your hands at your sides," I commanded. While not poking out completely so as to bare it, his large erection obscenely tented the front of his underpants. "You are a little pervert is what you are," I stated. "Now, one more time, did you go into my room without  my permission and rummage around in my suitcase?"

"no... I didn't... I swear!" I guess he was hoping against hope that I would doubt myself, or be unable to prove he did anything and let him off the hook. He did not know whom he was dealing with.

"Fine," I said. "You've left me no choice in the matter. Now we're going to to do something to get the truth out of you once and for all. It's something I once saw my Mother do to my little brother when he would not admit to a sin. He didn't last five minutes before admitting to the truth. We'll see how long it takes you."

I took him again by the ear and made him kneel facing the wall right down onto his haunches. I told him to put one arm into his underpants down to the elbow, and then the other. I made him bring his hands together in a prayer and told him to keep praying with his fingertips touching his chin. I then lifted him by the ear and told him to stand up straight and put his nose against the wall, fingertips at his chin. He stood slowly and as he did so I adjusted the backs of his underpants into the crack of his bottom. He grimaced and wiggled as the taught material cut into his ass crack, against his anus, against his perineum, compressing his testicles and his penis.

"You will stand like that, straight as an arrow, facing the wall, praying to Our Dear Lord that He will have you see the light and admit your sins. I am prepared to wait as long as is necessary until that happens. If we reach midnight, I'll send you to bed, and we'll start again in the morning. Now I will go and tidy up in the kitchen, and then I'll come back and ask you again if you care to share the truth with me. If I catch you with your hands lowered in the least, or stooped over at all, I will be counting that as disobedience. If that happens, you will continue your praying, but bent over for a strapping, and then you'll find yourself right back here again but showing off a very red pair of legs and bottom cheeks. My brother had to be strapped once for stooping, I strongly suggest you don't let that happen to you."

[This timeout position was suggested by j.stern in his comment, and it was picked up both by Mistress Violet and me. Thank you sterny! The hands in prayer lent a religious aspect to it and so I played off the Catholic notions of sin and repentance. I introduced "my mother" into it, because where else would an innocent young lady dream up such a thing? I was imagining I was this girl as I was doing this to him.

Strict and no-nonsense and religiously pious. Nothing "sexual" in this. Just some good old fashioned pain and humiliation until he spoke the truth, as her own mother did to her brother under similar circumstances - her being a witness increasing his desire to tell the truth and end his humiliation - extreme circumstances calling for extreme measures - performing penance until the spirit moved him to confess his sins and repent. david reported that the undersized undies made the wedgy particularly painful, but that the intense pressure on his testicles was the really unpleasant part! ouch...]

I walked away and left him there like that while I tidied the kitchen. I called out, "don't think I won't be checking up on you, young man, nice and straight, fingertips at your chin." I did peek in once after that. He was well in position, his underpants completely disappeared into his crack and the material stretching to a skinny rope cutting into him painfully.

After I was done tidying I went back to him and said, "turn around and face me. Keep your hands where they are."

He turned and faced me, staying straight with his hands in prayer. While it looked painful from the back, the view from the front was even worse. I could clearly see the outline of his compressed penis and testicles. The skin to the sides of his scrotal sac was squeezed out the sides of his underpants. The material taught as a rope cutting deeply into his taint. He was grimacing in testicular pain as he strove to keep straight and avoid the strap from me and extended timeout.

"Are you ready to tell me the truth, young man?" I asked.

"yes ma'am..." he said, pitifully.

"Did you go into my room without permission, go through my bag, and handle my underwear?"

"yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am." Finally!

"Lower your arms and adjust your underpants back to where they should be," I said. Now that's how to get the truth out of a naughty little liar. Momma sure knows best.

"Come with me," I told him gently. I was not angry, I was more concerned for his behaviour and wanted to get to the bottom of it. I had a taken a class on child psychology at the College (I am going for a primary school teaching degree) and wanted to use some of the methods I had learned there to see what was going on.

We went back to the kitchen counter where we had started the conversation and sat on the high stools across from one another. I again placed my panties on the counter between us.

"What possessed you to do a thing like that?" I asked.

"I don't know..." he offered.

"I saw earlier that you were... well... what is a delicate way to put it... overly excited when I made you remove your pants. Do you have a crush on me, david?"

"no ma'am," he lied.

"I think you do. And I need you to be honest with me, remember? Do you have a little crush on me, david, it's perfectly normal for a boy your age to have one."

"Oh golly, yes ma'am, I suppose so, a little. You're so beautiful."

"You do realize that I am much too old for you and there can never be a romantic relationship between us. You do realize that, right?"

"yes ma'am"

"Good. So it was a fantasy then. A little erotic fantasy that made you want to sneak into my room and handle my underwear?"

"yes ma'am, I suppose so, ma'am."

"There's no stopping fantasies, but you absolutely need to learn how to control yourself and not act out on them. You know who else has fantasies and can't prevent themselves from acting out on them? Rapists in prison. Are you going to grow up to be a rapist, is that it? Go to prison for the rest of your life?"

"No Ma'am!"

"I should expect not, but we do need to nip this sort of behaviour in the bud or that is exactly where you are headed."

"I'm so sorry..." he said.

"Sorry is all well and good, but I am still going to punish you for your actions."

"yes ma'am"

"First, there's the matter of sneaking into my room without permission, right after I specifically told you not to, mind, rummaging through my bag, and handling something that did not belong to you. For that, young man, I am going to be taking you across my knee and giving you a sound spanking with your Mother's hairbrush right on your bare bottom." That was his sentence for his first offense.

"Noooo..." he wailed, mostly from humiliation.

"Are you going to obey me, or do I need to add in a strapping for disobedience? Hmmm? Or are you going to take your spanking like a big boy?"

"Not the strap, please! I'll take it like a big boy, ma'am," he said.

"Ha ha," I laughed. "Like a big boy with his underpants around his ankles bent over his babysitter's knee for a spanking. Like that kind of big boy?"

"yes ma'am," he reponded, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Good. And then after that you'll get your punishment for lying to me," I added.

"You already punished me for that!" he complained loudly.

"I most certainly did not!" I said. "The wedged underpants were to get you to finally admit to the truth. Oh no, you still have a punishment coming for your lying. You understand that while I am here I am your legal guardian. You may under no circumstances whatsoever lie to me. Is that fully understood?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"And how are little liars punished in this household, david?"

"a spanking?"

"There may be some of that, but in my Mother's household, young man, naughty little liars got their mouths washed out with soap."

"no..."

"Yes! There's no better reminder to speak the truth than for a little boy to get his mouth washed out with soap when he lies. And that is exactly what will happen to you, young man. Long overdue, apparently."

"oh..." david groaned. I could tell he was very scared of this punishment, and with good reason, having undergone it once myself from my Mother for having had a potty mouth.

"And finally, young man, there's the matter of what exactly you did with my underwear when you had them out. Hmmm?"

"n... n... n... nothing!" he said, clearly hiding more of the truth.

"I find that very hard to believe. You certainly did something with them. Did you handle them?"

"yes..."

"Did you sniff them?"

A big blush suffused his cheeks as he answered: "yes..."

"I see. Did you do anything else with them?" I asked.

"No Ma'am!" he said.

"I still find that hard to believe, given the state that they're in. But, trust me, we'll get to the truth of that as well in due time. But already with what you've admitted to, there's ample cause for punishing you for your extreme naughtiness. Isn't there?"

"yes ma'am," he admitted.

"Well, you will definitely be soundly punished for that as well, and I can guarantee you that I'll have the whole truth out of you during that punishment. But for now, you have a spanking coming. Go over to the corner and put your nose into it while I go fetch your Mother's hairbrush."

david scurried into the corner and stuck his nose there, his cute little underpants-encased bun sticking out.

[Isn't the back and forth dialogue wonderful? As I said, my recounting of it here is not word-perfect, but there was a lot of dialogue and it was very much along these lines. I find the play acting the most fun part, and it really gets us both into our respective roles which serves to really spice things up and bring an entirely new vibe to the same old actions. Now it was finally time for his punishments to start!]

I went and got the hairbrush and setup a high-backed wooden chair in the center of the living room.

"david! Come over here," I said. He came over and I directed him to stand to my right. He could see the wicked hairbrush on my lap waiting for him.


He was standing right beside me in his underpants only, his erection visible under the material.


I reached out with my two hands to the waistband of his underpants and said, "you know why you're getting this spanking," as I lowered them slowly to his knees, his big erection springing out. "Oh david! You really need to learn to control yourself." I kept him standing there under my scrutiny. He slowly hunched over and moved his hands to cover his erect genitals. "Don't you dare touch yourself in front of me!" I snapped at him angrily, smacking his hands. He quickly moved his hands back to his sides uncovering his bobbing erection anew. I slowly shook my head and said "tsk, tsk, tsk" as I looked at it with the disdain of a moral women faced with a degenerate perverted boy. "Over my knee!" I said as I brought him down across my lap, bare bottom uppermost.

I started right in with the hairbrush, smacking those cute bare cheeks, teaching him a lesson he would not soon forget about the inadvisability of entering a lady's room without permission and rifling through her most intimate things! david was balanced on his hands and his tiptoes across my lap as I spanked him. He got a nice view of my high heeled stockinged calves as he received his punishment.


After a while, his bottom was turning a nice shade of red and he was whimpering under the brush. I steeled my resolve and really gave him the walloping he deserved. It was hard for me to punish him like this, but it was for his own good. A child's moral character needs to be developed with the appropriate guidance from his elders, and for whatever reason this duty had fallen to me and I was determined to not shirk it.

When I felt he was well cooked and truly repentant of his sins, I then gave him a few more to really get the point across and then released him to stand. By this time his underpants had slipped down his legs and were kicked off his feet entirely, rendering him completely nude. I felt that the added embarrassment of being fully nude in front of me, his erstwhile "crush", would contribute in a most salutary fashion to making sure this was a lesson in moral deportment that he would not soon forget.

With him blushing a fury (and finally with a mercifully limp penis), I asked if he would ever sneak into my room and go through my things again? He promised he would not. I took him by his ear and put him against the wall.

"You just show off that well-spanked bottom and think about why you're being punished while I prepare for a little liar's mouth soaping."

I left him there and went into the bathroom. I ran some lukewarm water into the basin and then placed the Ivory soap into it to soak. I wanted it nice and soft and maleable and sudsy for his punishment. He would not lie to me again after this!


I left him with his nose against the wall for about ten minutes, and then went to him and said, "and now there's a little matter of your lying, young man." I picked him up by the ear and brought him to the bathroom.

I put david on his knees on the floor. I picked up the bar from the warm water, and started lathering it up. I lathered it up as much as I could, getting my hands and the bar very soapy.

"Open," I told him. Reluctantly he looked up and opened his mouth. I stood over him and scolded him some more about his lying. I noticed that his erection had returned, and in fact if anything had gotten even more rigid and quivering, quite literally curling up towards the ceiling! What a terrible little pervert. He actually seemed to become more aroused by my being strict with him rather than less so. I would deal with this in due course, but in the meantime he still required a harsh lesson in lying to me that I was very determined to teach.

I used my hand to coat the entire inside of his mouth with the soap, rubbing it all around. I went back to the bar several times to make sure he had a good big mouthful.


I then got the warm, wet, soapy bar out of the basin and used the bar to scrub his mouth. I ended by shoving the bar into his mouth and telling him to bite down on it.

I picked him up by the ear and walked him back to the spanking chair. I pulled him across my knee and spanked him with my hand while telling him off for lying to me.

I must confess to feeling a tingling excitement in my loins as I smacked his bottom with my hand. His erection had not subsided and was making it's presence very known to the tops of my stockinged thighs. I paused to manipulate matters so that it fell down straight between my knees where I clamped shut on it. If he was to have an "accident" it would be directed downwards to the floor and away from me. His bottom felt deliciously warm and rounded under my palm as I smacked his previously tenderized cheeks with my hand. His mewling with a mouthful of soap simultaneously gave me a great sense of satisfaction at a job being well done.

In an attempt to curb his perverted behaviour, I redirected his penis and therefore his testicles as well up from between my knees to back out between his legs, commanding him to clamp his thighs shut once his boy parts were fully exposed behind. This necessitated a certain handling of this part of his anatomy that seemed to further excite him. I reached for the hairbrush, unwilling to perform this action with my hand, and lightly smacked the offending genitalia. As I did so, I scolded him soundly for his inappropriate excitement. I reversed the brush and used the bristle end to smack down and rub on his testicles and on the sensitive exposed tip of his circumcised penis. This had him howling into his bar of soap and did serve to soften his ardour.

I did not want to overdo the mouth soaping, not wishing to cause him any lasting caustic burns, so I brought this phase of his punishment to an end.

I brought him back to the bathroom and had him kneel in front of me again. I made him look up at me, holding that bar of soap in his mouth, and asked him if he would ever, ever tell a lie to me again? He shook his head vigorously indicating he would not. I took the bar of soap from his mouth. I had to pry it out as he had very solidly bitten into it while across my knee. I told him he may now rinse the soap out of his mouth. He flew to the sink and immediately began spitting and retching into it, and rinsing with glass after glass of water.

[Well, the mouth soaping... A most excellent punishment! david told me it was highly unpleasant but there were no serious after effects, though he could taste the soap for hours afterwards despite his thorough rinsing. When his genitals were being punished, he told me he involuntarily bit deeply into the bar which caused his teeth to be well coated within every crevice with soap. He told me that at that moment, as he was staring up at me with a mouthful of soap, holding the bar between his teeth after his spanking, that he felt genuinely like a naughty little boy caught lying, and that his promise to never ever lie to me was very heartfelt and real. Score!]

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, still with a sour expression on his face, I gave him the bad news: "You have one more punishment coming to you, young man. For being naughty with my panties. Go upstairs to your bedroom, arrange all the pillows in the middle of the bed, and then drape yourself across them and wait for me there. No clothes. No covers. Bottom up. I'll be upstairs to give you your strapping in a moment."

"Noooooo! Please!!!!! Not that! Please!!!!!" wailed david. He seemed truly afraid of a strapping.

"No, young man, you know that what you did with my panties was extremely wrong, extremely sinful. Nothing but the strap will serve. You will take it, and you will take it like a man. Now go!"

He looked scared, but scurried to do as he was told. I tidied up in the bathroom and then went to fetch the strap from its designated location hanging prominently in the main hall coat closet. It was a Scottish-styled, twin-tailed, double-thickness, heavy leather tawse that his Mother seemed to favour, and that she said had been used on her by her father when she was a child, but only for the gravest of sins. I thought this certainly qualified!


This strap, she assured me, could deliver a fearsome punishment to any child (or even adult's, she did not hesitate to add) bare bottom, and that david would mind me well given that she had already informed him that she had granted me the power to use it upon him as I saw fit. As she told me this, her husband, david's father, hung back looking nervously over at us. When his wife turned to him and said "isn't that so?", her husband blushed and stammered as he said that it was indeed so. Observing this interchange, I strongly suspected that the father was as subject to a bare bottom application of the strap from his Wife as was the son, the news of which oddly excited me in a peculiar manner.

Thinking back on this, I retrieved the strap, feeling its considerable heft, and then walked grimly upstairs, steeling myself for what I knew I had to do for the benefit of the boy. He could hear my heels clicking on the stairs as I approached. When I got to his room, I saw that he had obeyed me, and was laid out submissively with his bottom high in the air draped over three large pillows in the middle of his bed. I confess that I looked at him with a little bit of disdain. Naked as he was, with his bottom high in the air, he looked for all the world like a trembling ridiculous female submitting to a session of sexual intercourse from her husband. In this case the girl was a boy, and his instrument of submission would be the leather, not a husband's eager member.

I placed the strap down across his cheeks and told him to make sure it stays there. I had left something downstairs and I needed to fetch it. I went down, and then came back up with the pair of my panties that he had handled.

"Now david, before we start, I want the whole truth from you. What exactly did you do with my panties? You said you would not lie to me again."

"I felt them..."

"yes...," I prompted,

"And I... smelt them..."

"go on," I said, "what else?"

"nothing else, please. don't make me say!"

"what else, david..."

"I... I... rubbed them on myself," he admitted.

"On your penis and testicles?" I asked, disgusted.

"yes..."

"Finally the truth," I said. "And did you ejaculate into them?"

"No!" he said quickly

"Do you even know what that means, david, to ejaculate?" I was not sure he knew.

"yes... I know... I didn't."

"Then why do I see this wet stain on my underwear? Do you imagine I packed it, dirty like that?"

"no, I don't know... I guess, I was maybe a little excited and might have, well, maybe leaked a bit, that's all?"

"Oh my Goodness," I said, shaking my head. "that's enough! Well clearly I can't ever wear these again, now can I?"

"no ma'am," he said, and added, "I'll pay for new ones from my allowance."

"You certainly will, young man," I said, "I'll let you know the amount when I replace them. In the meantime I suppose these are yours now. Open your mouth."

david opened his mouth and I stuffed my panties into it, effectively gagging him. I then picked up the strap and sentenced him to 100 firm strappings with it for his extreme naughtiness with my panties.

I then started in on his strapping. Nice full long follow through strokes, painting his ass and thighs, and making sure not to neglect the tender insides of his thighs and bum crack.

[As I delivered this strapping I had already received the email from Mistress Violet. I thought back on how she described the strapping of her client: "I ran my hand over his cheeks and settled into a methodical, hard strapping. Enjoying each movement, each forceful unfolding of my arm onto his bottom, was a conscious one. I enjoyed taking my time, and knowing that he and I were both there for the journey. And yes I got wet between my lips and my whole pelvic area stirred as I knelt beside him. The pleasures derived specifically from sadism are intense and delicious." I tried thinking of that and channeling her as I strapped my husband soundly. I definitely felt a sisterhood with her as I experienced much the same sensations as did she.]

Once I reached the allotted number, the boy was writhing in pain and sobbing into the bedsheets. It was a lesson well needed and well taught.

I bent over david's head, gave him a kiss on his cheek, tussled his hair and said that he was a brave boy, that we were done with his punishment, and that he was now forgiven. I told him to keep lying there as I had some cold cream for his bum that I would apply.

