Saturday, April 28

Premie Training Time

As I mentioned in my last post, david's premature ejaculation issue, my husband has been a premature ejaculator, or "premie" as I will now start calling him during training, for quite some time now; and it is time he faced up to his problem. I am planning on putting him through a strict and embarrassing training regime in front of my sister Sue (assuming she agrees).

I thought it would be more meaningful to him if his training regime was well established before it is witnessed by my sister. As a result, I broached the subject of his training this evening.

The reason I chose to do it in this order is that I want the full magnitude of it to hit him all at once when Sue is in the room and I tell him that she has been made aware of his problem, and that due to his poor progress to-date, I have decided he will be punished by being trained in front of her today. When I say that, I want him to know exactly what "training" implies, having gone through it a couple of times at least.

I gave it a lot of thought beforehand, exactly what my "training program" would be like, and even wrote it down and edited it a few times. Such a stickler I am. But hey, attention to detail, right? It's my forte. Rather than tell you all about it, I thought I'd explain it the way he heard it.

I sat him down on the couch, and said I wanted to talk about his premature ejaculation problem. He was extraordinarily sheepish and humiliated about the whole thing. I pretended I wasn't playing. Rather, I convinced him that it was affecting me more than I let on, and I wanted to talk about what we could do about it, together.

"I thought you didn't mind so much?" he said.

"I try not to baby, but yeah, I do mind." I answered. He looked a little sad at that. "But don't worry," I told him to perk him up, "I've been reading about some ideas we can try, and they seem to be very effective, so I'm sure that if we tackle it together, before long you'll be giving it to me nice and hard and for a long long time."

Seeing his face still sad, I thought I'd better quickly repair some ego bruising. "But your mouth and touch are the best, baby, better than anybody else's, and that's most important. I love your tongue on my tits, and my pussy, and my ass. I cum so hard for you. Harder than anybody else ever. It's just I miss the other thing a teeny tiny bit too, and so I want you to try with me, ok?" As I said this, I rubbed him through his pants and pressed my breasts up against his arm, my hot breath in his ear. How could he refuse? I was hoping my touching would subtly remind him of the time he disgraced himself into his underpants when he was in high-school when his pretty date touched him the same way.

"ok" he said. "how does it work?"

I told him that I was surfing the Internet today doing a search on premature ejaculation and happened on a support group for wives whose husbands suffered from his problem. I told him there were many great ideas for how to deal with the problem that had proven to be very effective for them, and maybe they would be for us also. They were all based on gradually extending his staying power. I told him I would be taking a mixture of the best ideas, adding some of my own based on our particular lifestyle (and gave him a wink), and creating a little training program for him that he might even enjoy.

I said that he would be using his hand on himself, lubed and vigorous, and I would be timing. Each day he would rub himself without cumming for more and more time. I would increase the challenge by adding things that turn him on, like dirty talk, light spanks on his ass, a sexy peek-a-boo from me, or having him hold toys inside his bumhole. "Doesn't that sound like fun?" I asked him.

"What if I can't make it?" he asked.

I told him that if he thinks he's going to cum, he can ask my permission to stop rubbing. If I think he's done enough, I'll let him stop for ten seconds, hands at his sides, to regain his composure, and then we'll start from the beginning again. If it's really bad, he can ask me to clamp him with my hand at the base of his cock. But each time he stops, I'll add up the seconds he had left, and at the end he'll get a paddling with my hairbrush for as many strokes as all the seconds remaining. If he needed a clamping, the seconds would be doubled. I told him that spanking was my own idea. He could have guessed that, he said.

"But what if I really can't make it?" he asked, looking nervous but knowing the answer before I even spoke it.

I told him that the whole idea was that he control himself. If he can't: it's the strap. david groaned at that. He knows a strapping from my leather tawse is no laughing matter (see my post Strapped! from back in November).


"Nooooo..." he whined at me.

"And whatever comes out," I told him, "you'll be holding in your mouth during your strapping without swallowing. Afterwards you'll spit it out into the sink, and it better all be there, or else!"

As an afterthought, I also told him that he should expect teasing from me about his problem during his training, but at no other time. I said that one of the wives on the newsgroup suggested that if hubby is made to feel embarrassed and inadequate every time we train, it will motivate him to change. I told him that being domme, I enjoy teasing him, so he should expect that and not take it so personally. But outside of training, I would stroke his ego (amongst other things) not worrying about or commenting on his staying power at all.

I asked if he agreed to all of that and he said he did. Even though he is embarrassed by his problem, the training regime is designed to be something that appeals to his subby nature.

Of course, he has no idea that my plan is to have Sue witness the training. For now, he believes it is strictly between he and I. Poor naive baby. Having Sue there will really freak him out, as he is so embarrassed and guarded about his premie problem.

I told david that his training sessions will be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (nights we are both generally home). He was expecting a training session right then and there, but I thought I'd let him stew on it over the weekend instead. I'll try to get Sue interested in witnessing, and line her up for Friday if she's free and willing.

Aren't I just soooo naughty???

Friday, April 27

david's premature ejaculation issue

I have not mentioned it previously in my blog, as it has not been relevant up until now, but I'm afraid I must confess that my husband david has a "little issue". Yes, he is a premature ejaculator.


