Monday, August 3

Corner Time!

Corner time is a very interesting activity for my man. While five  minutes or so is no big deal, any longer than that is something he really does not like at all. He says it's horribly boring and often very uncomfortable. Of course, it's also extremely humiliating for a grown man to be made to stand or kneel in the corner by his wife.

Imagine if we were just having a little gathering with a couple of my friends and david were to make an inappropriate remark about one of their outfits. Imagine how embarrassed he would be if I said "That's quite enough out of you. Go kneel in the corner with your hands on your head. Yes right now. Yes in front of my girlfriends. How long? As long as I tell you! But don't expect less than an hour for that remark about Tonya's skirt."


Of course, it could have been worse. I could stripped him bare and spanked him bare bum in front of them first.

And then he would be sent to the corner to show off a fresh pair of properly punished buttocks.


Or perhaps his corner time would be the much dreaded "facing out" version...


Men get so delightfully humiliated when we force them to display their genitalia to a group of women in timeout (especially when they get hard and just can't control themselves!). I don't really get it, as most woman have looked after a male child (if not as a mother than as a babysiter or big sister) and have seen it plenty of times. Oh well, so long as it works for them as punishment I'm happy.

There are also other humiliations that can be added in for corner time. Forced cross-dressing is always a good one, especially when company is present.


That poor boy has panties (pulled down), bra (unhooked), and stockings (pulled up), and he's getting his bum smacked. The young ladies seem very amused by it all!

There's also some delightful artwork on the topic.


I can't think of a better way to put a male in his place! You can see from his bum that he likely had to go out and cut three stout switches that the women then proceeded to wear out on his bare backside. That'll learn him!

Of course, with some guys there would be the inevitable little stiffy that rears it's little head...

lill jo's room

But here is one of my all-time favourites from Sardax (reproduced with his permission). I have subjected my husband to exactly this punishment.

http://www.sardax.com

First he is feminized with bra, stockings, and suspender belt. Then he is gagged which symbolically means we are not interested in anything he has to say about his misbehaviour or his punishment. In that humiliated state he must hold up a coin against the wall with his nose for a full hour.

His hands are tightly bound behind his back to both increase his discomfort, and to ensure that if the coin drops there will be no way for him to restore it unaided. In that way he may be left alone for long periods of time without direct supervision.

His buttocks are left bare. Either because his behaviour has been such that he has earned himself a sound bare bottom spanking after his timeout, or just as a reminder that he is subject to bare bottom discipline from his wife.

Perhaps the woman with the hairbrush is his wife, and the other lady at the door is his mother-in-law popping in unexpectedly. Or Perhaps she is the wife, just out for a quick trip to the shops and she has asked her sister to supervise her husband's timeout, and to spank him if the coin drops and start the timer over again.

The Internet is such a fertile field to get ideas from. And corner time in particular has so many possibilities for the lady of the house.


Please share with me some of your experiences with corner time. I would love to try them out on david!

Friday, July 31

Husband wants to be a Girl for the Night

david came up to me the other day and asked (sheepishly) if he could be a girl for a night (and a "badly treated" one at that).


Well of course he can! It's unusual for him to ask this of me, as he is usually very bashful regarding his desire to cross-dress. Usually I have to "make him" (I know it turns him on, I'm not stupid). I think he is self-conscious that he is not a very pretty girl. Well join the club! In fact, he's right, but I never let on. I always make it a point to tell him how pretty he is. And he's so bashful and embarrassed when dressed girly, and extra submissivy, so I genuinely do enjoy seeing him like that. I planned out the evening and then executed my plan. He was to be subjected to a series of very girly adventures!

Morning of I told him his wish would come true that evening. He would be made into a complete girl and treated as such by me. I picked his socks that morning. Big polka dot socks!


I had picked them out on a trip to Winners for him. They were men's socks but I thought they looked quite effeminate. He will wear them but is a trifle embarrassed to do so. I made him wear them to work so he could anticipate what was to come

It was that evening, just after dinner. First came the dressing.

I gathered his girly things and brought them down to the dining room. I called him in. I undressed him myself. Unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. Undid his belt, pants clasp, and zipper, allowed his pants to drop to his ankles, and made him step out. His boy underwear followed (I made him take those off himself). So there he was, naked but for his polka dot socks.

"Cover yourself," I told him, "top and bottom". I figured he was a naked "girl" now, he should act ashamed.


He covered his pussy and his tits, like the girl in the photo above, and looked bashful. I think that having to assume the body language of an embarrassed, bashful girl gets his mind there as well.

I showed him his panties for the evening. A fuller cut, boy cut panty, with polka dots as well, contrasting side panels, and a bow in front.

'Sorta like these

I drew out the embarrassment as I dangled them in front of him as he stood there hunched over covering bush and tits. I handed them to him and made him put them on. He was very, very erect. His hard cock was pushed against his body by the panty. I rubbed it through the material telling him that his little girl clitty was getting wet already.

Next up was his Victoria's Secret bra, filled out to a B-Cup with his breast forms.

This is the actual model

I put that on him myself, adjusting the straps and putting the breast forms in. I turned him around to face me, grabbed his tits and squeezed, and told him what big beautiful breasts he has.

Next I put him into his plaid schoolgirl skirt. I tied the ties at the back, making a nice bow. His "blouse" was a white dress shirt, tied up in front so as to expose his sexy midriff, Britney style. I turned up the collar and left the top few buttons undone so she could show off her pretty VS bra.


I stood back and admired him. I liked the way he looked. So fuckable. And yes, I was determined to fuck his brains out that night.

So wrong!

But let's not get ahead of ourselves... First she needed a good humbling before she would be allowed girl-cock up her pussy.

I made her skedaddle up to our bedroom. I put her nose against the wall and made her put her hands on her head. I felt up her tits, ass, and hard drippy clit.

"Do you like this?" I asked her.

"Oh yes Ma'am!" She answered.

"No, you don't call me that tonight. What do you call me tonight?" I asked.

"yes... sir..." he said sheepishly.

"That's right. Tonight I'm the man of the house, and you better remember it or I just might have to teach you a lesson in respect with my belt across your ass, little missy."

He likes when I mess with the gender stereotypes. He tells me he still thinks about himself in the masculine and me the feminine, but imagines that words such as "she" have been recast to refer to submissive males, and words such as "he" to dominant females.

I left him like that while I took care of some personal needs. Let him stew on the thought, as I took a piss, that for tonight I was the man and he was the girl. I was already wet, and not just because of my pee!

I came back from the bathroom, hauled him out of the corner by the arm, sat on the end of the bed, and threw him across my knee. His erection felt hard on my thigh. I pulled up his skirt and started spanking the seat of her pert pantied bottom.

I felt her grinding her clitty into my leg as I panty-spanked her. "You're getting off on this, aren't you, you little slut?' I teased.

After a little warm up spanking I stood her up again and put her nose back against the wall. I tucked her skirt up into its waistband, showing off her pretty red panties and pinkened lower cheeks. My little girl had a shamefully spanked panty seat and was being made to display it.

I stripped down to my undies and put on my strap-on. I put "Adam", my biggest and most challenging dildo, into my strap-on harness. Adam would have some serious work to do!

Scared? She should be!

I grabbed my hairbrush with one hand, hauled her out from the wall with my other, and again threw her across my knee. As she fell across my lap she could feel my big hard cock poking into her clitty. Her skirt was already up. This time her panties were coming down and I'd be using my hairbrush to teach her some respect for the new man of the house!

