Monday, August 22

Gathering switches

We were at the lake and I thought it was high time david and I went out for a walk and gathered a good collection of spanking switches.

You might recall what happened to my husband's butt the last time we did this...

From Husband Severely Switched by Trainer

"Oh come on! No no no no no no" he said when I suggested it.

"Oh yes!"

We went out into the woods with a little paring knife for him. I did the selection. I told him which ones to cut and where. He cut them, stripped them, and handed them to me. I swished them in the air. Some broke right away, but others seemed much more durable. Those we kept. He even tried arguing with me over where to cut them, "no it's too thick there...", oh yes, right there is good, cut the flimsy end off. Let's just keep the nice straight thick part. But don't worry, I made him cut a bunch of thin whippy ones also as those hurt him most last time.

I kept him dressed the whole time. I carried the switches that passed muster. I swished them in the air and taunted him with how much these will hurt when his bare butt and legs gets switched up good. I told him that his trainer Mags would be doing the honours.

"Oh no PLEASE!" he begged. Mags did a number on his ass last time, truth.

"Yup," I said as I swished one viciously through the air, "I'm going to be telling her to go as hard and fast as she can and really tear up that ass of yours this time."

"Oh shit..." he said, resigned to his fate.

We brought the switches home and I have them soaking in the bathtub to keep them limber. Here they are for real.

Aren't they nice??? We have, what, eleven, I think? I'll get Mags to use up maybe six on him, the rest I'll keep for myself to use on him. That little girl is positively evil. She will mark him up badly. I trust her. There will be no mercy for him.

Cleaning lady is due to come tomorrow. What will she make of eleven switches soaking in the bathtub? I've put a note there already saying to please leave them soaking.

Can't wait to see the results this time!

Tuesday, August 16

Husband put back into his place

So, we were out with mixed friends and the men got a little rambunctious. There was Olympics on the TV at the bar, and the men seemed very interested in the female athletes, but for things other than their athletic abilities.

Many inappropriate comments made all around, with my david participating actively. I got him home, and I dealt with the situation.

I started by scolding him for his objectification of these incredible female athletes. I decided a little empathy training was in order. I had him strip and put him into a pair of panties and a silky negligee. I then took him across my knee and spanked his bottom with my hand. The negligee I flipped up, and the panties I pulled down for this operation. This was done in the living room before we even got upstairs.

In the bedroom I got out the implements. First came the paddle. Back across my knee he went and he got his little bare fanny toasted with that paddle. And I do mean toasted. Maybe even a little on the burnt side of toasted.

Next I put him face down on the bed, hips elevated. The ball gag went in, and his clothes came off.  I doubled up the leather belt and I gave that ass the whipping it had coming.

I love the loud CRACK the belt makes each time it strikes his ass-flesh. I made him stick his ass up high for the belt. I made him beg for the strap, not with his words, which the ball gag had very effectively taken away, but with his ass. Ass nice and high. Just like a little girl desperate for a fucking.

But he didn't get a fucking. Not yet anyways. He got a WHIPPING. A very strict belt whipping that severely punished those rear cheeks of his. Severely. The belt was not put down until I felt he had learned his lesson, and I was not in a very believing frame of mind.

As you can well imagine, the lesson did not end there. Oh no. I strapped on my dildo. I made my little bitch kneel at my feet and give me head. As his mouth got busy on my cock I teased him about what his male jerk friends would say if they could only see him now.

When I have him suck cock, I have him SUCK COCK. He was down on his knees for a good long time and I made sure he had a hard time of it. Deep throating was required, even if it took my hands on the back of his head to make sure it happened. Again and again and again.

Then it was back to the bed. Ass up high. you know what comes next.

Ride 'em, cowgirl! Right up the ass. Doggy style. Woof woof little doggy. Waggle that little tail for me. What's the matter, baby? It's only been five minutes of hard ass pounding. We're going for at least ten. I need to work up a sweat at least.

I pulled out, cleaned up, and then straddled his face.

I made him lick my pussy first until I had an orgasm. And then I made him lick out my asshole while I diddled my own clit until I came again. I like to really feel his tongue on and in my asshole. He needs to spread my cheeks and really get in there. I need his tongue to actually penetrate my asshole and wiggle around up there. And I need to feel it licking around my hole as well. Back and forth. up and down. Around and around. Lots of saliva. Nice and wet. And then diving back in again for a tongue fucking. Rinse and repeat. What would those friends say? What would they say about my little ass licker?


Thursday, August 4

Skinny Dipping for One

At the lake this week on holiday. It's lovely here.

We have a couple up with us, Frank and Anne. They've been friends of ours since before we were married, and are about ten years older than us. They do not know anything at all about our kinky lifestyle.

We had just finished dinner, which included wine and some after dinner drinks. It was very hot out. The topic somehow got around to nude beaches, and david shared some of our experiences in St. Martin. Anne, our friend, asked if we ever skinny dipped in the lake. Of course we had, but not when it was still at all light out, and not with company around I remarked very pointedly. It was just dusk and while the light was fading, it was still there.

After one more drink Anne asked if anybody was up for a quick dip. Her husband was not, but david and I were in. But sticking with her husband, she decided not to after all. "We'll go skinny dipping!" said david. "We certainly WILL NOT," I said. I'm sure david was anxious to have a look at Anne's body, as she is in great shape.

We went to get out swimsuits on, david and I. He was in our bedroom first and was lying on the bed with a towel around his waist. Suspecting he had no swimsuit underneath I said, "you are NOT going skinny dipping!"

I got changed into my swimsuit and went to the bathroom. When I came back david had preceded me out the door, still with that towel around his waist, and headed down to the dock. I followed him. When he got there, he looked around furtively, quickly dropped the towel and dove in head first off our little diving board, butt ass naked!