He would die of embarrassment if he knew I was posting about his little issue (and/or get sooo mad at me!). Honey, if you ever find my blog, well, the truth hurts, baby, and it's time you face up to it.

It's gotten better as he has gotten older, but he has told me stories about when he was a teenager. He was necking with a first-date girlfriend on a sofa, fully dressed, she touched him down there over his pants, and he ejaculated into his undies and she knew it! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!


With me, he has always been quick on the trigger, but I did not notice it as being much of a problem as he has developed some coping mechanisms, the chief of which is an excellent tonguing technique which he was always quick to get to and eager to stay on. In the early days, he also had special thick condoms he used. He was still no champ, but I don't cum "in the regular way", from vaginal intercourse, so it's not that important to me. However, like most women, I do enjoy a good hard fucking from time to time, and that is a challenge for him.

Since we've been married he's learnt to control it better even when "bare back". However, what that translates into is him needing to stop thrusting and say his times-tables mid intercourse. With oral, I use a bit of teeth to control him. Very effective! When I hand job him I have to watch for the signs, and stop before he goes too far, or clamp down on the base without moving or saying anything until he subsides. On the plus side, I can get him off with practically only a sexy look and a hint of my breast!

Absolutely nobody (outside his former girlfriends and I, I suppose) knows about his little premie problem. Not even my sister Sue knows. But I think that's about to change...

It's high time he took some responsibility for his problems, and I think an embarrassing and strict training regimen in front of my sister will help him to do that.

I hope Sue agrees with me. I'll keep you posted.

Saturday, April 21

Punished in front of Chloe

As I wrote in my last couple of posts (A New Project! and Framing david), earlier today my friend Chloe came over to install Website monitoring software, ostensibly so that I could control david's pornography habit and have him become a more attentive husband in the sack.Well she came over earlier today and it was an intense experience. Not kinky in any overt way, but deeply embarrassing for david. I got a very nervous and serious reaction from Chloe, which I was not expecting, but I am 100% sure she believed it was all "for real". I'm quite sure she will never develop into a playmate for david and I, regrettably, but this experience, as I said, was very intense.

When Chloe rang the doorbell right on time, david was at home and I had him answer the door. He had not seen Chloe for years, and they awkwardly said hello to one another. I am sure it was all made much more awkward given her mission.

I came a few seconds later to rescue the situation. I greeted Chloe, thanked her for coming, and told david that Chloe was going to help me with some computer matters. He asked if there was anything wrong with the computer, and I said not to worry about it, we’ll take care of it. I also told him he should wait downstairs for us to finish up and then we would call him up.

I was already acting a bit dominant for Chloe's benefit, ordering david around, telling him what to do and where to be. Given what Chloe and I were there to do, I thought it appropriate. Certainly Chloe made no comment.

I took Chloe up to the study where the computer is. It's a Windows computer and we have it set up with a separate user account for david and for I. Chloe had me login as myself. She then went to a web site selling a software product called "Net Nanny" (Ha Ha!).

Don't you love their little logo?
What is that she is holding anyways????
A little whip you think? An enema hose? 

She had me use my credit card to buy it, and she downloaded and installed it for me. As she set it up, I had to type a password that is used to access the reports. Chloe asked if I wanted to just monitor him, or if I wanted to stop him from going to sites the software considers to be inappropriate sites?

It was so funny talking about david as if he was a misbehaving child! Chloe was completely deadpan and "professional" about the whole thing. It was all I could do to keep a straight face, but I succeeded. I told her that he had told me he was going to stop, and I wanted to put him to the test, so just monitoring was what I wanted. How humiliating for him, and he wasn't even in the room yet. I felt empowered!

Chloe surfed to a few sites, then she showed me how to bring up the software and get reports on web activity. First you have to access the software using the special password I setup (so david can't snoop on me!).


In the report you can look for specific people and specific categories, such as "pornography". When you click on an entry in the report, it brings up the browser right to that site so that you can see what your naughty little boy is looking at, and punish accordingly.


I asked Chloe if there was any way around the software and if I was safe from him snooping on me?

She warned me that nothing is perfectly safe that way, but that there are some additional precautions that one can take. She went to the "Users" in Windows and pointed out that david is an "Administrator" and therefore it was a fairly straightforward thing for him to be able to get into my account and/or mess with the Net Nanny. Can’t have that!

She also pointed out that david's account had no password set, and that was very insecure. It meant anybody can get into the computer and snoop on me! Let that be a warning to all of you. And I thought that at least I was safe because I have a password on my account. Guess not. Stupid Windows. And I was so proud of myself that I knew my way around computers and was just "playing dumb" for Chloe's sake. Not so much!

She said she could set a password on his account right then and there and that if I wanted she could change his account to a less powerful account where it would be harder for him to snoop on me. She said the downside was that if he wanted to install anything on the computer he would have to call me to type in my password. That sounded just fine! I like control wherever I can get it.

So I insisted she change him to the more subby kind of user, which she did. Then she suggested we add a password to his account. I agreed, and she asked me what the password should be. What an opportunity. Heaven sent! I thought a bit and then told her to set it to "masturbator". She guffawed (the first crack in her professional demeanour so far) and asked me how to spell that. Perfect!

