Tuesday, January 17

Schoolgirl Punishment (part 2)

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

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

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

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


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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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


"Very Nice!" John said.

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


 and blown it up...


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

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

Bent over. Back arched. Bottom out. 

Her panties pulled down.

A virile man behind her.

Undoing his trousers.

Pulling them down.

His strong hands on my hips.

His rock hard cock pushing at my pussy insistently.

I am so wet.

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

I gasp! Ohhhh!

A slow withdrawal. Another deep stroke.

Ahhhh!

Again and again and again.

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

Becoming more and more insistent.

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

He pulls out. I am left there. Exposed. His semen seeping out of my fuck hole and down my thighs like the dirty whore I am.
That was what went through my oversexed brain as I was forced to hold that pose while Tracy took her stupid little pictures. It seemed as if I was there forever.

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


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

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

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


To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 3).

Monday, January 16

The Schoolgirl Fetish

So what is it about this schoolgirl fetish thing anyways?


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Thinking on it now, though...

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

But little girls grow up to be big girls. And sometimes they save a part of their adolescence to bring along with them. I read a little article called Ten Reasons we love school uniforms. Number 9 was my favourite:
9. They make great Halloween costumes. In college, when you are too busy studying to be creative, you can definitely bet that wearing your ninth grade schoolgirl skirt will be thoroughly appreciated by your male friends. Plus, it’s free.
I can still remember what it was like to be fourteen, or sixteen. I can clearly remember instances when I was a horrible little brat. And instances where I definitely tried (and succeeded) to make males uncomfortable with my budding sexuality.

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

As I said, I can clearly remember what it was like to be fourteen. Perhaps I should be made to dress in a correct manner as a fourteen year old: in a school uniform. A quote from another article,  School Uniforms: Parents need to grow up
Secondly, they are a form of discipline that is so sorely missing in many of our children's lives. 
Perhaps so.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

I can answer that.

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

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

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

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

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

Not like this! Never like this!

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

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

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

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

Saturday, January 14

Schoolgirl Punishment (part 1)

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

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

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

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


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


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

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


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


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


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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 2).

Anther Paddle, Another Paddling!

So, Daddy of my paddling fame was so delighted with the illustrated results of my first paddling that in the comments to Julie Paddled! he offered to make me another paddle:
Daddy  5 November 2016 at 09:15
Very well done lil miss julie. I know you're looking forward to being back on Top as STRICT JULIE now . I will let everyone know that i have promised Julie another paddle with no strings attached for following through...
I don't know what I was thinking. It was 2 months ago now, but I wrote him back by email and said
Julie:
Thanks for the second paddle offer!

Shall we see what heavier is like?
Maybe a big one, like the ones I see for school paddlings or sorority paddlings.
Heavier wood. Still hard. Bigger for distance spanking. Perhaps holes drilled into it for speed???
I will want to try it out on my butt as well, of course. No doubt get Tracy to do the honours as it will come through her again.
It was so easy saying that back then. So... difficult... when the paddle finally arrived... In between then and now, a little back and forth email exchange...
Daddy:
What are you doing today young lady?


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


Daddy:
Cutting wood here


Julie:
How manly!


Daddy:
Sassy brat .... lol ... i am going to make Tracy a paddle that scares you so bad you start bawling before the first SMACK on that cute chubby lil bare butt
Then Daddy started sending me photos of the work in progress.

It started out as a pecan board...

Then it got its rough shape...

Then it was refined...

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

Daddy and I hadn't been communicating a lot. Taking a bit of a breather after the intensity of the Tracy experiences and then Christmas. Then out of the blue I get:
From: Daddy
Subject: Paddle
Be worried.  Be very worried.
Was not sure what to make of that, and then I suddenly hear from Tracy out of the blue by txt on Friday:
Tracy:
Hello beauty. How are you? Hope you are having a brilliant new year! I've been chatting with Daddy and a new paddle has arrived. I've promised him to give you a paddling and have you send him some pics. Hope you don't mind! hee hee. Are you up for some fun paddle play on Tuesday evening my place?
Julie:
Yes! Tuesday would be grand!!!
I was excited that Tracy reached out and wanted to play with me. And I was excited that the paddle that Daddy was making finally saw the light of day. And a little scared. This is the point at which I started kicking myself for insisting on such a ridiculous paddle. What was I thinking??? My typie fingers writing cheques that my backside would now have to cash!