I followed him in and we paddled around in there, treading water. I swam up to him and squeezed his cock and balls and asked if he was having fun. He said he very much was, thank you very much. He was a bit tipsy.

Just then, who comes walking down towards the dock but Anne! She had her one piece swimsuit and towel and said, "It's just too hot out, I had to."

"Now what are you going to do?" I asked david with a giggle under my voice. He had not counted on this. Anne did not know he was naked beneath the water. A rather embarrassing situation for him, swimming around nude with two clothed females.

Anne lowered herself in off the dock ladder and swam to us. I decided I had better tell Anne what was going on.

"Be warned," I told her, "Little Mister exhibitionist here decided to go skinny dipping despite what I said."

"Oh my," she said in mock disapproval, "how naughty!" But she stayed in swimming with us.

After a few more minutes Anne declared that she thought she should go back to the cottage.

"Us too," I said, including david. "Why don't you get out first, sweetie," I told him, "while we watch."

"Ha ha!" laughed Anne.

"I'd rather not," said david, sounding very embarrassed.  Despite everything we've done together, each new situation and new group of people were different. We had never had this kind of relationship with Anne and Frank at all, and so this was brand new.

"No, I insist," I added. I pitched my voice so that david knew we were now getting into scening territory. He was being scened in front of Anne.

"Do it!" said Anne.

david swam to the dock ladder and quickly hauled himself out, his bare white ass gleaming in the twilight. He grabbed his towel and put it around his waist.

"Yay!" said Anne, having seen david's bare butt for the first time ever.

"Wait for us up there," I said, letting him know I was not quite done with him yet.

Anne and I got out and dried off.

"Now what's this disobeying me about skinny dipping?" I asked him in front of Anne. "And look what happens, Anne had to see your bare butt. What am I going to do with you? Any suggestions, Anne?"

"Hmmmm," she pondered, "how about no swimsuit for him the rest of the week?"

"Oh my, my Mom would love that!" I said. "No, I think we need to deal with this now. What kind of punishment is suitable for naughty naked little boys?" I asked Anne.

"Ooh! Are you going to spank his ass?" She asked.

"Well, if he's going to behave like a naughty little boy I'm going to have to treat him like one..."

With that, I went over to our little diving board and put one leg up on it. "Bend over my knee," I told him. "Drop the towel," I added.

david looked very sheepish indeed. He came over to me. I flipped the towel off him.

"Oh Gosh!" he said as his front side became exposed to Anne who clapped her hands in glee.

I bent him a little over my knee, him still standing, and gave him just two good smacks, one to each cheek, and then told him to cover himself up again for goodness sake! "Back to the cottage," I told him and he scampered off.  "In the bedroom!" I yelled after him.

Anne and I giggled about david's skinny dipping and "spanking". "That'll learn him," I said.

"I'm not so sure about that," said Anne, "he seemed a little, ahem, excited to be across your knee like that getting his bum smacked. Maybe you can use that tonight," she added mischievously.

Oh my! Anne had seen his erection. How humiliating for him. How ever would he face her at breakfast next morning???

Tuesday, July 26

Really Punished this Time!

Sorry about the "tease and denial" of my last post! Ha Ha! This time I will really tell you about my husband's punishment for the make-believe text from his trainer:
hi! thx for letting david give me my b'day paddy whacks! was fun. just btw, and no biggie, let him know grope between legs was not cool. mags
We decided we would roleplay this as if it actually happened like that. He was curious what he would get. 'Kinda a big mistake on his part...

So let's talk about that grope between her legs. I was fine with the birthday spanking. He had even asked if he was allowed to pull her pants down, and I told him "whatever he could get away with." What I, OF COURSE, meant was he could ask her and she could agree. Or, if he thought he was on very solid ground, could use his judgement and go ahead and do it, but she better not complain about it afterwards, because that would have been extremely poor judgement on his part.

NOTHING we talked about contemplated sexual touching of her by him in any way whatsoever. I would actually consider that to be, even in this context, a sexual assault. A rape basically. She had consented to a spanking, and it was reasonable that a "spanking" might include baring the bottom. But a deliberate groping of a vagina IS NOT in any way whatsoever ever assumed to be part of "birthday paddy whacks".

I felt he needed to learn a hard lesson.

I read him the text and told him he was in very deep shit with me.

I told him to put on a pair of panties and nothing but. He was then to bring down to the living room the large wooden bathbrush, the twin-tailed strap, and the Delrin cane. He was to arrange his spanking chair in front of the fireplace. I then wanted his nose in the corner until I was prepared to deal with him.

Why the panties you may ask? Is that not more fun and sexual than disciplinary? Not at all. For punishment he needs to be unclothed. But when he is buck naked he has a certain male pride when it's only me that I cannot abide in this situation. The panties make him blush regardless, knocks him down a peg or two, and puts him in an appropriately submissive frame of mind to receive punishment.

I let him stand in the corner to stew for a half hour or so before I walked into the living room. He knew from the selection of implements he was in for it in a major way. And I would not be quick about it. His punishment would last all evening.

When I judged he had stewed long enough, I came back into the living room to start the first phase of his punishment: the over-the-knee bathbrushing.

I started by scolding him viciously while he was still in the corner.

I then pulled him out by his ear and brought him over to his spanking chair. I grabbed the bathbrush in my hand. I made him lower his panties to his knees and drape himself across my lap. He then got 100 blistering strokes of the bathbrush. Cheek to cheek. All hard. No warmup. By the time I was finished he was begging me and apologizing for all he was worth. His ass turned a deep red and even purpled and whitened at the center of his spank spots: the sign of a good bathbrushing.