I asked Chloe if it was ok if we called david up and she explained to him the changes she made to the computer. She looked a little dubious, so I just hurried up and called him up from downstairs with a big shout. I'm not sure she was expecting this.

When he came into the study I explained that Chloe had made some changes to the computer to make it more secure, and that she had added a program that gives me a report of all the web sites that he visits. david blushed and looked awkward and said "you don't need that, honey".

I answered him that "Oh, I think I do. Knowing I'm watching might help cure you of some bad habits, wouldn’t you say?"

Chloe sat there at the computer saying nothing, not moving at all, and not making eye contact. Probably wishing she was anywhere but there. I think she was more embarrassed than david was! I actually enjoyed that. I am sooo bad!

"Chloe," I said, "why don’t you explain to david the changes you've made to the computer."

She went into "professional mode" and explained about the less powerful type of user david now was and what that meant, and that she had set a password on his account (for security reasons) and that he should ask me for it later (Ha Ha!). She also said that she put a program on the computer to monitor website usage, and that I could show him how it worked (why should I do that???).

I asked Chloe, "What was the name of that program we bought again?"

"Net Nanny" she said, totally deadpan again.

"Of yes," I said, "Net Nanny. Very appropriate, don’t you think, david?"


It was all great so far. Very mortifying for poor david. But I was not nearly done with him yet!

"You were up quite late last night, weren't you, david?" I asked him. "You certainly weren't in bed with me, anyways. What were you up to exactly?"

"Just reading, sweetie." He said.

"Yes, but reading what? Or was it looking at pictures or videos?" I asked him. Then I turned to Chloe. "Chloe," I said, "can Net Nanny tell me if he was on the computer last night, and what he may have been doing if he was?"

"No," she said, still looking very uncomfortable, "It only records things starting from now."

"Too bad. Is there no way to tell what he was up to last night?" I asked, hoping she would bring up browser history. "No way at all?" I wheedled her.

I think Chloe's geekiness got the best of her, and she finally blurted out "well, if he didn’t clear his browser history…"

"Browser history," I said, "that's very interesting. Will that show me what he may have been up to last night."

She said it might, and gave some additional computery caveats.

"Can you show me his Browser History?" I asked.

She said she first needed to login as him.

I told david to go the keyboard and login.

"He doesn’t know his password." Chloe reminded me.

"I'll tell him what it is." I said.

Chloe and david changed places, and david used the mouse to point at his name on the start screen, clicked, and was then faced with the password box.

"We really don't need to do this, honey," david said. "I think I do remember going on the computer a bit last night."

"So your story is changing, now is it?" I said. "I think we definitely need to see what you were up to last night. Log in. Now!"

"Please…" said david.

"Now! Not another word from you. And if Chloe and I see what I think we're going to see. And after you promised you wouldn't, and even LIED to me just now about using the computer at all, well you will be in BIG TROUBLE, mister! Now login!"

"I need the password…" david said meakly.

Your password is "MASTURBATOR" I said, very distinctly, "M - A - S - T - U - R - B - A - T - O - R".

Chloe just stood there, trying to disappear. david also. Even though we all do it, it is still very embarrassing to be "called out" as a masturbator in polite society. david was definitely being called out for that today, and in front of a woman he barely knows.

If the humiliation of having his computer use curtailed by his wife and monitored using something called Net Nanny was his first punishment, logging in with that password in front of Chloe was definitely a step up. There was now no doubt he was being punished, and being punished in front of Chloe.

Once david was logged in, I asked Chloe to take over again to show us this Browser History, so they changed places again.

"What browser do you use?" she asked.

"That one," said david, pointing at the blue 'e' at the bottom of the screen.

Chloe clicked on it, pushed a few buttons, and brought up the vaunted browser history.

"Here's everything from midnight on, said Chloe.

david actually had no clue what was going to come up, but suspected the worst. As I mentioned on my last post, I had surfed "as him" last night, and seeded his history with these choice little pre-selected and very incriminating and humiliating sites!
"Oh My God!" I said. "Anal Sex? Teen Panties? XXX Teens Pussy? I don’t think there's any need for you to open those, Chloe, I think I have a pretty good idea what they are. Teenagers, david? How old are these teenagers you look at?"

"They're all legal. 19 at least…" said david.

"Oh well. Nineteen years old. I suppose that's just fine then for you to be looking at them naked, performing God knows what sex acts!" I said very sarcastically.

"I should go now." Chloe said, standing up from the computer.

"Wait just a minute, Chloe, I'll see you out." I needed Chloe to stay just another minute. It helped that I was between her and the door so there was no easy exit for her!

Then turning back to david, "You lied to me! You were in here jerking off instead of coming to bed with me. Again! And after you promised you wouldn't."

"I'm sorry, honey," said david, "it won’t happen again, I promise."

"Damned right it won’t happen again!" I said. "Sit down. Take a pad of paper and a pen. Now write down what I say."

david sat and got the pad and pen that were sitting on the desk already (wasn't that convenient!)

"I really should go now," repeated Chloe.

"Please," I said turning to her, "I really need somebody to talk to just now. I won’t be another minute taking care of HIM."

Yikes. I couldn’t hold her here much longer. I needed to do this quickly.