I went down to the fridge. I had put some Jergens moisturizing cream in the fridge to cool it down ("cold cream") as I knew he would be needing it after his punishment. I fetched it and brought it back upstairs where I was greeted by the site of his well-spanked and well-strapped bottom. The panties remained in his mouth where they had been put earlier, him too terrified to move them without my permission no doubt.

"You may take your panties out of your mouth now, david. Those are yours now. You may use them for your own perverted purposes, but you make sure you keep them hidden from your Mother, and you use them only in private with your door shut tight."

"yes ma'am," he answered.

I spread some of the cream onto his bottom cheeks and I massaged it in. I made sure to massage it everywhere the strap had visited, including inside his cheeks and down the backs and insides of his thighs in addition to his sore looking red bottom.

"Is that nice and soothing," I asked him. He said it was. "Open your legs," I told him, and he did so. I reached in and pulled out his penis and testicles, placing them on the pillow pointing downwards between his legs. I rubbed some lotion onto his balls. "Are these still sore from your prayers," I asked him.

"yes ma'am, a little."

"Should I massage some lotion on them?"

"yes, please ma'am," he said breathlessly as I did so.

"Anywhere else?" I asked innocently.

"well ummm, ahhh, well my p... p... penis. You spanked that."

"I did, didn't it?" I asked rhetorically and began rubbing lotion all up and down the shaft of his penis, eliciting moans of pleasure from him.

"You spanked the... the... tip also Ma'am, with the bristles of the brush... it still hurts..."

"Oh does it?" I said with a laugh in my voice, and concentrated some more intense rubbing there.

I then made him get off the pillows and lie face up, naked for me. I sat down at the side of his bed and continued rubbing more lotion onto his penis and testicles as I spoke to him.

"Now david, I ask you, how can a girl feel safe in this house with you here? Your excited little pee pee has already led you to violate my privacy once. Who's to say it won't do so again? Or worse? No, there's only one thing for it. As long as I'm in this house with you, you will have a nice big healthy ejaculation every evening before bed. And I will be supervising to make sure you do it. You understand that you will do it yourself. What I'm doing now, to your little pee pee, is just to show you how. Normally this is something a girl will do to her boyfriend to help him out. This and more. But you understand you're not my boyfriend, right? Ha ha!"

david looked a little crestfallen at that.

"Here, grab it with your own hand. Here's some more lotion. Now you rub it for yourself. Take your panties in your other hand. Rub them up against your nose, and now down your body and onto your testicles, That's it. Rub your pee pee a bit harder and faster now."

"Here, would you like a peek," I said as I removed my sweater and unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse, revealing my creamy breasts pushed up by a brassiere.


"You know what I let my boyfriend do? I let him play with these. I even let him suck on them like a baby. I also put his big hard cock in my mouth and I suck on him. Sometimes I get his cream in my mouth and I swallow it all down for him. And you know, when we're married, I'll let him stick it in my tight little pussy hole. It makes me so wet down there just thinking about it. That's it, go on, keep rubbing. Makes me wet and tingly thinking about him lying on top of me, thrusting deeply into me... Oh there you go! Good boy! Oh such a lot of it! And it just keeps coming... Oh another spurt! My goodness! Ohhh... poor thing, now it's just oozing a little. Here's a tissue, let me clean that up for you. Did you soil your panties at all? No? Good. Now baby, sleep tight, and be a good boy. Tomorrow we'll have lots of fun together. G'night."

[There we go. Nice roleplay, wasn't it? I love the play acting. Fun to be not yourself for a bit. david obviously enjoyed it, despite the mouth soaping, ha ha! So much fun also the thought that Violet and I did almost the same role play. Hey, Mr. Violet's Client, if you're out there, please leave us a comment. You can do it as anonymous. Tells us how it went with you also!]

Yes, you heard it here first, I fully intend to get my bottom publicly spanked by my husband in front of practically my whole family!!!! Ok, not really spanked, David agreed to one smack on my ass, and then to say something that strongly implies more once he gets me home. But in front of everybody!

In my last femsub post someone pointed out that the number of these types of posts has been increasing (and someone else even did the math for me proving it). They were worried I will become completely subby. I like to look at it as becoming more balanced, as it is not yet 50-50. But yes, this is another femsub post. If you're looking for femdom, I just described an amazing roleplay my husband and I carried out in Babysitter Role Played x2.

But back to the matter at hand. I have a certain, ahem, duty to perform based on a previous blog entry Are Women Just Wired to be Submissive? A blog follower, Tim, got the better of me in an email exchange of dommyness, and required a punishment for me as a result.

In truth, in letting him know by email that I posted the above blog entry, in a momentary flight of folly I also begged Tim (a true gentleman) to please post a comment indicating exactly what he would do to me if I were his to do with as he pleased. I gave him carte blanche to be as rude and as filthy as he wanted with me.

In fact, these types of comments excite me greatly when I am feeling submissive. They feel very personal. The writer imagining himself having his very dominant way with me. Him actually picturing me, the real me (I have many nude and very exposed photos posted). I feel very violated in a personal and tummy churning way. It feels very submissive to be inviting these sorts of imaginings. For whatever reason, in r/l I have always attracted male attention. This means I am always rejecting men's advances. The idea that there is a universe, here on this blog, where any man at all can have his way with me... oh my. But I shamefacedly must admit that I get wet imagining these strange men, regardless of their age or appearance, having their dommy way with me here, publicly in the comment section of my blog, and me having to be polite and submissive and even thank them for it. Such a slut...

Tim really put me through my paces in his comment, with HIM doing it all to me. At the end, he pivoted in a gentlemanly way and instructed me that my husband must stand in for him for my punishment. This punishment, which needed to be completed within four weeks, would consist of a pair of very hard hand spankings across my husband's knee ("good solid hand smacks as you know only a man can deliver"); corner time between my two spankings; and then various sexual favours of a most humiliating kind afterwards.

I get so hot writing that. Knowing that I will actually be going across my husband's knee for a very hard hand spanking!!! Imagining a light spanking does not do it for me. It needs to be hard and real. Oh golly...

Tim's victory over me was as a result of a clever cartoon he sent that included customized captions that got my imagination going and my pussy tingling!


Poor girl. All submissive sex appeal. Well-spanked across her husband's knee for her impertinence and stood in the corner like a child. Then for being just a little snippy, despite having already been spanked to tears, would still be given another even harsher lesson across her strict husband's knee, regardless of the state her poor bum is already in. She would learn to be obedient and respectful to the man of the house. Afterwards, once she has been thoroughly mastered, she will be required to perform whatever demeaning sexual acts her man pleases, and little miss redbum certainly would obey!

I really knew I was beaten when I propped up the cartoon, used my dildo in my pussy, and rubbed my clit imagining I was being dealt with as if I was the girl in that cartoon.

Regarding the cartoon's involvement in my punishment, Tim ordered me as follows.

You will show David the cartoon and tell him how you have been fantasizing about it. I will provide you with the raw cartoon without captions. You may then use your own captions or come up with a story of your own, as long as it about a woman trying to be dommy and the tables being turned on her.

So I was required to go to my husband with the cartoon, customized myself my own way, tell him I found it on the Internet, got excited by it, and masturbated to orgasm imagining it was me (all true!). I then needed to ask him to make it come true for me, and end it with with the rude and submissive sex that Tim required.

The sex afterwards was to include a hands behind my back deep "face-fucking grade" blowjob for him; a hard pussy fucking for me bent over the back of my spanking chair; an anal rimming for him (i.e.,my tongue on and in his butthole!); and then an ass fucking (with hot sperming) for me. Oh Blush! Tim only required that I do one of these four things, but being an over-the-top kind of gal I asked permission to do all four. I wasn't intending to "get the better" of Tim, as a commenter suggested, I just thought it was an appropriately submissive thing for a naughty slut like me to ask for. Tim was considering adding on a belt whipping for me from my husband for my sluttish impertinence, but decided there were enough activities as it was already. Phew! David would positively sizzle my ass with his belt if I asked him to, so I'm glad Tim did not go there.

The public spanking of the blog title is something I inexplicably added on as I thought of what changes I would make to the cartoon. I needed to change Tim's original cartoon captions because they referred to things happening on the blog that would make no sense to David. So I needed to change it to something more generic and that might apply to he and I. I 'kinda racked my brain and then got an idea that made me blush and tingle even more. Let me start by showing you what I did with the cartoon.


Tee hee! I don't know what possessed me.  I changed it to this and decided I would tell him that I found it "as is" on the Internet (note, he does not know me as "julie", so there was no "coincidence" there). I was casting around for dommy things I might try that would motivate David to turn the tables on me (that was a requirement from Tim), and this was what came to mind: I intended to give him a "spank" on the seat of his pants as we were wrapping up the next Sunday night family dinner, and that David would take exception to that, and that is what would set off my subby "real life" roleplay with him.

My intention, furthermore, was to ask him to pull me to him then and there, say we needed a "discussion" about wives smacking their husbands' bottoms whenever they felt like it, and then have him give me a public "spank" and then tell me that there was more "discussion" coming once he got me home. Family dinner usually includes my Mom and my Dad, my older sister Sue, and from time to time my younger sister and her husband, and their three boys (who positively love their fun and free Aunt Julie, much to their mother's displeasure). Such a dinner, including younger sister and her family, will be taking place on Feb 18th. I am blushing now imagining going through with this. Right in front of my nephews and my Daddy! But also oddly proud that they will see me gently but soundly dominated by my wonderful husband.

What brought it to mind was that you could imagine the girl in the cartoon is in sort of a swimsuit, and I once got perilously close to having to show off reddened buns in a cheek baring swimsuit in front of my family! It was at the family cottage last summer. I deliberately put on a very skimpy bikini, and sunned my buns out on the deck in front of the boys.


Because of my younger sister's dirty looks, and my nephew's and their father's reaction, my husband felt the need to come over to me and actually "have a discussion" with me about it. He patted my bare ass cheek possessively in front of everybody and whispered in my ear that if I don't put on a more appropriate swimsuit, he'd take me to our bedroom, spank me, and then send me back out in my skimpy little suit! That made me blush and cover up with my towel and quick march back into the cottage to put on more appropriate swimwear lest he carry out his whispered threat. Does not sound like David? Oh it does! He can be quite "in control" when I am not scening him.

Anyways, that whole episode at the family cottage stuck in my craw I guess, and being genuinely embarrassed like that, and coming "so close" to an imagined spanking like that, well, the memory of it surfaced and inspired me as I doctored up the cartoon. The natural reaction to him getting his buns smacked in front of the whole family was to do likewise to me, to teach me a lesson and let me, and everybody, know who's the man of the house (>gush<).

My husband agreed to carry it out only very reluctantly (advised me not to, in fact), but in the end agreed, and I am sure he will get a big kick out of it (as I am sure will all my family members who witness it, except my younger sister who will take offense at me regardless).

Anyhoo, I doctored the cartoon and got it onto my iPad, and showed it to David.

I snuggled up to David on the couch and said "Look at this that I found on the interweb" (that's what my Dad calls it). "I masturbated to it," I added guiltily.

"Naughty girl!" he said on cue, and added, admiring the cartoon, "she's got quite the spanked bum."

"Read the captions," I told him. He did so.

"I guess she got the tables turned on her," he said. That's what I said!

"Can we act it out?" I asked him.

"Who's the girl, me or you?" he asked. A fair question. Ha ha!

"I want to be the girl this time," I answered him.

"Well ok, but her bum looks pretty sore, and she still has another coming..." he teased.

"I want a sore bum from you," I said. "Super sore!"

"Ask and you shall receive," he said with a grin. "Right now?"

"No, later. I imagine that she smacked her husband's bum at something like family dinner, and then he gave her a swat back right there in front of everybody and told her they would 'discuss' it more at home. We have family dinner coming up next week, so right after that, ok?"

"Right, but we'll just imagine that part happened, right?" he asked, strongly suspecting I had something else in mind!

"Noooo," I whined, "that needs to be part of it. It needs to be real!"

"That's a bad idea, Julie," he persisted.

"What? I won't smack you that hard..." I said provocatively.

"It's not me I'm worried about," he said.

"I don't mind if you give me a little smack on my bum in front of Mom and Dad, it's cute," I offered.

"AND your nephews? Your little sister and your brother-in-law? Really?" he added.

"Don't forget Sue, she won't mind - she might even join in," I said coquettishly.

"I'm not worried about Sue," he said, getting a bit more exasperated. "In fact, you should be worried about Sue having a 'discussion' with you on inappropriately involving your family. With me too! No, I admit that's the fun part. I'm worried your younger sister will freak the fuck out." - Freak the Fuck Out - yeah...

"Oh let her!" I said. "Please! Just one smack and one promise of more to come. Please!"

"No," he said, "you've given your nephews enough bedtime dreams as it is."

"Come on, we do all sorts of crazy shit with you, you can do this for me," I cajoled, with a pout.

"It's not smart to involve your family like this, you'll regret it." he said reasonably. But the fact he said that "I'll regret it" meant he was softening. I pressed on!

"Oh come on, you involved my family already, at the lake. You know how hot that made me. Please!" I cajoled.

"At the lake it was you who came out in a bikini that made your nephew's eyes bulge out of their skulls! All I did was send you in to change."

"No. You also patted my ass in front of everybody before you did, and made me blush by whispering I'd get a spanking if I didn't," I rebutted.

"True," he admitted.

"Just one smack, on the seat of my panties," I said, going in for the kill now that I had him off balance.

"No! Absolutely not. I can agree to one smack over your skirt. A long skirt!" He insisted. Ha! Sucker! I went "past the sale", negotiating assuming the one smack was a given.

"Fine. But will you bend me over a little? Like, wrap your arm around my waist, hold me close, and bend me over a little for my smack?" I asked.

"For you, anything."

tee hee, I got what I wanted. Over my panties would have been too much. Not "fun" anymore. Too sexual. A little smack on the seat of my dress (I would wear a tight one. Ha!) sounded just fun and flirty enough, but would still have the effect of making my cheeks flush red with embarrassment!

But I admit in my deeper pervy heart that this is what I really wanted...

I want to be pulled over by my man. Upended under his arm. My dress pulled up, my panties ripped off. In front of everybody!


My wet pussy and tight little bottom hole on full display for my public spanking as an object lesson from my man. A woman properly taught her place for all to see.


Gawking nephews, laughing sister, scandalized sister, leering brother-in-law, Mom (blush), and, of course, Daddy smiling knowing his little girl was in good hands... ohhhhh. Imagine Daddy seeing that view of me!

A commenter on the last blog post suggested that an appropriate punishment for an incestuous cocktease like me would be that after my spanking that Sue would tie me up, bend me over, and let my Dad fuck me in any hole he pleases.


Would he fuck me in the ass for the novelty and the punishment aspect, or would he want to experience his daughter's fully waxed, hot, tight, wet pussy? SHUT the FUCK UP, julie, you total perverted slutazoid! (I swear I share too much on this blog!)

Actually, I was just looking for an innocent image to illustrate the standing bent under his arm position I had in mind when I came across these gems from Kami Tora and it got my juices flowing!

"Ok, so," I said, dragging David to his feet. "I sneak up to you and give you a smack on your ass." I matched action to words. "And then you chase me a bit, pull me under your arm, and give me a smack on the seat and say that we'll continue this 'discussion' at home, ok?" I asked excitedly. "Try it..."

He hardly had to move while I deked, trying to escape, and easily reached out and grabbed my arm. He spun me under his right arm just like in the image. He held me there a bit as I struggled. Oh Gawd! This would be soooo humiliating!!!! Then he gave me one good smack on my jeans and said, "more of that to come when I get you home, young lady."

"How was that?" he asked as he released me.

"good..." I said a bit breathlessly.

"Are you still sure you want that, in front of everybody?" He asked again, smiling.

"Yes! It needs to be real." I said pleadingly. "I want them all to know I'm yours. Just, you have to say that we're going to 'discuss this more back home', ok? To go with the cartoon..."

"Sometimes I really do think you're OCD," he teased regarding my penchant for role play detail, which we discussed after our last scene. "I'll say 'discussion'," he agreed.

I took him back to the couch and had him sit, and then I sat on his lap facing him and said, "Then when we get home you put me across your knee and give me a for-real hand spanking. Like, really really hard, for trying to domme you. Hard and long as you want. I want to feel what it's like to learn a lesson from you!" I was giddy with excitement.

"And then corner time, ok?" I continued, "just like in the cartoon. And then I'll be sassy like in the cartoon and it's right back across your knee for round two. You don't let me get away with anything."

"Got it," he said, "Safewords?"

"Just Red, I don't need Yellow," I promised.

"If you say so," he replied.

"But it needs to be real. You have to really punish me," I emphasized.

"Yes, I get it already, it'll be hard as I can make it with my hand," he said, getting a little exasperated with my insistence on this point!

"And afterwards..." I teased.

"Yessss..." he answered.

"Afterwards," I said, snuggling even closer to him and lowering my voice, "I want to be sexually dominated by you. Make me suck your cock. Face fuck me deep. Then put on a couple of condoms or something to make you last and fuck my pussy raw. Bend me right over the back of the spanking chair and fuck me hard."

"My pleasure," he said.

"Then after that I want you to take off the condoms and fuck me in my ass and cum into me like that. But before that... make me lick your ass. Bend over and make me stick my tongue in like I do to you. I've never experienced it from that end. You want to?"

"That's a lot of things," he said, laughing at me, "I'm not sure I'll remember them all, but I'll try!"

I've never done an ass licking before. So humiliating even contemplating it just now. Imagine if my family knew that part of my punishment was to have to lick his ass. Thanks TIM! They will probably be vividly imagining my spanking, my cocksucking, and my pussy fucking. But probably not me licking his ass, or him asserting his dominance over me with his cock pounding my ass and spunking into me (or maybe they will...)

So there it is. All setup for next Sunday evening as Per Tim's orders.

What do you guys think? Is this totally nuts? Oh, and please let the teasing start. As you now know, it makes me cream my panties (when I'm wearing any, that is ;-)

Oh Gosh! Tomorrow is the day!!! I might receive a spanking in front of my entire family as described in julie to be Publicly Spanked???.

Thank you to Glenmore for the image!

