Wednesday, December 14

Julie's Belt Licking! (part 1)

So I did it! I got a good hard whipping from Tracy in front of her husband, and a lot more!!!! In case you're new to this adventure, you can pick up the thread from Julie to get the Belt and worse? and the following several blog posts leading up to now.

The evening started at 6pm when Tracy came to get me at my house. Immediately prior I had gotten home from work in just enough time to grab a quick shower and dress casually in my tight blue jeans and loose white blouse. She was also dressed casually in her blue jeans, nice leather boots, and a plaid shirt. She looked hot. A down home country gal ready for a good line dance (she did grow up on a farm). I brought a little red bag with me. It contained my strap-on harness, a "right-sized" dildo for me, and a braided black belt. Tracy did not ask what was in the bag, and I did not offer. I figured I would give it to her to look inside when we got back to her place.

The belt is the nastiest belt we own, that I sometimes use on david's butt to great reaction. It was an act of submission for me to bring the belt I was most scared of!


The strap-on harness was my signal to her that she could use it on me, in front of her husband if she saw fit.


Before we left, Tracy told me there was one thing she needed to do first. She shucked off her coat, took me by the hand to our sofa. She made me lower my jeans and my panties to just below my butt, took me across her knee, and she gave me a light little hand spanking. As she spanked, she told me how much fun we were going to have tonight, and asked if I was going to be a good girl for her and obey her? I breathlessly told her I would be! Then she stood me up and I put myself back together again. "Just wanted to set the tone for the evening," is what she said.

We got our coats and boots on and hopped in her car for the promised shopping expedition and a little dinner out. She asked me if I was excited? I said I definitely was! We made pretty much small talk in the car on the way down. She parked and we got out and started walking. I asked her where we were going and she said only, "you'll see."

We walked into an upscale, smallish Sex Shop!


As soon as we got in, a salesgirl greeted us and asked if she could help us with anything. She was a hot little brunette in slacks. Before I could say "just browsing", Tracy jumped in and said, "why yes, please!" My tummy did a flip.

"Can you advise us on a really nice vibrator for my girl here?" Oh my gosh. I was feeling very lezzy just then!

"She loves playing with herself. In fact, I caught her in the bedroom using a plain old dildo. I had to give her a very strict spanking for that. I want to buy her something much nicer for when she plays with herself. What do you recommend?"

Very blushy! The salesgirl smiled a little and showed us to the right section of the store. She discussed the pros and cons of various of the devices with Tracy. I don't remember much of the conversation exactly but there were plenty of references to my pussy! Tracy wouldn't let me answer any questions at all and jumped in whenever I was asked anything. Before long the conversation switched to between the salesgirl and Tracy exclusively, with her asking Tracy things like, "does she want something with a clitoral simulator?", "A more intense vibration?", or "Larger than this?" and then Tracy answering on my behalf.

Tracy selected the "Wild Orchid Evolved" for me:


Here it is unboxed:


It's rechargeable. It's got little motors in both tips. The bigger end goes up inside and hits my G-Spot. The smaller end sort of bends back and rests on my clitty. There's a button that changes the vibration pattern. One of the patterns feels a lot like a fucking! We were told it's a best seller. And very premium at over $100! Tracy went to the cash and bought it for me. Awwww! Her parting shot to the sales girl was, "I'll be trying this out on her tonight," and then adding as an afterthought, "in front of my husband." Oh my goodness gracious! Oh my gosh! But nothing phased the salesgirl.

When it was all paid for Tracy handed me the bag and said, "what do you say, little girl?" I'm pretty sure I blushed visibly from the heat I could feel in my cheeks. I gave her a little kiss on the lips and said in a little girl's voice, "thank you Mommy." My little girl's voice turned out to be a theme of the evening. She brings it out of me...

We walked out of the store and walked into a little Thai restaurant nearby for a bit of food..


We ate lightly. Very yummy stuff. Some cold rolls, a vegetable curry, and a chicken curry, with rice.


We discussed the vibrator purchase. Re-lived some of the choicer moments in the store. We both had a giggle over it. She teased me about how much I actually was blushing. She paid for dinner, despite my trying to. I was feeling very cared for (and owned in a lovely sense).