Turning back to david, "Write this down." I dictated: "I am a liar and a cheater who looks at Internet pornography and rubs my penis until it spurts. If I am caught doing it again, my marriage will be over."

I had to repeat certain phrases a couple of times before he got it all down correctly.

"Please honey!" begged david.

"I am dead serious. If you lie to me about this again, it's over." I told him. "Now write that out 500 times so that the message will sink in, and don’t you dare stop until you've finished every last line. And then you better crawl to me on your hands and knees and beg my forgiveness, and then I'll decide whether or not we still have a marriage."

"Come on Chloe," I said, "I need a drink."

We left david, in shock and in the study, carefully writing out his punishment lines.

So that was my planned punishment: Line Writing. I thought it would be safest with Chloe there. Sorry if I disappointed any readers by not baring him and spanking him, or making him jerk off in front of Chloe, but I didn't think those things would be practical, alas. As it was, I barely got her to stay for the line writing punishment!
In case you are wondering, yes I was inspired by my pervy little pen pal daniel who gets off on writing lines - I got off on giving him lines to write - you can read all about it in my Lines from daniel post.
How humiliating is it to be sentenced to lines by your wife in front of another woman? And how humiliating that his lines include the words "who looks at Internet pornography and rubs my penis until it spurts", which by the way he actually does do in real life, the naughty little masturbator. And 500 of that whopper is a punishment! He would be at it for hours if I weren't to stop him.

And just so you guys know, I am not serious about any of that. I love david and would never leave him over his masturbation. I don't actually care if he surfs porn. I WRITE porn after all on this blog! I was acting so furious, and really got so much into my part, that I scared him and Chloe both. In point of fact, I really did need that drink to calm down.

But even though it's not a bare butt spanking, it's still pretty humiliating, don't you think? Can you think of anything much more humiliating for a grown man than that? Part of his humiliation was that he was being forced to do it under penalty of being kicked out of the house. A "real man" would likely say "fuck you!" to his bossy woman and storm out. My little man meekly sat down to write lines. Ha Ha!

Chloe and I descended the stairs and I immediately apologized to her for having to witness that. I explained that when I saw that porn I just lost it, because we had discussed it several times in the past already and he consistently lied to me on the issue, and this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Then I managed to conjure up some real tears (a skill I acquired as a teenager!), and said "and we haven’t made love for a month!"

Chloe looked very awkward at all that.

I dried my tears and asked her if she thought I got carried away? She said that yeah, I was a bit over the top.

I thought for a bit and said, "I guess you're right. But he's still going to write out those lines. I mean, I am sick of him acting like a child, promising one thing and then cheating like that. If he wants to act like a child, then I'll treat him like one. And if his hand is sore afterwards, well, I guess the punishment fits the crime."

Chloe was thinking something else. "Maybe you guys need some help? Like a marriage counsellor maybe?" she volunteered.

Oops! I guess I was a bit too convincing. That was like a bucket of cold water in the face. I thought I better back off and close things down. Thoughts of nudity, and forced masturbation, and spankings instantly left my mind.

"You’re right." I said, feeling the need to salvage the situation. "We should do something like that. Thank you for that. Thank you for caring."

I apologized again for dragging her into my problems, and asked her to please, please not repeat anything she saw today to anybody. She promised she wouldn’t. I thanked her again for coming and asked if she wanted to stay for that drink.

"No," Chloe said, "You better take care of things here. Maybe talk things out a bit with your husband? I'll speak to you later. I have to go anyway. Another thing I have to do..." And she wasted no time making herself scarce.

Poor dear. Sorry Chloe!

After she left I went up to see david, who was still scribbling out his lines. He looked up at me, put down the pen when he saw I was alone and smiling, and said "holy shit." Literally!

I decided I couldn’t let Chloe's super vanilla reaction dampen the experience for him, so I didn’t mention what the conversation was downstairs about the marriage counsellor and her reaction. Instead, I said, "I want you to tell me how you felt about that, but I want you to tell me over my knee." I took him over to the couch, pulled down his pants and undies, and lay him across my lap. Then I started hand-spanking him gently and quizzing him on his reactions. I needed to think about repairing the damage with Chloe, but I would do that later, right now I wanted him (and me) to have a proper end to this amazing scene.

He said it was incredibly scary and incredibly humiliating, especially because Chloe was so embarrassed by the whole thing as well. He said I am very, very scary when I get like that, and he promised to never, ever cross me. Ha Ha!

I asked him if it turned him on? He admitted that it was incredibly exciting to be humiliated by me like that in front of another woman. What a shame artist he is!

"Go get the baby oil." I told him. He ran off to do that, and came back starkers with a big grin, as I wanted him to be. I made him lie back down on the couch, face up across my lap. I rubbed the baby oil on his cock and balls and continued by squeezing his balls and pumping his cock.

As I hand-jobbed him, I looked him in the eye and reminded him that Chloe now knows what a naughty masturbator he is. I also reminded him that she now knows what a pussy-whipped little bitch he is, and how he is subject to his wife's strict discipline or else being thrown out on his ass. As he started to moan and tense I backed off the speed.