I've been having fun with this all week, anticipating the naughtiness of it all and being mercilessly teased (per request!) about it on my previous blog entry (you need to read all the comments if you have not already done so, they are so much fun and blushy). Even had the honour of Glenmore illustrating his take on the scene (see image above), and Mitch from All Things Spanking doing a blog entry for me as well (he chose the image below). Thank you 'fellas!

Mitch chose my shower scene self-timer shot to illustrate his blog entry. Such a big bottom!!! That's what my husband has to work with. Can you just imagine that wriggling and reddening across your knee!

The scene will take place tomorrow, Sunday evening. Monday is a holiday here in Ontario, so I will have all day to write it up. David will wonder what I am doing up there on the computer. "Work" I will tell him. He will think I am so virtuous!

Stay tuned, and fasten your seatbelts!

It happened. I received my first public spanking in front of my entire family. And I do not mean just one swat as anticipated in julie to be Publicly Spanked???, I mean a freakin' spanking! And things took a few other unexpected turns along the way as well.

Thank you again to Glenmore for the image!

On Sunday at around 5pm we headed over to my parents' house (not far) for family dinner. David said my dress needed to pass muster or he would not swat me. He was afraid of a short skirt that would flip up to reveal my panties. I chose a conservative knee length blue dress that I sometimes wear to work, but that hugs my bottom nicely. Similar to the image below.


Very naughtily, I had on nothing else! Bare legs, no bra, and no panties. He did not notice any of that 'till much later. What was I thinking being completely bare under there?

David looked suspiciously at my wiggly bottom, gave it a little slap, and declared it was sufficiently modest, but still sexy as hell. Win! He double-checked that I was still sure I wanted my butt swatted in front of my entire family while bent under his arm. I told him I very much did. I may be crazy, but I crave exciting new experiences. No need to spend a lot of money on "adventure getaways": one little smack at the right place and at the right time will do it – adrenaline rush!

We were the first to arrive and greeted Mom and Dad and made small-talk with them. Then my younger sister, Nancy, her husband, and their three teenaged boys arrived in their typical boyish hurricane. I gave each of the boys a hug and a kiss. And finally Sue waltzes in by herself. We all sat in the living room. Dad served a sparkling pink prosecco and Mom some hors d'oeuvres. Sue and Nancy went to help Mom in the kitchen. I kept a conversation with the boys going, asking about their schoolwork, hobbies, sports and such. The three men were seated together talking about something. Pretty traditional family dinner.

Mom called us all to dinner. The dining room table seats ten just fine, but requiring two on each end. Dinner proceeded as usual. I find the boys tend to get overly silly and boisterous in their conversation among themselves, as if the adults care for most of their loud chatter. I like the boys, but no surprise about their lack of manners at the dinner table as their mother and father have never disciplined them appropriately in my opinion.

In between the courses it's the women who get up to clear and bring out the next course, and the men who sit there drinking (men!). My Mom and I did, however, press the boys into domestic servitude.

After dinner Mom is always the one to say "well, let's go sit more comfortably, shall we?" It's sort of a cliche with her once the meal and desert has run its course. We do some final clearing and all gather back in the living room (heart: POUND POUND POUND). Mom is seated on a big chair and David is standing, leaning against the fireplace mantel having a nice discussion with her. I sidled up to David and started fondling his butt (!).

He gets distracted from his conversation with my Mom and asks me, "what are you doing?" in an annoyed tone of voice.

"What? You have a nice butt. Very swattable," I say.

"Don't..." he warns.

"Don't tell me what to do," I say, acting mini dommie. I get what I can only imagine is a mischievous  grin on my face, haul back my hand and SWAT! Hard as I can. Then quickly run away!

Everybody is watching, but hard to notice much more as the world has turned a bit tunnel vision for me.

David whirls around and says, "Julie! What the hell?"

"What? I warned you your butt was swattable!" Such a brat.

He says, "do we need to have a discussion about swatting butts in public?" Oh my! There it is. he said it, that word, discussion.

"I don't think so," I said, sounding less than confident.

"I think we do," he says confidently. "Come over here, you" he says, crooking his finger at me. Crap my heart is beating hard!

"no way!" I say with a giggle as I move further away from him and start backing out of the living room.

"Boys!" said David. "Will you please bring your Aunt Julie to me."

The boys are sitting on the two couches that are on the way out of the living room in the direction I was backing away. I whirl around on them, point my finger threateningly and say, "Don't. You. Dare!" This freezes them in their seats. Ha!

However, it appears as though I have been outsmarted. David took the opportunity when I was distracted to take a couple of quick steps across the room and grab me by the upper arm. "No need, boys, I have her," says David unnecessarily.

David slowly but surely pulls me back towards the fireplace. I try to resist a bit, but I just topple over towards him and need to take a couple of steps to regain my balance. As I topple into him the second time he sort of gets behind me and hugs me, then turns around in place and reaches his left arm up and then back down across my back, wrapping his arm all around me, bending me over as I face the fireplace, my big butt facing the room.

His hand is wrapped around me so that he's palm up on my tummy. My low tummy (!) and lifting me a bit. He also somehow has his foot raised and his one knee stuck in there so that I am bent a bit across it. Despite my high heels, I feel that I am on my tiptoes, dangling a bit there. How humiliating. Especially knowing what's coming next.

He holds me there interminably as I "struggle" and kick my feet. He asks me what I can only imagine was a rhetorical question: "what do you think is the proper punishment for a girl who swats her husband's backside in front of the whole family?"

He's waiting, holding me there, expecting an answer.

"A firm talking to?" I suggest.

"I don't think so," says David as he starts rubbing my ass!!! I can't see most of the room as I am dangling there a bit facing the fireplace. I can see my Dad out of the corner of my eye.

I strain my neck to look over at him and say, "Daddy! Help!" I hadn't intended to do that, it just sort of came out. Psychologically speaking, it may be a cry for Daddy to help David spank me, which turns out to be a bit prescient as you shall see. I certainly did not want or expect to be rescued, but as soon as I said it I realize that I might be. Drat!

David picks up on this cry to Daddy and asks, "Sir, may I? Just one good smack?" Oh no. I'm still dangling there, butt out in front of the whole family!

I answer for him: "No smacks! No smacks!" I say, but in a jokey tone also, not a desperate one.

"Don't hold back on my account," says Daddy (traitor!!!), "give her more than one."

What!!!!!! She needs ONE! David and I had agreed on one smack, one smack only!

Remember Red October?

He wouldn't do more! He couldn't!

I felt David's hand lift off my behind and then SMACK. One smack. Directly in the center of my low bottom cheeks. The sexy place.

But wait! Then right after SMACK again! And then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Alternating left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. I feel myself struggling and kicking.

He pauses. Then hauls me up a bit higher, showing off my spanked butt just that much more prominently in the room. "No! no!" I say, but still with a laugh in my voice. I mean, what else can I do?

And then SMACK! Low center, right across both my cheeks sending a huge jolt into my pussy and bottom hole! Oh dear!

SIX SMACKS!!!! AND THEY WERE FUCKING HARD!!! Remember, I don't have anything on under that dress. No slip, no panties, no pantyhose, no nuthin'! I think you will agree with me. That constitutes a SPANKING! My husband actually spanked me in front of my entire family!

He lifts me back on my feet and sort of plunks me in front of him. He's looking at me with a smirk on his face. I was aware of everyone else's presence, but can't tell you what their expressions were. Remembering my promise in an answer to a comment on the blog, and also finding that it comes very naturally at this point, I reach both hands behind me and rub my burning cheeks. I also pout and say "ouch..." in a small voice.

Suddenly... "Oh get a fucking room!" says my younger sister as she storms out of the living room. Nice of her to stay for the show though. Bitch. What's with her?

Sue gives a single loud laugh at our younger sister's antics: "Ha!"

As this happened I turned my head to look around the room. Everybody is smiling big silly grins on their faces, except my Mom who is shaking her head gently at us and and with the faintest of smiles says softly "what nonsense" to us.

"Looks like you learned your lesson," says my Daddy to me with a laugh in his voice. I spin around to look mock daggers at him, the real cause of my public spanking, but he also just has a big silly grin on his face. He enjoyed seeing me spanked. You know me and my Daddy issues. That is hawt.

"Are you going to behave yourself now?" asks David of me.

"no" I say, like a child, feeling disagreeable.

"Fine. We'll just have to continue our discussion back home then," he says, adding extra emphasis to the word 'discussion'. Oh fuck blush!

"Bare butt!" adds Sue. OH NO!!!

I grab my rear cheeks again, stomp my foot a little, and say "oh!" like an outraged child would.

"Oh you two," says my Mom to David and I, shaking her head again.

"Come on then," says David, "let's get you home. Grab your coat."

What? How can he take me home immediately after all that having been said!!!! Everyone will know exactly what I am going home to!

I feel myself blushing as I walk towards the coat closet adjacent to and open to the living room. I take my coat out and David helps me on with it and then grabs his own. "Getting me home" has a new and very blushy meaning for me!

"Don't go too hard on her, now," says my creepy brother-in-law. A sexual innuendo if I've ever heard one that I thought quite out of place. I am scandalized.

My nephews are glued to their seats, saying N O T H I N G. They don't know whether to be shocked, laugh, be embarrassed, or smile.

With my coat on I go up to my nephews and again give them each a hug and a kiss. I tell them, "Ignore your Uncle David and me, we're just messing around." The looks on their faces!

I hug Sue. "naughty, naughty" she says to me. She then whispers in my ear, "enjoy your spanking." Oh blush again!

I kiss my Mom and thank her for dinner. Again she says "oh, you two!" but I think she likes that we are so frisky with one another.

I then go to Daddy and throw my arms around him and hug him tight. "Thank you, Daddy," I say. "See you next time."

"You want to borrow a pillow for your ride home?" he asks with a smile.

"That won't be necessary," I say, mock frostily.

"Besides, I'm not quite done with her yet," adds in David. He's enjoying this entirely too much!

"So long as you take good care of her," says my Dad. Hmmm... that could mean a few different things.

"You know I will, Sir, always," says my David.

I say a cordial and curt 'bye' to my brother-in-law from a distance. He returns it with a wink. Creep. I pass by my younger sister on the way out. "Bye," I say with a wave to her. She rolls her eyes, exhales sharply, and shakes her head at me. Geeze.

I stow my heels, we get our boots on, and then beat our retreat and into the car.

Wow... Just... Wow...

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So that was it, at least as far as my fevered recollections inform. Let me try, best as I can, to sum that experience up.

Just let me say up front that I think it went off really well. David agrees. Nobody was freaked out and everybody seemed to have a good time with it. Except my younger sister, of course, but I enjoy yanking her chain and she needs it yanked, so that doesn't count. It seemed to seem very natural to everybody that a bratty mischievous wife should get a spanking from her husband in play. And while I feel appropriately shamed and embarrassed, I do not feel at all humiliated. I can stand proud that my man and I have a bit of fun with one another and to hell with what anybody else thinks.

There was much more audience participation than I would have thought, what with my Dad, Mom, Sue, and even my brother-in-law speaking up. The boys no, They acted as I would have predicted. My younger sister acted exactly as David and I had predicted. Mom shook her head – check. Daddy surprised me – it's as if he's pleased and amused to see me spanked! Sue clearly knew we were play acting. She did not seem to mind at all. She seemed happy that I would be spanked properly back home. Bare butt (blush!). She just had to go and put that image in everybody's mind!

What did I think about getting a spanking instead of the agreed upon one swat? I was so embarrassed while it was going on! It seemed to take both forever and no time at all. It seemed like forever just before and during my spanking; but seemed like no time at all afterwards. David read the situation exactly right, and did exactly what I would have wanted him to. I mean, given the way my Dad answered, he could do no less!

I know some of you guys are thinking my husband should have gone further. Maybe lifted up the hem of my dress (not so easy with that dress, but possible). Wouldn't he have been in for a surprise, what me with no panties and all!

Cartoon by Kami Tora - captions changed by me!

I probably should have let him know in advance that I was bare under there, in case he was contemplating it. Or put on full cut panties! But he was very adamant when we discussed it as being over the clothes so it didn't enter my mind. Or maybe it did, and the remote possibility of me being like the girl above, even extremely briefly because David would have been so embarrassed, well it excited me. But I admit, that would have been entirely inappropriate! Even had I had panties, it would not have been appropriate. Heck, many would argue that six smacks on a wife's behind in that position from her husband was not at all appropriate, and I would not put up too much of an argument there. But it was a compromise, and as much as the situation could bear (too much?).

David even later scolded me for not wearing panties. He said that he was contemplating raising my dress and swatting me over my panties as a surprise for me because I had literally asked for that. What would have happened had he done so? Would he have kept me exposed like that, scolding me for not wearing panties as he did later on, and then insist on those same six smacks, but on the bare, pussy and bottom hole prominently displayed as an object lesson in front of the whole family to supposedly grown up wives who "forget" to put on their panties? The thought kind of haunts me in a super sexy and tummy churning way. That will have to stay a fantasy, but it was a close call!

I was truly terrified when David called on the boys to help him. I could imagine them grabbing me and man-handling me over to David. Would they have copped a feel in the process of wrestling me over? Not comfortable with that!!!! But David did not intend them to, it was just a distraction. He knew he could reach me before the seated boys did.

The position David had me in was more bent over and lifted up than we had practiced. So hence more embarrassing for me. His hand pushing into me, lifting me, at my abdomen, just above my pussy, certainly excited me. He pushes on that same spot during oral sex and he knows it drives me wild. He did it on purpose. And then there was the question of my butt facing the room like that. I know my butt can look big, and especially so as my dress accentuates that, so I must have been a sight. The embarrassment of that kind of burns. "Ha Ha Aunty Julie has a BIG BUTT!"

And he just held me there for so long. I struggled a bit to put on a show, not to try to get away, of course. But just dangling there while he and my Daddy discussed my spanking!

And now let's talk more about my Daddy. Daddy seemed to enjoy it terrifically. Daddy is, or at least was, a spanker. I've been spanked by him mildly as a little girl, but he gave it up with the times and as we grew up. But you just know he's not averse to tanning a naughty girl's behind, and this just proves it. I wonder if Mom got a spanking that night???? (Yuck! I mean, Yay! I mean, who wants to think of their Mom and Dad, like, doing it?).

I confess that I pulled Daddy into it by asking for help. But we both knew I was being a naughty girl and victimizing my husband outrageously, and deserved a swat on my rear in retaliation. But that cry for help really setup the need for David to ask my Daddy's permission to swat me. If Daddy had said no, that would have been it. Or he could have told us to "get a room" like my sister did (only nicer). Or he could have just agreed to the one public swat as being a just and proper measure of justice. But NO. He explicitly suggested that one swat would not even cut it, and that only a public spanking would! So as a direct result of my Daddy's intervention, I wound up being held up there interminably, kicking and wriggling like an eel, as David laid on SIX very hard swats flush to my thinly covered backside! He gave me a spanking. An actual spanking. That actually hurt. I still cannot fathom that I got spanked by my husband in front of practically my whole family (Thank God my brother wasn't there – he would have enjoyed it, I'm sure – what red-blooded male would not have?).

Which brings us back to my husband. even based on what Daddy said, it was in his power to let me off completely with the scare, swat me judiciously once, or maybe swat me twice to appease my Dad. But no. He chose to spank me. Publicly spank me without my having given prior consent to this act. The cad. That fucking turned me on, and I felt the squishy wetness between my nether lips as I stood there in front of him afterwards rubbing my buns. Good call. Dangerous! But good.

Afterwards, when he could have just let it ride, Daddy made a joke about a pillow for me on the way home. That was smart. A joke like that sort of breaks the tension and was his way of letting us know that all is cool. David needlessly reminded him that there was more to come for me back home. Daddy responded with what I can only imagine was a multiple entendre. He said "So long as you take good care of her." One meaning is him encouraging David to spank me good and hard as a way of putting me in my place. Another was to spank me good and hard as it was clearly what I wanted. Yet another is that David should take good care of me sexually afterwards. The stronger and primary meaning was that he should be sure to care for me and not cross the line to being abusive with me, which is just soooooooo sweet!!!! I love having both my husband and my Daddy being so protective of me. But I truly believe the first meanings were intended as well.

It makes me both embarrassed and excited knowing that my Daddy now knows that I am a spanked wife. How can he not now imagine me naked across my husband's knee, getting my fanny whacked crimson before submitting in other more intimate ways? It's like trying to not imagine a giant pink elephant in the room! And would that imagining turn him on at all? And in his most secret imaginings will he imagine me across his own knee, naked and wriggling as he spanks me, pussy exposed (I can barely write that without my heart exploding), and then having his unholy way with me? Do Daddies even think of their grown daughters like that? If so, I would not expect most fathers to answer that question truthfully (nor should they!). Are there any anonymous Dad's out there who can tell me? No "stepdaughter" crap either. No cop outs. Post a comment as Anonymous. Tell us your deepest darkest secrets about your grown up pretty daughters (note the emphasis there!). You know I won't judge, and I won't even publish any judgy back-comments. Hell, I can admit to having exactly those fantasies about my Dad.

On a similar and somewhat uncomfortable vein, but it must be addressed, let's now turn to the delicate subject of my nephews. What did they witness and what did they make of it? Hard to know. They were grinning a bit. But they were also pretty embarrassed by the whole thing. Poor dears. I tried to reassure them that it was all in fun, but do they imagine that is something an abused wife might say to hide her embarrassment? No, they know me. They know I don't put up with shit. I can only imagine that they thought that if I was being spanked by my husband, it was only because I allowed it. At least I hope that was there impression. I do feel a bit guilty though, participating in projecting a patriarchal wife beating attitude in their formative male years. I think that next time we see them I will have to clear up a few things lest they be confused. Won't that be an embarrassing BDSM Birds 'n Bees talk: "Sometimes, boys, Aunties and Uncles like to spank one another's butts, for sexy fun time..." I do think it's my duty now, though. Sigh. Will have to think more about that approach. I need them not to be concerned that their favourite Aunt is a victim of domestic abuse (at least unwanted domestic abuse, 'cause I would get very consensually abused plenty more before the night was over!)