Then on Monday an e-mail exchange with Daddy:
Daddy:
Have you heard from Tracy ?  you have really messed up this time young lady . I almost feel sorry for your backside ..... NOT

Julie:
I've been told to present my backside at her place tomorrow. I'm told to expect to be bared, blistered, and photographed! What have you done???
Daddy:
I haven't done anything... You young lady have dug yourself in deep this time. I knew your sass and failing to do as you're asked was going to be your undoing.
Like being caught "off-guard" and having to face discipline you have no control over... don't you?
Then in the midst of this exchange I get another txt from Tracy:
Tracy:
Oh I have plans for you little missy. We are going to have so much fun!!!! You must bring with you tomorrow a short school girl outfit!!!
I write back a "Yes Ma'am!" to Tracy. I continue the email thread with Daddy after the txt.
Julie:
Yes Sir... sigh...
I've been told I'm wearing a short schoolgirl skirt.
I am imagining I will be bent over, it will be flipped up, my panties pulled down, and I will undergo a severe paddling from that new monster paddle... Perhaps her husband will be there to witness it?
Oh my...
Daddy:
Possibly. However that just scratches the surface. And you still don't know why.  Ahhh the life of a teenage school girl. This scene could be a repetitive one. Understand young lady.
I am feeling as if Tracy and Daddy are cooking something up together, and I will be the last to know!

It had been a while since my last Tracy experience. Recall that there had been four experiences in fairly short order before Christmas.
  1. Nov 5: Julie Paddled!
    First time she paddled me.
  2. Nov 23: david paddled in front of Tracy
    Then she came over and watched me paddle my husband.
  3. Dec 8: Tracy Asserts Her Rights
    Then she dropped in on me out of the blue and gave me a paddling and a two-hour room grounding. When I misbehaved with my dildo I then got a hand strapping with the dildo still stuck inside of me, and then another paddling!
  4. Dec 14: Julie's Belt Licking!
    Then I went with her out for an embarrassing public shopping trip, and wound up back at her place for a belt whipping WHILE HER HUSBAND WATCHED! That ended with the three of us in bed and me giving her hubby a blowjob and a handjob, and then Tracy and I getting it on.
Then this hiatus until now.

In the meantime, I have been kind of obsessing a bit over my spankings from Tracy, and especially over her husband John's involvement. My husband knows everything that went down, of course, in all the glorious detail. He was quite excited by John's involvement and he has been teasing me about it. He and I tend to cuddle together at night in bed after light's out, and we talk sexy fantasy talk to one another.

I confided in him all my thoughts.

I am very excited to be Dommed by Tracy. I love that she is so into it, and so fierce with me! I loved that she was willing to play my "Mommy" during my spankings, because I do have this parental fantasy thing in me.

I was initially very leery regarding any possible involvement from her husband which she was clearly keen on. But at the same time it excited me. But I finally agreed he could watch my belt licking (Tracy kind of insisted on it, and I went along).

From the moment I agreed (and even before agreeing in fact) I started fantasizing about what it would be like to be stripped bare naked in front of a strange man. To be taken over his woman's knee and spanked by her, bare naked. To be waving my pussy in the air where he could see. To have him see my bare breasts dangling. To have him see my bottom hole as I kicked and squirmed during my spanking. To have him see my bottom being reddened while I bawled like a misbehaving little girl across Mommy's knee. OMG!!! BLUSH!!!

When Tracy and I were spanking david, we teased him about how much better a lover John was than he. How John's cock was so big and stayed so hard for so long. How he could fuck a lady all night long until she came on his cock. How he had a "ritual" of insisting his women sucked him off, deep throat, before being allowed his cock in their pussies. I fantasized about Tracy "making me" get on my knees and beg him for a pussy fucking with his cock down my throat. I fantasized about bending over and getting his big hard cock deep into my pussy, fucking me so hard.