Blubbering, I set him on his feet and made him go back to his corner with his panties restored. I left him there for another half hour or so. I wanted his butt to recover sensation after the bathbrushing, which can tend to leave it numb. I wanted him to feel every last stroke today.

The next phase of his punishment was to be his strapping.

I came back into the room and asked him if he had anything to say for himself. He said how very, very sorry he was, and that he would never ever do such a thing again. I assured him he would not.

I made him go over to the couch and bend over the back of it. I lowered his panties to his ankles. He then received a full measure of 50 with the strap. Again, all were hard, and I swung my weight into each and every painful stroke, taking my sweet time between them. "This is what rapists get," I told him.

I strapped him from mid ass down to a few inches below the tops of his thighs. We would be going up to the lake soon after, and I did not want his punishment to be so obvious as there was family there. I judged about where his loose fitting bathing suit would go and kept the strokes above that point. My sister Sue would be shown his marks in private, of course.

He received extra strokes for swearing and for straightening up, bringing the total to around 60 or so. I showed him no mercy whatsoever, as befitted a sexual assaulter.

He was then put back into his corner, panties again restored, sore and stiff, to await his caning.

For his last implement, the little raper would be receiving the Delrin cane across his backside.

I let him stew in his corner for another half hour, allowing those buns to regain their feeling and be newly sensitized for their caning.

I held the cane in my hand and made him turn to face me.

"36," I told him.

His knees shook and he practically wet his panties.

"Please, no. Please!" he begged.

"36," I said again. "For groping your trainer like that without permission, either hers or mine, this is exactly what you get. Now you know."

I told him to remove his panties and to stuff them into his mouth. As he did so I could see his penis was all shriveled up and scared. Good.

I made him stand in the middle of the living room, bend over, and grab his ankles. I told him that each time he moved out of position I would add a stroke.

I started off fairly mercifully, as I was a bit out of practice with the cane and wanted to make sure I had my technique down before really laying them on. After the first dozen I felt confident again, and started in harder. These made him cry out into his panty-gagged mouth. Several times he involuntary straightened and his hands left his ankles. These earned him extras. He got about 45 total. I would say that about 24 or so where good hard ones that left a welt. I did not spare his upper thighs either, and equally well marked those for him.

When I was done with him I allowed him to remove his panties from his mouth and to kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness.

He was not quite done yet, however. I made him kneel on the hardwood floor with his hands on his head and his panties back in his mouth.

As he knelt there I stripped down to just my panties and bra, and then strapped on my largest dildo, Adam. It is 1-1/2" in girth with 7" of insertable length. I could see the fear in his eyes.

I told him he had violated that girl's pussy, and now his pussy would be violated, or at least what passed for his pussy.

I picked him up off his knees and again bent him over the back of our sofa. I took the panties from his mouth and threw them to the side.

"You understand," I told him,  "that this won't be pleasant for you. What you did was rape," I told him, "and now you're going to be getting a taste of your own medicine."

I lubed his ass and the dildo and I started pushing it in. He screeched like a little virgin on prom night. I shoved the tip in.

"Take it!" I warned him as his feet started kicking.

I started slowly thrusting it in. This was not at all pleasant for him. I drove it all the way home, pulled out to the tip, and thrust it in again, then I pulled out and paused with just the tip in.

"50 thrusts. Count them!" I ordered.

I thrust in.

"One Ma'am!" he yelled out.

I pulled out and thrust in again.

"Two Ma'am!"

I repeated until the count was half way.

"Twenty-Five Ma'am!"

"Will you ever touch a woman's vagina without her permission again?" I asked him.

"No Ma'am! Never Ma'am!" he said.

I thrust in again.

"Twenty-Six, Ma'am!"

and so on and on until he reached his full count of 50 fuckings.

"Fifty Ma'am! Thank You Ma'am! Thank you for Raping my Ass Ma'am!"

I pulled out carefully, making sure to catch any mess in the paper towels I had nearby. I made him go to the bathroom and wipe his ass as I cleaned my dildo.

When he came back to me I declared the scene over.  I told him he had better watch out what he asks me to do for a scene in future, and he agreed.

I sat on the couch and I pulled him naked across my knee. I gave him a mild hand spanking as I fondled and pinched his well-punished bottom cheeks. This had him writhing in some considerable distress. But I get an absolute thrill when our games are such that it allows me to mark him up like this.

We went to the lake the next day and his ass was still very badly marked and very sore. I smiled each time I watched him sit. Some of my family even commented on how he seemed to be quite stiff. He said it was due to exercising. I knew better!

My sister Sue was there. I took him into our bedroom with her and made him drop his pants and show her the damage. She asked if she could touch. Of course she could. She was very impressed. She asked and I told her about our roleplay as he remained bent over and pants down. She reached between his legs and groped his balls saying, "it's not so nice to be groped against your will, is it?"

"no ma'am," said david, not meaning it, moaning like a little slut at my sister's naughty caress (we've played a lot together, in case you're joining my blog late!)

"Oh My!" she said, as she felt up his hard cock. "You better take care of that," she said. "We'll be right outside chatting," she added.

"Do it!" I ordered him, "And you swallow it afterwards," I added pitching my voice lower as the door was open so that only he and Sue could hear.

And with that she and I closed the door and left david in his bedroom to jerk his cock off as we did indeed sit outside and chat within earshot while he masturbated to thoughts of getting his ass severely whipped and fucked by his strict wife. Ha ha!

Saturday, July 23

Punished for Spanking Ass

So, finally got around to punishing david for having spanked his trainer's ass. You can refresh your memory regarding that incident in David Spanks his Trainer!