Ok, enough obsessive analysis of my evening. As a parting thought, though, I will tell you that it was an utterly unforgettable event, and reached a fever pitch of intensity that I have never, ever, experienced before. Just Wow. And I do not regret it in the least, and am even quite proud that I am married to a man, like my David, who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of whom is there to see it!

On to the car ride home...

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So this I had worked out in advance. The seeds were planted several weeks ago, before any of this even came up. David and I were watching an episode of Mad Men (season 5 episode 2). It's a great show - I had seen it already a while ago, but David had not seen it at all so I was re-watching it with him. Megan, Don's second, much younger wife, threw him a surprise birthday party and Don did not appreciate it. Afterwards she was pissed off with him and let him know it. She also felt he was drifting away from her, so she took matters into her own hands:

Don: What are you doing?
Megan: I'm cleaning up, I don't want to get sweaty.
Don: Like that?
Megan: Don't you look at me!
Don: I'm talking to you.
Megan: I'm cleaning up!
Don: Really?
Megan: Stop looking at me. You're not allowed to look at me.
Don: Then put some clothes on.
Megan: I said stop it! You don't deserve it.
Don: Come on!
Megan: You don't like presents. You don't like nice things. Besides, you're too old. I don't need an old person. You probably couldn't do it anyway.
Megan: Don't!
Don: Get Up
Megan: No. I don't want people thinking you're getting this.
Don: You want it so badly.
Megan: I don't want it! I don't want you! You don’t get to have this. Go sit over there. All you get to do is watch.

Don forcibly grabs Megan by the hair, bends her back, kisses her hard, and they wind up having sex on the carpet.


So sexy! Of course, around here she would have gotten herself a spanking first, then the sex. But I was thinking about this scene when thinking about how to transition from family dinner to my spanking and sex at home. I wanted to be mean like Megan and force him to do it!

So we get into the car and close the doors. David is expecting that we will talk about the experience, or maybe keep the "butt slapping" roleplay going. Instead...

"What the HELL was that???" I asked him with a raised voice. I was super deadpan serious angry seeming.

"What?" he says, offended, reacting to my tone of voice. "It's what you wanted!" He practically yells at me. Sucker. Hook line and sinker.

"I WANTED one smack to my ass," I yell, "not to be hauled up off my feet and spanked in front of them! What the hell were you thinking???"

"I was going with the flow, you always tell me to. I thought you were liking it. You were acting that way anyways!"

"I was playing along with it, idiot, because it would have been even more fucking embarrassing not to!"

Oh yes, I laid it on THICK! I wanted him to be feeling all the emotions necessary to want to seriously spank his wife and command her complete sexual respect.

There was a chance he would think I was being serious. But he's smart. Much more likely he would suspect I was deliberately bratting, but, and key point, as I was not breaking character, he could not be 100% certain. He would need to take a chance. I wasn't going to give him an inch.

He tried to talk more but I just shut him down with insults and told him to shut up.

We walked into the house under a cloud.

"Do you want your spanking or not?" he asked me angrily. Ha! Weak.

"Don't you dare touch me," I said, "You think I want anything at all to do with you after your performance tonight? You need to have your fucking head examined."

"You have a safeword," he said. "Use it!"

Checkmate. He got me. There's no way around the sanctity of the safeword. I took an aggressive tack: "Fuck your stupid safeword! If you touch me I'll call the cops and charge you with assault!"

That was all he needed to hear. I would never call the cops on him. And he knew I must have loved my spanking-based shaming. Combine that with my refusal to use my safeword. He put two and two together.

Regardless, the insults and disrespect had gotten to him, game or no game, and he came after me. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me front first into the nearest wall with my face pinned sideways against it. He held me there as he unzipped my dress and started yanking it down.

"Don't you DARE TOUCH ME!" I screamed.

"You're going to get the beating of your life," he told me. Hmmmm! Music to my ears.

The dress came off and as it does he notices I have nothing on underneath.

"What the fuck, julie!" he said. "I might have pulled your dress up during your spanking like you asked me to! What were you thinking?"

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!" so ladylike.

He then literally picked me up and threw me across his shoulder. Oh giddy me. I pounded (pretty hard!) on his back with my fists and kicked my legs. He slapped my ass and I screamed at him angrily and swore (good thing our house is fully detached!)

He carried me over to the living room, and with one hand pulled out the spanking chair. He lifted me off himself, sat, and without my feet even touching the ground I was across his knee. Impressive!

"LET ME UP! YOU FUCKING LOSER!" there I go again.

Then his palm connected with my ass. So fucking hard! I had gotten him worked up for real. The hand spanking that followed was not gentle. He smacked the living bejesus out of my bottom cheeks!!! Without a doubt the hardest, fastest, most intense spanking I had ever experienced, anywhere, implements included. I initially started out by swearing at him, but decided I needed this spanking to stop, like now! So I changed my tune fast, and started begging him instead, and promising to be good, and saying I was sorry! What can I say? Effective behaviour modification for a wife having a temper tantrum!

But he just keeps going and going and I am getting and acting more and more frantic. Finally, after an eternity of having my bottom lit on fire he stops and lifts me up off his lap and onto my feet. I am crying and sniffling. He is still stern. He pushes me over to the corner and tells me to stand there, hands on my head, for the next thirty minutes to contemplate my behaviour. The scene is still playing out, but wildly out of control!

And I knew I wasn't done. My butt was so sore, but it needed to get sorer still. I really didn't want to, but I had no choice in the matter. Remember, I was carrying out Tim's punishment, and I was far from done. I needed to continue my bratting. I illustrated what I said next using Tim's now famous cartoon:


He hauled me out of the corner and right back down across his knee. My bare tits jiggled as they fell on the far side of his knee. He started right in again with my spanking! It was every bit as hard, and every bit as long as the previous spanking!!!! By the end I was just incoherently begging for my spanking to end! I did, though, have the presence of mind to ask for the next phase of my punishment: "Please Sir! Please! I'll do anything. ANYTHING! PLEASE!"

He stops spanking. "Anything?" He asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer. "Anything. Anything you want. I'll be good!"

"Alright then," he says, "let's see what kind of a lesson you've learned in respecting and obeying your husband." He gets me up off his lap and down onto my knees in front of him as he stands there. "Unzip my pants. Remove them," he says.

I do as my lord and master commands, and undress him from the waist down, removing his shoes and socks in the process. He is very hard.

"Put it in your mouth. Suck it. Hands behind your back. In it goes. Nice and deep."

Oh gosh! I put my hands behind my back, I open my mouth into a big round "O" and take his hard member deep into me. I go until I feel like it is choking me, pull out and then go back in again. The saliva is building in my mouth and I start using it to suck and slurp on his cock. He grabs me behind my head, holds me still, and then starts fucking my mouth! I have to just hold still with my mouth continuing to hold a fixed wide "O" as he moves himself in and out, harder, faster, and deeper.

"Do you like my cock in your mouth?" He asks as he momentarily pulls out.

"YES SIR! I love your cock in my mouth, Sir!"

"Good," he says, as he settles back in for another round of skull fucking me!

He finally stops and pulls out of me. I stay in position, out of breath, saliva dripping from my mouth, my jaw sore from holding my mouth rigidly open in the "O" shape for my mouth fucking.

He goes to his discarded pants pocket and pulls out two condom packs and hands them to me. "Put these both on me. I don't want to blow my load in your cunt while I'm pounding you."

His words excite me. Oh God my ass is so sore! I open each condom package in turn and slide them onto him one at a time. He lifts me by my hair (! Mad Men !) and roughly bends me over the spanking chair. I am sideways to it with my elbows down on the seat and my legs straight. He kicks my legs apart to spread them. He does something behind me (taking his shirt off). He walks back to me in between my legs. He spreads me a bit wider. He puts the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I am wet for him already. He pushes into me and I moan. He grabs my hips and starts pounding my cunt, good and hard! Like any good pussy pounding, it feels amazing and it hurts and it's exhausting all at the same time! His cock is hitting me nicely in there. Too soon it is over and he pulls out.

He removes his condoms and throws them on the carpet (my carpet! bad time to say anything...). "Let's see how obedient you are." He says. He makes me kneel beside the chair. He gets in there where I was and bends over. "Grab my ass cheeks, pull them apart, and lick my asshole," he says.

Oh nuts. I've never done this before. My rational mind says I've had him do this to me countless times. Well, just bite the bullet. I part his cheeks exposing his asshole. I put my face in there, stick out my tongue, and start licking his anus. Oh Gross! How can I describe it? It's like, pungent? Astringent maybe? But as I keep licking the more unpleasant taste goes away. How demeaning!

"Side to side," he says, "then up and down, and around and around." He has deliberately taken a page from my book. That is how I usually command him when I make him do it. I know what is coming. "Now spread me wide, stick it in. Nice and deep. Now wiggle it around in there. In and out. Come on, show some enthousiasm or it's back across my knee." I redouble my efforts and let my tongue go wild back there. In for a penny in for a pound! I push my tongue deep up his butt. I feel the muscles of my tongue straining to push it in as deep as I possibly can. This wife is NOT interested in another spanking right now!

He stands up and turns to face me. "What a good little ass licker you are," he says to me. His cock is rock hard, seemingly agreeing with his words.

"Run upstairs. Don't walk, run. Bring down the lube. Go!"

Oh Shit. I knew it was coming. My ass fucking! I run upstairs. How demeaning to have to run fetch your very own lubrication for your very own ass fucking? I also grab a towel from the bathroom. Mu carpet!

I come down and give him both.

"Are you FUCKING nagging me about the carpet, woman?" He asks me.

Oh Shit! Am I going to get another spanking???

"No Sir! No Sir! I thought you would want it Sir!"

He tells me to lay it out on the carpet and to kneel on it. He tells me to lube his cock. I do a thorough job. He then tells me to lube my own asshole. You know how embarrassing it is to have to lube your own asshole for a fucking? A night of humiliations for me. Thanks TIM!

He makes me get down on my knees and elbows and raise my ass up. He fingers my asshole, shoving his digit up in there. He pulls it out and spanks my sore ass a few times. Then he shoves his finger back into me and gives me a finger fucking. He pulls out and smacks me some more. Ouch. Then it's two of his fingers into me, and I get finger fucked in the ass like that.

Once he has deemed me sufficiently loose for him, he kneels behind me on one knee and brings the tip of his rock hard penis to the entrance of my back passage. "Reach behind and spread your cheeks," he tells me. Oh Groan. My head is on the ground as I reach behind myself and spread wide for him. "Beg me for your ass fucking," he tells me. Humiliating.

"Please Sir, please fuck my naughty ass and shoot your hot creamy sperm into me." See? I know how to ask nicely for things.

He starts pushing into me. Fuck it's big! He gets the tip in and I am grimacing in pain. "Owwww! Ouchy!" I say. He pauses there. "Relax," he says. I try to. It helps if you pretend to go to the bathroom. I do that and it relaxes a bit. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Good Sir," I say. "That's good, 'cause your Daddy told me to take good care of you and I intend to." Oh My Gosh! Don't talk about my Daddy when your cock is halfway into my ass!!!! Actually, on seconds thoughts, do! My mind flashes to it being my Daddy behind me with his cock in my ass. Oh yes, please! I vocalize, "please, please fuck your little girl in her ass..."

David plays along (he knows all about my secret hidden Daddy fantasies), "you've been a very naughty little girl, julie, disrespecting your husband in public. This is what naughty little girls deserve," and with that he pushes his cock deeper into me. "Arghhh!" It's so big. It's splitting me. "Breathe!" he tells me. I do, I breathe and I push back on him and make to go like I'm in the bathroom and it slides in deeper. Oh fuck! "Breathe!" he orders me again. I start breathing faster through my mouth. It's getting easier to take. He pushed into me some more and gives a satisfied sound as he drives it in to the hilt. His cock is buried Balls Deep into my asshole! I wiggle around on it, trying to get as comfortable as I can with the massive intrusion.

He holds me by the hips and slides out a bit and then back in. He is keeping it Balls Deep. Now he starts with a rhythm. Each time he pulls out a bit farther and then pushes back in to the hilt. "Oh Oh Oh Oh" I am saying as he thrusts. It IS painful, no doubt, but not unbearable. I think about my blog, and about my men on the blog who I play with, and am imagining it is each of them in my husband's place, fucking Strict Julie's ass Balls Deep.

I can feel David's intensity rise as he violently slams his cock into my ass and cums into me as deeply as he possibly can. FUCK!

He pulls out. "Stay there," he says. He goes off to the kitchen and I hear the water on. He comes back out with a washcloth and cleans off his no doubt shitty (blush!) wife (I did prepare!). He lies down next to me and gathers me into his arms.

"Red!" I say, exhausted.

He laughs at me. "Finally!" he says. "You were messing with me before, right?"

"Of course I was, silly. You know what I needed."

We turn towards each other and kiss deeply. His tongue in my mouth excites me. Reminds me of other places it can go...

"Lick me?" I ask him. I am feeling very horny!

"yes," he says.

I push him onto his back and I mount his face, facing down his body. His tongue immediately starts lapping at my pussy. Oh that's so nice! He sucks on my lips, nips me, shoves his toungue all around and into my vag, and ciricles up to my clit. I am ready! It does not take long. Talk about a Speedy Gonzalez! I rise to a peak and cum very, very quickly by my own standards.

He moves his licking away from my clit and nibbles on my labia as I recover. This girl's not done yet! When I start grinding into him some more he knows to intensify, and starts licking all around my vaginal opening and then makes it back to my clit. Maybe a couple of minutes max later I cum a second time.

I lift off slightly and he backs off. I hold myself just so far away that only the longest flicks of his tongue can reach me. Then I fall back down onto him, crushing his face and grinding into him as he intensifies his licking. Another minute or two and I cum again, riding these waves after waves of pleasure. Three is usually my limit, but not today! I keep at it. Before we are done, I have two more under my belt. Today it is is record-setting five in a row. Just a fucking constant wave of pleasure!

I move to get up, but he holds me there. "Wait, he says." No. Not six! But he parts my ass cheeks and he starts licking at my bumhole. I can suddenly feel that I am wet back there. His sperm must be dribbling out of me. Oh dear! He licks and laps at his own sperm, and cleans me out with his tongue. Oh my! I lick my fingers and drop them to my clit. I touch in an exploratory sort of way. His tongue in my asshole, sucking his own hot wet cum out of it, my fingers flicking my clit and rubbing. Oh yes! Six is in sight! He licks and tongue fucks furiously at my asshole as I flick my clit leading to, yes, a personal best and Olympic record SIX in a row!


Hmmm... just realized, SIX public smacks, SIX orgasms, hmmmm, coincidence?
So fucking hot. BEST night of my life!

It's been a couple of weeks now since my experience that I detailed in Julie Spanked in Front of Family... For real!!! I have been receiving some wonderful correspondence by email. A nice long and detailed analysis from my friend Brett that I will share here, and another from a new pen pal (a woman!) who scolds me wonderfully. I am awaiting her next installment and then her permission to publish.

For these last two weeks I have been more submissive than usual, and David more dominant. He has been routinely "having his way with me" in bed. For instance, this morning he turned me onto my side away from him, bent me over with one hand on my hip and his other at the back of my neck, lubed me with his spit, stuck his hard cock into my pussy, and fucked me to (his) completion! Just like that. Wham Bam, not even a thank you, Ma'am! When he was done he pulled out, gave me a hard smack on my ass, and told me to fix him bacon and eggs! Moreover, in the past two weeks I've been spanked three times with his bare hand, once with the hairbrush, and once I had to bend over for his belt (it made my heart flutter as he slowly pulled it out of his belt loops). When I asked him why I was being punished he just said because I'm a woman and I needed it. I've been made to give head (and swallow when he chooses to cum in my mouth), and fucked in the ass again. I'm 'kinda enjoying it.

lill jo roused himself and drew me an apropros image.


It's an image of me trying to decide if I want to be dominant or submissive. He has me looking over to the subby side, I see. I am feeling the dominess grow in me, but we shall see.

Meanwhile, Brett contributed to keeping me in my subby headspace with his letters to me analyzing my scene two weeks ago, that I here reproduce with my comments added in red.

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Hi Julie,

I've been thinking about your family spectacle, but with little time to write.

First, I like the dress you wore. Very classy and mature... and sexy without trying too hard to be. It really emphasized that you are a woman, not a little girl. You are a woman who is punished like a little girl, and that makes a significant difference in the meaning of all this. You love the humiliation inherent in a big boy being treated like a little girl. Big girls can suffer a similar downfall. And your "big bottom." I know you want more of a teenage bottom, or more athletic. I like that look probably as much as you do, but you have an attractive figure I like for a woman. Not everyone is an athlete. Teenagers are as cute as they can be, but I love that they grow up to be women. I wish you were completely satisfied with your lovely bottom, but you like what you like.

As usual, Brett hits the nail on the head. That was a work dress I wore. A Big Girl dress. But then I behaved like a naughty child, and was treated like one.

You were totally bare under that dress...! ? ! ? That was, to say the least, unexpected. Bare breasts. Bare bottom. Bare legs. Bare pussy! To visit your family for Sunday dinner. Your parents. Siblings. In-laws. NEPHEWS. I don't think I'm a prude but, if I was your husband, soon as we were home you would have gotten the spanking of your life just for that. If you were attempting to be a bad girl, Miss Julie, mission accomplished. :)

Yes, that felt extremely naughty throughout the evening. Honestly, in retrospect, I wanted that dress flipped up to create a scandal...

What you described as the setting struck me as so nicely middle-class white-collar, traditional yet urbane suburbia---whether that's accurate or not. In other words, your family comes across as modern, educated and refined, but also a wide range of personalities. This IS about your real family, so as a reader, to me they're not mere props for the story. These are real vanilla people, mostly, and no one but you and David had any expectation of what was going to happen. And there you are bare as a baby under your conservative blue dress. So ironic, so erotic, and the suspense was palpable. You express the opinion that your nephews' lack of manners at the dinner table are the result of a lack of parental discipline. Your family too progressive? What will they think of wife-spanking?

Yup. I come for a very good, decent, middle class progressive family. What went wrong with me???