When I arrived at Tracy for my belt whipping, John made me feel very comfortable with him. He was respectful, and very manly. And he was very, very handsome! So I was therefore predisposed to allowing more to happen with John than I had originally planned on. My husband david was not an issue at all. He knew all about my fantasies, and he encouraged me to act out on whatever I wanted, and he would share in my excitement during the re-telling. Including a fucking from John.

So I allowed John to remove my clothes. I allowed him to touch me in intimate places. Truth be told, you might even say I begged him to. At least my soppy wet pussy begged him. I was the one who asked that he join Tracy and I in the bedroom. He was allowed to watch as my pussy and asshole were both penetrated by two dildos, and then I was spanked across his wife's knee. I was the one who volunteered to blow him (actually i was made to beg him for the privilege as Tracy spanked me!) and then to handjob him to completion as he simultaneously fingered his wife's and my asshole.

After he released onto his chest and tummy, it super turned me on that he so casually made his wife clean him off with her tongue! He actually grabbed her by the hair and "made her" lick him clean in front of me!!!! He did it with an easy confidence. His wife was an eager little slut doing it!

Since then I've imagined being in Tracy's place. Me being the woman he forces to deep throat him. Me being the woman subject to his hard and lengthy fuckings. Me being the one to have to lick and swallow his cum! Oh my...

For years I've been uncomfortable about a man dominating me. But I've definitely turned a corner with John and Tracy. The thought does not fill me with dread. I still feel a bit nervous about it, and would want Tracy there, but not crippling nervous like before. I also actually want to have real sex with him. Or rather, to be fucked by him while his wife directs the action. And my husband is encouraging me to chase my fantasies. But is it adultery? Is it cheating???

So in the back of my mind, in advance of this latest paddling from Tracy, I was very open to going much further than either of them would ever expect me to. I was going to go along for the ride arranged for me by Daddy and Tracy, and play it by ear with a very open mind (and pussy!).

More to come on this latest adventure. There will be mucho pics as well that I will be presenting! What did Daddy and Tracy arrange for me? How much did John get? Was he even there? You'll have to stay tuned to find out! Ha Ha!

In he meantime, I would love to hear your speculations and expectations in the comments section. Why am I dressed as a schoolgirl? Is there a roleplay? What do you think it will be? What will happen to me???

Continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 1).

Tuesday, January 3

Just Sex

No spanking on this post. Just sex.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Saturday, December 31

Husband Given Handjob by Sister

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


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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes Ma'am!" he responded.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, December 27

A Story Switched

Back a few weeks ago, when I was in my submissive stage, I exchanged emails with one of my fans which constituted a roleplay fiction scene. I played the young unruly wife who needed disciplining from her man. I was spanked in private, in public, fucked, humiliated in the neighborhood, and finally spanked at Church even!


However, by the time I got to editing it, the submissive wave had passed over me and I was back to feeling more dominant. So I therefore switched the story around, and made the husband the sub.


What's interesting is that switching the story is very easy and straightforward. There are a few mechanical things to get right around pronouns and anatomy and such, but the actions and activities and the psycho-drama are the same.

This is kind of proof to me of what I already know. That really no matter who is on top or on the bottom it's very much the same thing. I can look at a photo of a man spanking a girl and imagine it is me in my "man-role" spanking my husband in his "woman-role".

Just look at david with his big dangly boobs getting spanked by me!

Meanwhile, what's actually going on!

I get excited going both ways, but I know I am more naturally dommy because when it is woman on top, I think of myself, and when it is woman on bottom, I think of david.

The re-written story is here: Jimmie's Comeuppance (warning: it's very pervy!)
(if you really feel the need to, and want to imagine it is me being totally perved on, you can read the original story here).

It was half from my fan, who goes by bubbaj, and half from me, us playing off one another, and then with the final edit from me, and the switch entirely from me.

Mind you, he fancies himself somewhat of a Dom, and if he were to read the things I made him do in the switched version, well oh my goodness, he would be soooo humiliated, so he may well want to hide his face in shame ;-)

Read them both maybe, and tell me in the comments below which version you like more:

Monday, December 26

She has the pussy. She makes the rules.

At Christmas one of my nephews in his early twenties brought home a girl. They are both socially awkward creatures. They met online where they shared nerdish pursuits and this was only their second in person meeting. She was already talking about marrying him, though. They seemed very in love, and could not keep their hands off one another.