I had actually approved his giving her a birthday spanking, but he did get away with murder in retrospect. So, as a consequence, we role played me pretending he had misbehaved during the spanking and that I had received the following text message from her:
hi! thx for letting david give me my b'day paddy whacks! was fun. just btw, and no biggie, let him know grope between legs was not cool. mags
How much trouble would he have been in had she really sent me that text?!? You're about to find out! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

No time to write now... Summer awaits, but will write soonest. Suffice to say, he will be very bashful appearing in his Speedo at the lake!

Sunday, July 10

Let him Cum?

We were up north this weekend at the cottage. Place was full with non-kinky relations (including children) so we couldn't play as much as I wanted, but I did give david a good tease before bed.

I offered him a nice massage and he eagerly accepted. He was face down on our bed, nude. I got the oil and rubbed it on his back and shoulders and that had him purring like a kitten.
 I then worked my way down his legs. The fun part starts when I massage the oil into his ass cheeks.
As I rubbed his cheeks I deliberately spread them widely then pushed them together, spread them widely then pushed them together, and so on. I then massaged up and down his ass crack, using my thumbs to massage all around his rosebud. This, of course, got him very excited.

I reached under him and pulled his cock and balls back between his legs and started rubbing those. He moaned sluttishly.

"What do you think, am I going to let you cum?"

"Oh please! Yes please!" He begged. I like when he begs me.

"Should I make you cum like a girl?" I ask. As I say this, I reach my one hand under his abdomen from the side. I still have his cock pulled back between his legs with my other. I start rubbing his abdomen as if I were rubbing a clit while I continue to work his cock tip.

"Are you going to cum like a girl as I rub your clit?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. Please!" he begged me.

"I don't know, I think I might want you to go to bed hard."

"No no no no, please no"

"No. That's good for today. I think I want to sleep knowing you're beside me, all hard and oily. Goodnight baby. No wiggling in bed."

And I shut out the light and went to sleep.

Wednesday, July 6

David Spanks his Trainer!

Well, I guess I did find a snowball in July. David actually spanked his trainer, Mags!!!

In honour of this "special edition" of Strict Julie Spanks I am gong to capitalize my husband's name.

Mags has recently been on "a break" from her boyfriend. David asked if she'd been dating. She said she hadn't, as they were only on a break. David talked it out, and it seemed as if they were more split up than just having a break. Based on what he heard, David advised Mags that there was almost a 100% certainty that her former boyfriend was out seeing other girls. This had not occurred to Mags, but it made sense to her. So she subsequently started dating some boys, and little gossip that he was, they talked all about her dates during training.

David found out that she liked very polite boys who looked after her. Who held the door. Who made sure the waiter kept her drink full at the restaurant. But she does not like short boys. The boy needs to be taller than her. But he does not need to be overly muscular at all. Tall and thin is good, but with some muscle definition and in good shape. But he needs a job. He needs to be going somewhere. He can't be living within his parent's house.

He asked if she wanted a submissive boy, or a dominant one. She was conflicted. She likes a dominant man. She likes sex like that. She wants to be fucked, and have her hair pulled, and all that. But she also really enjoys being on top as well. David suggested she might want a switchy boy. She wasn't sure those things mixed. David asked if she wanted to be spanked by her man. Mags said that she would, but her old boyfriend didn't really do that to her at all, just a bit, playfully.

So that was all background leading up to this.

A week ago it came out that Mags birthday was coming up: 23 years old. David asked what she was doing for her birthday and she said, "coming here I guess," because her birthday fell on their regular Wednesday training day, and she has no family in Toronto. She would be celebrating with friends only on the weekend. Knowing Mags has a bit of a submissive nature, and was between boyfriends, he teased her that she had nobody to give her paddy whacks on her birthday, but that he would be pleased to help out in that regard. Quite to his surprise, she blushed and giggled and said, "Oh My Gosh! I haven't got Paddy Whacks since I was a little kid!"

"Well next week then," he said, and she did not refuse.

David told me all this after that session. She might be disappointed, but he could still pass it off as a joke and just ignore it next session if I objected. I told him he should definitely go for it! "Like, on her bare bum?" he asked. "Whatever you can get away with," I said.

You guys must think I'm crazy, right? To let my husband do that to a pretty young lady.  I really don't mind. He does have a switchy nature, but it hardly ever gets indulged as I never bottom (oh, maybe a little spanking here and there with me in firm control, but never a true bottom). And he and I are not really engaged in an FLR. We only roleplay that we are, and sometimes convince other people of it, but we really are equals. I know, you wouldn't know it from my blog, but that's actually the way it is. So, yes, my mischievousness does indeed extend to my husband.

You're also probably wondering why I didn't want to partake.  For one thing, I'm usually home late Wednesday evenings after training is done. For another, why not let him and Mags have their fun.

So David told me the full story afterwards.

She came in wearing her normal clothes that she wears to work. David immediately wished her a happy birthday at the door. She then went to change, as she normally does, into her exercise attire. She wore what David describes as a black onesie top that showed off her cleavage, and down below, rather than her usual Yoga pants, she wore a pair of grey loose fitting track shorts. She had never worn that outfit before, and David suspected that maybe she was expecting a spanking.

"So, let's go," she said, "grab the 8 lbs, running in place."

"Hold on a minute there," said David, "I think somebody needs their birthday spanking before we get started..."

He says she giggled and blushed but agreed. "Oh My Gosh," she said, "I haven't had this done since I was a kid."

"What will it be," asked David, "the belt, the leather paddle, the little crop?" She looked a bit worried, "or I can just use my hand?"