I told him we would be having Chloe over for dinner soon, and we would announce that we solved our little marital problem. When temptation got the best of him, Net Nanny would tell me, and he would have to take his pants down and bend over the back of the sofa for a hard dose of the strap on his bare bottom. Maybe I'll even let her watch you get the strap, or strap you herself if she wants (not likely, I know, but david didn’t know that at the time.) He started getting close again, and again I backed off. He's so easy!

Then I told him that I would tell Chloe that furthermore, whatever sex acts Net Nanny told me he was watching, he would have to receive those same sex acts from me. If he liked watching teens in panties, he would be put in panties. If he likes watching them get face fucked, he would get face fucked. If he liked watching those teen sluts take it up the ass, then he would have to take it hard up the ass as I admired the strap-marks on his well-beaten bum. I would make sure Chloe knew all about that, and see if maybe she's always wanted the chance to do that to a man herself.


My man could take no more, and he positively geysered a stream of cum all up and down his chest as I milked every last drop out of him as he thought about his humiliation in front of Chloe, and what more might still come.

  

Then I stripped, put him on his back on the couch, and mounted his head, pushing my pussy into his mouth. "Lick!" I ordered him. He had to lick me all limp-dicked and cum covered, with my pussy grinding into his face, which I know he finds extra humiliating and I find extra hot. I came about three times in a row because I can really control the pace while riding on top like that.


A wonderful experience, though I will have to nurture my friendship with Chloe a little bit back into good shape. From her reactions I doubt she will ever be a candidate playmate, but who knows?

As for the Net Nanny, I think I will keep her around as a faithful companion, and make a rule for david that he must always ask my permission on each occasion he wishes to look at porn. If he forgets and Net Nanny and I catch him, or if he looks at something I think he might need to be punished for, then that will be grounds for a strapping, and perhaps even an embarrassing red-bottomed, cum swallowing, masturbation show in front of my sister and I (as Mark and Cleo are intending to do, see their Truth And Consequences series of posts).

Anyways, it was fun, and I don't feel that bad about Chloe. She needs to loosen up big time!

Thursday, April 19

Framing david

On Saturday my friend Chloe will come over to rig up our computer with some Website monitoring software so I can keep my eye on david's dirty little fictional Internet porn habit.

As I mentioned in my previous post, A New Project!, I had met up with an old friend of mine, Chloe, who is now an IT Manager. Over dinner she mentioned the Internet monitoring software they have at work, and the nasty things they catch employees surfing. On a flier I said I wished I had software like that at home to monitor david. A bit to my surprise, Chloe offered to come by and setup the "home version" for me.

Right afterwards, I went home, blogged about it, and started plotting. You know me. Too good an opportunity to practice "my performance art" to pass on!

Earlier this week I told david about my plans and briefed him on how I wanted it to play out. The scenario will be that he is neglecting me in the bedroom because of his Internet porn habit. We had talked about it and he had promised to stop, but I suspected he is lying to me and has not. Chloe is coming by to help me monitor his Internet usage. When she is here, he should expect anything and go with it. If he puts up a bit of a fight and lies some more, that would be fun for me. I will basically eventually force him to be submissive to me by threatening to kick him out.

I was quick to reassure him that I would only be play acting, and that other than him sleeping with another woman without my permission, there was nothing so bad he could ever do that I would ever kick him out. If it's a really, really bad thing, I told him, he would have to endure a really, really serious ass whipping, and then we would have to see. He promised that he would take his ass whipping like a good boy it if it ever came to that so he could stay with me. I love him so much!

I know that david really gets off on me shaming him in front of other women, and I really wanted to give him that gift. He was definitely a bit unsure about it, concerned if we could trust Chloe not to tell anybody we knew. I told him he needed to trust me, and leave it all to me. Fortunately, his horniness won the day and he allowed it to proceed. Yipee! Green light with the boy!

[And no, I'm not that dommie that I would do something like this without him agreeing, sorry to burst anybody's fantasy bubble!]

I won him over by convincing him that all Chloe would really be able to talk about was that he is a) pussy whipped, and that he b) masturbates to vanilla Internet porn. All our friends know all about a), and none would be very surprised about b) given that he is a male after all. I also told him that I would act the part of a distraught wife totally losing her shit, and then later I would let it all out with Chloe, apologize for losing it, and beg her to please not tell anybody. I'm pretty sure she'll keep it between us because she's a good egg.

Chloe has no idea. If everything goes according to plan, she will think that it's all legit. I am a little troubled by the ethics of this. We will be basically setting her up and "using her" for our kinky little thrills. But heck, what are friends for? I'm sure Chloe's life needs a little spicing up, I mean whose doesn't? What tips the balance for me is that I ask if the roles were reversed, and the truth came out, would I feel hurt at all? Hells no! I would love it! Even if it was a setup on me. Of course, I'm special. Maybe she is too, who knows? As Sarah, one of my commenters put it, I might find Chloe to be kinkier than I think.

A quick note to Chloe, if you ever stumble onto my blog and are reading this, and recognize yourself and the little drama we are about to play out, then please know I did it because I hoped you will have some fun and a life experience unique and unlikely to be ever repeated. And, perhaps, we might even become playmates? But I apologize in advance for deceiving you like this and thank you for helping our dirty little kinky scene to come true for us. Oh, and please don't mention it to anybody we know or who knows us. Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I know I can trust you, even if you think I am a lying deceitful bitch.