"I don't like your snooty attitude," I said. "You think just because you're pretty you can get away with anything? I'm here to tell you that's just not so. You will learn respect even if I have to blister this ass!"

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"No Sir! Please Sir! I respect you Sir! I do! I do!" (sung in the pitch of "frantic")

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

I gave her pretty bare ass a good seeing to, and didn't stop until I was quite sure her attitude would match her words.

I pushed her off my lap and she rolled at my feet, clutching her newly crimsoned ass cheeks.

It was now time for my little bitch to suck cock.


I tossed the hairbrush off to the side and picked up the heavy leather belt. I doubled it in my hand and let it dangle by my side as I stood there. I told him to kneel in front of me and start sucking my cock. I told her that I was fed up with her half-measures. If I was not completely satisfied with her sucking, she would be head down and ass up for the worst belt whipping of her young life...

She did as she was told and started sucking like a little porn star. Nothing like a bit of motivation to get your man busy! She would be tasting the leather across her ass no matter what, of course: I mean, there's always room for improvement. But her porn star enthusiasm was rapidly reducing what would otherwise have been a Grade-A1 Rump Roasting to a token ass sizzling.

I made her lick the shaft and tip. Warned her about teeth and watched as she carefully made a big-O around my giant shaft and bobbed her head. I made her deep throat my cock which caused her to gag and produce mouthfuls of saliva. I kept her at it, giving her breathing breaks every now and then where she quickly gasped for air before I resumed her face fucking.

You just have to picture this tableau. I am standing there with one hand on the back of her head, the other holding the belt. She is still in her bra and blouse, pretty socks, skirt around her waist and panties around her knees, on her knees, giving me 'hella good head.

She wanted to be a "badly treated" girl for the night? She got her wish.

gug.. gug.. gug... gug..
 They all look the same with their mouths around our cocks...

I stood her up in front of me and sat on the end of the bed. Her clit was quivery hard despite (because of?) the hard session of forced oral. I used my hand to rub her until her knees quivered and she was moaning loudly. I looked her in the eye and said "time for the belt".

"Oh No! Please Sir! Didn't I do a good job sucking your cock? Please Sir! Please!"

"No. You get the belt." Truth be told, she performed brilliantly. Her belt whipping would be merciful. But I didn't want him getting conceited about his cock sucking abilities.

I put him face down on the bed draped over two pillows. I arranged her skirt and panties so they very pretilly outlined my target area from above and below. I stood back and brought the belt down with only medium force across her cheeks. Nonetheless there was a satisfying CRACK as belt contacted bare bum. She turned her head so she could see me whipping her. Holding the belt high above my head, one hand on each end, and then whipping it down lightly but solidly across her cheeks, my massive hard cock bouncing. He mutterred into his pillow: "please sir... I'm sorry sir... I'll do better sir... I promise sir. I promise..." He was really getting into this "being a bad girl" thing.

And he knew he would be made to perform his wifely duties before the evening was out. I would certainly be performing my husbandly duty, teaching his woman a lesson in submission as only a big hard cock can do...

That's right, woman...
hard and deep seems to be the only thing that gets through to you.

Though I was feeling a lot of compassion for my little baby cakes right around then. So I decided to work his ass up to my dildo. I went to our drawer and got out "slim jim", his least thick dildo. I lubed it and him and easily inserted it all the way in on the first try. I whispered to him to hold it in and then I went back to the belt, occasionally lightly whipping the base of the dildo and causing shock waves to course through his being. I pulled out that dildo and put in the next and the next, whipping him all the while and telling him this would make it easier for when I took his cherry later on.

In between whippings I pulled his clit out behind his legs and rubbed that until she was frantic, and begging to cum. Not yet. For the last dildo in the sequence I inserted it and then wrapped another belt around his hips and ass, cinching it tightly to hold that dildo in deep deep deep. In that thoroughly plugged state, his clitty on display, I told him to tell me that he was a naughty disrespectful girl who deserved to have her ass whipped.

By now he was fully in "sub space", and his voice quivered as he said: "I'm a... naughty, disrespectful girl, who fully deserves her belt whipping, sir". Yummm!

I ended his whipping with a final flourish, providing the necessary time to allow the dildo to stretch his pussy wide for my Adam and making sure not to whip his hard naughty fully displayed and fully engorged clit in the process. She was being such a good girl after all, no need for an actual clitty whipping.

Google has everything! Ouchi!

I went back to my wonderful toy drawer and pulled out a ball gag. I lovingly put it around my husband/wife's head and cinched it extra tight (I've learned from experience - get that ball gag on super tight because it loosens, and we can't have that!).

I told him I was going to take his precious little cherry now, and I really was not interested in anything she had to say.

The perfect wife ;-)

I put her on her back, kept one pillow under her hips, and raised her legs high in the air. Her little panties I left banded around her ankles. I put one foot up on the bed, and knelt with my other knee, and pushed Adam right in balls deep! She let out a little complaint through her ball gag, but it was nothing really. After she had been so nicely stretched like that, she practically gave her cherry away!

I pulled my top off so she good see her man's bare breasts, and know she was being completely taken. I then gave her a slow soft fucking. I hardly broke eye contact with her. She was liking it! His cock always goes a bit flaccid during his ass fuckings, and today was no exception, though I rubbed his limp noodle anyways, which she seemed to appreciate.


My beautiful big-breasted ball-gagged schoolgirl. Fucked.


  Totally fucked. By me. Yummm!

Who's your daddy?

I pulled out and left her legs high, telling her to keep them there because her pussy was dirty and I had to go to the bathroom and get the necessaries to clean her up. I made her stay there, with her dirty pussy waving in the air as I fetched toilet paper, a warm wash cloth, and a dry towel to clean her up. I happily did the deed myself as I watched her cringing in embarrassment. I'm sorry to have to say it, but I really did fuck the shit out of her and I told her as much as she lay there with her ankles over her ears getting a good hard pussy scrubbing from "her man". Ha Ha! Dirty girl!

When I deemed her pussy clean enough to touch our bed, I let her put her feet down and told her she may rub her clitty as I watched, and I expected a nice big gushing orgasm from her. I undid her ball gag so she could use her own spit, and picked up my crop and encouraged her with light strokes to her thighs, her tummy, her balls, and her clitty when I could get at it. I told her what a good girl she was and how I was hoping she would gush for me.

Well it didn't take long! I was rewarded with a massive series of spurts covering her sexy belly.


I immediately scooped it all up and fed it to her. Every last drop I could get. I told her to hold it in her mouth and not swallow, or else!

I got out my strap. I pulled her up off the bed and down across my lap. I threw the strap down on the floor in front of her face as I took her across my knee. I told her that I was going to give her a mild hand spanking as she held my cum in her mouth, and that afterwards she would kneel at my feet, open her mouth, and show me it was all still there. If there was any missing at all, she would be severely strapped from her ankles to her waist. She knew I meant business, too!

She received her hand spanking, mewling as the cum rolled around inside her tightly closed mouth. She then knelt in front of me, opened her mouth and showed me. She had preserved it all, and there was a lot! I put one hand lightly around her throat, used the other to pinch her nose, and tilted her head back. She had no choice but to swallow, and I felt her throat move as the cum slid down her passage.