It was interesting how you contrived the after-meal scene. You make David's butt the topic of conversation, fondling him in front of your Mom. Had you ever done anything like that before in that situation? I don't know the context here, but I'll assume this isn't typical behavior at a family gathering. So you're being impetuous? Just Julie being Julie, but going too far this time? The BRAT inside takes over. Instead of backing down, you swat his butt as hard as you can and take off running. Giggle. Isn't she adorable? Such a naughty girl. I'd think you were asking to be punished but, your family, except Sue, maybe doesn't recognize the game. David asks if a discussion is needed. Ominous. Does anyone recognize this as code for SPANKING?

Not typical, but I can be sometimes a bit of a "naughty brat" of the family. Definitely too far this time. I think the way David said it, everyone knew I would be at least in for a retaliatory swat!

"Boys!" said David. "Will you please bring your Aunt Julie to me."

I can't help but think about me as one of the boys. At that age. I've just watched this all unfolding at the family dinner. Starring Aunt Julie... I never had an aunt like this. I have little doubt that Aunt Julie would have played a role in my fevered adolescent mind. Nuclear family... I really didn't cross that line. Even my brother's girlfriends were off limits as objects of sexual desire. That was just how my mind worked. My mother's or father's 30-something sister would have been different somehow. Even as a young child, I was "attracted" to adult women, and that attraction became more unambiguously sexual after I hit puberty. Aunt Julie would have filled two erotic roles for me, as a female with all the mysterious sexual charms of a woman just beyond my comprehension, and so much older and more mature, a possible authority figure. Would I have masturbated to visions of her in her skimpy bathing suit? My aunt? Only a very bad boy would do that, right?

Yes, the fact that they may indeed be "very bad boys" thinking of me turns me on in an extremely guilt-inducing manner. Mind you, I think those boys should get to have a little sexy fun at my expense. Create memories for life I imagine.

So you just smacked David on the butt. Really hard! My teenage mind is now in overdrive. The idea of Aunt Julie spanking anyone is boner-inducing enough. That's just fantasy... or at least it was til now! Then I sense the tension between my aunt and uncle. Is Uncle David threatening sexy Aunt Julie with a.... no, a discussion can't mean THAT! Not Aunt Julie. She is MUCH too old, and husbands don't do THAT to their wives. It's just something you'd see when movies were black and white and people were crazy, but don't think I haven't imagined Aunt Julie having her woman's fanny tanned for showing off her body. I've been asked to help bring her to Uncle David, like it's the movies again and she's been bought at a slave auction, but I sit utterly frozen, a captive audience to what is too fast becoming the unthinkable.

Yes, the "slave auction" has an undeniable appeal to me. Stripped bare and presented, going to the highest bidder, I am pretty enough to be a house sex slave, after my new master "tames" me of course.

Your heart was beating hard. So bare under your dress. I'm still on the couch, my heart and mind racing in time with yours. You don't have to warn me not to dare, all I see is that you are in trouble. Dragged to the fireplace. You look helpless in your feeble attempt to prevent it. I'm already embarrassed for you, but my eyes are riveted to the action. Uncle is stronger than Auntie. He's bending your body and also your will. I drink it all in as you are literally being raised over his knee, a grown woman dangling like a child. As a young nephew, would I have appreciated how his palm cradled your tummy so close to your sex? I definitely would have seen the significance in how your big bottom was presented to the room.

Highly embarrassing in the moment, to be lifted up and feel my toes dragging on the ground, feeling my bottom being presented, worried that my dress is too shear when stretched out over my bare bottom, or tears under the strain, or is raised for my spank! An of course it is not at all lost on me that the "time-honoured" spanking position has massive sexual undertones for a woman thus prepared for a smacking. It is the same position as for a rear-entry fucking...

I'm still a nephew here. Uncle David could have just given you a nice juicy smack on your raised behind, and it would have been a night for the ages to me. I would have forever wanted to imagine what might have been ...and what must happen when you're home and Uncle can deal with you fully. However, you and David were not merely creating a moment, you were putting on an entire show. "What do you think is the proper punishment for a girl who..." he asked as you struggled and kicked. The proper punishment for a girl! Those words tingle in my ear. The idea is a boner maker. You certainly didn't want to answer the question. "A firm talking to?" you suggested, which anyone should be able to translate as, "Please don't let it be a spanking!"

My husband did use the word "punishment" which is so demeaning. Surely only children merit such punishment! I do believe everybody made the translation Brett suggests.

I was curious how you would react to the situation of being bent for a spank in front of your entire family. Once actually in that position, it would not have surprised me if you had simply taken it without fuss, and then played it off as a joke or as no big deal. But no. As David rubbed your rounded bottom in everyone's view, you were not stepping out of character. "Daddy! Help!" It's getting more and more like a 40's Hollywood production when women were both under their husbands rule and still Daddy's girl. Only Daddy can save you now. Not what you wanted, but wouldn't that be sweet. Aunt Julie was going to get a spanking, but Grandpa gave her a reprieve.

Honestly, I had not expected to ask my Dad for help, it just came out spur of the moment. I think I wanted to involve him more. To invite him in. He should have some fun with his middle daughter in this sexy, compromising position.

"Sir, may I? Just one good smack?" So chivalrous. A genteel respect for your elders that your father should decide. You dangle there helpless under the arm of traditional domestic justice as Daddy passes sentence. What could he be thinking? Is this inappropriate in his mind? His adult daughter. Does he even care? Does he feel you DESERVE a spanking? Or... and your heart beats a little faster... would he enjoy seeing his beautiful adult daughter spanked on her upturned sexy ass?

Of course he would enjoy it! As I mentioned before in relation to my brother, what red-blooded male would not? But I was worried that for the sake of decorum he would gently, politely, but firmly put a stop to the shenanigans, which I would have thought to be in character for him.

I only have a vague impression of your dad from your writings so, for what it's worth, I did NOT expect his answer. In so many words, his message was clear. One smack not enough. Give her a proper spanking. You certainly were not expecting it. Turned over your husband's knee, now your whole world was turned upside down! One smack is not a spanking, and that was critical to this stunt you were pulling. This was supposed to be a hint. Let your family come to their own conclusions. As I'm reading, I'm thinking of the indignation and embarrassment exploding in your mind as you are faced with what you actually deserve. A bad girl naked under her dress, in the middle of her plot to shock the family at Sunday dinner, and she is about to get much more than she bargained for...

Yes... I got a spanking...

So, what a scene! When I have some more time, I'd like to continue musing.

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Hi Julie. I found time today for some more blathering. I hope you are doing well.

So where were we? Ah, yes, Miss Julie got a spanking in view of her family.

The entire family at proper Sunday dinner. Mom was there. She should have turned you over her knee when you were sixteen. Sue was there, but she already has a catalog of images in her mind regarding a little sister's disgrace and humiliation. Your younger sister did not want any part of your perverse comeuppance but, like any innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time, is left with visions she must endure. The creepy brother-in-law enjoyed your erotic ordeal a bit too much for your tummy to take. Teen nephews all innocence and hormones, and then there was Daddy. You got a spanking in front of your Daddy ... and he liked it.

"That constitutes a SPANKING! My husband actually *spanked me* in front of my entire family!"

That is the truth. There are spankings, and then there are SPANKINGS! Of course we can imagine a more lurid scene. Was your bottom bare, your naughtiest bits exposed to the air? Your inflamed nether regions a shining red beacon for all who were there? Was it what you got from Sue, a protracted punishment to overwhelm you, to transform you? Imagine the family as witness to a sorry kitten on the scratching post of her big sister's knee?

OMG!!! Imagine Sue, "You call that a spanking? Mom, fetch me out the wooden spoon. David, take that dress off her and lay her here, over my knee. Let me demonstrate exactly what happens to my little sister when spanked hard straddling a knee. I've done it to her before. I know exactly how she'll react. She's such a slut!"

None of that. Yet it was a SPANKING! It could have been so much less. I liked that, from David's first spank, he targeted your sexy place. If there is one thing I'll find totally disappointing about a spanking, it is a spanker who doesn't know where to spank. Or they intentionally avoid going low because it's too close to the sex. Get a clue. Spanking is sex, or it's just punishment. That might sound odd from someone with a fetish for authentic discipline, but if it was just about inflicting and enduring pain, any form of physical torture would suffice. Spanking is about punishing the genitals without actually striking the genitals. When I got punished as a adolescent, you know where I got it. I wasn't spanked there for any sexual intent, but I made the connection and, OH, the shame! Is it even more sexual for a female? There is a special humiliation in punishment that targets your sex, that arouses you sexually, and you now know that as well as anyone.

I do. It draws me in. The idea that after a proper spanking the entire area surrounding the genitals, low butt, back of the thighs, inner thighs, flanks, is reddened. And with that reddening and the increased blood flow it entails, a woman's prominently displayed sex is engorged and reddened as well... Puffy pussy lips, glistening labia, and engorged clit for all the world to see how much of a slut she truly is!

Did your family appreciate the erotic nature of your spanking? I think anyone half aware could see that David was applying the hard palm of his hand to an area reserved exclusively for a husband's touch. And the sound made on impact... was there at least the suggestion that you were bare under there? That first one, perfect... direct center of your low bottom cheeks. Hard! It has to penetrate so that what lies below will throb to the message. I think I can hear that SMACK. It is just a little higher in pitch when there is less to absorb the spank. One might call it juicier. Did your nephews hear the difference? Could it have given them a sense that Aunt Julie just might be bare as a baby under her pretty blue dress, that there is almost nothing to protect her delicate femininity? Then solid swats rang out in that room announcing to everyone present that a bottom has two rounded cheeks that need tending. Four is a good number; six belabors the point; two isn't enough to establish the pattern. The four alternating had you kicking and squirming, and I hope the sharp sound of brisk hard spanks on your thinly covered flesh had everyone's butt cheeks clenching. Finish center low. That's how it's done. Any girl I spank is going to get it where it does her the most good.

Oh Gush! Where is my David? I need another spanking, like, now!

After your precarious balancing act over David's knee, when you were finally allowed on solid ground again, you had a burning bottom to deal with. You promised a reader you would rub and pout like a meek little girl. That was after the expected single swat to your fanny, but it turned out you had good reason to show you'd been tamed. One hand rubbing is only half-assed, so I'm glad you know that both hands must be working back there to fully express your discomfort. That was when Nancy protested and stormed out of the living room. I think she was genuinely embarrassed by the entire lewd show you and David had put on, and that you fondling your hot sexy spank spots in front of everyone was the last straw. And it seems you've found a way to shut your nephews up, or were they just all talked out after dinner? Was your Mom a little embarrassed too? She didn't do much but shake her head and try to laugh it off. In any case, you had not quite learned your lesson. The family watched a young lady taken home early for another discussion, and one that was not going to be so limited as the first. Sue made sure of that. You can just consider yourself very lucky David didn't raise your dress in front of everyone. You won't forget what easily could have been.

Imagine me held tightly against David's chest as he reached behind me to raise my dress so that all present could "assess the damage". Isn't that what everybody wants to see after a spanking? He would slowly, slowly raise it as I squirmed against him in abject embarrassment. And yes, being taken home early for a further discussion "on my bare butt" was every bit as embarrassing (if not more so!) than my spanks!!!

The most embarrassing aspect of all this is your hots for Daddy. It's so thoroughly taboo, and every time you talk about it you should feel like the naughtiest girl. He saw it all. You blush. You tingle. Now he knows you get spankings from David. How does that change the dynamic between you and your father? I mean, what do Daddies think? What SHOULD they think? What visions do they have of their pretty adult daughters? Would a Dad picture her naked when she's getting that old-fashioned spanking? If he does, then he's in for the ride. There is no uninvolved position for him to take when he imagines you raw nude and squirming yet obedient over your husband's knee. He cannot at the same time be detached while, in his mind's eye, he sees your legs kick to open your sex, and the blood rise blazing on your cheeks to announce you are ready to be taken. That is what a really good sound spanking is. You are being taken howling and kicking, nether regions raised, heat-primed for penetration. It is only natural for a man's penis to harden in anticipation of what you will do for him and what he will do to you... even if he is your Daddy.

I cannot imagine it being any other way. It will not change the way I behave towards him, but I feel that it binds me more tightly to my Daddy.

As a former teen boy, and from a more innocent era, I'm not too worried about your nephews. Even at a young age, I somehow knew the difference between domestic abuse and women who got their bottoms spanked like children. It was awhile before the sexuality of it became a conscious consideration for me but, in the meantime, I could sense the loving and romantic nature of it. That was how it was portrayed. Spanking brought man and woman together; it didn't drive them apart. Your nephews saw a loving couple, and they know you well enough. At some point many people must learn about consensual adult play that is made to look like non-consent, and where lines are drawn between fantasy and reality. I grew up aroused and confused, but at some point the light bulb came on.

I think there was no other way to interpret it. I wonder if it was discussed at all with the boys by their Mother and Father? I'll bet they were told how inappropriate it was...

The scene on the way home was exciting. I must admit, I would not have figured you out as easily as I anticipated. You were good, and you would have at least temporarily planted the seed of doubt in my head if I was in the position your husband was in. I would have felt thoroughly irritated that you got me involved in this stunt of yours, and now acting like it was all my fault that it didn't go as planned. You were the one who asked Daddy for help and got sentenced to a spanking. You really couldn't figure a way out of it? In the end, though, I would expect that if my partner really wanted to go "out of scene," she would simply go out of scene. Fighting me without explicitly telling me it's over is probably equivalent to not using a safe word. Your safe word was the final arbiter that allowed David to forge ahead, and presumably he shouldn't have had to remind you of it.

Bottom line, whether you were acting a part or not, you were a total brat, angered your husband, and it set up your comeuppance beautifully. The fact that your anger was entirely a pretense makes the offense even more egregious. Miss Julie, our favorite little manipulator. It is really all about genuine intent and justifiable consequences. No longer just a game, David was punishing you. I was eager to see a bad girl get the bare-bottomed spanking of her life...

I wanted to egg him on in the most egregious manner possible. While he would intellectually know it was part of the scene, I wanted him to emotionally experience me at my absolute worst, and him violently emasculated by me. I wanted to trigger that emotional response that only controlled violence could fully subdue, and that is only allowed against us "annoying females" when permission is granted...

Again, I'll have to continue later. I'll try to get to it soon.

XO

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A few more thoughts today as I picture you naked in bed with your hand on your kitty...

A great spanking has a great set up. When you're being punished there must be a compelling cause and effect, a crime and a consequence. Drama is conflict and tension. A conclusion needs a premise. I mentioned it before that, as a kid, I was mesmerized by Maureen O'Hara getting spanked by John Wayne in the movie McLintock!, where she had been an insufferable brat until she was chased through town and, no matter that she fought tooth and nail, was taken over the knee to be tamed. She earned her paddled fanny. The next scene suggested they were in bed and in marital bliss, but to my young mind, she was spanked for being a bad girl, not to be seduced. Nevertheless, she was... apparently, the way to a woman's heart is through her bottom.

sometimes...

You brought that quaint, old but oh-so-powerful scene back to life. It would have been so easy to go through the motions of an evening with David and lowercase julie. After a pleasant ride home from Sunday dinner with the family, you would smile, hold up your plate and let David dish out each course from the kinky dessert menu planned for your humiliation. You might even wring some emotion out of it before tea and bedtime. But that just wasn't gonna cut it. Even after the tension-filled ride home, you were not about to give an inch. If you were to be punished, David was going to have to mean it. I said that friction is the spark that lights the flame. You brought a pack of matches and a can of gasoline.

Yes! A big can!

Let's review: "Fuck your stupid safeword! If you touch me I'll call the cops and charge you with assault!"... "Don't you DARE TOUCH ME!" I screamed... "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!"... "LET ME UP! YOU FUCKING LOSER!"

It felt exhilarating screaming at him like this. I so rarely get to have a good emotional outburst. No matter he has not earned it. Others have and he'll just have to be their whipping boy.

I was a little shocked, to be honest. I never imagined you like this. Granted, you were acting, but to David it had to be an assault. Is this how a respectable woman and respectful wife talks to her husband? Certainly not if we apply any traditional value of manners and decorum. It was verbally an act of violence. David was left with no choice... not if he was wearing the pants in your house that night. He had to do what a man has to do when his woman has so clearly crossed the line. Shame on you! It was time for an old-fashioned intervention, young lady.

Yes it was!

You were not about to be crawling over his lap like some listless little lamb. You needed to be "taken in hand" is what we call it. Another scene entirely, like new age is to speed metal. It's a precise moment in time where a line is crossed, where you are no longer in the secure grip of Earth's gravity. Separated from the ground you were standing on, you were carried weightless to the spanking chair. How did it feel to have your independence taken physically and forcefully away from you, to be floating captive over your husband's firm knee?

First I was pinned roughly against the wall and my dress was stripped off me. I did not fight as hard as I wanted to, mindful of not ripping my dress. Once I was naked I was able to unleash my fists against him, and I did not hold back! But I was no match for him. Oh to have that power!

You were still fighting, your body helpless, but your defiance untamed. This is why girls need to be spanked. Hard and fast. No nonsense in dealing with your nonsense. David had to limit your options to behaving or else and make else unbearable for your bottom. He helped you with the decision to favor your delicate flesh. Do you find it humbling that defiance was stripped from you so thoroughly and so easily? One minute you were throwing a fierce temper tantrum, and the next you are singing the three-part hymn of a proper devout girl. As he conducted, you begged, the lead-in to a chorus of promises, the finale a cry to the heavens to convince him you were sorry. All it took was one good, sound spanking.

I was shocked! It was less than ten smacks of his hard hand to my naked cheeks before I decided that the defiance had run its course and now I needed for the spanking to begin to end! I had genuinely angered him, I supposed. I was not angry at him, though, for giving me what I had so richly asked for.

With effective discipline, the spanking doesn't stop with apologies. I assume David took note of your radical transformation of attitude, but the punishment isn't dictated by your reaction. It's a straightforward matter, really ...a young wife learning the lesson that her husband is head of the household. He set your backside on fire and then put you in the corner. That's a sight I would have enjoyed. A wife standing in time-out, wet-faced and sniffling, her bottom blazing. Thirty minutes. I bet you thought very seriously about your behavior.

It certainly did not stop when I wanted it to stop. I wanted it to stop after the first dozen. He wanted it to stop after more like a hundred. I was in real tears, and he did not seem to even give a shit. It seemed forever while across his knee, but afterwards it seemed over so quickly. Like a tornado ripping through Kansas and before I knew it I was on my feet, facing the wall, with my hands on my head.