We then hopped back in her car and started driving towards her place. But before going there, we pulled into a mall. She said we had one more stop.

It was a Roots store.



As we went in she said it's the most "Western" she could think of.

We were immediately greeted by a male who asked if we needed anything, and Tracy said, "no thanks!". She looked over and smiled at the two salesgirls who were at the cash. They also greeted her and said they'd be happy to help her, just let them know.

Both salesgirls were young women in their early twenties I would judge. One was skinnier and smaller and looked younger and a bit meeker. A bit like a little mouse! She had long dark hair and was wearing glasses. The other exuded more confidence. She was not particularly large, but more full figured than her colleague (ok, a little overweight, but not very - she nonetheless looked hot, but not in Tracy's league, of course). She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair. They were both dressed in casual Roots apparel. The smaller brunette in a dress, the bigger blonde in jeans. As it turns out, and more by Tracy's design, the more confident looking one was the one we would be dealing with for most of the visit.

We went browsing around the shop a bit. We went into the back corner. I said, "look, booty shorts!" Tracy bent down and picked them up and they were actually toddler clothes. Oops! There was a woman customer nearby who looked askance at us. We then realized we were in the toddler section and beat a hasty retreat!

The next thing we came to was a rack of oneseys. "You would look so cute in that!" said Tracy.


Tracy picked one off the rack and it looked giant. The more confident looking blonde salesgirl was nearby just briefly helping out another customer, and Tracy took that opportunity to call her over. She asked if these were men's or women's? The salesgirl answered that they were both mixed into the same rack; and you could tell by looking at the first two digits of the code number: even was women's, odd was men's. Tracy pulled the same one out and said, "these are huge!" The salesgirl said they fit big because they don't have a trapdoor. I asked, are there any with trapdoors? (I thought that would be fun! Peekaboo!). To my surprise, the salesgirl said yes, and they were on the same rack, and picked one out about our size.

I said to Tracy, "You should get one. That trapdoor could come in handy with your husband." The salesgirl laughed and I leaned in and bumped Tracy with my shoulder. "Oh my gosh!" said Tracy. Oooooh! What a brat I am!!!

"We'll take this one for you," she emphasized, and she handed it to me to carry. And then she said to the salesgirl, almost as an afterthought, "do you carry belts?" My heart leaped!

"Men's or women's," she asked.

Tracy answered, "women's, it's for me. I need a new belt."

Of course, I knew what the belt was for. And part of me could not believe that the salesgirl did not see right through us, so I was surprised when she took it totally at face value. But she really had no reason not to at that point.

The salesgirl called over to the salesguy and asked him where were the women's belts, and he said they were just over there with the men's belts and they were all mixed in together. We walked over there.

Tracy told the salesgirl, "I actually have two purposes for buying a belt."

"Yes?" the salesgirl said as Tracy paused.

"The first is for me to wear," continued Tracy.

"What's the second?" the salesgirl asked.

"Well," said Tracy, "more importantly, it's for her, because she loves getting her ass whipped by me."

Oh no! Now the cat was out of the bag. But the salesgirl was absolutely cool with it, and was definitely smiling. "Oh! No problem!" she said.

I said, "Tracy, don't say that! Even if it is true..." I wanted the salesgirl to know I wasn't being abused or anything. And admitting it publicly like that makes it more squishy. Literally. Did the salesgirl know how excited I was? That I was literally wetting my panties?

We all three of us peered at a selection of about thirty belts all just draped over a kind of sawhorse. "What about this one," said Tracy, "the little braided one?" She was indicating a woman's belt. Very narrow but braided and quite thick.

The salesgirl said, "Yeah, I'll bet that will hurt!" OMG!!! She was playing along totally! And we weren't even talking anymore about what would look nice on Tracy, it was all about what would most hurt my butt!

"Let me give that a try," said Tracy. "Turn around," she told me. I turned and bent over a bit at the waist. My eyes were down at the floor. At that instant, I wasn't even thinking about who in the shop might be watching. I was so mortified! Tracy put her hand on my lower back and sort of pushed my untucked blouse up my back to bare my tight jean-clad bottom and a bit of skin above the waist. She then whipped the little belt down twice on my butt. I could feel it, but it didn't really hurt at all through my jeans. But I was sooo embarrassed!