She looked exhausted. I gave her a big hug which she returned. I took her by the hand and led her back down to the living room where her clothes were left. Before I let her go back to being a man, I thought she needed some quiet reflection. So I put her nose against the wall with her hands on her head and her breasts mushing against the wall. I got a safety pin and pinned up her skirt in back, and lowered her panties to pool around her ankles. I reached between her legs, pulled out her clit and made her close her legs tightly. This humbled her, forcing her to bend at the waist. I got two pieces of writing paper, and put one between each breast and the wall. This caused her to have to straighten which arched her back in a very feminine way and jutted out her bottom. I told her I wanted her to stay there, focusing on what it would be like to have breasts and a pussy, and be subject to her husband's strict discipline and sexual demands 24x7.

"yes sir..." he whispered as I went to clean up the kitchen. I love watching him stay submissively in timeout as I go about my business.

When her sentence was up, I went to collect her. I helped her out of her clothes, cleaned her up a bit, and then dressed him in his man clothes again. I asked him if that was what he had in mind when he asked if he could be a girl for the night? "Oh yes!" he said. We cuddled on the couch watching TV, his needs satisfied (for a time). I love him so much!

Sunday, July 12

Advice for Wives

I've had so many men over the years e-mail me and lament the fact that they can't get their wives or partners to spank them, or they can but only grudgingly and in a way that doesn't do it for them at all.

So to help them out I've written a "Resource Page" called Advice for Wives targeted at the wife or girlfriend whose partner has just asked that they spank them, and who may be a bit confused what to make of it and what to do as a result.


I give my own perspective on the situation, and I also point to other resources that I think are great, much better at explaining this thing then I can do.

I've put a link to it in the sidebar along with another popular instructional post.

Please have a read and give me feedback.

CLICK HERE TO GO TO "Advice for Wives"

Saturday, July 11

Trainer uses Flogger and Belt on david

In case you were wondering, david's training sessions have been proceeding on a weekly basis. It's the highlight of my week, in fact, to come home after one of his training sessions and make him drop trou to show me the carnage on his ass. That girl loves leaving marks! Up to now, the implements have mostly been thin and whippy so she can go crazy.

Last week I happened to be home and thought I would introduce Mags properly to the flogger and the belt. I have a lovely heavy leather flogger that can pack a real punch if wielded properly.


I also own a double thick leather belt that is a favorite spanking implement.


Knowing Mags' penchant for spanking without mercy I thought she would enjoy using these two instruments of displeasure, but I wanted to show her the ropes to make sure she was effective and safe. So we started the session with a bit of a tutorial for her with david as the victim.

I told david to take off his shorts and shirt, leaving him only in a pair of panties. He is required to wear panties under his gym shorts for all his training sessions with Mags. He looks so ridiculous in them!


I let Mags have a go first. She made david get down on the floor on his knees with his head down and ass up. For both implements she shortened up too much on the grip, and was much too close to david. As a result her swing lacked power and there was a lot of wrap-around to his flanks (which was not such a big deal as the power was not there).

I asked if she would like some pointers on how to have a bigger effect? She was very eager.

The first thing I did was to position david across the big exercise ball. This would allow her to stand and get at his ass more horizontally. Then I had her stand way far away from him. Much further than she would have thought possible. She complained that she surely couldn't reach him from where she was.

Flogger was up first. I told her to go lightly at the start and aim the tips of the flogger where she wants him to feel it most. She swung awkwardly and stepped in a bit not believing she could reach him and wound up pretty much missing. She reset and tried again, This time she kept still and extended her arm and she got a light bullseye on the center of his panties.

"Wow! You need to stand way back!" She said. That's what I was saying!

She tried several more swings, increasing the speed and power and started really snapping the tips of the flogger right in the center of his panties every time. She was looking more and more comfortable (and david less and less so!).

"Let's practice your fine aim." I said. To help her with her targeting, I thought it was a better idea to take david's panties right off him, which I did, leaving him nude bent across the ball. I told him to spread his legs. david did so, but I noticed he was careful to hide his cock and balls underneath himself in a wise act of self-preservation.

I patted his bare bum a few times and told him to go over higher. david rolled the ball forward so his head was almost on the ground and his feet were in the air. They remained splayed as I had instructed him previously.

I love this position for him, especially with another woman present, as his anal-rectal area has no privacy whatsoever. Having to show off his bumhole like this is part of the disciplinary aspect.

I told Mags to aim the tips where she wanted him to feel it most.

She was very good! The first stroke was dead center of his far cheek. The next was dead center of his near cheek. The next was dead center period, wrapping into his bum crack right at his anus. Bullseye! The she (deliberately) let one wrap around his far flank. Then she did one right across the back of his far thigh, then one heavy one wrapping around into his near thigh. She finished with two more dead center targeting his bottom hole for sure. The flogger very much reddened his bottom and left some nice whip marks as well.

I told her to give the belt a try.

I LOVE the belt. I now find I am buying belts with an eye towards removing them...


I love that I walk around with him in public with his very justifiably feared instrument of correction handy around my waist.

She was unsure how to hold it, and I showed her how to hold it in the classic doubled-up way. She then tentatively tried snapping the belt, and then tried again and got it better.


She did that a few more times and said that her mother used to snap the belt like that and hit her younger brother with it. She volunteered that she never got it as she was always the responsible one.

She then stood way back, having gotten the idea from the flogger, and let fly that heavy doubled up leather belt right to his ass with precision aim. It made a huge CRACK! sound and david cried out and kicked his feet in the air. She went all over his ass and upper thighs with quite some precision and massive heft another half dozen times. She seemed annoyed with david's carrying on and waited impatiently for him to get back into position for the next, and the next, and the next. His bum looked seared, like a steak on the griddle!

I left them at it, those two kids, telling Mags to keep practicing, and walked upstairs to the sounds of a strict leathering.

After a while it stopped and I started hearing the sounds of exercising. But periodically I heard, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK as she gave him his between sets belt whipping.

david later confirmed that he was kept fully nude for his exercise session, and immediately after every single set he was directed (by way of sternly pointed finger) to drape himself over the exercise ball so Mags could practice her full arm, full body, CRACKING belt or WHIPPING flogger swing.

"Oh Shit!" david said she would say as she left a particularly nasty mark, with a huge grin on her face, but then went right on to leave another and another. david said he could hardly believe the severity of the licking he received that day. With absolutely no respite. From an exhausting exercise right over the ball, chop chop, so Mags could practice her lickings, and then immediately onto the next exercise as david had rested his muscles enough. david said he was in complete disbelief the entire session and could only roll with it. He said he was somewhere in between laughing at the absurdity of his being treated this way and crying at the pain inflicted by his very delightfully cruel young exercise mistress.

At a certain point, when Mags pointed, david stood there clutching his bum cheeks with a pleading look in his eyes. His penis fully on display, wilted and soft (the exercise robs blood from down there, and the strict whipping and fear in his heart no doubt had something to do with it as well!) She just pointed more insistently. "Please, it's so sore!" he would moan.

"You like this, remember?" she would say, hoisting him upon his own petard. "Besides, your wife told me to practice."

"You don't need more practice," david would say, dancing from foot to foot, "you're really, really good at it already!" he added pleadingly. All he got was a stern looked and an outstretched arm with finger at the end pointing to his third mistress: the ball, that he would be forced to hump disgracefully for the next 30 seconds.