What was it like knowing you had to force yourself to continue bratting? The drama should have been over. You were ready to be a good girl, right? David could have had you on your knees to worship his cock with your highly motivated mouth before bending you over for a stiff hard fucking in any way that pleased him. Isn't that the tried-and-true old-world formula? Your bottom was already on fire. Another hard no-nonsense spanking on that agonizingly tender behind would be cruel and unusual. Poor little subby. Maybe you should have saved your bratting for corner time between spankings, but then that would have just been a following of the script. Now you had to obey Tim, your ordeal far from over.

A few more details I skipped over when I told it (as I thought it was getting long enough as it was!). So here I am, "sentenced" to a half an hour of timeout. The next move, according to the script, was up to me to act out again while in the corner. I did not see any way to avoid it, except perhaps doing the full 30 minutes of corner time and not bratting at all. David would likely have slyly figured out that this girl had had her buns sufficiently well abused for one evening! But I did think of Tim, and the cartoon. I gave myself a bit of a break. I stayed there maybe ten minutes. Then I muttered theatrically under my breath "It was supposed to be one swat. How hard is that to get right?" Well that set things into motion again. Another tornado coming my way!

So you were now submitting to Tim? Really? The things you were about to do for a man on the Internet. Shame on you, but then that's the point, isn't it? Shame on Strict Julie. How far she has fallen. Forced to beg her husband for the next phase of her punishment. Good for you we don't have a recording of your pitiful performance as you received your second spanking. What does a wife sound like when she promises to do anything. Seriously ANYTHING?

We had agreed in advance that the second spanking needed to be equal to the first. And David absolutely made sure that it was. So it was another ridiculous spanking! Only difference this time was indeed my pleading that I would do ANYTHING. When that statement comes from a conveniently naked wife draped across her husband's knee, where you can feel his hard penis as you flop like a mad woman over his lap, it carries with it an unmistakable meaning. ANYTHING does indeed mean ANYTHING!

So you got a mouth fucking. Blow jobs are not your favorite activity to begin with. As HOH, Strict Julie didn't go there. David, under your control, wasn't getting it. His job was to tend to your little girl boner. What is needed desperately for you to come. Sunday night was another story. As you were describing every detail of the experience for your blog, living it again, was it a turn-on or off? You know your husband enjoyed your warm obedient, wet submissive mouth. How did it feel to be the good little wife? Are you looking forward to pleasing him like that again?

Yes. Oh yes!

XO

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When it comes to spanking and domestic discipline, I'm annoyingly verbose. When they say sex is between the ears, this must be what they mean. There's a universe of meaning to be explored. A vital component is submission, so the sexual subbing that follows can be an exclamation point to the scene. For me the cerebral part has mostly been expressed. Now it's more gratifying to do than to talk about.

I enjoyed your wifely submissions after your spankings to a much higher degree because of who you are. To see a female Domme---and for years here you've been so strong and enthusiastic in that role---and how you set your downfall up with such fierce aggression directed at your husband---to see you transformed so thoroughly, was exciting. You were reshaped before our eyes into a model of docility and obedience. Even in your replies to me, I appreciate your altered demeanor. Such a well-mannered young lady. This is a major appeal of spanking discipline -- how it tames the brat, puts one at peace with their demons until another dose is needed. I don't know how closely that resembles you, but today YOU resemble IT.

I was tamed, I admit it. I'm not even sure... I might need it more????

After he made himself rock hard with your mouth, which is the direction it takes when you've become his submissive object, he bent you over the spanking chair for a pussy pounding. This was no Strict Julie scene. More like rag doll julie. I like that you were wet and ready, and that it hurt so good. You described it nicely.

I am not one for vaginal sex so much, as I cannot orgasm from it alone. Though in the context of this scene, I enjoyed giving up every part of me to my husband however he wanted me.

In the context of your subjugation, the ass-licking scene was special for you. I know some just enjoy the kink. Ask my wife, who can be a bit anal-obsessed. It's not something that inspires me to wax poetic. Let's just say that it put you firmly in your place. You had to prove your commitment to obedience to Tim and your acceptance of your husband's rule that night. You might have resisted the worst of it, but your slavish tongue had to save your too sore bottom from any more spankings. Is your face warming as you read this? It should be at least bright pink remembering what you did, and that it now is a matter of public record.

There is much shame in describing it. All you readers of my blog feel like my family, and now you know I did that. Ewwww! I confess to being a bit half-hearted about it, but, quite literally, when my husband hinted at another spanking for me for my lack of enthousiasm, I absolutely knew that he was serious, and I absolutely did not want another spanking! I changed my tune instantly, and it was just that much more humiliating to be doing it with such immense enthousiasm now. Rather than poking gingerly with my tongue, I made full-tongue swipes at his anus from all angles, and inserted the tip of my tongue as deeply into his bottom hole as anatomically possible, while spreading his cheeks to the max with my hands. I made sure to keep my tongue wet, and to keep it moving.

It was a nice touch to have you run to fetch the lube for your next punishment. I can just imagine your legs churning up those stairs, heart beating, breath catching. The full exposure of your submission here is stunning. You fear what is in store for your little bum while running to make it happen. Then having to prepare your own bottom hole with lube, spread your own cheeks and ask for your impaling like a servant girl in heat. David should have been pleased to see his woman so firmly under his thumb.

I can only imagine the sight I offered him! Him grinning at me as I run up the stairs, my hot red bottom wiggling and my bare breasts bouncing, to fetch my all-important anal lubrication! He started with a pretty long and intense finger fucking in my ass. He also slapped my ass as he was doing it. Then came the hard long and wide penis!

You got your ass fucked by your Daddy just like you have wanted. Well, kinda... David made a good Daddy that night. He punished you for disrespecting your husband as he helped his little girl take Daddy's huge cock to the hilt. You were a good girl, and Daddy was proud of you. Good girls get spoiled, and you had earned the best night of your life.

I did, I must shamefacedly admit, flash to my father giving me anal... so blushy! I also imagined you all doing me as well...

XO

Thank you Brett! Always love your extra insights!

Have no fears fans of STRICT Julie. Balance has been restored in a very powerful way. Poor david was forced to endure a pissing on while my sister watched!


From my previous blog entry A Detailed Analysis of my Spanking you know that I have been allowing my husband to "have his way" with me for the past several weeks. This has involved all manner of impact play (my poor bum and tits!), demeaning sex (my poor mouth, pussy, and especially asshole!!), and, worst of all, HOUSEWORK (with spanking punishments for any perceived shortcomings)!!! Time to put a stop to that!

This has got to stop!

It all started with a jokey sort of public spanking in front of my family (Julie Spanked in Front of Family... For Real!!!) which put me into a heavily submissive mindset that lasted several weeks. My big sister Sue was there to see my humiliating comeuppance in front of the family. A number of readers were concerned that she would punish me for such a wanton display. As it turns out she laughed her head off and loved the enlivening of our usual staid Sunday family dinner. She especially enjoyed the thought that I would get the bare-bottomed spanking of my life (she guessed it) as soon as hubby got me home.

Sue has recently had the experience of spanking my bare breasts and bottom as well and witnessing the humiliating spectacle of me getting off during it by humping her slacks (Spanked by my Sister). After that spanking she very naughtily sentenced me to receive anal intercourse from my husband until completion under threat of another hard spanking (what kind of a thing is that for a girl to sentence another girl to, sisters no less???). Mercifully, she did not stay to observe, but took my word for it that I got my asshole properly stretched, repeatedly penetrated, and then thoroughly spermed by my ever-so-eager husband.

The family dinner spanking came as a surprise to Sue, and as she says, a delightful one. She enjoyed witnessing it and everybody's reactions to it. She was most surprised by my Dad egging david on and afterwards Dad teasing me about my sore cheeks. Mom was uncharacteristically demure during it all. Sue and I are speculating that Mom and Dad are secret spankos and that Mom might have suffered a trip over Dad's knee herself in reaction to the sexy events involving his (dare I say it) cute'ish daughter!

I told Sue about how I have been enjoying my extended trip to the bottom by my very masterful husband, but we both agreed that the tables needed to be turned. I asked her to help, and we together plotted his demise. She was in on every detail in advance. I thought that the bigger they are, the harder they fall, and so I put up with a couple of extra weeks of bottoming until we could get together for the epic table turning.

Thank you tim, for the cartoon!

I arranged so that Sue arrived on Saturday when david was out at the gym. When he got back, us ladies were sitting there waiting for him. He waits to shower until he gets home, so he was a bit sweaty, but we did not let him go get his shower quite yet.

Sue started in on him: "So david, I hear you've been abusing my little sister terribly for several weeks now. Is that so?"

He responded along the lines that it was so, and that he found it to be highly unusual and quite exciting.

Sue asked me, "and what do you think of that Julie?"

I answered, "I was scratching an itch, but I think it's time to turn the tables back now. Any objections, sweety?" I asked my husband.

"No Ma'am," he replied enthusiastically. I think my boy enjoys being bottomed by two good looking sisters!

"I'm going to have to make a statement, david," I went on, "to really get things turned around. Will you obey me, no matter what?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, a bit breathlessly.

"We'll see. Come on then," I said. Sue, david, and I all went upstairs to the master bedroom and from there the ensuite bathroom.

I told him to undress while we watched. I never get over the little twinge from having my man naked, under my orders, while my fully dressed sister looks on. I told him to get into the tub and to lie down on his back for his shower. He was still clueless. This is not something we do.

"Aren't you going to turn the water on?" asked Sue, innocently (she was in on it so it was a facetious question).

"It's not that kind of shower," I told her. I took off my shoes, socks, jeans, and panties. I kept my blouse on. I was feeling a little self-conscious with Sue standing there, smiling, but nothing she has not seen before on her adult sister! I stepped into the tub near his head, facing him, and squatted down so that my pussy was on his face. "Start licking," I told him.

"what, with Sue here?" he asked, surprised.

Sue has never observed us having sexual relations like this before. But I knew she was open to it (I think she is open to anything fun!). I had discussed it with her in advance. In fact, when I suggested a golden shower for him, she was the one who suggested it should happen while he was licking me!

"Obey!" is all I said (hee hee).

He dutifully begins licking and lapping at my pussy.

"Stick you tongue up my cunt and keep your mouth open," I told him.

"I heard a little groan from him. He might have been beginning to suspect what was about to happen to him!

It's feeling very nice, but I needed to concentrate. I had prepared in advance with a lot of water, and I already had a quite uncomfortably full bladder. I simply allowed myself to relax and let loose a gushing torrent into his mouth and onto his face.

"no!" he said, spluttering beneath me.

"Keep it open! Keep licking!" I told him.

"no... no... please..." he said as the gushing urine went all over his mouth, nose, eyes, cheeks, into his hair, pooled under his head and flowed down the tub towards the drain, coating the entire backside of his body as it went.

"Open!" I told him, and he opened his mouth widely. I directed the stream right into his mouth, and it filled up instantly. "Swallow it!" I commanded him. He actually swallowed it down as the pee kept gushing onto his face! Ewwwww!

The stream started dribbling to an end and was then finished. It was a healthy pee!


"Clean me off," I said, "with your tongue," I added unnecessarily.

"That's it piss boy," added Sue, "clean her off. Nice and gently now..."

He licked my pussy clean, inside and out.

"Swallow it, don't spit," I told him when he looked like he was wondering what to do with the urine in his mouth. He had already swallowed a boatload, I don't know what his problem was now.

I gingerly stood up. I had been squatting on my toes with me feet to the farthest possible sides of the tub. I spun and sat on the side of the tub with my feet up on the other hand. I asked Sue to hand me the spritzer wand and turn on the water. I pointed it away myself as she got the temperate right (poor david got to experience ice cold followed by burning hot, followed by just right. Ha ha!). I used the wand on my feet and toes, cleaning off any stray piss that might have gotten on me. Then I pointed it at david and spritzed him and the tub down. I stood on either side of his head and spritzed off my legs and pussy, allowing the water to drain onto him. I left him in the tub and told him to clean off with soap, as he smelled like piss.

I dried myself off and gathered my clothes, and Sue and I left the bathroom together.

Golden Showers. I can see the attraction!  Such a power trip for me. And the combination of pussy play with peeing is powerfully sexual. I cannot imagine a more humiliating thing for a "man" to be subjected to then being pissed on by his woman. Wait, yes I can, that happening while his sister-in-law watches!

I was a little embarrassed at first to be doing that in front of my sister. Getting naked from the waist down, squatting on his face, having him lick my pussy, and then peeing in front of her. But as it went on I lost all sense of shame, and just enjoyed that she was watching and deepening david's submissive experience exponentially.

Sue and I discussed what had just transpired as I laid out david's outfit for him. She clearly had fun watching that! Long and short, we both agreed that we were already dealing with a very well humbled hubby.

The next stage of his humbling was to be a repeat performance of family dinner, with him as the hapless victim. In the living room, with him en femme and me in my manly jeans with a bog cock in my pants. I would pull him towards the fireplace, put a knee up, and bend him over my leg. He would feel my erection as I felt his. I would then give him six solid whacks. The first three across the seat of his panties, the last three after Sue lowers his panties for him. Except I would be using an implement, not just my bare hand.

After that we would emulate what happened after we got home. He would receive two very stern spankings, one from me and one from Sue, with corner time in between.

The evening would end with him being on the receiving end of the same types of degrading sexual acts that I was forced to perform on him, except Sue would stay and would be allowed to witness his shaming. While a pussy fucking would not be possible due to his male inadequacies, he could certainly give deep oral sex, could thoroughly lick out my asshole, and be very well fucked up his behind.

This was his outfit for the remainder of the evening.


A nice tight corset with his D-cups filled out with silicone breast forms, and his pink lacy polka-dotty panties. Instead of bending him over in the living room and using my bare hand on him, I would bend him over and equalize using Paddle Daddy's big paddle. I happen to know that this paddle can do a heck of a lot of damage with very few light swings!

from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 4)

Imagine if delivered full force by an "angry" wife to her husband's scantily pantied and then bared behind?

I put my panties back on and then got my strap-on harness with my larger "Adam" dildo. Sue helped me to get it on over my panties. OMG! I then pulled on my jeans and actually managed to do them up. Quite a noticeable bulge, though. I gathered up some lube and a towel and a butt plug for him (I don't like going in "cold" with Adam).

On the way out I yelled to david, who had done showering but was still in the bathroom.

"We laid out your outfit on the bed. Get into it and then come down to the living room. Make sure your asshole is nice and cleaned out for what you have coming, missy! It'll be hard and deep, and Sue will be witnessing. But if there's any mess, I'll clean you up in front of Sue and put you in a diaper for the weekend. And if I have to do that, it's the strap at bedtime during your diaper changing. Then you can expect to be crying yourself to sleep in your fresh tight diaper. Understood?"

Oh My Gosh that felt sooo good! Back in the saddle, Strict Julie!

"yes ma'am," he said sheepishly from inside the bathroom.

"Take your time," I said, "enema bag's in the high right cabinet if you feel you need it."

"yes ma'am, thank you ma'am," said david.

On the way out Sue yelled out, "see you downstairs, piss boy. Better have a clean ass."

Oh gosh. Did she really have to?

Poor david was in for an ordeal!

...to be continued in Tables Turned! (part 2)

...continued from Tables Turned!

We waited for david to shower off the pee, clean his bottom hole out, get dressed, and come down to the living room where Sue and I were waiting for him, having a bottle of wine and chatting. The Big Paddle lay ominously on the coffee table.

He looked positively darling in his white corset and pink panties, smelling scrubbed clean. I immediately got to my feet, picked up the Big Paddle, and dragged him by his arm to in front of the fireplace. Sue got to enjoy the show. I put my foot up on a piano bench I had previously put there and pulled david across my knee clamping him down with my arm across his back, my hand on his tummy.

image courtesy lill jo

Keeping his panties up for the time being, I rubbed the Big Paddle on his pantied cheeks and spoke. "So, this is my big macho husband is it? Isn't this just where it all started?" I asked him facetiously. Then, "six strokes," I said, pronouncing sentence, "just like I got."

I pulled the paddle up high and whacked it down low across both pantied butt cheeks.

"YOWWWW!" he screeched. That Big Paddle can do a number on a hubby that's a little too big for his britches.

I rubbed the paddle on his near cheek while whispering to him, "do you feel how hard I am for you, baby?" Adam, my big dildo, was strapped on and tucked away inside my jeans, hard and ready to go. It was a reminder to my little wife of what the evening still had in store for her. Clearly her "man" was excited putting her on show like this and spanking his woman's little ass in public.

I pulled the Big Paddle back and smacked it squarely on that near cheek.

"OWWWWW!" he yelled.

I repeated, angling the paddle so that it impacted more on his far cheek, with the same predictable results.

"OUCHYYYY!!!!"

It was only three so far, but the Big Paddle works wonders even in small numbers when swung with intention.

"Sue, would you please pull her panties down for the next three?" I asked sweetly of my sister. Sue came over as I held him there and lowered his panties down to just beneath his cheeks. They were already blushing quite red!

"Hey," he complained, "I never bared your butt!"

"Well you were thinking of it. Imagine that, thinking of baring my butt in front of my whole family. You should be ashamed of yourself. For those thoughts you're getting the last three right on the bare, right in front of Sue. Be grateful it's only in front of Sue."

Sue stepped back, giving me room to swing. I raised the paddle up high.

"no, no, no, please!" begged david, fearing the impact of the solid wood paddle on his bare naked cheeks. Oh Yes!

SWAT! I solidly swatted his near cheek only.

"YAAAAAA!" he yelled out as Sue giggled.

I pulled back the paddle again and angled the paddle to catch more far cheek than near.

"AHHHHHH!" he yelled.

I rubbed the paddle around his low ass cheeks. "Hardest one yet," I promised.

"noooooo...." he pleaded, but to no avail.

I raised the paddle high and put all my force into an epic spank low across both his cheeks.

"ARGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he yelled out, in real pain.

After only six spanks his ass was already bright red with pale white circles in the center of each cheek and purpled bruising already starting out around the edges.