She was slim and pretty in a nerdish way. Plain clothes, no makeup, glasses, awkward physically, petite, not toned. He was likewise, but much bigger all around. I was frankly surprised that this awkward and hyper-nerdy boy had found such a catch.

She was clearly enjoying her budding sexuality, and comfortable with it. She talked about sex toys without embarrassment. And she talked about them having sex together. She seemed to be really enjoying this part of the relationship. He blushed and seemed embarrassed by this talk, but at the same time eager like a puppy dog.

My husband and I watched their interaction, and we cringed a bit. Neither of them seemed sure of their place with respect to one another. For example, they had a small disagreement abut something trivial, and they fought a bit. But not a play fight. It was a small contest of wills. It did not bode well for the relationship. I hope they work this out.

The boy was unsure of himself. He was new to this "girl" thing, despite being in his early twenties. This was his first girlfriend, and more than likely his first sexual experience, and most of their time together had been online from different countries (US and Canada).

He didn't know how to act. Was he expected to be "in control"? To act "macho" towards her? To always "win" the arguments? But nor would she back down from him.

It was very clear to me and my husband...


We truly beleive this is the natural order of things.

Going back to the cave, there is this image that the males make the rules because they can impose their physical will on the females. I could be wrong, but I actually doubt this was ever the case. Did not the females always have male protectors? Fathers, brothers, other males seeking her favour? If a male not chosen by the female started throwing his weight around, I can bet he was taken to task with a good beating by her protectors. I suppose the powerful alpha male was the exception. He could have any pussy he wanted. But outside of that?

It is the natural right of the female to choose her sexual partner. In this case, my nephew was clearly chosen by this girl. Did he not see that? She could just as easily withdraw her partnership at any time, and replace it with dozens of others at a whim. Boys fool themselves if they think otherwise. Witness online dating sights where the girls are flooded with attention and there is none for the boys. Or a YouTube social experiment where an attractive boy asks 100 girls for sex and is turned down 100 times, whereas an attractive girl asks for sex 100 times and is taken up on it 99 times.


david should really talk to this boy. He needs straightening out. A truly secure male will appreciate the gift he is being granted, and will act accordingly. He will defer to his woman in public and in private. Within the relationship, she is in charge. He can use his size and his muscles (both actually and metaphorically) to ward off external threats to the pair. But within the relationship, she is Queen.

There is nothing more heart warming than to see a whim of a woman acted upon instantly by the male in the relationship.

"david, why don't you pour a drink for our guests?"

"Yes sweetie! Right away!"

This is the same man that if I was threatened in the street would beat the living crap out of the aggressor.

Is that not as it should be?

This boy needs to defer to his girl, in public and in the bedroom. For example, if she wants her pussy licked, will he not lick it? He had better, or he may find himself replaced.

She has the pussy. She makes the rules.

Friday, December 23

A Fucking for my Husband

I thought I'd continue on where I left off on my last post, A Spanking for my Husband, in which I punished him for not clearing the snow and ice from our walk. Not to skip ahead too much, but the evening ended in a very satisfactory manner!

After making him freeze his butt in the snow, and then heating it up again with my wooden spoon, I put him in the corner to show off his punished buns to me for fifteen minutes by the timer. He tends to be very well behaved while in the corner, as he knows with certainty I will not hesitate to begin the punishment from the start (including all the previously served corner time). I am incredibly strict on this point always. I do like the results of our scenes to be an incredibly obedient boy.

After his timeout, he got dressed and went outside to improve the snow clearing (for real). After that, he went to the bedroom to prepare himself. I had told him what I wanted afterwards: bra and panty submission for a whipping and fucking, and then he would perform analingus on me as I sat on his face.


Take a look at that photo. What's not to like, boys?

"Done." he told me after he finished outside.

"Is the walk clear?"

"Yes ma'am"

"It had better be."

"I'll head upstairs now?"

"Yes. You better be ready for me," I warned him.