We computed after that given that he generally does 2 super-sets of 3 sets of 3 exercises. So 18 exercises, plus a warmup run in place is 19 total, times about 6-10 licks each time, so call that about 150 strokes over an hour, plus the practice strokes at the start, another 30 or so, and that's 180 strokes, most with the belt, some with the flogger. Full reach. Full arm. Full follow through. Brutal.

After they were done Mags had david run up to me (still totally nude) and show me the damage.


Lovely, lovely strap marks, all nicely placed. He would be bruised for a week. It totally turned me on (I am so bad!). I congratulated her and said it was JUST what he needed (poor baby - will all his exercise spankings be this strict from now on?)

Mags certainly seemed proud and happy about the job she'd done on his ass.


And I had some of my own plans for his ass after she had left.


yup.. pretty white lingerie for him, another belt whipping from me to remind him to whom he belongs, and then doing what comes natural for a dominant wife who owns a strap-on dildo to a red assed little sissy bitch who gets stripped and severely flogged and belt whipped by whatever woman I say he does. And trust me, the fucking was not gentle!

Friday, June 26

Panty Thief Humiliated

I had a very naughty boy write to me just begging to be punished. He wrote,
Hi Miss Julie. I want to share my first panty experience with you. It happened a couple of months ago and I think I deserve to be punished for what I did.

I was out for a concert with my friend and we decided to crash at his girlfriend's apartment because it was easier. This is where it gets naughty. His girlfriend has a roommate who was out of town and she left a hamper full of dirty clothes in the bathroom. I woke up in the middle of the night and snuck into her bathroom. I found a pair of silky black panties. I started out just sniffing her essence but eventually I tried them on. I had been waiting for a moment like this my whole life. I'm a 25 year old virgin by the way. My cock couldn't contain itself and I got some pre-cum on her panties. The feel of the girly panties made me want to explode. I took one last sniff and placed them back where I got them. When I got home I lasted less than ten strokes. 


I feel my virgin cock deserves to be punished. What do you think? 
Actually kind of gross. The pre-cum bit especially. Ewwww.

An appropriate e-punishment came immediately to mind. I use a variation of it on most of my e-subbies:
OMG rory! What a terrible betrayal of trust!

Here's your punishment: go to a lingerie shop far enough away that nobody would know you. Preferably Victoria's Secret. Approach a salesgirl and tell her your Online Mistress has ordered you to buy yourself a pair of pretty panties, and to send me a photo of you wearing them. Tell her that you stole a girl's panties and the embarrassment of having to do this is your punishment.
Well, by all accounts he did it, and here is his tale. Photo below.
Hi Miss Julie, a few days ago you sentenced me to a punishment and I am writing to you now to tell you I have been well and truly punished.

It didn't go all to plan however. The day after you sentenced me I decided to go to a lingerie shop (not close to where I live but not far away either). Anyway I went in and it was very quiet in the shop. I was super nervous. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized one of the girls behind the till. In fact I went to school with her. I went really red in the face and got out of there as quick as possible.

Yesterday I was out of town for work and I decided it was the perfect time to try again. I eventually found a classy lingerie store. I had butterflies in my stomach when I walked in. There were a few women in the shop, and most notably two really attractive teenagers. I was approached almost immediately by a tall saleswoman when I walked in. She could tell I was really nervous; and I could feel my face blushing. She asked if I knew what I was looking for. I said I was looking for a pair of panties. I think she knew at that moment that I wasn't shopping for a girlfriend or anything like that. She directed me to the panties and said to call her for help if I needed anything.

I felt a little better at this point but I still had to pick out a pair of panties and tell the saleswoman they were for me (as a punishment). There were so many beautiful pairs of panties to choose from. I really wanted a silky pair though. I picked the girliest black silk panties with two ribbons on them. I started to go red as I went to pay for them. I blurted out to the saleswoman "I'm buying these for myself". She looked at me and smiled and said "I had the feeling that was the case sweetie". I told her that my online mistress ordered me to do this as a punishment for trying on a girl's pair of panties. She gave me a stern look and said "well I hope you learned your lesson". It was the most embarrassing experience of my life. When I turned around to leave the shop I noticed the two teenagers were in the line behind me and they were trying to stifle their laughter. My humiliation was complete.

I have to say, though, walking out of the shop was one of the best feelings of my life. I felt alive. Plus I had my very own pair of panties. Which I love wearing by the way. Thank you so much for giving me this punishment.

There we go. A good and proper public panty training as punishment. The saleswoman and both teenagers knowing that he was being made to do this as punishment for being a little perv.

I should have also told him to ask the stern saleswoman, within earshot of the pretty teenagers, if he might be allowed to use her dressing room to change into his new panties? Imagine the fun as he emerged from the dressing rooms and walked out of the store at double time, all blushy faced, as the saleswoman and teenagers smirked at his panty training.

I figure his next stop should then have been the roomate to admit what he did, describe his punishment, tell her he is wearing his panties now, and say that he is required by his Mistress to ask her if he should lower his pants to show her his shaming panties.

Furthermore, he should tell her that his punishment is not over until he is able to find a woman who is willing to take him across her knee, lower his panties, and spank his bare bottom with a hairbrush until he is truly made to be sorry for what he did, any and all witnesses welcomed. Would the roommate have mercy on him and do the deed herself? Or would she refuse and require him to ask again and again and again each woman he meets?

Ha Ha!

Tuesday, June 16

Caning Aftermath

As I recounted on my past post, Husband Caned to Tears, myself, my sister, and a friend got together to give my husband the caning of his life.


In this post I thought I'd discuss the aftermath as I left off the rather long blog post with david still licking his wounds in timeout.

But before reading this, you may also want to make a quick visit over to lil jo's blog, and see his post Tears and Awe. It is his imagining of how the caning would go down after reading that it would happen, but having not read the blow by blow of the event yet. His images are always so delightful!

Welcome back.

Now, a reader left a comment that I thought deserved a post, so let's start there.
Dear Julie, I just want to know if it was also sexually arousing for you (and your friends). I only read "fun" - what does that mean? His butt is so sexy (especially in those pants), that this alone must awake some erotic desires in the women (I hope that, as a man). But is there not the desire in you females to stroke, knead (and even kiss) that sweet ass also? I already asked that.- But afterwards, the sight of his wounded skin: Isn't that a bit cruel? Not sexy anymore! - Tim
We did tell david how "sexy" he was: in his panties, with his cheeks bare, wiggling his bum around after the cane, and so on. But that was more teasing him about his status as a "girl". It's actually not that sexy visually as he looked ridiculous. So, no, not so arousing seeing him. Is his butt "arousing"? Not really. Not in the same way I know that a guy looks at a girl and becomes aroused.

But was the situation arousing? You bet! I had to catch my breath when he came into the living room, so submissively, in front of Sue and Jen. And also when my sister lowered his panties, stripping him bare in front of the three of us. His excitement fully on display. It turns me on sexually to have this control over him. That he does what I say. That I can demonstrate that to other women. Yum!

And yes, there is a desire to stroke and knead (but not kiss), again because it highlights his submission and what we are doing to him.

But his "wounded skin" not sexy? No way! That is incredibly sexy. The marks we left on him, to me anyways, were very powerfully arousing.

I got very aroused as Jen was whipping him with the cane. Her strokes were so remorseless. So completely merciless. And that she absolutely didn't seem to give a shit.