Well on with the show.

Chloe is coming to install the monitoring software. But when she's here I'm going to naively ask her if the software can tell what he was up to the night before? Yes, I know, I'm actually pretty smart with computers, and I know the monitoring software won't be able to do that. But then I'll ask her if she can think of any way at all to help me find out what he was up to? I'm pretty sure she will venture the browser history which I will pretend to be totally ignorant about. Then I'll get her to show me how to do that while we're under his user (which has no password, what a dumbass my boy is!).

In the meantime, I have been amusing myself by going in as him and "seeding" his browser history with porn sites. Heh Heh!

I have decided that david will have a particular weakness for nineteen-year-old pussy. I think "teenandpanties.com" and "xxxteenpussy.com" should do nicely. That last one has quite a bit of anal (those poor little nineteen-year-olds with those great big cocks shoved up into them!). To make the point I'll throw in "analsex.com" so she can see from the website address without having to click through.

Here is what it looks like. Avert your eyes for a moment, boys...


What do you think? Two mature, thirty-something professional women, discovering that my husband has been jerking off to images like that? I guarantee you that I will make him feel no more than ten inches tall once I'm through scolding him in front of Chloe. And then his punishment will be...? ? ?

I guess you will have to tune in late Saturday to find out! Ha Ha!

Wish me luck!


Monday, April 16

A New Project!

I was out on Saturday with an old friend of mine whom I shall call Chloe because I don't want to use her real name here, and for reasons that will become clear.

Chloe just moved back into town. In fact she was one of my bridesmaids when david and I married. She is now an IT manager at a large company. She is a total computer geek. If you need an image in your head, you're not far off picturing the geeky girl Chloe from the TV show 24. She even acts like her, and we used to tease her about it. That's why I picked 'Chloe' to represent her name on my blog.


We had a nice dinner and more than a few glasses of wine. david was not with us. One of the amusing things Chloe talked about was the monitors they have at the company on the Internet. She says that they enforce their "Acceptable Use Policy" by making a report of employees who surf porn and giving it to their managers. Wow! I am sure going to be very careful at work!

Now, it so happens david surfing porn is upper-most in my thoughts because of the porn-related dare I put together for Mark and Cleo over on their blog. Following their lead, I was going to do something similar to what they are proposing, but with david and Sue.

Well the opportunity was just too much there (and I likely had just too much wine as well), but I rather saucily commented that I wished I had one of those porn-reports for david.

I meant it as a joke, but Chloe took me seriously (she does that, I should have known) and said that if it was a problem there are "home versions" of such systems that she could install for me and show me how to use. She was totally dead serious. Oops! Oh well, I thought I would go with the flow (you know me...).

I was equally serious with her and said it was becoming a bit of a problem, and it was affecting our relationship (pure lie - sorry Chloe!). And God knows what he's looking at, or who he may be communicating with? I told her I had confronted him with it, and he had promised to stop, but that I did not believe that he had, but had no way of proving it. More lies. Why am I sooo bad???

She will come over next Saturday to set it up. Can't you imagine having her sit at the computer and set it all up, and then me bringing david in front of her and explaining to him how thanks to Chloe I will now be watching what he surfs. Delicious humiliation for my little man, don't you think?

Though I don't think Chloe is a suitable candidate for my broader fun and games, I will be sure to really humble david in front of her, and I am determined to mention the word "spanking" at least once during the course of things!

Saturday, April 14

Lines from daniel

The other day I received an e-mail request out of the blue from a very bad boy named daniel. I decided I would fulfil his request provided I could blog all about it, and humiliate him in the process (which little daniel will no doubt enjoy greatly). Here is his e-mail.
My name is Daniel I am 40 years old [...]. I have been fascinated that you discipline by spanking, and I simply had to ask you if you would discipline me by making me write lines. [...] I really need this punishment Miss Julie. [...]Would you think that you can discipline me this way? I would like to have to report to you on a regular basis to get punished if I misbehaved. Also you can set me lines at any time without request from me if you want so.
I [...]'ed the boring parts.

Somewhat pathetic, I know, but how can a girl refuse? He clearly needs some firm disciplining at the hands of a woman such as myself, not afraid to give him the punishment he deserves. A week later, on a Friday, I wrote him back and told him I needed him to write 500 times by Sunday:
I must not ask to be punished by strange women
Fitting, don't you think? Am I not kind? I really don't think that daniel should be writing to me like this behind his lady's back (and that is exactly what he is doing, by the way - hiding in his study pretending to work). But all I can do about it is punish him, so I did.