"Yes," she said, "just use your hand. Here, I'll bend over the ball like this." As she said this she went to the big exercise ball, put her hands on it, and bent over with her legs straight and together, and her back arched, pushing out her butt.

David stood beside her but facing the opposite direction, and pulled up her loose track shorts into the crack of her ass, baring her upper thighs and ass cheeks completely.

"Oh no! I can't believe I'm doing this!" she said nervously but with a laugh in her voice.

David kept pulling her shorts deep into her crack as he counted out 23 smacks and then one to grow on. He spanked lightly to her low butt cheeks, alternating side to side with a few smacks low across the center. David says she wiggled excitingly against his arm and jiggled her bare cheeks suggestively as he spanked her.

"Ow Ow Ow!" she said but in a fun way. David was going very lightly on her. "That really hurts," she said, "I don't know how you take that."

"There we go," he said, finishing up with a big smack low across both her cheeks, "Happy Birthday!"

"Thank You!" she said, apparently looking pleased that she got her birthday spanking from my tall, handsome, polite, and successful husband.

David commented on her shorts. How he had never seen them before and yet how perfect they were for spanking. According to him she blushed and looked bashful and said, "honestly, I never even thought about that when I chose them...". Hmmmm.

They then went ahead and did their usual training, and, as usual, she did not spare the crop despite her submissive display.

At the end, David said, "wait, you still need part two of your birthday spanking, with the implements."

"Ok!" she said, quite eagerly apparently.

David picked up the three implements she had used on him during their session: the belt, the crop, and the leather paddle.

She looked nervous about the implements but bent over again.

This time David got bold and yanked her track shorts down to her ankles. That's when he discovered that her top was actual a onesie, but cutting deep into her ass cheeks like a thong. He tells me that while the material in back was very thin, he did not see any glimpse of pussy. But her cheeks were completely bare and her thong totally disappeared into her ass crack.

First he used the belt. He doubled it up and counted out her first seven. He went very lightly but she yelped nevertheless and said, "Oh My God that hurts! And you're not even doing it hard, are you?"

Then he used the leather paddle, and likewise paddled her cheeks seven times with a similar reaction from her.

Finally he gave her the remaining seven with the crop.  Again, he went very light with the crop but she seemed to feel it. He did say that her "one to grow on" was a little stricter than the rest, though.

"There we go," he said and thoughtfully pulled up her shorts for her, modestly re-covering her freshly pinkened cheeks.

She commented on how much those implements hurt, and then remarked again that it was despite how lightly he went. He asked her to show her the strength of his belt swings against the ball and confirmed that they were nothing at all like hers. She said she goes all out and really swings it with everything she has. She said she doesn't know how he can take it!

Again, she seemed very grateful for her birthday spanking. On the way out, David gave her a very nice birthday gift by way of a giant bonus in an envelope (the equivalent of a month's worth of sessions). She only opened it after she left, and texted him,
Thank you for your very generous birthday gift!!!!!
He responded,
My pleasure, especially the spanking part!
Kids will be kids I suppose...

After I extracted all these detes from him, we made vanilla love, me pretending to be Mags. First I made him lick me, and then I invited him into my pussy for a good hard fuck, just like I'm sure she wanted him to do bent across that exercise ball!

Thursday, June 23

Strict Julie Swallows!

Yuck. I did it. The whole load. Blechhhh!

As you may have read on my last post, Husband Hosed and Switched, I got a little over zealous with my husband and injured the tip of his penis while switching him. His bare penis got abraded by the tree I had him tied to. Some say it was his fault for moving around so much, but I blame myself.

In situations like this, to remind me to be a good Domme, I feel it only right that I assign myself a penance and then carry it out. My husband does not know I am doing this. That would be doing subby hubby no favours. I do it quietly with him none the wiser.

My readers helped by suggesting a few possible punishments in the comments. Several suggested I need to give his cock some TLC with my mouth as penance, and I was thinking along those same lines myself.

It's not that I hate giving head. I've had a lot of experience, with several different first boys then men over the years. I've got my bag of tricks, and I don't dislike it. However, it has always struck me as a bit of a subby thing to do, especially if you let him cum, and even more especially if you let him cum into your mouth.

Which brings us to the age old question of spit or swallow. When a male is sufficiently fortunate to have me give him head, I am firmly, firmly, in the "spit" camp.

I know it's not nice for a boy to watch us girls run to the sink and spit out their precious ejaculate as if we were vomiting, but I personally find it really nasty tasting. Right from that first taste of pre-cum to the goey load that follows, it's just not pleasant. In earlier days  I would do just that, right into the sink. Later on, my more usual go to is to spit it into his mouth for him to swallow. I mean, if he honestly thinks I should do that, then what's good for the goose is good for the gander!

So, for my penance, I decided I needed to swallow. I knew it would be difficult, but it needed getting done.

That's me alright

I had him stand in front of me. I got down on my knees, dropped his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. I started sucking on it. I let it go a bit deep which gets my saliva flowing, and then I use it to the max. I am always super careful with teeth, of course. If he feels teeth it's because I want him to.

I guided his hands to the back of my head and encouraged him to pull me onto him. He must have thought I'd gone mad. Here's a quote from Cosmo (A Blow Job Beginner's Guide to Spitting or Swallowing) that's just too good to not reproduce here.
Speaking of which, let's talk about face-fucking real quick, because you can't ask your mom about it and the hypersexual 12-year-olds on Yahoo Answers know nothing. At the risk of being indelicate, face-fucking is where a guy grabs your head and fucks your face like it is your vagina. Or, if you would rather I be more delicate, it's when a gentleman makes love to your mouth while leaving your petticoats down and your hands free to needlepoint.
There are some things that a lot of men like during blow jays that you might not be so into, because porn. Gagging on a penis, choking on come, watering eyes, general discomfort. Not something most women spend all day looking forward to, but guys like it.
I did receive some of the above mentioned "face fucking" and other general unpleasantness.