I'm a gal of routine. I don't mind repeating myself in the least. So he knows what to do. He goes up to the bedroom and strips. Then he goes into our ensuite  bathroom and shaves and showers. I want his face well shaven as he will be going down on me, and I cannot stand itchy stubble! But the shaving does not end there. There is a feminization aspect to it as well. He must refresh the shaving of his chest, tummy, pubis, genitals, ass crack, and high legs (to the stocking tops). He uses a combination of electric clippers and razor. Afterwards he takes a very hot shower and washes himself thoroughly with soap and water and shampoos his hair. He uses my soap and shampoo for this. This treatment leaves him girlishly pink for me and smelling like a girl. He is also expected to take measures to ensure he is ready to be taken in his boy vagina. A douche if you will.

Then he goes back into our bedroom, and goes to his lingerie drawer (I love that our cleaning lady knows which drawer the 2XL lingerie winds up in: his!). I told him "bra and panty" this time. He selects a pair of panties. I always like seeing which of his pairs he chooses. They are usually very feminine, with lots of pretty lace, and a fuller cut. This time it was red. He also puts on his pink Victoria Secret bra with the inserts. Every piece of lingerie has a story behind it. A very humiliating story of public shopping.


Then he stacks three pillows in the middle of his side of the bed (the right side while lying down), and he drapes himself over them, pantied ass uppermost, and waits for me.


I can hear when the shower is turned off, so I can pretty much judge when he will be ready for me. I always let him wait for me a bit longer than necessary. I want him imagining what will happen to him as he lies in that ass up subservient position.

I walk up the stairs towards the bedroom. I know he can hear me coming. The house is completely quiet otherwise. I open the door and enter. This time, I decided to say the absolute minimum. Actions speak louder than words.

I go up to him, grab his panties on either side of his hips, and in one quick motion strip them down to his knees.

I then go into the bedside drawers open them, and take out my twin tailed heavy leather strap. A favourite of mine.


I lay the strap across his backside. I keep it there for 10 or 15 seconds (a very long time). Then I lift it and bring it back down sharply across his rear end. THWACK!

He grunts a little. Another. THWACK! Another. THWACK! Another. THWACK! After the first few he starts wiggling and yelling out a bit more. His hands clutch at the bed covers and he puts them into his mouth. He likes gagging himself like that. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Then I tease the strap across his punished butt cheeks. At first he cringes away from my strap, but as I play it gently across him he inevitably winds up sticking his ass up higher in the air, begging for more. Who am I to deny him? THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I toss the strap down on the bed next to him. I want him to know it's handy in case I need it.

I go into the bedroom closet. I fetch out a riding crop and go to directly behind him. "Open your cheeks," I tell him. He knows what I mean, he reaches behind himself and pulls his ass cheeks wide open.


I don't know why, but I absolutely love this view of him. It's kind of a male gay thing, but I'm a (mostly) hetero woman, and seeing that just turns me on. I just want to fuck it! It's so small and tight. But it will stretch for me. Not without some pain, of course. Oh well.

I hold off though. First I need to prepare the ground. I use the crop to whip the inside of his cleft and his bottom hole. The bottom hole whipping is so that he will feel the upcoming penetration all the more. He always has trouble holding himself wide for me. He sometimes loses his grip in his frantic wriggling. But he immediately scrambles his hands back and pulls himself even wider apart for me, so I don't mind. In fact, the more frantic he gets, and the more he loses his grip, the more he scrambles back and pulls his cheeks apart, so wide, so that it actually stretches open his asshole. I love it!

I throw the crop down on the bed next to the strap.

I go back to the bedroom drawer, open it, and pull out his lube. He is still holding his cheeks wide apart for me. "Wider!" I tell him. He pulls even harder. Ha ha. He will not let go until he is told to. I dribble lube onto and into his hole. I use my hand to rub it around his anus and my fingers to push it into his hole. He is always very clean for me if he has a chance to prepare himself as he did today.

I clean off my hands with some paper towels I keep nearby. Then I start stripping down to my bra and panties. I like that we wear the same things for sex. I put on my strap-on dildo and clinch it up tight. Ride 'em cowgirl! He is still there throughout all of this, bent over and holding his punished bum cheeks wide apart for me to see his lubed up hole.

I climb onto the bed behind him. I remove his panties off his legs completely. I put the tip of my dildo against his asshole. I bump it a few times to wake it up. I push the tip an inch in. I do tiny thrusts from there. I pull out and repeat that procedure a couple more times.  He is still holding his cheeks submissively wide for me.