This is what I got back from him on Sunday.
Hello Ma'am,
thank you so much for responding. Unfortunately I was only able to read your email today 08 April. I am on holiday now so that I cannot write the lines until Sunday. I could only begin on Wednesday, 11 April 2012 if you agree, and I would need three days to finish them. I hope that you can accept this Ma'am. [...]
Imagine, emailing the original "oh I need to be punished so bad!" request and then not being ready to carry it out? He was lucky he wasn't physically near me, or he would have received such a spanking he would not be sitting for a week. I mean, seriously, I would have BLISTERED his backside with my heavy leather strap. Instead of his much deserved spanking, I decided to punish him with even more lines. I wrote back.
Excuses already, daniel?
The count has gone up to 750 and I want them all done by next Saturday evening, or else!
Strict and firm is what bad boys need. He came back with
Hello Ma'am,
what a punishment. 750 lines is really a lot, but I think I should be able to complete them until Saturday. I think this is really mean but not fair, but on the other side I think I should consider myself lucky that I do not have to write 1000 until Sunday. At least I will have some free time on Sunday.
Your naughty,
Daniel
Cry me a river, little boy, He's lucky I didn't increase it to 1000 though pervy little daniel was clearly begging me to. Over the course of the next few days he sent me his lines in increments. Here is page 19 of poor little daniel's line writing punishment. Can't you just see his hand cramping as he neared the end?


I find it to be just too funny, don't you? Poor little daniel, sitting on his tushy, writing, writing, writing, because he so desperately needs a woman to punish him. Really I laugh my head off imagining him sitting there. There was only one problem. As he delivered the lines to me he wrote various complainy messages, such as
Hello Miss Julie,
I managed to write another 200 lines today, lines 401-600, which I send you. This is really true punishment Ma'am. I lose a huge amount of time with a very boring activity, and my hand aches. But on the other hand, I really need to be taught a lesson from time to time. Thank you Ma'am for punishing me.
Daniel
 I got pretty fed up with that, so I wrote him back,
daniel,

I received all your lines, but I must say I am definitely not happy with your attitude towards being punished. In particular, you say

“This is really true punishment Ma'am. I lose a huge amount of time with a very boring activity, and my hand aches.”

Do you think I care about that, daniel? Don’t you dare test me. I am completely capable of having you continue writing that same phrase an additional 1000 times over and we’ll see about aching hands then, won’t we?

Instead, since you seem to have free time on your hands, I would like another 100 lines as follows:

“I am a complainy little bitch who whines like a woman when I am being punished by Mistress Julie”

by the original Saturday deadline, daniel
 
And while I don’t have time now, believe me that I will be checking every last line of your punishment, and if I find you have shirked off, made an error, or are displaying poor penmanship, there will be more lines coming, young man, of an increasingly humiliating nature.
daniel was a good little boy, and wrote back
I'ave leart [sic] my lesson Ma'am; thank you for your guidance Ma'am. I will write my 100 lines and send them to you Ma'am. It would be really humiliating for me if you would post about my lines on you blog and even some lines could be seen.
Well, once again I aim to please, so I am posting daniel's little humiliation for all my blog readers to see.


...

So what do you all make of that? As daniel clearly needs plenty of humiliation, I would encourage you to add some humiliating comments for him to read. If they are too mean I will censor them, because I am sure daniel's ego is very fragile. Oh, and daniel, don't bother commenting, I will silence you on my blog. You may write to me politely and I might choose to pass on some of your words, though I doubt they would be of much interest to anybody.

My personal thoughts on the matter is that daniel is a natural little bitch boy. He desperately needs frequent spanking, feminization, chores, nude corner time, and plenty of women witnessing it. He would no doubt  do a fine job licking a woman's asshole clean as a whistle. I am sure he would look adorable in hose and garter, with his ankles up behind his ears, taking a good hard pegging up the ass from my strap-on dildo. Isn't that so, daniel? Don't you wish you had this up inside you?


Bitch.

Friday, April 6

A Strict Ball Gagging

Sometimes david back-talks me. For example, I say something and then I get a smart-ass comment back. He will almost always get a spanking for his troubles (which is what he wants and why he does it, I know), but sometimes he just keeps bratting and I just want to shut him up. I am thinking of trying something different for next time and would like your thoughts.

I am thinking in particular of a ball gagging for incessant back talk.


What do you guys think? Have any of you spent an extended period of time in a large ball gag? Is it a good punishment? It certainly seems humiliating. Should I give him corner time with it, or have him go about his regular routine at home being forced to wear it? Should he be clothed, naked, or in his undies, like this.


Does anybody have any particularly good brands to recommend? I think I would like a large and uncomfortable one, for sure. How about this large spiky one?


I definitely want the "slobber" factor going.



Really, I just need him shut up and humbled for a couple of hours...



Sunday, April 1

Caught Outside by my Sister

Because of getting through the big three-parter I have not had time to write about some of our other exploits. There have been several. But I think the most interesting for my gentle readers will be the one that involved my sister, Sue, a couple of weeks back.

This time Sue actually approached me. We were talking on the phone and she asked after david's spankings. If you've been following along, you know that's quite a step, as up to now it has been me pushing the pace, and Sue playing the reluctant bride. I grabbed my chance and told her I was just planning on spanking him tomorrow (which I was), and asked if she would like to lend a hand? She said "of course!" quite enthusiastically.

It was unseasonably warm that weekend, and I wanted my back patio cleaned up, so I thought I would make david do it, dressed up in something uncomfortable and embarrassing. The back patio is very private, and there is no chance of him being seen, unless something was arranged of course…

I told Sue what I intended to do, and we planned and plotted a little scene that should make david's day. We agreed she would drop by "unannounced" at 2pm next day (Saturday) and to enter from the gate. She would call out "Hello, anybody there?" when she arrived, disguising her voice a bit, and not identifying herself before she could be seen. When she saw david, dressed in his little outfit, she should scold him for prancing around in a girly outfit outside and give him a spanking. I would be hiding inside, watching, and come out during his spanking.