He screamed as her cane hit him. That really aroused me. But only because he wasn't tied up. He had a choice. He could have just let go of his "whipping post" and walked away. He didn't. He held on for dear life and jutted out his ass of his own accord for the next stroke and the next and the next. He was demonstrating his submission. I loved that. That turned me on.

When it was my turn I literally made him cry. He was sobbing as I finished his caning, the tears dripping down his cheeks. But he still stuck his ass out for every stroke. That I had "broken him" in front of my sister and this relative stranger was intoxicating to me. Tears like that must be very humbling for a man.

So, yes, his totally messed up whipped ass cheeks were indeed arousing. Powerfully so.


I had a bit of a debrief with david, and here are some of his reactions.

david tells me that one of the most humiliating moments was when he first came down the stairs in only his pair of panties, and for Jen, a woman he had barely met, to see him like that. He said that was compounded when he was taken across my knee in front of Sue and Jen, and was teased by them as I spanked him like a "little girl" in her panty.

He said he became very aroused as I stood him there in the living room and described how severely he would be caned by us. We actually noticed that physically at the time as well.

He found that Sue pulling down his panties and me poking at his cock with the cane to draw the girls' attention to his erect genitalia was also humiliating to him, but arousing. But this was tempered by the caning he knew was just about to start.

As soon as the caning started there was no longer anything conventionally sexual about it in his mind. It was just pure fiery agony. He confirmed that Jen's strokes completely took his breath away with their unvarnished severity. He was sure she was breaking his skin, but he says he trusted me to keep him safe (the skin was never broken).

The final six from me were the most agonizing of them all, he also confirmed. But he says he wanted them to be the worst. He wanted me to give him the worst of it. He realized after the first stroke that he was actively holding back his tears, so he just let them go. That totally surprised him. He is very hard to make cry. He says he could have made it through without the crying, but he was somehow too exhausted to do so, and it was just an incredible relief to cry through the final strokes.

He was soooo sore right afterwards. He said he almost immediately stiffened up and felt as if he could hardly walk. That more or less stayed with him until bedtime. In the morning he was still a bit stiff, but it was better. Miraculously, most of the marks were gone by then, only a big bruise remained, here where I circled.


I guess the tip of the cane on several strokes must have concentrated there. It's funny. One could not tell the night before that spot in particular would bruise (there were a few other faded bruises as well). By the morning after that, it was hard to tell he had even been caned. He says he still is feeling it today (Tuesday). Not as pain, but more as a lingering reminder.

And this brings us to the wonders of the butt. That place where nature intended wives to punish their husbands. To be able to inflict such pain, and yet have him be completely uninjured, is truly a natural wonder. I guess the nerves are close to the skin, so he gets ALL the pain, but there is all this great padding, fat first then muscle, to dissipate any injury. Hooray for the butt!

Now, let's move on to talk abut his "release".

He says he was mortified to be told he would be receiving "hand relief" from me in front of Sue and Jen especially. He considers this to be a very submissive form of "sex". He has no control at all. He gets excited whether he wants to or not. He is made to cum whether he wants to or not. He can be deprived his orgasm and left quiveringly erect if I so choose as well. As I tease him as he gets close to an orgasm he knows he will beg me for his release. This is all the more humiliating for him when there are female witnesses to his "sexual shaming". He is made into a little tart humping the bed and begging for her orgasm.

All of this humiliates him, and ran through his mind as he was told that would be what he was getting after the caning. Even the fact that Sue and Jen begged off seeing it, but knew it would be happening while they were sipping wine in the living room he says made it somehow all the more humiliating for him.

He had no clue they would show up in the bedroom at all. So when I tied him up and stuffed a cock in his holes, he still had no clue. He genuinely thought I had asked and they had (quite reasonably) left that to me to do in private. So boy was he shocked when they turned up and saw him in his most vulnerable state like that! He was cock out and on the verge of his ejaculation as they barged right in. Their teasing and unexpected manipulations of his dildos were very arousing to him. But at the same time, he said he felt butterflies in his tummy at the situation he was in. As I rubbed his cock the final time to make him spurt he told me he was thinking "no, no, please no!" in his head at the thought of being humiliated like this by losing all bodily control in front of these women.

For me, that part was less sexy than the caning, and more just fun to rub him and make him spurt. This is endlessly fascinating to me! Although what was sexy was seeing his severely cane-marked ass wiggle as he was made to ejaculate down the backs of his legs, and rubbing his own cream into his beaten ass cheeks.

Once the women had left I came right back up to him, relieved him of his dildos, and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. He thanked me profusely for the experience (caning and everything!). I left him bound as I went to draw him his bath.  I added Epsom salts for his no doubt sore ass muscles. When it was ready, I unbound him and helped him into his bath. He had a lot of trouble sitting in the hot water. What a big baby! Once he was in I let him relax there for a half hour. Then I dried him off myself (very gingerly on his bottom) and brought him to bed with me and we just snuggled and talked about the experience.


Mind blowing. I love this kink of ours!

Saturday, June 13

Husband Caned to Tears

What fun: hubby had his butt stripped then striped by no less than, count 'em, three strict ladies!!! And he was literally crying before we got done with him. Here is a quick pic I took of the lower part of his right butt cheek after his panties were pulled back up. Pretty!


Our weapon of choice was the super strict Delrin Cane.


He got 24 strokes: 6 from me to set the pace, 6 from my sister Susan, 6 from our friend Jennifer from the UK, then a final 6 from me to remind him from whom all these blessings of strict discipline emanate. I literally got him to the point of loud cries and big wet tears for my final six as he hung onto his punishment post for dear life.

As usual, I had planned this one out carefully. I have learnt that good "spontaneous" kink is a mixture of preparedness, jumping on opportunities, and solid planning. The opportunity here was Jen who was visiting my sister. Both have a reputation for having a "wild side" and so being somewhat more open minded and liberal in matters sexual. Sue is of course already deep into it, and I am quite sure she has kept Jen (who is a good friend of hers) at least a little bit in the loop as well with our mutual activities involving david. I had planned on adding a little extra touch of more sexually oriented humiliation for david after his caning if the girls were game, which it turned out they were. I figured I should not miss such a golden opportunity by doing less than what was possible. And, of course, I have you readers to think about as well. Need to keep upping my game!

I had taken the afternoon and worked from home. david arrived home after work. He knew what was to happen to him that night and he was both scared and excited. He has taken a few strokes from that cane, but not super strict ones, and nowhere near 24 all at once. So he was darned scared!

Sue and Jen arrived together. We greeted them and david was introduced to Jen for the first time. Jen and Sue got to know one another about 10 years ago when Jen was in Canada. Since then Jen moved back to the UK and became a schoolteacher (of all things, as she was rather wild!). I also knew Jen from then as well, though I was not as close as Sue. The two of them were real "pals" (and I mean, spend the day in bed together pals!). Sue had kept up with Jen and visited her. Jen was returning the favour and visiting Sue. I am quite sure Sue told her about david and I, and over dinner one thing led to another and before you knew it the three of us had made a date for tonight to cane my submissive husband's ass.

When Jen greeted david she patted his cheek with her hand while kissing him on the other cheek and said "I've heard A LOT about you!" Ha Ha! Sue and Jen both wore skirts and blouses, as had I. Sue and I had on a blazer as well.We had agreed on a "professional" vibe for his caning.