I rubbed the paddle on his tortured cheeks and asked him "who's the man of the house, david?"

"You are Ma'am! You are!" he answered.

"And who's the little woman?" I continued.

"I am Ma'am!" he said.

"What are you?"

"I'm the woman Ma'am! I'm the little woman!" he said, desperate to avoid even one more spank from that paddle. That didn't take too long!

"And what happens to women in this household?" I asked him.

"They get spanked, Ma'am."

"What else?"

"They do the housework, Ma'am, All the housework!"

"What else?" I asked, sounding more impatient.

He hesitated and then said, "they get fucked, Ma'am!"

"Where?"

"In the mouth..."

"Where Else?" I asked, annoyed.

"in the ass..." he said, sounding defeated.

"Very good," I said, "and do they get fucked like that in the privacy of the bedroom, or out in the living room where their sister-in-law can watch?"

"in the privacy of their bedroom, please, ma'am..." I think he was saying this to be provocative. But if it wasn't this, I would have found some other excuse.

I pushed him off my knee, sat on the bench, and dragged him across my lap. I pulled his panties right down to his knees. I picked up the hairbrush that I had earlier placed just there on the floor.

"That was the wrong answer, young lady! And it was insulting to my sister! No! You keep quiet. I'm going to give you a very strict spanking now, the kind of spanking which is the only thing women like you seem to understand, and then I will ask that same question again and I had better get a better answer. Am I understood?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he yelled out.

I pulled him closer onto me, making sure he could feel the hard bulge of my cock against him. Our swords were definitely crossing. I started spanking his already sore cheeks with the hairbrush. I confined my spanks to his lower spank spots that were already severely marked from the Big Paddle. Despite his earlier paddling, I did not spare him the wood in the least, and quickly had him kicking and howling across my knee.


It felt very good! I carried on his spanking for a good hundred whacks.

I let him up off my knee and then had him kneel up on the ground facing me, panties at half mast, penis apparently also.

"One more time. Tonight are you going to receive your oral and anal intercourse in the privacy of our bedroom, just the two of us, or down here in the living room where your sister-in-law can see what a little sissy slut you are?"

"Here in the living room, Ma'am!" he answered desperately, and correctly this time. The power of a wife's well-wielded hairbrush on full display.

I unfastened my belt, unclasped my jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down a little in front. I fished into my pants and pulled out Adam. "Suck it." I told him. He started in, sucking it less than enthusiastically I thought.


I kept him at it.

"Good little cocksucker," said Sue encouragingly. He picked up the pace a little.

I grabbed the back of his head and began taking over, pushing Adam deeper and deeper down his throat. "Take it!" I warned him when he seemed to be balking at it. These bitches get out of training so fast if you don't feed them a steady diet of hard cock. I kept him at it for a good long time to teach him his place. His eyes were half closed, he was salivating freely, making funny gurgling noises down his throat, and gagging regularly. He had difficulty getting a breath in edgewise. I would let him up every now and then for a deep breath and then pull him back down on the cock while he was still inhaling, keeping him in a little state of desperation the whole time. "Take it you little cocksucking bitch!" I told him as I skull fucked him. Finally, after a very long and thoroughly demeaning display of his womanly cocksucking skills, I decided to let him loose.

Now it was time to stretch his anus. I walked over to the side table and got the butt plug and the lube. "Bend over, ass up," I told him. "Spread your cheeks." He knelt on the floor with his head down and his two arms reaching back so that his hands could prise his wrecked ass cheeks apart. "What do you think, Sue?" I asked my sister for her input.


"I think her tight little hole needs to be stretched," says Sue. Right on!

I lube his ass and the plug and push it gently home. I love how initially his asshole is so tight, and then as I bump, bump, bump the plug against him it relaxes and starts opening up. Then some pressure and it stretches to accommodate the narrower part, but so tightly.


Then as I keep the pressure up it slowly, slowly opens up and then all of a sudden gapes open and sucks the plug right in to the hilt! His sister-in-law had a lovely "bird's eye view" of the entire humiliating procedure and clapped in glee as it got fully sucked in as david gave a sharp gasp.

I left him on his knees still holding his cheeks apart but now with his big black butt plug well-lodged, and stepped back to where Sue was to admire the view.

"What do you think now?" I asked her.

She answered, quite nonchalantly, "I think you're going to destroy that ass with your strap-on, and that I'll be watching every last thrust!"

"oooh..." groaned david in humiliation.

When you are lucky enough to have another woman present for your husband's humbling, it's important to reach out to her frequently to get her interacting rather than silently watching. It much increases the fun and humiliation for him to be made so aware that another woman is watching and judging his "manliness", or in this case the lack of it.

I had him stand and pull his panties back up.

I took him over to the kitchen island and had him sit up on the high stool. This of course drove the large butt plug deeper still into his rectum. He groaned as he settled his weight. I put a pad of paper and a pen in front of him and told him, "write out 100 times,
Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.
Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.
Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.
Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.
Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.
...     

He likes playing the "man of the house" and spanking and fucking "his woman" as he pleases. Let's see how he likes it. That was my plan for the whole evening. Not to say "women are superior", but rather to acknowledge the traditional status quo, that the man of the house is in charge, only make sure he understands that he "blew it" as a man (not really) and from now on the roles are reversed. I think it's more humiliating for him that way, having to fully contemplate his lost manhood.

My ulterior motive was making sure that his asshole was very well stretched before his fucking. He would be receiving Adam, and he needs to be properly prepared for that anal intrusion so that he can be fucked to the max. I fully intended on wringing him out to the greatest possible extent in front of my sister. I wanted him moaning like a little bitch and begging for his fucking to be over.

Oh Yes!

david finished his lines and called out to me. I told him he may get off his stool and come show Sue his lines. He came into the living room, still all dolled up in his panties and white corset with his D-cups on display, and handed his lines to Sue for inspection. She counted them and declared them adequate, if not a bit sloppy on the penmanship.

I told him that his initial refusal to allow Sue to watch him receive sex was very rude to her, and that Sue would spank him across her knee. But first he needed some corner time to think about it. I took him to the wall. I had his blue dildo ready nearby and inserted it into his mouth. I then made him hold the base of the dildo against the wall with only his lips (no teeth!).


I stood behind him and placed his hands on top of his head and lowered his panties to just beneath his beaten bum cheeks so that his butt plug was visible and left him there like that, in full view of us, as we served ourselves some more wine and continued chatting.

Holding a dildo like this against the wall with only the big-O of his lips is a difficult timeout to get through. He makes it easier on his mouth and lips by pushing the dildo further down his throat, but then it's very hard to recover from that without hands, so he winds up making deep oral love to his dildo all by himself. In fact, we could hear strained breathing and little gurgles from him as the time went on.

When we polished off the bottle it was time for his spanking from his sister-in-law (!). Sue picked up the hairbrush and took her place on the low bench. I collected david from the wall, removed the dildo from his mouth and conducted him over to Sue where he draped himself across her lap. Sue wasted no time in pulling his already lowered panties right down to his ankles. She started rubbing the wood on his cheeks while she manipulated the butt plug with her free hand. She started giving him a little fucking with his plug (who can resist in that situation?). She scolded him for trying to get away with her not seeing him fucked in the ass by me. She pushed the plug upwards a bit and started in on spanking his lower spank spots, alternating sides. I noticed she did not go too terribly hard on him, as his ass was already quite a mess, but she counted out his full measure of one hundred that we had agreed upon and did have him squirming hard, kicking his legs, and vocalizing his distress over the hairbrushing.

Sue put the brush down and made him spread his legs. She reached under and pulled out his cock and balls, making him clamp them between his legs. She started stroking them and asked if he pleasured me at all during my spankings (!!!).

"A bit Ma'am..." he said.

"Only a bit?" she sounded disappointed.

Sue spat on his cock and balls and began massaging her spit into them with her spanking hand while manipulating the plug with her other hand. david moaned in pleasure. This was not the first hand job my sister has given my husband, but it was the first spit-based one! And it was not something we had agreed upon in advance. Oh well. good for him!

"Your wife can cum while across my knee. Can you?" she asked him innocently.

Oh how blushy that she referred back to that!

"Yes Ma'am," said david.

"Would you like to cum?" she asked.

"Oh Yes Ma'am, yes please!" he pleaded.

"Do you deserve to cum?" she asked

"Yes Ma'am?" he said, sounding a little more uncertain.

She smacked his cocktip with her fingertips.

"You do not," she said. "I want you hot and horny for the man of the house during your sex show. If you're a good little girl, and participate enthusiastically during sex with your man, and I mean really over the top enthusiastically, then you will get a very special one-time-only treat from me."

I did not know what she was talking about. Neither did david. This HAD NOT been planned in advance.  But both of our imaginations ran wild. I didn't know how much of a "treat" I even wanted my sister to give my man!

Sue let him up. His cock was hard, wet, gleaming, and twitchy from her handy attention. I dropped my jeans, lowered my panties to the extent I could with the harness on, and bent over.

"Ooh la la," said Sue, referring to my ass. "Allow me," she said as she came over and held my cheeks apart. "Go on, lick it," said Sue (we had discussed this part in advance). david's tongue got busy licking, sucking, and fucking my rosebud. I felt a delightful hot flash or two as david licked me there while I felt Sue's hands on my ass, pulling me apart for him. As agreed in advance, Sue really egged him on, giving detailed instructions on how he should lick my rosebud. As in up and down, or side to side, or around and around, or to to push it in deep as he could and wiggle it around up there. It was a bit of a submissive thing for me, having Sue order my husband to lick my asshole as she scrutinized his every move. I knew it would be when we arranged it, and Sue must have as well. In fact, I had let her in on every demeaning sexual act david made me perform on him that Sunday evening. She knew that I had been in his position only a few weeks earlier, thoroughly eating out his asshole! Very... exposing for a girl!

I finally and reluctantly called a stop to it. He still needed an epic ass fucking, and I needed to get back into my Dominant mode for that!

I pulled my panties back up into place, removed my jeans and made david bend over, bracing himself with his elbows on the low stool. I placed a bathroom towel down on the floor under his ass and had the paper towels nearby. I removed his butt plug which came out clean. I wrapped the plug in the paper towels and set it aside for him to clean later. His hole gaped for me.

"Not so tight anymore, is it?" I asked my sister.

"Not tight at all anymore," she agreed, and walked over and prised his cheeks wide open for his penetration.

I lubed his stretched open asshole and my dildo then walked up to him and touched the tip to his anus. At this point Sue was still holding his cheeks apart for me. It made it easier for me to steer. I sort of slowly but relentlessly pushed the dildo in.


It was relatively easy, even with Adam, given how much his asshole was already stretched. He still complained a little as it went in, but I did not listen. Adam is thick and long, and the inner parts of his ass had not been as well stretched as the opening. They would be soon.

I grabbed onto his hips and started fucking him in the ass. I fucked him progressively harder and harder. Payback is a bitch! I suggested to Sue that she grab the other dildo and face fuck him with it. She did not need to be told twice!

"Like a pornstar, david..." reminded Sue.

To our surprise and delight, he made a show of moaning and of pushing back and twizzling his ass on my cock as he bobbed his head on Sue's dildo and sucked it passionately.

Sue pulled out the dildo from his mouth and said, "tell your man how much you want it!"

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Please fuck me Sir. Please fuck me harder Sir! Please!"

He was positively begging for the cock! Such a shameless slut. I obliged him in spades. Ask and ye shall receive. I really started slamming into his ass. Jack-hammering his little bitch slut ass. I think Sue's mystery promise egged him on considerably, though I started to see the logic in the promise now. How much he was demeaning himself for his unknown "treat" from her!

I like ending his fucking with a simulated symbolic sperming up his ass. I grabbed his hips and spasmed hard and deep three or four times "faking" my male orgasm deeply in his ass.

I pulled out and to everybody's relief he was quite clean. The diapers were at the ready, but not needed (he had done a quick self-administered enema I later learnt). I cleaned up the lube with a paper towel and declared the tables properly turned.

david agreed and thanked me for restoring the proper balance (his words!). He looked totally wrung out and spent. "Ride 'em hard and put 'em away wet" is my motto when it comes to man-fucking!

"So, was she a good girl," I asked Sue, tussling david's hair, "and if so, what exactly is her treat?" I was curious.

"She was a very good girl," Sue answered. As she said this she flipped her long hair behind her head and tied it back into a pony tail with a scrunchy she had produced as if by magic. "Sit down on the couch," she told him nonchalantly.

Oh hells no!

david looked at me guiltily, then picked up the towel from his fucking station and spread it clean side down on the couch. At least he was looking after my furniture! He sat down on the couch. His penis was by now only half-limp (he always completely limpens during a severe ass fucking). Sue told him to spread his legs.

No... she wouldn't... she doesn't "like men" that way...

She then got down on her knees in front of david as if it was nothing, and said self-consciously "I'm a bit out of practise..."

Was I going to stop her? Who told her she could do that?!? She should have at least checked with me in advance! I might have said no, I don't even know. But I guess I'd been guilty in the past of pushing boundaries without her advance permission... She clearly intended to take my man's penis into her mouth and suck him off. Without any permission!

Then... she just did it...

She sucked and slurped, and when he was hard enough she started bobbing up and down on his cock. She definitely seemed to be knowing what she was about.

"Is this ok?" he asked me, pathetically.

"I don't know," I answered, deliberately misunderstanding him, "is she any good?"

"Mmm oosed to beee gud," said Sue, meaning "I used to be good" referring to the last time she did this to a man. In fact, she used to be more than good, legend has it. In high school she told me that most of her dates ended with a handjob if she didn't like the guy, and a blowjob if she did! I once asked her if she knew she was lesbian even then. She said she suspected she was. I asked her how handjobs and blowjobs with guys made her feel. She said she enjoyed giving them, as it was a sort of skill and the boys left happy, but it never turned her on tremendously, and nothing the boys did to her turned her on, so it was better to just get it over with in a nice way for them. That was kind of the mitigating factor here. She was just stretching a muscle she had not stretched in a while?

"M...m...may I?" asked david as he tentatively reached out a hand to put on the top of her head.

"Umm Umm" said Sue, that we both interpreted as a "yes" from her.

"Why not. Go ahead," I added. "What do I have to say about anything," sounding maybe just a touch peeved.

david nonetheless reached both hands out and touched her hair. He said afterwards he felt guilty doing that, as it is much more intimate (according to him) and much sexier as a result. As Sue's head bobbed up and down, together with my husband's hands on my sister's head, it was hard to see who was leading and who was following. Perhaps neither.

I was dumbfounded this entire time. Still processing it. I did not have much time, though, because it did not take much time.

"Please Sue," said david, "I'm close. If you don't stop, I'll cum in your mouth!" What a gentleman.

"Ah ha," said Sue, continuing his blowjob and inviting it!

david clamped down harder on her head and started bucking his hips and then came into her mouth!!!

Sue swallowed it and then licked off his cock and swallowed that as well! She stood up and asked me, "have you got a napkin, or something?" as if nothing had happened!

Still in a bit of a daze, I went to get her a paper napkin from the kitchen. She used it to wipe off her mouth and lips.

"Thanks, that was fun," she said. "Oh my gosh, look at the time, I have to be going."

"Ah excuse me," I said, "but what just happened???"

"I think it's called a blowjob," she answered. "Any complaints, little sister?" she asked, staring me straight in the eye.

I looked at her, gulped, and thought about it. The way she said "little sister". It made my butt (and pussy!) tingle. Thoughts of the wooden spoon, her tweed slacks, and a humiliated little sister danced in my head.

"no..." I said in a small voice.

"And?" she prompted.

"and thank you for taking care of that..."

"You're very welcome."

She went over to david, bent down and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said, "I haven't done that for a long time."

"Thank you," he said. "Unexpected treat..."

She then gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "you have a cute ass and a very nice husband. We'll talk later."

And then she got her coat and left...

Some of you were wondering what happened to Tim's cartoon that appeared briefly on my last post and was then removed. I will share with you the whole story and its aftermath here. It makes for an interesting case study in online boorish behaviour, something I am subjected to with some regularity.

Tim, a.k.a. "Hattrick" was the person I was bantering back and forth with in my post Are Women Just Wired to be Submissive. He lit the flame that got me started on my family swatting and the several weeks of submissiveness that ensued. Towards the end of that, as I was considering swapping roles, Tim sent me a gift in an email.

Hi julie,
I just thought these might be a couple of fun cartoons for you! 😉
Cheers
Tim

I interpreted these as a gift to do with as I pleased (was I wrong on that count?) and used the second one in my blog post Tables Turned! to illustrate what was going on in my mind as I was preparing for the turn. I added a cheeky caption to it attributing it to "tim" and thanking him for sending it. I deliberately lower-cased his name as we had been going back and forth on the lower-case / upper-case thing, and in my mind this was a continuation of a fun flirtation.

Well, Tim behaved poorly. We exchanged comments on that blog post (since removed), but I have them all in my email still.

His first comment was

So julie I Think you made a Typo in The carToon capTion use missed a CAPITAL “T” as in TIM. Perhaps you just forgot “one of my readers named Tim (there is more than one tim, but this one I have to capitalize from now on,” …TIM ;-)

The comment struck me as not being so playful in tone as I would have expected, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and responded cheekily.

I'm sorry, timmy, you must be referring to my subby identical twin sister, julie. ;-)

Soon after I wrote this, I received a lengthy email from Tim.

Well julie....

I must say I'm very disappointed in you.

I know that you will not respond well to this 'verbal spanking', I also know, from previous experience, that you will spin it to look like you are "definitely in the right", but unfortunately, however you spin it, what ever good will that may have been established has been torn down, and for what? An unnecessary display of wannabe dommyness for your blog!!

Not only did you use my recent cartoon in your latest blog post (Tables Turned), without my explicit permission, but you've reverted back to referring to me in lowercase; the same as all the rest of the masturbating, submissive, cum guzzling sycophants. Something I thought you'd have realized by now that I'm not! This email should be proof of that! While some other reader would be choking back his cum right now all you've done is made me angry and disappointed, (not that you care).