"Yup, that's nice," said Tracy, "how about something wider?" As she said this I straightened back up and turned back to face them. I deliberately looked up and into the salesgirl's eyes. She looked right back at me and sort of smiled / smirked! Then I looked down again quickly.

Tracy looked a bit more and found another belt. It was wider and thicker, made of a supple leather, it was also very long. Much too long for Tracy's waist, obviously.

"You can go longer like this one," said the salesgirl. Poke holes in it to fasten it around your waist. If it's longer it might hurt more."

"You think so?" asked Tracy. "I think it doesn't matter how long it is, it matters how hard you bring it down."

"Yes," said the salesgirl, "bend her right over and then straight up and straight down!"

"And," added the salesgirl, "you can always wrap it around her wrists."

Tracy put her wrists together and sort of pantomimed wrapping the belt around them and fastening it. "Yes!" she said. "That's a great idea! Have you done this before?" That did not get a response from the salesgirl, but it did get a broad smile. "What size would fit me?" asked Tracy.

The salesgirl eyed her waist and said, "about a 36".  She picked out a 36 and Tracy put it around her waist and it was the right fit. This belt was of the wider thicker variety as well.

"Let's try this one," she said, and she made me turn around and bend over again, and gave me two more licks on the ass. Still I didn't even think to, or want to, look up to see what kind of a spectacle we were making of ourselves. Of course I should have, so I could describe it now, but I wasn't thinking very straight just then. I know there were a bunch of other people in the store. I'm sure they were entertained... or disgusted!

Next Tracy picked up a suppler almost brushed suede belt. "This one's softer," said Tracy.

"It might have more whip," suggested the salesgirl. I couldn't believe she was having so much fun with it. There must be a law against this!

Tray made a show of doubling it up, and then snapping it between her hands three or four times. It made a huge crack each time. My gosh what a spectacle we were! I still did not look around to see, I was so embarrassed! Tracy even looked a bit self-conscious at the loud noise she had made, and stopped doing that. But I still had to turn around, bend over, and have my blouse lifted for two more from that belt.

Tracy went back to the stiffer, thicker, wider one in a 36. "What colour, red or brown?" asked the salesgirl. It was a dark dusky red, not a bright one.

"Who cares what colour the belt is," said Tracy, "all that matters is what colour her ass will be."

"Maybe the red then," said the salesgirl, "maybe the colour will transfer?"

Tracy agreed it was the better bet, and added "let's hope it reddens her ass to the same shade." As I said, it was a very dark, dusky red!


The salesgirl added, "and it really goes with everything," paying lip service to the first use of the belt.

Then we were about to head towards the cash so that the salesgirl herself could cash us out, but Tracy stopped and said to her, "And just so you know, this belt will be used tonight!"

"Woah! That sounds like a fun time," said the salesgirl.

"Fun for her!" I said in a poutty sort of way, the first words I had spoken in a while.

When we got to the cash I wasn't sure who should pay and hesitated. Tracy had been very adamant about paying for everything, even expensive things, up to now. But I wanted to contribute as well.

"Go on, pay for it," ordered Tracy. And then to the salesgirl, "she's the one it's going to get used on tonight."

"Of course, that's fitting she pays," said the salesgirl, "she's the one who wants it."

Oh Gosh! Now I'm a known subby! But she was right. I did want it just then!

"Would you like a gift receipt for that?" she asked, I guess as a matter of course. Tracy momentarily seemed confused about gift receipt versus receipt, and said "we won't be returning the belt. I plan on wearing it out tonight! Oh, but maybe the onesey if it doesn't fit." They then sorted out real receipt from gift receipt (duh!).

I paid with my credit card, but then we waited, and waited, and waited. "It's locked up," said the salesgirl. Christmas rush maybe?

Tracy asked, "does this happen often?" Me, in my addled brain state, assumed she was referring to lesbian D/s couples coming in buying belts to spank with. Of course Tracy was referring to the locked up machine.