Next time I put the tip in, and then keep pushing. His anus open like a flower and sucks in the bulbous tip. I pause there at the entrance. "Hands front," I tell him. He lets go his ass cheeks and moves his hands in front of himself, back to clutching his bed sheets.


I start my thrusting. I am gentle with him at first. Each time I push in I feel less and less resistance and can go deeper and deeper. When I can bury it to the hilt, I pause there, and wiggle it around inside of him. Then I pull back right to the tip and push back right to the hilt. I do that a few more times. Then I pull back and exit his anus, and then push right back in up to the hilt in a single motion. His anus stays open for me at this point. He is well-stretched.

Now his fucking begins.

I grab onto his hips on either side. I pull him into me as I thrust my hips violently forward. I push his hips away as I reverse, and then pull him towards me and thrust again. I build up my speed and the power of my thrusts. Before long he is getting fucked! Royally fucked.

"harder..." he cries out.

"You want it harder, bitch?"

"yea.. please..."

I oblige. Whatever do you think makes him beg me to go harder? He likes to imagine himself the slutty little girl in this situation. Not much of a stretch of the imagination. He wants to think she would beg her man to give it to her harder.

By now, on every thrust he is crying out. "Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh No Ah No Oh Ah No No" and so on. As we get deeper into it, the percentage of moans that sound like "No" increase. Of course, in our marriage "Red" means "No" and "No" means keep going. I do. Harder.

I stop, a little out of breath, buried inside him. I slowly pull out and then slowly push very deep all the way in. As I go super deep he cries out, wriggles, and his little balled up fists pull at his bed covers. I repeat that a few more times. I get as deep as I possibly can, and then shove it in a bit deeper. "No! Ah!" Music to my ears. Then I pull out completely.

He is always incredibly grateful when I stop. I go to the bathroom, clean off my dick a bit, then take it off and leave it by the sink. It's his job to clean the toys after sex. I come back and clean him off with the paper towels. There is usually a bit of a mess. No big deal. You can't swim without getting wet.

"On your back," I tell him. This is only about the third or fourth time I've spoken with him. Sometimes I am very vocal. Other times, like today, I want a deep spiritual silence.

I pull off my panties, and shuck off my bra. I like how he looks at me so appreciatively as I do this. I pull my Hitachi out of the bedside drawer and plug it in. Then I kneel on either side of his face and lower my pussy to his mouth. He needs no instructions, he starts licking.


I don't let him bring me to orgasm like that. Not this time. I sit up straighter and sit more down on him. He scrambles his hands which were pinned at his sides and brings them to my cheeks. I let him. He pushes up on me to relieve the pressure. This also parts my cheeks, putting my butthole on his mouth. He starts submissively licking my asshole. He didn't have to be told to do this either. He knows what is expected of him.


I guess I am very anal-sexual, because the feeling of his tongue on my hole is heavenly. It's actually a combination of that, and the knowledge that I am making him lick my asshole. My asshole! I turn the Hitachi on and press it up against me. I usually come very quickly. All it takes is 30 seconds or so.

He's been a good boy. I lean forward and give his cock a stroke and a kiss.


Then I lean back onto his face and tell him to jerk himself off. He gets his right hand out from under me and down to his cock. I pour some lube onto his cock, and he starts rubbing himself while licking my asshole. Now I'll talk to him. "Deeper, you bitch. Get that tongue in there. What am I paying you for, you dirty little whore? Right up in there. Fuck me with your tongue you slut!" I reach for the crop beside me and whip his tummy and thighs and balls. "Lick me! Get it in there!" Meanwhile, he's frantically jerking himself!

Suddenly... SPLOOGE! A little geyser of cum that shoots up and arcs down onto his chest and tummy and then dribbles down onto his abdomen.

I get off him. I use my fingers to gather up his cum and feed it to him. I tell him not to swallow it yet. To hold it in his mouth.

When he has a mouthful, I grab him by the neck, under his chin, lifting his chin. I look him right in the eye from very close. "Who's my little bitch?" He gurgles out a closed mouthed "i mmm". "Swallow," I order. I can feel his throat move as he swallows his ejaculate. I get a big smile on my face and I kiss him flush on the lips.