Not very long after I could taste (yuck) it coming, and then very soon after several hot warm spurts down my throat and onto the roof of my mouth.

Ewwww. I could barely swallow it. I seriously considered backtracking.

But no, penance is penance, so I sucked it all in and swallowed every last drop like a proper little slut.

So cute. I would fuck her in a second!

When david asked me what had gotten into me, I told him that I just felt like doing that today, and he better not get used to it!

Thursday, June 16

Husband Hosed and Switched

Well summer has finally arrived in Canada-land. My husband and I were outside cleaning up the patio. We had just bought a fancy new garden hose as our old one had sprung leaks. His job was to hook it up and figure out how it worked. Not so easy as it is an "X Hose". First you turn on the water, and the hose expands. And then you flip a valve, and the water flows. Very complicated for a hose.

I was doing some planting and must have looked very hot and sweaty, so my darling, darling husband thought it would be "fun" to try out the new hose on me. He didn't drench me or anything. It was just a quick squirt that caught me by surprise.

He wanted to play...

I threw down my gardening implements and chased after him. He gave me another little squirt as I came after him, but I managed to grab the hose from him with one hand, and grab him by his ear with the other.

I marched him into a corner of our small patio garden. "Strip!" I told him.

"Out here?" he complained, "Someone will see!"

"Good. Strip." I said, pointing the hose at him as if it were a gun. It wasn't serious. We were both giggling.

Our next door neighbors could theoretically see into our patio, but I didn't think they were home (and so what if they were!). The patio garden opens to the street in our residential neighborhood, but there's a relatively high fence around most of it, and our garage on one side, our house on the other. Somebody could walk in from the street through the patio gate, but what's the chance of that?

He started removing his clothes. I made him hand them all to me until he was completely bare naked. I put them down on the patio table and turned back to him. He was naked and cornered. I lifted the house and started spraying him. I adjusted the stream to maximum power and drenched the shit out of him! Ha Ha! I got closer to him and sprayed at all his dangly bits and between his ass cheeks. I stopped the hosing, made him face me with his hands on his head and back against the wall. I then took dead aim at his cock and balls and sprayed them hard from maybe five feet away. Ouchie! He covered and cowered and I just kept hosing him down with the cold water all over. Payback!

Squirt a Strict Domme Wife like me will he? I wasn't done yet.

I told him not to move. I got my garden shears and took a couple of fresh twigs from our trees. With my garden knife I prepared them into perfect switches.

Ms. Amber Pixie Wells (
No doubt cutting the switch to be used on herself,
but I can see her power and confidence shining through
that she could easily be cutting that switch to use on YOU!

I put one down on the patio table next to his clothes. The other I held in my hand and swished through the air a few times.

"Come here," I told him.

"oh oh..." said david as he approached me, all wet and naked. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and then started switching him with my right.

In an attempt to get away he danced 360 degrees all around me, yelping and jumping as I switched his ass, legs, and flanks. We made another turn, and another, and another until I wore out that switch.

Then I took him to a tree against our back fence. I told him to wrap his arms around the tree and hug it. I ducked into the garage and came out with a short length of nylon rope. I quickly tied his wrists together around the tree. I am very good with knots.

I got the other switch I had prepared and came back to him at the tree. I then started whipping him with the fresh switch to his ass. He tried to shirk away from me but he could only get so far, tied up as he was and blocked from moving fully around the tree by the fence. But I was also a bit indiscriminate. Equally happy to switch his legs or flanks if they offered me a better angle.

I didn't know it at the time, and he did not use his safeword, but I injured his penis a bit against the tree. He rubbed it against the rough tree bark as he tried to avoid his switching. It wasn't too bad, but it was chaffed from the tree bark and might be sore for a couple of days. I am considering punishing myself for that. It was careless of me. Suggestions, sigh, welcomed.

At any rate, I did not know that at the time, so I wore out that second switch on him as well, shattering the end and breaking it in two as he made frantic cock love to the tree bark.  I told him he could stay there, tied naked to the tree, switch marked, and still wet, until I returned to untie him. It was warm and sunny so he would be fine. Then I went into the house leaving him there.

Of course, fear of discovery must have been uppermost in his mind. After about five minutes I left our house quietly through the front door and walked back around to the patio gate. I even put on my heels so he could hear them clicking as I came. I then yelled out in a disguised voice, "Hello? Julie? Are you there?"

I walked onto our patio from the street and he was just cowering there, tied to his tree. He was very relieved that it was just lil ol me! I untied him and kissed him and sent him inside to lick his wounds as I continued my gardening.

Overreaction to a little hose fun?  Maybe!

Here is what his bum looked like after his switching.
You know you're getting a bit "Internet famous" when you
search Google Images for "spanking marks from a switching"
and find you husband's ass on the top row!

That's pretty good too.

This one also

This is a girl. Nice neat lines though.
She clearly didn't jump around like my man did!

This little one got tied up then switched.
Sort of like I did to david, but I made him hug his tree,
which explains the chaffed penis!

Saturday, June 4

The Humiliating Consequences of Carelessness

A very sexy scene the other night that started out with a potentially missing wallet...

david was at work, it was midday, and he had gone out by himself to grab a quick standup lunch. That's when he noticed that his wallet was missing. I'm sure most of you are familiar with that sinking feeling. He thought back to where it could possibly be. He and I had gone out the night before and he remembered getting some cash out of his wallet to pay for parking. Sometimes he is careless with his wallet in that situation, and just throws it into the door pocket. He thought it might be there but he was not at all confident in that.