The salesgirl said, "No, never. I've worked at lots of different things. I've worked as a bartender on super busy nights and I've never seen this." I still thought she was talking about us, not the locked up machine. Duh! But right after that I finally clued in.

It was still locked up and I said, "maybe you can just write us up an IOU or something in case we need to return it?" An IOU. Yeesh!

Tracy said, "I bet you want to just run away, don't you? But you can just stand there that much longer and be mortified. It's the gift that just keeps on giving!"

Salesgirl, feeling self-conscious about the frozen machine, threw her arms up and said "Merry Christmas!" referring to the gift that keeps on giving!

I could feel something at my back, and I turned around and saw a Grandmother type waiting to pay for something absolutely scowling at me. And then I looked next to her and down and saw what must have been a twelve year old girl, her granddaughter likely, just staring at me with wide eyes and her mouth a bit open. Oh Shit! Child abuse! I didn't know she was there, but in retrospect, I'm pretty sure that they were the two whom our salesgirl had helped just before the onesey. I honestly didn't clue in at the time, I was so wrapped up in our scene. Sorry! They must have been there the whole time! I remember thinking, shit shit shit shit shit! And now really wanting to get out of there.

Our salesgirl turned to the other salesgirl and said, "help them out," referring to the grandmother and child in line. The mousey girl seemed to wake up and hopped to it at our salesgirl's command. Maybe she was a trainee? Maybe she would be getting the belt from her trainer later???

That's when I noticed that all three of the sales staff had gravitated to behind the sales counter. The guy was just there folding something. The other salesgirl had just been standing there, not even helping the others in line until told to, gawking at us I bet. They must all three of them have a good laugh at my expense after, and a good story to go home and tell their partners and families: "you'll never guess! Today, in the store, these two hot MILF-types come in, and ..."

Finally the receipt printed. I grabbed it and shoved it into the bag with the onesey and the belt. Tracy was already headed for the front door. I had to run to catch up to her. She tried the right side door and it was locked, so she moved to the left side door and I just literally ran into her, and we both tried opening the door, and giggling, and basically falling out of the store like a three stooges movie.

We got to the car and we were all, "Oh My Gosh!" and saying how great the salesgirl was. We both felt high. We felt like silly, giggly teenagers. On the drive home I made Tracy go over with me everything she remembered about what we did, in what order, and what was said. I wanted to completely review it top to the bottom so I could write about it as I'm doing now. So that was the complete scene, as accurately as I can remember it.

From there, we drove back to Tracy's house, where I met John, had to put on the onesey and show my butt (I have a picture of that!), got spanked (bad!), and then got sexed. It was so exciting!

But I'll leave all that to Julie's Belt Licking! (part 2).

90 comments:

  1. Excellent story cannot wait to read more but I hope this next one has no errors. I highly suggest you proofread next time naughty girl

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    1. I think lil mis julie was in a hurry to share with us all.

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    2. Sorry Sir, I went back and corrected what I could find just now. I guess I was very anxious to spill it all out. I also remembered a few more details and added them in. I can't believe I forgot to mention the little spanking I got before we even left!

      If there are any other glaring typo errors, please point them out.

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    3. ja ja ja... It was perfect for me, as i do not see the errors. At last an avantage for me!
      Hot the narrated, hotter the imagined
      The writter in Spanish

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    4. You know I expect the best out of you nothing less is acceptable

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    1. I going to hijack this for a momment and say hi to a fellow Cornhusker. Go B1G Red

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    2. Hijacking Strict Julie. Hi back , but we might get big red butts!

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    3. Like the Ohio State game or last night volleyball match.

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  3. Holy crap Julie, could you you have made this any hotter? I need to open a window...

    And this just part one!

    Yorkie

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    1. Oh really? Then get on with it!

      Yorkie

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    2. Posted!
      Unfortunately, there's still a part 3 to go!

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  4. Baaddd… Julie, only giving us part of the story after all that anticipation!

    Great, love it, can’t wait to hear the rest of it.

    I love the way you write especially when you do something like this. You’re telling your story, building it up, and then all of sudden it ends, part two coming soon… more anticipation. Like the old saying goes “always keep them wanting more!”