Drinks were offered and accepted, and it was Jen who actually kicked off the events by saying "So, I understand there's a naughty lad in need of a caning?"

I chimed right in. "There is indeed! david, go upstairs and change into the little outfit we agreed upon, then come back down here. We'll head to the basement together for your caning." The "little outfit" was a perky pair of red pin-striped panties I had picked out for him, and nothing else.

After david went upstairs Jen confirmed with me "he likes it hard, right?". The harder the better, I said, it's only six (each that is). I told her to go to town as it was his unique opportunity to be caned by a real life UK schoolteacher! "I can't wait to lay a cane across his bum." She said.

I had the cane nearby in the kitchen and went to get it to show them. They were both very impressed by my new Delrin Cane. It's at least a quarter of an inch thick. Quite stiff but still whippy. It won't break, but it will break him, and my guests agreed. They each took it and gave it a few practise swings, whipping it through the air. Both Sue and Jen expressed some doubts of going too hard with that cane. I told them it's what he wants and needs, and they'll hear it from his own mouth to make them more comfortable going all out.

I then asked if they would enjoy a little show after the caning?

"What have you in mind?" Asked Sue. "Something very naughty if I know my little sister!" She added.

I told them I was considering sticking something up his bum and getting him off with my hand IF he's a good little boy during his caning. As a sort of reward for getting through it. "Would you like to watch, or would you rather I did that in private?"

"Oh we want to watch! Absolutely!" Said Sue. "Of course!" Added Jen. "Great fun."

"Then how about this:" I asked, "why don't I take him up to the bedroom to do that, and we'll all pretend that you two aren't interested in seeing that at all. Then just after I've started you two just barge right into the bedroom and say you've changed your minds and thought it would be fun to watch him shoot his load after all?"

They both agreed. It was to be a grand little conspiracy to keep david off balance and super humiliated. He's such a little shame artist that it's just the sort of thing he would love/hate. Humiliated in his panties; humiliated with the caning from the three of us and his no doubt childish reaction to it; humiliated that it would be known by our guests that he was being "rewarded" with a milking afterwards with them chatting down in the living room; and finally humiliated by having the deed done not in private as he would be led to believe, but rather right in front of them as they cheered him on and applauded his little spurt down the backs of his legs, plugged anus uppermost.

I love taking things to the point beyond which even david would imagine I would go. Just to blow his mind, you know? And I suspected both Sue and Jen would be game, even though it was a bit sexual (they needed only to watch, though in fact they each went "above and beyond" on their own initiative when given the opportunity - I think girls in packs are dangerous things for subby boys!)

david came back into the living room. He was all bare except for a little pair of red pin-striped panties with a little bow in front. They were of the "cheeky" design, exposing a lot of lower butt.


He was looking very embarrassed to be just seen like that by Jen. His hands were covering his front.

"Hands at your sides, young man." I said. "we want Sue and Jen to have a good long look at you."

He peeled his hands away from his crotch, displaying a bit of a bulge in his panties. He did look rather mortified!

"What a charming little pair of knickers!" Jen said. Turning to Sue: "You can tell he's deeply submissive by allowing himself to put into a pair of knickers like that and paraded around by his wife, can't you?

"For sure." Said Sue. "That's why we enjoy him so. Have a turn david. Show us your backside."

"Oh yes!" Exclaimed Jen, seeing his Lilly white low bottom cheeks. "I shall very much enjoy caning those naughty cheeks of yours, david."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am." responded david.

I then proceeded to extract the explicit consent from david that I felt I needed so that the ladies would give it their all and that I had promised them earlier. "david, turn back around and face us." He did so. "You're going to be getting a very severe caning from all three of us down in the basement tonight. You'll be standing up and holding onto the weight machine for balance. Your little panties will be pulled down and you'll be bare naked in front of Sue and Jen. You'll receive 24 strokes total, on the bare. They will all be hard. No safewords. No stopping. No holding back by any of us. Is that what you want? Do you consent to that?"

david's erection visibly grew in his panties as I said that to him. "yes ma'am" he answered weekly.

"I didn't hear you, david." I said.

"Yes Ma'am. That's what I want Ma'am!" He repeated more loudly.

"Did you hear that, ladies?" I asked Sue and Jen.

They both agreed that they definitely heard david's full consent to a no-holds-barred punishment-grade caning.

"Careful what you wish for." Said Sue.

"You are a submissive little pain slut, aren't you?" I asked him.

"yes ma'am" he answered, meekly again.

I continued. "The caning will be very hard for your to take. If you want, I'll be willing to give you a warm-up spanking across my lap before we go down to the basement. Do you want that, david?"

"Do Mistress Sue and Mistress Jen have to witness that?" Asked david in a whiny voice. As if he did not live for that sort of thing!

"Yes they do, david." I answered him anyways, playing along. "They will be right here to see you taken across my knee and spanked like a little girl in her little panties until your cheeks are nice and pink for that cane. Is that something you want?"

"yes ma'am" answered david.

"Then ask me properly."

"Please Ma'am, will you please take me across your knee and give me a spanking?"

"In front of Sue and Jen?" I prompted.

"Yes Ma'am. Please spank me in front of Sue and Jen." added david.

"Ladies, why don't you two have a seat there," I said, indicating the couch. "david, put your spanking chair in front of the fireplace." The ladies sat and made themselves comfortable waiting for the spanking show to start.

(thank you andy at Someone's Gonna Get It - you are a treasure trove of such photos!)

david moved his folding spanking chair from the corner of the room to in front of the fireplace directly opposite the couch Sue and Jen were occupying. I sat and motioned him to drape across my lap. I adjusted him up over a bit more so his nose was near the carpet, hands balancing him, and his toes barely on the ground. I decided I would not be lowering his panties for this spanking. That would happen as the final preparation immediately before the caning.

With him properly in position I then started slapping his cheeks beneath the panty line with my hand. I moved up and over top his panties. I pulled the panties up deeper into his ass crack and spanked the bare flesh now exposed a little higher up. That always makes him squirm as the material both pulls up against his anus and squeezes his penis and testicles at once, an effect my lady guests did not fail to notice!

I also touched up his upper thighs as I, for one, would be aiming a few of those cane strokes down low in that area where he marks best. I worked up from gentle spanks to harder ones, but I can never get much of a rise from david from just my hand. In fact, I could feel his hard erection continuing to poke into my thigh that whole time.

My guests played their bit by taunting david as he was receiving his warm-up spanking. Telling him how submissive he was to be across his wife's knees like that in his little panties. Sue told Jen how he often found himself in that position, but usually with his panties down and sometimes having to wear a padded bra as well, and me with a hairbrush roasting his cheeks as he kicked his feet and begged me to "stop, please stop!" she mimicked.

"Is he often a naughty lad?" Asked Jen.

"Sometimes if he doesn't do a good job on the housework he gets spanked like that." I said. "Or if a healthy dinner isn't on the table when I get home!"

"Ah! Fringe benefits!" Said Jen. "I like that. I've had a few boys and girls over the years on the same arrangement."

Interesting revelation. Jen seemed to have some experience anyways. She did not volunteer that tidbit before. All the better for his strict caning, I thought.