So he hurried back to where he parks the car, about a ten minute walk. All along the way he was imagining everything he would have to do if the wallet was lost, such as cancel credit cards, get new driver's license and health card, and so on. Then he imagined how amazing he would feel if he opened the car door and there it was. And the opposite, imagining opening the door with great anticipation, and then after a frantic search it not being there, and that sinking feeling.

Not being a religious man, he did however start "making deals" with The Universe.

One thing he had been thinking about recently (unbeknownst to me) was asking me to take him out on a humiliating shopping experience looking for a babydoll nightie. We had just done the pants shopping thing, and that got him thinking about it. However, he had decided against asking me to do it. It was just too humiliating. Did he really need that in his life? What if he was recognized? So he had talked himself out of it.

As he was walking back to the car to look for his wallet, he decided on the deal he would make with The Universe. If only his wallet was there in the car, he would ask me to take him shopping for his babydoll nightie. As he says it, his INCREDIBLY STUPID promise.

Well, sure enough, the wallet was there. Not in the door pocket, but rather on the driver's seat car floor, just ready to spill out onto the pavement. Very careless! And now to make it right he would have to subject himself to that incredibly humiliating shopping experience.

He told me this whole story when we both got home. No time like the present, I said. Wouldn't want The Universe getting mad at my dumb bunny hubby by putting it off.

But first... across my knee for a bit of a comeuppance with the hairbrush. I gave him a good scolding for his carelessness as I spanked his bare bottom rosy. Across my knee we developed a new method for what he would do each and every time he got his wallet out to pay for parking. It involved putting it away in the right place. And then checking one more time it was put away in the right place before driving off. I made him repeat the steps of his new method to me as I reinforced the lesson into his naughty bare backside with my hairbrush. Some males can just be so dense and they need the fanny pain to help them to remember ;-)

After his well-earned spanking I told him to put on a pair of panties. This pair in fact.

He had promised The Universe a humiliating shopping experience, and I was determined to make sure that happened. I knew he would be trying on nighties, so he needed something that would look cute with them: therefore these panties. I decided that we would go to Addition Elle, a store for the larger woman with a great collection of lingerie. We had gone to one previously to buy him panties and we were treated very well. I let him know where we were going and that I would certainly let the salesgirls know he was in panties, and he would be trying on that babydoll with pants off and panties on.  david looked very pained at that announcement, starting to realize what he was in store for.

There was an outlet nearby that we drove to quickly.

I took him by the hand and we went right on in towards the lingerie area.

How embarrassing must this be for my husband? Going into an "inner sanctum" like this and knowing we were there for him and would be making no bones about it. I myself was feeling a bit nervous as well. I always am nervous, fearing that we would not get a good reception, or that I would offend the sales help.

It was one of their smaller stores and was quite empty. The only people there were two employees so far as I could tell. One of them approached us. A young plus sized shorter gal with pale skin and red hair. She asked if she could help us with anything. Another employee was right nearby as well, hanging out behind the counter.

I launched right into it.

"Hi! I hope this is ok. That it doesn't offend you or anything, but we're looking for something for my husband to wear in the bedroom. Something sexy."

She looked a little taken aback by that, but was not mean or anything. Just a bit surprised. She tentatively asked us "what kind of thing are you looking for..." But she did not look comfortable.

"More like sleepwear, or lingerie, but sexy?  Not panties, he has panties. He's wearing a pair right now in fact," I ventured.

This first girl was still looking a bit uncomfortable, and that's when, fortunately, the lady who was behind the counter stepped up and took charge. The first seemed eager enough to yield the floor. This other lady was absolutely gorgeous. He name was Leasa and she looked a lot like this photo.

First she put us right at our ease. She told us not to be worried in the least. They have more guys than we would think coming in and they are always happy to serve them. She was friendly and warm and open. david looked incredibly embarrassed, nonetheless. She saw him blushing and looking down at his feet and she teased, "don't be like that, it's fine, no need to be embarrassed."

"But it's so embarrassing," said david.

"I know it is," she answered with a grin, "but we'll get you through it."

The she went to a rack and pulled down a corset of all things and said "how about this?"

It was a gorgeous Ashley Graham Glamour Corset with matching Dessee thong panty. All glorious white satin and lace. How amazing that she went right for the most humiliating garment possible!

"What do you think, david?" I asked. I could see he wanted it despite the embarrassment of now needing to say so out loud.

"That... that... looks good," he stammered. My little shame slut could not resist agreeing to anything our pretty sales lady suggested!

I also asked about a nightie, and Leasa showed us a few, including things I would characterize more as sexy slips that looked like the below.

I asked Leasa how we could know it would fit. Should he just slip it on on here in the store over his clothes?  Leasa said "He can try it on, of course. Let me get you a change room." We followed her into the change room area.

She said she would put us in the larger room so we could go in together and have some fun (!). We went in, david and I, with the corset and the nightie. Leasa closed the door on us. The walls were high, but there was space above so that everything we said could definitely be heard.

"Ok, david, take off your clothes," I said in a strong voice. "Leave your panties on". This was definitely overheard by Leasa.

"Let's try your nightie first." I helped david to slip it on over his head. He was dressed in nothing underneath except his polka dot and lace panties and had become erect, pushing out the front of his panties, his cock and balls clearly outlined.

"How's everything? Does it fit?" asked Leasa from outside the door.

david opined that it did not fit that well. The 1x was bit tight around his middle. I opened the door and invited Leasa in for her opinion. david practically died and cowered in the corner as Leasa walked in. I made him step out and pulled at the material at his midsection to show her.