    I loved how Tracy took you to the adult store for the vibrator and then got into it with the sales girl. Explaining how you got caught playing with yourself, had to be spanked and needing a new one. Watching Tracy discuss the right fit vibrator, for your pussy, like you weren’t even there must have made you feel 1 inch tall. I find Tracy is really getting into her Dom role with you; she seems to be getting more comfortable with it. Even the parting shot about trying it out on you to the sales girl was priceless.

    The part in the Roots store just speaks for itself. I’ve often seen young ladies leave a store in much the same way as you described. Hhhmmm… now I’m wondering what precipitated their exits all the times I’ve seen that??

    I’m not going to speculate on what’s going to happen next in Part-2 in so far as the onesie, belts, and toys, may or may not be involved, at least not for now anyway. I want to keep my head clear of any subterfuge and leave the story telling too she who tells it best.

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    1. I think Daddy is helping her a lot.
      I did feel an inch tall. Like a very oversexed little girl!

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    2. I was re-reading the post this a.m. and came to the paragraph about the little pre shopping trip spanking.

      I started thinking how did I miss this the first time I read it. Then I saw your replies and how you had forgotten to add it in. Totally understandable considering the night that was still ahead of you.

      Nice way for Tracy to get the evening going and as mentioned set the tone.

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    3. I almost forgot, when you were reciting the manifest of the little red bag the hitachi was conspicuously missing. Was that an oversight or did you intentionally leave it behind. I know it's a moot point considering the deluxe model that Tracy bought you, but I was just curious.

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    4. That suggestion was made while Tracy and i were talking parked outside. Last minute item . Somehow i doubt the swats were as hard as i suggested.

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    5. Oh! That little warm up spanking was your idea eh? Should'a known!

      Honestly, I totally forgot that whole part of it, I was in such a rush getting ready. But then she buys me something anyways... Weird!

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  5. Awesome story so far (just like I thought it'd be). Can you tell us a little bit more about the two salesgirls at the stores you went to, especially the Roots store? Were they cute? Younger than you? Older? I thought it was great that the last one seemed to play along with it so well. Too bad Tracy didn't take you back into one of the dressing rooms to test out her belt selections a little more explicitly (and bringing the salesgirl along too of course!) Hopefully she'll take you back there again some day. It's going to be awfully embarrassing for you to meet that salesgirl again. Looking forward to hearing about the whipping, hopefully the belt left more marks than the paddle did last time. :)

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    1. I added some more detail to the account. They were both quite young. Early twenties if that. Ours was a bit bigger and more confident than the other, who looked like a little mouse.

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    2. Beware of the mice! I can think of two women I once thought were that way. Then they get "that look" in their eyes.....

      A.J.

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    3. Mmmmmm. That does sound dangerous!

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  6. Tracy knows how to push your buttons and such a wonderful shopping trip. I like how she told what the vibe was for and that her husband would be watching. The clothing store was also good and I bet that sales girl has done some playing the way she went along with everything and maybe hoping the belt could be used on her. I know you were in the proper frame of submission during the shopping. Oh to be a fly on the wall when you got spanked.
    archedone

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    1. She was certainly very open minded. I don't doubt at all that she had played a bit.

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  7. A pleasure to read. Just a small variante :

    She looked hot. A down home country gal ready for a good line dance (she did grow up on a farm). 
    Tracy :You really think you're gonna come out shopping dressed like that? Go take off this jeans and put on a skirt.
    Me : But ... Tracy... (little girl's voice)
    Tracy : At once !
    What to do ? I have to obey. Otherwise the game may stop there and I too want this evening
    Tracy : You choose your shortest skirt ... and no panties!
    Me : Oh nooo !
    I go down, after changing myself, my legs bare. Tracy, sitting on the couch watching me go down. She must have a good view. She smiles.
    Tracy : Ah, here is a very obedient little girl. (Her smile widened). But no, silly, it was a joke, put on your jeans ... and a pair of panties! I do not want you to catch a cold !

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    1. And I'm sure she would have given me a little spanking first. This comment triggered in me that I had completely forgot to tell about the little pants down hand spanking I got from Tracy before we even left! I added it into the post, plus a few more physical details on the salesgirls.

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    2. Work in progress of giggly teenagers. You made the day !