When his butt was properly pinkened for the cane, I fixed his panties and I also reached around underneath him. Sure enough, his engorged penis tip had poked out of the waistband of his panties. I did not want the ladies to see that just yet, so I discreetly fixed his panties in front as well. My handling of his penis obviously did nothing to soften it. I hoped he would not spurt even before we got to his caning! One thing, however, was for sure. After he was put in position for his caning and his panties were lowered to the ground, my lady guests would be witness to one very engorged and throbbing cock! What fun it would be to see how fast we could make it go flaccid by caning his backside. We could even place bets. One stroke? Two strokes? Three?

"Time for the main event." Said Jen, who had held onto the cane. "Let's get that bottom thrashed!"

(ditto)

We all went down to the exercise room in the basement, david leading the way. The reason I wanted to go down there was that we have a weight machine a bit like the one shown below.

I made david stand at the front of it, facing it, bending over slightly at the waist, and holding onto the upright bar behind the seat back This keeps his butt presented at a very nice angle. His head can even collapse into the seat back if that's what he wants, and it just juts his butt out that much more.

I told the ladies I'd give him the first and last six, and they would each give him six as well.

"No fair. You get twelve." Teased Sue.

"Wife's prerogative." I said.

I took the cane from Jen. The ladies stepped back a bit. I lined up to david's left,  touching the cane to his pantied cheeks. There was just enough room to give a good and proper swing.

"Are you ready for your caning, david?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said through gritted teeth. He was already expecting the worst.

"Sue, would you do the honours?" I asked.

Sue stepped forward and lowered his panties slowly down to his knees. She had to unhook them from the pole of his erection.

"Tsk, tsk" I said, moving the cane around to his front and tapping on his hard shaft. "Ladies, come over here and have a look at this." I knew this would be mortifying to david.

"Oh no!" Said Jen, playing along (there was no way this was news to her, as his tented panties had been a dead giveaway).

"My my," added Sue, "Just look at how excited he is at the prospect of getting caned!"

"How many strokes do you ladies think before he gets somewhat less excited by the prospect?" I asked.

"Give him the first six," said Jen, "and we'll inspect again after that."

The attention to david's penis left and the ladies went back to stand behind me and focus their full attention on his bare ass.

I lined up the cane again. I lined up low, just above where butt meets thigh. I moved back and forth for a few tapping trial swings.  Then I pulled back and unleashed a doozy to his ass! The cane made a swooshing noise through the air and landed with a thud right on target.

The cane compressed his cheeks and immediately left a weal. "Well done!" praised both Jen and Sue. At first, david, did not react at all. A couple of seconds later he let out a very pained sounding half grunt half cry. Before our very eyes we could see his first stripe of the evening developing. He danced up and down on his feet a bit and wiggled his bum to dissipate the pain. He settled down when I returned the cane to again lay against his bum. "oh no, oh no" said david softly to himself, anticipating my next stroke.

I waited a good long while between the strokes. At least fifteen seconds or more. I wanted the pain to sink in and I wanted to watch the weals develop.

I aimed my next stroke a bit higher. Another zinger. he grunted immediately as it hit. And then yelled out a second later. "Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow" he said as the pain set in.

"Look at him wiggle his bum." Said Jen.

"Very sexy, david." Mocked Sue.

I then moved the cane down to line up on his thighs. I held it there until he settled down. He knew what was coming next and I could see him bracing himself for it. I whipped the cane down across the tops of his thighs. He immediately stood up straight, let go of the whipping post, and grabbed the backs of his legs. I could see that his penis was already a little wet noddle. Ha! Less than three strokes! But I could not have this. "BACK!" I ordered. "If you let go of the post again I'll be adding SIX extras each time you do. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Yelled out david, still in a lot of pain.

"Do you still want the rest of your caning david, knowing how hard it will be?"

"Yes Ma'am!" said my brave little soldier.

"And do you want Jen and Sue to strike you every bit as hard as I'm striking you now?"

"Yes Please Ma'am!" Said david.

"And will you be letting go of that post again?"

"No Ma'am! I promise! No matter what!"

"Good boy. Three more from me and then it's Sue's turn."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am!"

"And," I added, "If you take the rest of your caning like a brave little boy, I'll give you an ejaculation after we're done. Would you like that? Would you like a nice release?"

I didn't wait for his answer, as he appeared unsure how to approach it!

"You ladies are welcome to watch that if you want." I said. "Assuming he takes the rest of his caning well."

"That's ok, Julie." Said Sue. "We'll leave you to do that in private." As arranged. She remembered. Yay! I remember thinking how amazing that was going to be. How I was going to put him into the most humiliating, compromising position I could possibly imagine, and then have Jen and Sue walk in on him like that. He'll love it!

I tapped the cane to his butt and david braced himself. I picked up the pace for the last three. I backed off a bit for the next two, but let him have it with my last of the six, right around where the first one had hit.

By this time david was breathing heavily and was clearly in some pain. I handed the cane to Sue and went around more towards the front so I could monitor his expression for a bit.

Sue lined up and gave him a solid thwack, though not so hard as mine. I could see a bit of relief on david's face, believe it or not. "Give it to him Sue. He wants it." I said by way of encouragement. She went maybe a bit harder, but not to my level. He got through his six from Sue with relatively little drama, but still a fair measure of pain for my boy. I went back around and looked at his butt. I touched it and rubbed it where the weals were coming out. They had started as neat red tramlines with white down the middle, but by now were becoming a more angry purply colour. The marks were more extreme on the right side of his butt, and especially farther around towards his flanks. The marks there on his thighs were more extreme still.

Sue handed the cane off to Jen.

"Do the British proud." I told her. I stayed behind david to observe the effects of Jen's caning to his rear end.

Jen lined up and let loose. Unlike Sue, she did not hold back, and I mean at all! david screeched at the top of his lungs, but held onto his "whipping post" for dear life. He knew I was serious about those extra six, no matter the state of his butt.

"Well you did say hard." said Jen with a shrug. To me or to david I was not sure.

"It was perfect. Five more just like that!" I offered by way of encouragement to our UK schoolteacher guest. Maybe she was imagining doing that to some of her more naughty pupils?

"Oh Fuck no! Please!" Exclaimed david.

"Language!" I said. "Do you want to experience the rest of this caning with a bar of soap in your mouth??"

"no ma'am. sorry ma'am"

"And I expect considerably better manners from you. Jen is a guest in our country and a guest in our home. Now thank her for that last stroke and ask her for another, even harder one."

"oh no oh no." said david "oh please Mistress Jennifer, I mean, thank you for that last cane stroke and please may I have another even harder one?"

"Of course you may, david." Said Jen in her lilting, high-pitched British accent. "You really needn't even to have asked for it to be harder, as it was going to be anyways."

The next five strokes that david received were what can only be described as an ordeal of epic proportions. Jen did not back off on any of them so far as I could see. She kept up a steady ten second or so pace between strokes. I could see that david was barely ready for the next when it whipped across his backside and had him yelling and writhing in a paroxysm of pure, unvarnished, pain. But he held onto that post and did not let it go. Brave, brave boy. But his ass. OMG.

"Finish him up?" Asked Jen with a fun and friendly voice, handing me the cane after she finished her six, as if she had not just whipped the shit out of a fellow human being.

Now I had a choice. Let him off his final six? Don't let him off but go light on him? Or teach him which woman he really needs to fear? When I put it like that in my head, my choice was pretty darned clear. Poor, poor baby.

"These six will be the hardest yet, so you be sure to not let go of your post, ok?" I said this to him in a soft voice, stroking his head. He was sweating like crazy. His endorphins going nuts no doubt.