I am less angry about the use of the cartoon than I am about the lowercase name. I would have, in all likely hood, agreed to it's use anyway, but it would have been nice to have been asked rather than it be assumed! At first I thought it must be just a typo and was willing to give the benefit of the doubt (re my nudge, nudge comment on the blog). After reading the post again carefully, that is clearly not the case, it was no typo. There is no misinterpretation of the words "but this one I have to capitalize from now on" those words are quite clear and indisputable no matter how you try to spin Doctor them. You may very well point out that I have still being addressing you in lowercase. That is very true, but I never made a claim to do otherwise, and as events have now shown I was justified in continuing to do so! I would have eventually changed my form address had the respect toward me continued as professed, clearly it has not. They were your words, not mine, you published them for all your blog fiefdom to read. That is what is so disappointing!

I thought we had moved past that, I earned that respect.

I thought you would have had more integrity than that!

Very, very disappointed!!!

That was a very long, petty, and annoying email. I am VERY protective of my "cum guzzling" fans!!! You are the greatest guys on Earth, and what nerve with this guy? And so petty! And trying to act all "above" and Dommy? Give me a fucking break. All he's displaying here is his very thin skin. TOTAL turn off to display so much insecurity while pretending to be a Dom. yuck.

Soon after that email he must have seen my return comment, and his comment back got even angrier.

TIMMY IS NOT THE LEAST BIT AMUSED!!!! THIS REFERS TO BOTH subby julie AND her wannabe domme twin!!
Also kindly remove the cartoon as you do not have explicit permission to use it!!

I did not publish this one, and I was starting to get a little freaked out by the vehemence. As if he was so invested in Domming me that he was incapable of bantering. I deleted the comment, ignored the above email diatribe, and wrote him a polite email.

Tim,

In regards to your comment that I deleted, please remember that you're a guest on my blog. This is a Dommy post, intended for my subie readers. I will not be breaking character on this post.

Best Regards,

Julie

He wrote me an email back

Julie,

That's fine I shall refrain from making in further comments on this post!

However, please note that you were still not given explicit permission to use this cartoon, therefore I must insist that you remove it. I will also ask that you refrain from using any other materials that I may have sent you, that you have not received explicit permission to use

Best Regards.

Tim

Well I was now getting more than a little annoyed at Tim. Isn't it annoying how he copied my letter format? I had constructed the blog post using the cartoon and I would have to edit it in order to work around it. But I had zero desire to lift a single finger for somebody displaying this sort of boorish attitude. I wrote back.

I find that to be very petty of you tim, and a transparent attempt to dominate me.

You sent it to me unsolicited for my own use without limitation and so I shall use it as I see fit.

I will remove the caption crediting you, however.

Julie

Then he responded with more of the same.

The fact that you find this to be petty, julie, is of little consequence to me. In so far as an attempt to dominate don't flatter yourself I really couldn't care less.

Yes the material, as with other material, was sent unsolicited, as was other material that permission to use was requested in advance . However without lilmitation for use as you deem, I don't think so. However please feel free to point me in the direction of the statement on your blog that so specifies that "unsolicited material sent to the blog owner becomes the sole proprietary property of the blog owner for use at their descreation and the author and or producer of said material waives any and all rights to such material". Show me where that statement, or similar, is on your blog and I will stand down!

Otherwise save yourself the grief and take it and the accompanying caption down.

Tim

Ok, at this point I read this as some sort of pseudo-legal threat to me, and it scared me. He might contact Google, claim it was his work, and make more vindictive claims regarding my blog and have it taken down. I am feeling vulnerable with all the sexual content I post. Or he might be threatening to dox me somehow? I don't know. Last thing I wanted to do was to deal with a lunatic. I responded with one line:

Fine. Good riddance.

I removed the cartoon and all comments referencing him from that blog entry and hoped he would just stop harassing me.

Well, a few days later Tim comes crawling back to me, half-repentant.

Julie,

I have been reading the comments so I am going to assume that you have not as yet flagged my emails as trash?

I understand that you are peeved with me, as I am with you.

I would like to point out that you are not the only agreived party here and therefore not completely blameless in this! You did renege on captilizing my name, something you publibly vowed to do, then tried to fluff it off and then hide behind your dommy persona. You did use something without express permission. You had not done that in the past, you always asked first that set a presedent.

I on the other hand realise that I behaved very very badly and boorish to the situation.

I believe there is room for restitution on both sides. I would like to propose that we check or Dom/sub personas and discuss this as adults to reach an amicable resolution satifactory to both of us.

If you are not in the least bit interested then that's fine. We can just both travel the good riddance highway!

I know I should have just ghosted him, but I believe in peace and reconciliation, not war, so I hoped there was a chance at saving the situation, but it would only be on my terms.

Hi Tim,

At least we can agree that you did behave very poorly.

You frightened me with your aggressive email. I am very concerned about being doxed, and also concerned that the blog may be taken down at any moment by Google if people complain, and thousands would lose this forum. As you know, I make no money from this at all, and frankly losing the blog might be a relief as it is a big time commitment, but I would feel genuinely bad for the fans. Based on the tone of your message, which was out of all proportion to the good-natured teasing regarding the capitalization of your name, I was quite concerned that you are not stable.

You will have to earn my trust back.

I tried to take a balanced and even tone, and refrained from referring to places where he felt I did him wrong (which I disagreed with, but thought it not worth discussing).

Rome was not built in a day, and Tim wrote back again,

Hi Julie,

You replied back so I'm hoping this is a sign that we can perhaps move forward with this.

First, I would like to reassure you that you were never at risk of losing this blog at any time. At the very least not from me! As pissed as I was at the time I never had any intention of going to Google or who ever the watch dog for blogs may be. I would not and could not do that to you or your loyal readers, and whether or not I am banned for life, believe me I would miss it too! (What is doxed by the way?)

I understand that there are now trust issues. They exsist for both of us.

Right now I am not seeing any acceptance for some of the blame here. When someone tells me something I have a tendency to take them at their word and believe they will follow through with what they say! I trust that they are not lying to me or playing me! When they don't, follow through, they lose my trust and my loyalty. I believe the good natured teasing regarding the capitalization of my name was nothing more than a way to try to skirt the issue, after I had already raised it. I still to this point do not understand your reasing for it (the lowercase lettering) both it and the explantions for it made no sense given your previous declaration.

If you truly feel that you are blameless here then I don't believe there is a chance for us to move forward. Please do not view this as some veiled transparent attempt to dominate you, it is not.

It is an attempt to establish that neither of us are blameless here, that we both have a certain amount of responsilbilty to shoulder and we both have trust to rebuild.

If you are willing to admit to, and accept, some of the liabilty here, then I have a proposal I would like to pitch. However it is contingient on that admission.

If not then I guess we are truly done.

Thanks,

Tim

As I said, Rome was not built in a day, but I was getting some movement here. And I felt that if only Tim would understand the differences in our situation, he might be made into a better, nicer person and think more of others in general. So I gave it another try, still on my terms (I DO NOT give up where there's hope).

Here's the difference, Tim.

In one case it's you being obsessed by the difference between "tim" and "Tim" and ascribing a ridiculous importance to something that is absolutely silly. What I did was referring to you as "tim" in a playful and cheeky and in fact flirty way on my own blog, in a polite caption crediting you for your cartoon which you made and sent to me as a lovely gift.

In the other case it's you making things extremely awkward for me, genuinely worrying me, and forcing me to physically change my blog entry after it has already been posted, which people noticed. Your coercive overreaction frankly made me very concerned. I did not think I overreacted at all to your frightening threats. "Doxing" is exposing an anonymous Internet person's true identity. My career and relationships are at risk from it. It's no insignificant thing for me. And protecting the blog is no insignificant thing for me either. What else other than these things could you have meant by your threats? In all my years corresponding with hundreds of men, nobody has ever been as bullying and impolite and threatening towards me as you have been. I urge you to re-read your email to me and try to put yourself in my shoes.

If you think there is any sort of parity here as to who did the most harm to whom, you are very mistaken.

Well, after this message, something must have happened and he finally saw the light. Yay!

Hello Julie,

I apologize....I apologize for my bad behaviour, my ill manners, my temper tantrums and in general poor attitude.... I apologize for the problems, the aggravation, the stress, and the fear I have caused you. There is no excuse for it.

I want you to know that this is not some attempt to try to appease you, I do not expect any forgiveness, that I have overstayed my welcome here is a foregone conclusion.

This is a heart felt, no strings attached, apology for everything.

I am truly sorry!!

Tim

Ahhh! That felt good. So rare that a person actually comes around like this. I responded back.

Hi Tim,

Your apology is accepted and you are forgiven. I do not hold grudges and am relieved that you are not a threat.

You do get quite angry at perceived slights. Is that a "thing" you are trying to deal with?

Would it make you feel better if I assigned you a mild punishment of my choosing?

Actually, I really, really wanted to punish Tim, which is why I added the last, but I wanted to suggest it in a way that would not restart the wars and would see the greatest likelihood of him actually accepting my punishment. Initially I was a bit disappointed at his response.

Hi Julie,

Thank you for your graciousness and your forgiveness. You are a far better person than I.

No this is not something I'm working on. Believe it or not I am normally a very calm and collected person. Now that the dust has settled even I am having hard time understanding my outburst and subsequent rampage. It is hugely embarassing.

Thank you for the offer of a mild punishment but it won't be needed. I am already in the process of arranging for my own well spanked ass as punishment. It won't be happening right away, but it will be happening!

In the meantime I will be staying away, from the blog, until such time as I have been appropriately punished for my actions. If that is alright with you?

Tim

A day later, before I had a chance to respond, he sent me another email.

Hi Julie,

Further to my previous email, I have been thinking about your offer of a mild punishment! I don't know if it will make me feel better, but I do feel it is now the right thing for me to do, to help make amends, especially knowing that it is coming from you as the wronged party.

This will not be replacing the hard spanking I have already mentioned. That I will be getting regardless!

So...(gulp!)

Ms. Julie, may I please be assigned a mild punishment, of your choosing, as restitution for my actions?

Thank You,

timmy

Ahhh! A contrite little boy. Finally. I responded.

Good decision. I can respect that. Get a pad of paper and a pen, and write out 100 times by hand,

    "I must not behave badly, be ill mannered, or have temper tantrums online."

Take a photo of the results and send it to me. I won't publish it unless you ask me to in order to make full online penance (which would also include a photo of your spanked bum).

Quite mild, and I would not publish it unless I had him asking me to. I DO NOT believe in publishing anything of a personal or private nature without the full buy-in of the involved parties.

Ms Julie,

Thank you for assigning the punishment to me.

Attached are the photos of my 100 hand written lines as requested. I hope they meet your expectations.

I would like you to know that I also received my spanking! My bottom is quite red, sore and welted even though it may not look that way in the photos. I have attached two photos of my spanked bottom. I am holding a note which says "timmy's spanked bum" so that you'll know it is actually my bottom.

Please, Ms Julie may I ask you to publish them so that I can make my full online penance complete.

Thank you Ms Julie,
timmy

Well is not that just a delight! I wrote back, still in my stern mode.

Ok Tim,

But in addition I will have to re-publish the cartoon and excerpts from our correspondence to provide context. It will be deeply shaming for you. Please acknowledge your acceptance of this.

He did.

Yes Ma'am, I fully understand that I will be shamed and embarassed beyond belief!

I acknowledge and accept!

Thank you Ma'am
tim

I was now curious about his spanking. I could tell that it was not self-administered from the evenness of the damage. I asked Tim to give me the full lowdown on that. This is how he responded.

Hi Julie,

This is pretty much what I can remember.

Have a lady friend; I have known her more than 20 years, we are not romantically involved just good friends. A few years back we were trash talking each other and after something I said she replied to the effect “I should spank you for that” and then she did, nothing to serious and not on the bare. Since then we developed a one way spanking relationship. Whenever I feel the need for a spanking I give her a call and she is usually happy to accommodate me. I contacted her on Saturday shortly after I sent my apology email and told her about what had transpired. She agreed to do it but said she was busy and wouldn’t be available until the following weekend. Sunday afternoon she called to say her plans had fallen through and that she could do the spanking that evening. I was to be at her home around 6:00pm. When I arrived we went to the kitchen where she poured us some coffee. She wanted to know more details about the situation, so I showed her our email conversations. When she was done reading she quite literally said “What kind of fucking asshole does that? No wonder you’re asking for a spanking”. She told me that she would give me the spanking under the condition that she is not to be involved in any way, with any of this afterwards, and would certainly not be in any photos.

At this point she told me to strip, and while I was doing that she spread a heavy blanket over her island work station, while she continued to chastise me. For the life of me I cannot remember very much of what else she said, I was only thinking of how disappointed in me she must have been and how small I felt, but D- bag and asshole were mentioned a few times. She then told me to bend over and grab a hold of the far edge of the island. When I was in position she stood beside me and started in with a hand spanking, noticeably harder than usually. She is not much for using implements and when she does it’s usually something nearby. I don’t know for certain how long the hand spanking lasted but I would guess around 10 minutes or so! She started complaining that this wasn’t working and left my side momentarily. A few seconds later I could hear a whoosh noise from behind me and a very excited “Yes”.

I have been stung by wasps on several occasions and the first swat by this implement was like getting stung by 100 at one time. It made me jump! Each swat seemed to sting more than the one before. She would do several swats in row then stop for a few minutes. Then it would be another volley of swats. Then she would stop again. She also moved from one side of me to the other. Sometimes the swat would land directly across the middle of my bum cheeks and other times it would land on that area where the cheeks curve down to meet your legs. I have no idea how many of those swats I got. Counting them was the last thing on my mind. I guess she was too busy swinging to count them either. The punishment stopped after the third time she broke skin and drew blood.  The only thing I thought of during the spanking, aside from the pain, was “you brought this on yourself”, “you asked for it”, “it’ll be over soon!” I just kept repeating that over and over. When she finally let me up she pointed a finger at me and said “I don’t want to ever hear of you doing anything like that ever again or you will get more of this!” She then showed what she had been using on my now very sore ass. It was a long thin semi rigid clear plastic tube maybe ¼ inch diameter, one end was straight and the other was hooked, essentially like a cane I guess. It stung like a mother f****r. She then gave me a quick little hug. All in all I was across the island for about 35 to 45 minutes judging from the time on the clock.

She then had me kneel in front of the island and said “let’s get this picture stuff done so you can get going”. That’s when I thought about the sign and she got me a marker and paper. She took a couple of shots with my phone.  Then I got dressed and left.

When I got home I spent the rest of the evening sitting, with a sore ass, on a hard kitchen chair writing out 100 lines of “I must not behave badly, be ill mannered, or have temper tantrums online”

tim

35-45 minutes of a good hard ass beating from a pissed off woman who understood fully what he had done to me. My surrogate! My hero! Even drew blood and kept going. Then having to sit on his hard kitchen chair afterwards writing out my lines. Be still my fluttery heart!

I am fully satisfied with Tim's apology, with his chastisement, and with his contrition. Following this blog post, I am happy to welcome him back with open arms as an equal and valuable contributor on my blog. I expect all of you to do likewise as well, and forgive him his trespasses as I have done.

That is after this blog entry. For this blog entry you may all pile on a bit, express any displeasure with him you may feel, and tease and embarrass him over his chastisement. Fair game this one post only.

And timmy, NOT A WORD from you in response on this blog post. NOT ONE WORD. You sit there, you read it, and you take it.

Yesterday night I gave david a little treat.

He was watching TV around 9:30pm or so. I went to him, took him by his wrist and made him come along. He always gets this very sheepish look in his face and blushes when I do this to him. He knows what's coming!

I took him like that, slowly, all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes," I told him. He stripped to bare for me as I admired him.

I sat on the side of the bed and beckoned him over my lap. He scrunched over me, with both legs and chest resting on the bed.

I started spanking him with just my hand. Just a nice light spanking.

This session would be more "massage" than punishment. I started pulling his cheeks apart and spanking all around his anus. He gets particularly excited when I do this, he is such a bad boy! I puled hard on his cheeks and smacked my palm right across the center, which sent a jolt right into his bumhole.

I reached over to the bedside table and got the little bottle of lube and one of his prostate massagers. I dribbled the lube onto and around his anus, and also onto the toy. I pressed the toy into his bum until it went in deep.


He moaned loudly as it sunk home.

I continued spanking his low cheeks with the butt plug in.

I told him to get up off my lap and to lie face down in the middle of the bed with one pillow beneath his hips.

I got the massage oil and I rubbed it into his shoulders, back, neck, buttocks, and legs. I then gave him a massage. As I massaged his upper legs, my hands glanced past his testicles and his penis, which excited him. I also massaged deeply into his bum crack, all around the plug. I reached between his legs and pulled out his cock and balls fully, and had him push his legs back together again.


I continued massaging everywhere except his cock and balls. He was anticipating my touch there, but I withheld it for a time.

He likes when I mix some submissive fantasy into his sexing. As I rubbed him I asked him gently if he was thinking of those massage parlours he used to go to, with the young ladies massaging him naked like this. He just sort of moans in response.



I told him that I bet they didn't spank him rosy first, and keep a plug in his ass during his massage.

Now I moved to his cock and balls.

I suggested that I take him to the massage parlour. Pay a young lady to watch me fuck him. Tell her that you have been a bad boy, that you have been seeing whores, and that as punishment you agreed to be treated like a whore in front of a pretty young lady. That is why you are blushing so much, dressed in your bra and panties in front of her. First you go for a trip across my knee, where your panties are lowered and you are given a spanking. Then its up on your hands and knees on the massage table. I get behind you with my strap-on dildo, and give you a fucking while she watches. That would be worth $100 to have a young lady witness that, no?

I'll tell her to go see who else is free to come and watch. Tell her there's $20 for anybody who pops their head in to watch. Hand her a pile of $20's to go round up anybody she can. Meanwhile I still have my cock up your ass.

She goes out excitedly - this is fun for her! She comes back with several other young ladies, and the receptionist also. They all crowd in and watch as you get treated like my little whore. Our girl explains to the others that it's a husband being punished by his wife with a spanking, a dressing up, and a long hard anal fucking, for seeing whores.

They all roundly condemn your actions, and say that you're getting exactly what you deserve!

I have been rubbing his cock all this time, and this mental image is too much for him. He convulses and spurts his seed down the backs of his legs.

I tell him to clean himself up and to get into bed as he has an early day tomorrow.