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  8. Wow! You really are the gift that keeps on giving! Very entertaining read and i can't wait for part 2! You set the scene perfectly and i can imagine how at hot your cheeks were getting...not to mention your delicious pussy!! ;-)

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  9. Good Gods *LOL* Thank you very much for bringing me the first good laugh of the day Julie. I hope you enjoyed the day as much as I've just enjoyed reading about it ;-)

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  10. Ok stooge julie, haha, Great read. I am glad you ladies knew when cut the scene.

    Wow a warm up swatting in the store. It is great she new when to pay and when not to. I work fo a credit card processor. I do get the odd upset customer, when the machine is not working best.

    Oh next time stop by a bakery for some pies for a piefight. Make david lick it off. Ok I hope we see part 2 soon, or this going to be a 3 part posting?

    pie pie 4 now

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    1. Not sure yet! i think I can get it all done in one more part.

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  11. We have all been so looking forward to this, and it is delicious! Thank you.

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  12. I get up this AM. It's my birthday (Crap; another one...). Power up the PC, news, weather...time for Julie! And there's my first birthday gift!!

    Quickies:

    Tracy comes to your home, a quick spanking "to set the tone for the evening", and you're off. First four paragraphs, none of which contained the name, "David".

    Where be "The-luckiest-son-of-a-bitch-on-the-planet™" while this was going on? (And describe his face/attitude when Tracy showed up. Please.)

    Isn't it amazing that you met two women so nonchalant about (a) your clitty and g-spot and, (b) a strap whose primary use is to be used on your bare bottom - " "Yeah; I'll bet that will hurt"? As if she knows....

    When you told her it was going to be used that night, my first thought if I was her, would be to smiled and say, "Take pictures!! Then come back and see us!"

    You made the day for every clerk in that store. Boys and girls. Can you imagine closing time? "I'll bet that blonde is gettin' it right now." "Think so?" "Oh yeah."

    (With a little luck one would ask another, "Have you ever...you know. Spanked...with a belt..."

    Thanks for the post!

    A.J.

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    1. Happy Birthday aj!!!!!!!

      - david was not home yet.
      - the sex shop girl I think had seen it all. The Roots girl was a find!
      - good thing she's more discreet than you then!
      - yes, that thought definitely occurred to me.

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  13. Are you sure you don't live in West Los Angeles? That store encounter might not have been unusual there.

    Oh, and my compliments on a "high integrity" act; bringing your personal braided belt in a bag to Tracy in the first place.

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    1. I need a real belt whupping. Not leavin nothin to chance!

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  14. Now MY panties are wet!:-) Tracy seems both a natural, but apparently is also a very quick study (thank you Daddy!). She definitely has you 'in hand,' but then you are such a willing sub. Tummy tumbling exciting, isn't it? Best lezzie scene I've read in a long time; looking forward to part deux. TL

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    1. Tracy is great, and with a confidence and knowledge boost from Daddy, even better.

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  15. This serial is an early Christmas present. Can't wait to find out what happens next. Thank you!

    Ted the Switch

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  16. I'm SO embarrassed, reading this at work with a very hard, bulging bump in my trousers..And almost making a mess :-O. Thank you for part 1 Ms Julie! I hope your bottom,,bottom hole, and pussy lips are red, raw, sore, and satisfied!

    Respectfully,
    doc

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  17. Just occurred to me, as Tracy doesn't know about the blog, how does she think you and Daddy came into contact with each other?

    I enjoyed part one and am looking forward to part two, hope it was as enjoyable for you!

    -eve

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    1. I told her just that we met online in a kinky group sort of thing. She didn't ask questions.

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    2. I told her Julie was my illegitimate adopted brat from my 6th marriage.

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    3. Oh oh! We better get our stories straight, Daddy. I like yours best!

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  18. Sound LIke cute sale girl with belt may have experience bet you and tracy were her 2 best customer i mean she had smile and smirk on her face bet she wanted be there when you got spanked whipped with the belt

    Tracy knew right question to ask you were her sub now you know how david feel when out in public you domninate him

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    1. Tracy said she might go back and recruit her for a round 2!

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    2. That would really be a story to tell!