"yes ma'am" he whispered to me, implicitly acknowledging his need for me to outdo Jen for his final six, and prove to the little submissive boy within him that I am his Mistress, and nobody else.

He made a mewling sound as he leaned further over placing his head against the padded back of the seat and putting both arms around the whipping post. This presented his butt magnificently. I rested the cane across his ass, using his now peeking out anus as the vertical reference. I let loose and crushed it!

He screamed from the pain and yelled "NO! NO!" as loud as he could.

"Only five more, baby, and then we're done." I said.

I lined up the next stroke on his upper thighs and let loose another terrific zinger, not holding back at all. More screams and yells, but he held on. The mewling got louder, but he stuck his butt out for me. I struck down hard high across the very crest. We were rewarded with a blood curdling little scream. Nice high mark! "No! No!" he said again as he pushed his butt out for another stroke.

At this point, with only three remaining, the mewling turned to crying. Real sobbing. I put my hand under his eyes and felt tears. Very real, very copious tears.

"He's crying." I told Jen and Sue. They got an angle to look at his face. They were silent. A bit in awe. It was a very moving experience.

I returned to his ass, and let another cut down across the flesh of his bum. He cried louder and the tears streamed out of his eyes. My second last was again to his upper thighs, right into the crease. My last was right across his pair of sit spots, criss-crossing his previous tramlines.

Phew! We were done.

Unlike some photos I have seen, we did not get neat parallel lines across his ass. Our lines were haphazard, at various angles, and all the marks were different in one way or another. I can see how there may be a bit of an art to a neatly applied caning.


I helped david to stand. Sue came over and pulled his panties carefully back into place. He winced as the panties went over his ass. He took several deep breaths and his tears stopped. He looked peaceful somehow. He thanked all three of us, very sincerely, for the experience. And then we hugged and he whispered to me "thank you so much".

"You can take a beating!" Said Jen, a bit in awe. "I was going hard as I could and you just took it."

I also was a bit surprised. I told david that now that I know he can take that, that if he pisses me off in future he'll get his strapping first, and then his 24 cuts of the Delrin Cane after.

"Now up you go, to our bedroom." I told david. You have your treat coming. Ladies, the white wine's in the fridge, please help yourselves while I take care of this."

We all went upstairs. david went ahead and walked very slowly and very stiffly. The marks from his caning were very clear where the skin was exposed under the leg-line of his "cheeky girl" panties. I snapped this photo when we got to the bedroom, telling him I NEEDED a picture.


The rest of his ass was even worse. Just criss-crossed with similar and even angrier weals.

In the bedroom I started piling several pillows in the center of the bed. david stopped me and asked if it was ok if we didn't do this right now. Couldn't we just wait until the ladies had left?

"Oh don't be silly," I said, "they won't hear a thing down there."

"I know, but they know it's happening..." whined david. Perhaps he had had enough for one day? Hmmm... I'll be the judge of that.

I told him his choice was a nice handjob here and now, in the privacy of our bedroom, or I would invite the women in to watch him get a strapping over those same pillows, and then he'd be sentenced, right in front of them, to a FULL MONTH without any kind of release at all. His choice. He chose the handjob.

I had him over the pillows. I put comfy restraints on his wrists and attached them with a little rope to the headboard. I lowered his panties to his ankles and had him spread his legs a little for me. I fished his penis and balls out so they were back between his legs, and made him close up this thighs trapping them there. This has become his favourite handjob: from the back ("doggy style?"). Then I took a belt and looped it around his legs just above his knees to keep his private parts sticking out behind like that (I know, it is very silly looking!).  Being a submissive, he enjoys being tied up for sex, so that he feels he has no control at all. Thus the wrist and leg restraints.

I then got out the lube and the midsized dildo, and gently inserted the dildo into his bottom hole. This operation caused him some considerable ouchiness as I pulled at his well-battered cheeks.

It looks something like this, but add in a messed up cane marked bum!


I then got Adam, my bigger realistic looking dildo with veiny penis and balls and everything, made him turn his head to face me (and the closed doorway by chance), and inserted it into his mouth. As it approached he tried begging off the penis in the mouth. I told him, "no, you know you cum faster when your mouth is full of cock. You suck on that and pretend it's me in my strap-on." As I said that I held his nose and as he opened up his mouth to take a breath I pushed Adam in. No way was he going to be allowed to be barged in on by Sue and Jen without a cock in each hole!

With him all prepared like this I got out the Baby Oil and started rubbing it onto his cock and balls with my hand. I also very gently rubbed his sore little bottom as well. We started getting into the handjob, and he was starting to moan a bit into his cock, when can you even imagine what happens? You got it. Sue and Jen barge right into the bedroom with their refilled glasses of white wine in hand.

"We changed our minds. We think we want to see this after all!" They both giggled.

david let out a grunt through his penis gag that sounded like a muffled "nooo!"

"Is that a cock in his mouth?" Asked Jen rhetorically as she grabbed the end of it and hand fucked his mouth a bit.

"And one sticking out his bum too!" Added Sue unnecessarily, giving it a little in and out action as well.

"And what a position for his bollocks." Added Jen.  "It looks positively painful sticking out back like that."

"Oh, this is his favourite position for a handy, isn't it davey?" I said as I rubbed his shaft and tip in that way he likes.

"mmrmrmmrmph" is all he said through his penis gag.

It really is. With all the bells and whistles.

"Oh, you ladies seemed to have inspired him. I think he's going to spurt!" I told the ladies.

They left off what they were doing and bent down for a closer look.

I slowed down on the final few strokes. Going long and firm right from balls to tip and back down again.

He grunted and wiggled and shot a great big load right down the backs of his legs. Yay. The ladies both applauded his little sex show.

"There we go!" I said as I milked the last drops of semen out of his softening penis onto the backs of his thighs. I wiped the remaining man goop off my hands and onto his punished ass cheeks saying "A little cream on there, sweetie? Is that good?"

I went to the ensuite to wash up, leaving him where he was, draped, restrained, and fully spent in the presence of our two lady guests with one cock in his bum and another larger one in his mouth.

"There we go ladies," I said, emerging from the bathroom, "my wifely duties done."

Turning to david I said "You can stay right there in timeout until I come back up to give you your bath and put you to bed."

"And you better keep those cocks in your ass and in your mouth. If I come back here and see either of them spat out, it'll be the strap across your sore ass before your bath, and don't think I won't because you know I will. Now say goodnight and thank you to Jen and Sue." With that I pulled Adam out of his mouth temporarily so he could speak.

"Thank you Sue. And thank you Jen." Said david.

"For what?" I prompted him

"Thank you for the very hard caning."

"And also thank them for helping to make you ejaculate just now." I added. "Don't pretend that them walking in here and teasing you didn't make you cum."

"Thank you also for helping me to cum." Added david.

"Good boy!" I said as I slid Adam back into his mouth to suck on while in his timeout.

Leaving david where he was, Sue, Jen, and I walked back downstairs. We all agreed it had been great fun, and we postmortemed poor david's bum-bum quite a bit. All the marks and all. And the pain he took. Eventually the conversation drifted to a bit more catch-up between us, and then Sue and Jen left. I gave them both a great big hug and thanked them for helping to make david's fantasies come true.

"You are a great wife!" Said Jen on the way out.

Awwww!