"A bit tight," she agreed. She approached david, "may I just double check?" and she reached for the back of the neck to confirm the size. "It's a 1x. I think he needs a 2x." She left to go fetch some, closing the door behind her as she left.

david was in shock. Ha ha! There he was in nothing but a humiliating pair of panties and a very short and sexy slip in front of a complete stranger. The bright pink of the panties poked out every time he moved in stark contrast to the black satin of the sexy slip. The Universe was starting to exact its payment, for sure.

I told david he should try on the corset. I took the slip off him and we stuffed him into his corset. It had a dozen or so metal clasps at the front. Between the two of us we were able to get it on, though it was a tight squeeze. Surprisingly, once we saw it was on, we realized that the fit was just perfect and gave his body a nice curvy appearance which was quite womanly, including large breasts. The breast cups were sufficiently stiff and supportive that they held their shape without any help. Oh my gosh but he was adorable in it! He put on the white thong panty as well, on top of his pink panty.

Leasa came back with a whole bunch of nighties, and draped them all across the top of the doorway.

"The corset is perfect," I called out to her. "We're definitely taking that!" I couldn't wait to show Leasa david in the corset she had picked out, but decided to leave that for the end. We still had nighties to try on. We tried on several of the nighties / slips, but a black satin and lace slip in 2x looked sexiest by far. I opened the door and invited Leasa back in to have a look. david had the nightie now over his corset.

"That looks like a good fit," said Leasa.

"The corset too," said david. It was clear he had it on under his nightie because of the white bra cups just poking out the top, and his shapely shape. I thought we should give Leasa a preview.

"Lift up the bottom of your slip," I told david, "let Leasa see."

david lifted the front up to his waist to show the bottom of his corset and his dual panties, white satin over pink polka dot. He was erect and the panties held his cock up against his abdomen. But the outline of his cock and balls were clearly visible through the shear material of the panty.

"Very Nice!" said Leasa, in reference to his corset or to his package, I'm not quite sure. Not a gal to be intimidated in the least. david, of course, was very humiliated to be forced to display his current state of sexual arousal at being dressed en femme to this strange lady.

Leasa left again with some of our discards to put away. I took the nightie off from david's head but left him in the corset for now.

"Leasa, you have to come see the full effect!" I called out to her.

She popped back in and now got to see david in his full glory wearing only his corset and panties. He looked so exposed like that in his panty and with a corset that slimmed his waist, broadened his hips, and made him look like he had large feminine breasts.

I made him turn to show it to Leasa from the back. The evidence of his earlier hairbrush spanking was still quite clear to see exposed beneath his cheeky pink panty. Leasa didn't comment on it, but it was clear as day that he had been spanked, and spanked soundly, before coming here. I made him turn back around to face us. "Your cheeks are blushing," I told him. The comment applied equally to his face and to his butt!

"He's really rocking that," she said, referring to his corset. "I'm envious. He wears it better than me."

"She is rocking it," I agreed, emphasizing my use of the feminine pronoun. As I said this I stepped behind him and gave him a big open-handed whack to the seat of his panties. That made david jump and blush furiously in front of Leasa, and become ever more erect under his panty. She had a big smile on her face. It's lovely to "turn the tables like this" and sexually objectify a male with pretty lingerie and a smack to his shapely seat.

The corset has stocking stays, so of course we needed some stockings. "We need stockings with these," I told Leasa. I followed her out to the stocking area. "You stay there," I told david, leaving the change room door wide open. david again found his corner away from the door and cowered in it, not thinking he was allowed to shut the door if I hadn't. Smart boy. Saved himself a licking!

Leasa and I selected a black stay-up stocking with lace at the tops. We would both have preferred white but they were all out.

We went back into the change rooms and I finally allowed david to re-dress in his boy's clothes (except for his panties, of course). I then handed david all his selections and told him that he needed to go and pay for them now.

As Leasa took her time ringing up his purchases we exchanged a bit of banter between the three of us. david turned to me and hugged me and said "thank you so much for doing this for me!"

Leasa volunteered that she thought david looked really sexy in these things.

"Well I'm going to take him right home, dress him up, and ravish him," I said.

"Will you give me a spanking too in my girl's clothes?" asked david, softly, hopefully, blushing. The shame slut!

"Another one? Of course I will, sweetie, right across my knee. I won't even need to pull down that sexy thong, though I might anyways," I responded devilishly. "You're going to have such a red little bottom, even redder than it is now," I added.

"You guys sound like you're going to have a fun evening!" Said Leasa. "My evening is going home and watching Netflix."

I was of course tempted to invite her over after work, given that remark. But something about the way she was interacting with us made me think she was fine with a married couple getting it on, but that suggesting she be a part of it would not necessarily be welcomed. I certainly didn't want to spoil the experience at this stage.

"Thank you so much for being so much fun and being so accommodating," I said instead to Leasa.

"No problem at all," she said. "We're really open and inclusive of everything here," she added. "Were you ok with it?" she asked my david.

"Yeah, but it was embarrassing," replied david.

"But you wouldn't do it if you didn't like it, right?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am" said david to her.

"Next time we'll have to get you into a bra," she said. Oh my gosh, I think she knew all about what cross-dressers want!

Leasa had a fun smirk on her face as I again took david by the hand and led him out of the store to be dressed up, spanked again, and thoroughly ravished.

Here is the full ensemble we bought for david.

david allowed me to take some "private" photos of him to share with Sue. Aren't those legs pretty!

Someone's gettin' paddled!

And here is my husband after I further reddened his cheeks across my knee as promised.
The spots are what happens when you give a paddling on top of another, apparently.
My but how he kicked those pretty stockinged legs and hollered.
Doesn't the lingerie frame the target area perfectly?