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    3. WEll hope round 2 happen bet you wont mind being spanked by TRacy in front of girl doubt you let the girl spank you

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    4. In a previous post a commenter asked you if you had talked to your sister Sue regarding your recent exploits with Tracy. You had replied that you hadn’t but that maybe you should. This would be an interesting way to work it into the conversation.

      Have Tracy and Sue come over for say some wine and cheese. During the normal period of conversation you accidentally spills some wine on something (blouse, table cloth, furniture). That would be Tracy’s que to admonish you for being so careless. Tracy could say something like “I guess you didn’t learn anything from the last time”, as she pulls you over her lap and flips up your dress over your bottom. Just as she is sliding her fingers into the waistband of your panties you plead “No please not bare bum”. “Silly girl..” Tracy says “you know I always spank you bare bottom. Just be thankful I’m not making you strip in front of your sister!!”. She pulls your panties down to just below your knees and proceeds to give you a good hard hand spanking. After the spanking is over you have to do corner with your spanked butt on display and panties around your knees; while Tracy fills in Sue on how she has been spanking you.

      After Tracy releases you from corner time you both can answer the multitude of 'WTF' questions that I’m sure Sue would have. ;-)

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    5. Oh my... that does sound like tummy churning fun!

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  19. Deeper and funnier.Reckon you could get a hot screenplay indie Canadian film out of this yet Julie! (wink)

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    1. I'd love to make a movie! "The adventures of Julie!"

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  20. StrictJulie

    What a great story - I love pushing the envelop in the store stories like this. You are far more adventurous than Irene and I - in my defense I think it's more acceptable for women to be provocative in public - Irene is probably just more private with her domination although sometimes she threatens me with such scenes.

    My first shopping spree of this sort happened about 35 years ago, just before we were married. Irene sent me to the western store to but a riding crop. I tried to pretend it was for riding but I don't know anything about horses. I did luck out with an attractive buxom salesgirl in jeans and cowboy boots. At one point she threatened to smack me with the riding crop to show me how much it would sting. I was stunned and embarrassed but before I could provide her a target, she laughed it off.

    Still all these years later it's a memorable event and a what if fantasy

    Rosco

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  21. One thing that truly amazes me about you: Your ability to REMEMBER so much detail.

    One question I have for you: Are you in the midst of these scenes saying to yourself: "I have to remember this, I have to remember that?" Or are you in a state of just "feeling" what is happening and try to recall it all later?

    I have some theories about your seemingly near total recall with details I'll try to share with another post.

    F

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    1. When I go through it I just live it. Right after the Roots scene I went through it all with Tracy, reconstructing it. Then, soon as I got home, I wrote down everything I could remember. Then a few more things came to me and I got those down also. Then I wrote it up (and even so missed some things!).

      I would like to know your theory. Heightened awareness due to adrenaline?

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    2. You should get yourself one of those little voice recorders. Then you could just dictate the events right into it. Or leave it running in a pocket or your bag. All the events would be right there for you along with the dialogue.

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    3. "...soon as I got home, I wrote down everything I could remember. Then a few more things came to me and I got those down also. Then I wrote it up (and even so missed some things!)" "...(I) had completely forgot to tell about the little pants down hand spanking I got from Tracy before we even left! I added it into the post, plus a few more physical details on the salesgirls.

      Good writing is hard and I think you do that very well. Hemingway was happy if he could write 500 words in a day! You wrote almost 6-times that in your story. James Joyce thought he had a productive day because he managed to write three sentences. Three. Sentences.

      Taking notes after is a help, but you are still "in the moment" so you are doomed to miss things. How many times have we written something and later recalled some terrific detail that would have added more to the story?

      I have the same problem so I take notes, then write, then get away from it for a while. It may be a day or two later until I get back to it, look at what I wrote and think, "Oh, lord! Did I write that? In my native language?" And the big edits begin! Deleting whole sentences/paragraphs, rearranging paragraphs for continuity, who/whom, that/which; it goes on and on. And it becomes much better. And then you post and remember something else!

      It happens.

      A.J.

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    4. Here is my (amateur) theory.

      Some years ago, my partner and I changed things up with some switching.