For david's outfit I chose some stretchy short shorts and a halter top. They were both much too small on him and would look rather ridiculous, which was my idea.

At around 1:30 I told him that it was such a nice day and I wished I could go out on the deck, but that it was such a mess. He didn’t say anything at all to that, just grunted in that male way. Could he play more into my hands? I told him to come over to me and stand in front of me. I could have gone over to him, but that's not the point, is it? He sheepishly walked over. He knew what was coming from my tone. He stood in front of me. I told him to kneel. I hate that he is taller than me in these situations.

I hauled off and gave him a real stinging slap right across his face. "You do not 'grunt' at me, mister, when I tell you there is a chore that needs doing!" I told him, scolding him with my finger as I said it. "yes ma'am" he answered with a delightful little tremor in his voice.


I grabbed him by the ear, and led him upstairs to our bedroom. I undressed him to bare, and made him fetch my hairbrush and setup my spanking chair. Then I took him across my knee and gave him a hundred zingers that roasted his rump to a nice bright red. "You will now go outside and clean up my patio." I informed him. "I'll choose a nice outfit for you."

I got out the short shorts and halter top and made him squeeze himself into them. I got a nice blush from his face as I did that to match the blush on his bottom. "Aw. Not in these honey!" he whined, "Somebody will see!" Wah Wah, cry me a river. Somebody will indeed see, but not accidentally. He looked adorable in his very silly outfit and I laughed. His butt cheeks were hanging out the bottoms and it was clear he had just been well spanked. His midriff was bare and the halter covered his chest like a bra. I told him that after he had cleaned the deck I would be inspecting, and the severity of his next spanking would depend entirely on how good a job he had done.

david had to turn the hose on after the winter, and get the cleaning supplies, but he made it outside in plenty of time for our unannounced visitor at 2:00, but not too soon that he would be finished before she arrived.

I then locked all the doors after he had what he needed outside, and told him he could come back in once the job was done and I had inspected it. He looked so worried, poor dear!

I sat down with a drink and my iPad and watched the proceedings from inside the family room which has a sliding door out onto the deck. I sat in a corner where I still had a good view of the patio, but it was not immediately obvious that I was there from outside.

Sue arrived just as david was bent over cleaning off the patio table with a cloth and some Windex. As per the arrangements, she called out. david froze like a dear in the headlights, and then ran for the door, pounding on it to get my attention. I found out later that he did not know it was Sue! Sucker! I studiously ignored the pounding. Sue kept coming and calling out "Hello? Anybody there?" until she reached the patio.

I guess david was relieved when he saw that it was Sue. Ha Ha!

She went over to him and had the conversation with him where she scolded him for prancing around outside in one of his little girly outfits. She also commented on how she can see he has already been spanked judging by the colour of his butt cheeks hanging out the bottom of his short shorts. She then turned a patio chair around, pulled him over her knee, and gave him another spanking. This was great! After spanking him low down on his bare cheeks, she then peeled the shorts down and spanked his bare bottom. Go Sue!

That's when I thought it would be appropriate for me to come out and say hi. I acted surprised that Sue was there. "Did you know he was out here, prancing around in this little outfit?" she asked me as she spanked. I told her that I did know. That he was being punished. "Oh I guess he was telling the truth then." She said.

I told her not to be concerned and that he needed more than one spanking today for being so lazy about the patio and she should carry right on. "Would you like anything to spank him with?" I asked her. She asked for one of the wooden spoons. I went into the kitchen and brought out the larger of the wooden spoons that Sue had bought david for Christmas and handed it over to her.


Sue was anxious to make up for her last spanking, where she had spanked him pathetically lightly, and then been schooled by watching me spank him good and hard afterwards. She is a bit competitive that way and she looked determined, because she really laid into him with that spoon. It was fun sitting back and watching her give it to my little man like that! She got some excellent reaction from david this time around, combined with a good bit of very vocal begging and pleading, which always warms my heart. "Shhh!" I told him, "The neighbours will hear!"


When Sue decided he had enough, she pulled his shorty shorts back up his legs and let him up. He turned away from us as he adjusted the fronts of his shorts while we laughed at him. We told him to dry off a couple of chairs for us and then to keep cleaning. Sue and I sat as we watched my sexy boy clean the patio furniture in his girly little outfit. Midway we asked him to open a bottle of wine and serve us, which he dutifully did, all red-bottomed and wiggly for our amusement.

As he was bent over pouring, Sue gave him a giant pinch on his exposed lower butt cheek, which got a big "Ouch!" from david and an altogether amusing reaction. He would make a great Hooters girl!


When he was done cleaning to my satisfaction, I brought him over to me, peeled down the front of his shorts and examined his raging hard-on while Sue watched. I grabbed and squeezed him and asked if he was turned on being our little bitch boy? "Yes Ma'am!" he answered. I told him he may go upstairs and jerk off in our bedroom, but that he was to catch his spunk in his hand and then swallow every last drop, because I don't want a mess. Sue laughed. He would then get nicely dressed up and come back down and sit with us. He blushed a few shades of red and scampered off to do as he was told.