I love this kinky sexy man!

Thursday, December 22

A Spanking for my Husband

I think I've gotten all that submissive nonsense out of my system for the time being. I am feeling very much refreshed and renewed as a Domme Wife.


I was feeling I was neglecting david lately, so I took the first opportunity offered to give him a real spanking. By "real" I mean I would find fault with him, scold him, and punish him, remaining completely in the character of a 24x7 dominant wife engaged in a Female Led Relationship.

We have had a lot of snow lately. david takes care of the clearing of ice and snow. We could hire a service to do it, but I think it's good for him to get a bit of exercise in the winter. As I came home the other day, I noticed that the walkway leading to the side door was not completely clear of ice. I carefully "slipped" on the ice and landed in the soft snow.


I stood up and made my way inside.

"david!" I yelled.

He came running.

"Just look at me!" I told him. My coat was covered in snow. "I slipped walking up to our door. Oh, you think it's funny do you? You should have cleared the ice completely!"

david knew I was playing, because I never actually scold him like this in "real life". But he enjoys the strict wife roleplay most of all, and so he slipped into his role as a submissive husband.

"I'm so sorry, honey!" he said.

"Not half as sorry as you're going to be!" I told him. "Take your clothes off. Now!"

I stood there by the side door as david hurriedly stripped to bare. I grabbed him by the ear and we walked back out into the fenced side area of our house where I had fallen. It was private enough. david danced, his bare feet on the very cold snow and ice.

"That's where I fell. Right there!" I told him. You could see the indentation I made in the snow. I was very snuggly and warm in my hat, gloves, scarf, coat, and boots. david was completely bare naked and shivering, feeling very exposed in the great outdoors in the winter. "Lie down there," I told him. "Exactly where I fell."

david gingerly sat in the snow. His ass and private parts sinking into it.

"Are you cold?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he said.

"Good," I said. I let him freeze himself for about 30 seconds and then told him to get up and get his cold ass inside for the spanking of his life.


He got up awkwardly out of the snow and ran gingerly inside. I followed him inside. As soon as I got in I pulled off my outerwear and then dragged him by the ear towards the living room. On the way, I stopped in the kitchen, opened the kitchen drawer, and pulled out the large wooden spoon, a Christmas gift from my sister Sue in fact.


I then continued marching him into the living room where I sat on his spanking chair and pulled him over my lap.

"Is you ass cold?" I asked him.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied. You can see where I was going.

"Not for long," I said and started hitting his rear end with that spoon.

I tried to put myself right into the mindset of an angry FLR wife who had just slipped outside due to her husband's laziness and negligence. I might have broken something! I was in no mood, therefore, to show him any mercy whatsoever. So I gave him a very through wooden spoon blistering.


That spoon seemed to really hurt his un-warmed-up bottom. More than un-warmed-up, ice cold in fact. He shrieked and begged and kicked his little legs during his spanking, just like a naughty boy should!

After I deemed his spanking over, I stood him up, and conducted him again by his ear into the corner where I made him stand with his hands at his sides. I pressed his nose deeply into the corner, telling him I wanted that nose touching both walls and to keep it there.

"You're doing fifteen minutes of timeout. I'm setting the oven timer. When you hear it ring, you will get dressed, and you will do a proper job cleaning off and salting that walk."

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"And if I see you move so much as a muscle, we will be starting all over. Right from the snow to the spoon to the corner. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Will you be moving a muscle while in timeout?"

"No Ma'am!"

"Good. After you're done with the snow and ice I want you in the bedroom, showered and shaved, wearing panties and a bra, with your ass high in the air over three pillows on the bed."

"Yes Ma'am."

"You're getting the strap, then an ass fucking. After that you will lick out my asshole while I sit on your face and get myself off."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Will you be cumming tonight?"

"No Ma'am."

"We'll see is the correct answer. If you're obedient, and you do a good job with your tongue in my ass, I'll let you stroke yourself while I watch."

"Thank you, Ma'am," he said.

Then I left him nursing his blistered backside in the corner as I went to set the stove timer for his fifteen minutes and made myself a nice hot cup of herbal tea.

He did get to cum that night.