      Our reactions to being in the sub mode are vastly different.

      She is what I would call naturally subbie. When in that mode, she describes it as "soaring" and simply just feeling and reacting. Time stands still for her.

      For me, that is never the case. I am actively thinking "What does she have planned next? What's going to happen now?" I cannot turn my brain off.

      In baseball, despite some ambidextrous players being capable of batting both right and left-handed, there will always be a NATURAL tendency for them.

      My speculation is your natural tendency was still dominant because of your ability to recall and have your brain so active during those moments. However, your above post, may shoot that theory out the window. Just a thought.

      Speaking purely statistically, I would say those who play the kink game tend to skew female for the subbie role. Which is why Tracy tends to think of david as "odd." There's nothing wrong with it, it is simply a statistical minority for his subbie role.

      I know for me, even in that role my dominant brain thoughts never truly go away. I do try, sometimes successfully, sometimes not, to still influence what happens next. I'll bet there's thoughts in your head much the same. Maybe....

      F

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    5. rod: good idea, if not a little stalkerly!

      AJ: quantity, not quality, baby!

      F: very interesting. I think you are right. I actually try to soar but wind up thinking!

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  22. Well now you have a onesey with a trap door. Sounds like someone needs some cute printed diapers as well. You still need to plaid school girl skirt

    Emily

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  23. Love the story. What really brought got me was your going to eat at the Thai Princess. I recognized that photo. Many people may not be aware but back in the 1990's, the Thai Princess was next door to the fabulous Patricia Marsh dungeon on the second and third floors. I assisted Patricia in the building of the dungeon and spent several years there. Oh the stories I could tell lol.

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    1. How strange. It was not actually that Thai restaurant. Ijust googled it on images and picked that one. And I guess I am google-bubbled in Toronto. Cool coincidence!

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  24. A onesie without diapers on underneath? Bad baby girl Julie! Please put her in diapers Tracy!

    Goddess Gretchen

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  25. Well done! Both hot and funny. I particularly enjoyed this:

    Tracy asked, "does this happen often?" Me, in my addled brain state, assumed she was referring to lesbian D/s couples coming in buying belts to spank with.

    That Roots girl was indeed a find, and I do hope Tracy recruits her. The sex shop salesclerk, no real surprise there. They've got to be uber-comfortable with sexuality to do that job. My local feminist sex shop gives all their staff the job title Sex Educator. I've had extended conversations with them about products. I get a whole lot of information, given in a friendly, supportive way without a trace of embarrassment. The way it should be.

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    1. Not a trace of embarrassment for her. Plenty for me!

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  26. Fantastic story Julie although a relatively new reader have read your book and going back on past blogs I look forward to very new post and this is one of your best. Can't wait for the grand finally. Plese keep up the great work and hopefully show some pictures of your whipped butt.

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    1. I have some pictures of me in my onesie, and my bare butt, but none of my spanked bare butt this time. Boo! We got carried away and did not think to.

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  27. Thinking Tracy gets to now dictate when you get to enjoy your own orgasms after buying you such a nice gift. and I agree with the others diapers are a must with a onesie. right daddy.

    katie

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    1. How about this: a compromise. I will only use her vibe when she calls and tells me to, and must do so when she calls and tells me to, even if david is there in bed with me to witness it!

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    2. You're sidestepping the diaper suggestions tsk tsk

      katie

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    3. Why are so many people so keen on her wearing diapers?

      -Eve

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  28. Damn that was hot!
    The whole time I was reading it, I was you in the story.
    Yum!

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  29. Curious, I Googled "Wild Orchid Evolved" (it's Christmas, after all)! Interesting product description, and there were a couple of customer reviews that went along with it. All of them said it was terrific, but the majority added the one thing they didn't like about it: It broke or deteriorated quickly, like in a couple of months.

    That was the only bad news about an otherwise good 'tool'. Better, was that when they complained to the dealer - there was no argument and it was quickly replaced with a new one!

    Keep your receipt!

    A.J.

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    1. Perhaps from overuse?
      Some gals need the industrial one, not the consumer one.
      ;-)

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  30. Julie it ounds like the sale s girls need spanked too ,best from Tim . sounds .

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