Monday, July 17

Outed to Mistress Violet!

It's true! First time ever. Outed!!!! Though person doing the "outing" is very responsible and will be discrete, I am positive.  This is how it happened and what the fallout will be.

I received the following email the other day to my strictjulie account:
Dear Julie,
A while back (about two weeks now) I was turned onto your blog by a regular client of mine. He's been a fan of yours for quite some time, but I had never before come across the blog myself.
I admit that I was sucked in by the kinky adventures as well as the writing style, and found myself glued to the pages as I scrolled along. After reading I did locate a couple of entries that seemed uncannily similar to experiences that I myself have had, with a married couple named ████ and ████. I have read and re-read these entries and I am absolutely assured with the fullest of my being that these scenes are scenes that I myself helped craft and execute. The photos of yourself also speak to the encounters with the couple that I recall.
I find myself surprised, delighted, irritated, amused, taken aback - a mix of emotions that will work themselves out over time into something more clear. In order to sort through some of my feelings about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition, I am requesting another meeting. I have an idea of what I would like to do - this time to "Julie" as well as ████ - but welcome your input as well.
~ Mistress Violet ~
Sensual Sessions with a Dominant Woman, Toronto 

Notes on pleasing this Mistress:
*refrain from back-and-forth type emails 
*do not request a phone number; all communications are via email 
*read my website, including information on rates

Mistress Violet is a Toronto-based Pro Domme that david and I have played with twice in the past. Here are some photos from her web site.

Isn't she gorge?!? She's the best david and I have ever played with. So intelligent, such a great actress for our scenes, so incredibly kinky, enjoys a wide variety of activities, and genuinely enjoys her job! She works out of her own clean, discrete, very well-equipped studio, suitable for dungeon-type scenes, medical fetish play, domestic scenes, and whatever else your kinky mind desires! If you're looking for a fun time, reach out to her and tell her Julie sent you. You will definitely not be disappointed.

For our scenes we went by our real names which is how she knows us (hence my blocking out of our names above). We did that, of course, so as not to make the connection with my Julie persona. But yes, she had absolutely found us out. Guilty as charged. And she had clearly read all my innermost thoughts about our scenes together from my blog (where I admitted to having a bit of a girl-crush on her - blush blush blush!).

The scenes she referred to are as follows.
  • The first one was Anal training in front of wife and friend, published March, 2015. I was frisky and went looking for a Pro Domme to roleplay a young woman assisting me in david's anal training regime (so he could take my big dildo). It was a favourite scene and became the basis of Chapter 9 of my book.
  • We played with her a second time as well, a year later, as described in Playtime Happened. In this one david played her daddy, and I played david's young second wife. In the scene, I encouraged his daughter to "come out" to him that she was a Pro Domme. Much kinkyness ensued. Before the scene, I fibbed, telling her it was my birthday, and got some birthday spanks from both david and she. At the end of the scene, ice having been broken, she and I got it on a bit as well while david jerked off beneath us.
Despite a slight change of venue for the first, these scenes went down pretty much exactly as I described (to the very best of my recollection). They were both incredibly wild. In fact, I was hankering for another encounter with her when the email came through.

And of course, she is likely reading every word I write here, which serves to keep me very honest! I wrote back to her as follows:
Hi Violet,
Yes, you are right of course, I am she and those were the scenes we did together. I am sooo sooo sorry that I blogged about them without your permission. I guess I did not think I would get caught! Every bad girls' excuse? I think I need a good spanking! ;-)
I feel very "naked", you having read all my innermost thoughts and fantasies. NOBODY else has done that who knows me in real life! I think you have me at a disadvantage!
If you wouldn't mind please not connecting my real name and other email to "Julie", I am trying to stay anonymous for obvious reasons I am sure you well understand. As well, crazy as it seems, David does not know about my blog (to the best of my knowledge). If it was naughty hiding it from you, imagine how much more so from David!
That having been said, would love to book another three-way session with you. I am scared and eager all at once when you say you have an idea of what you want to do to "Julie" as well as David!!! Same rate as last time is ok?
I will tell my husband that I contacted you to line up another session. He will like that! I'll let him know that we discussed you Domming the both of us... he will like that even more!
If you absolutely have to (she says hopefully) you can tell David that a little turnabout is good for a Domme's soul. I will understand it to be my penance for taking such liberties as publishing our scene without your consent!
This is all very true. While david and I have played with many different women, none of them (not my sister, not Tracy, not his trainers, not even david himself!) know about my blog. And, of course, I have tens of thousands of blog readers, none of whom have ever met me in real life (or at least, connected me to Julie!). This lovely lady is the first person who has and will see me in person, and also has read my blog, and knows that me is she, and she is me! Oh my.

She wrote back,
Dearest Julie,

Of course, your identity is safe with me - I respect and fully understand the need for anonymity. I am completely taken aback that David does not know about your blog. So much of your real (and imagined?) sex life is so very public, I can only imagine the shame and humiliation, not to mention the titillation he would feel if he were to find out. 

You mentioned a couple of times that you "deserve a spanking" and doing penance for writing about our sessions. I don't think I'm reading too much into things when I say that it will be my delight to co-top David when you come to visit next, but then I also intend to fully turn the tables on you... 

The rate is the same. Let me know when you would like to book an appointment.
~ Mistress Violet ~
Oh gosh. Oh golly. be-still-my-fluttering-heart!!!! But what's with the "and imagined?" part? You just can't win in this game. Here is a lady that actually took part in what are two of the craziest ever scenes (and you can even go ask her now), and even she is a doubting Tomasina! Oh well.  Here is how I replied:
Hi Violet,
I wouldn't mind that... the table-turning I mean... (blush!)
I'll check with David on dates and get back ASAP!
May I please blog? And is it ok to include a link to you and photos?
And her response,
You have my permission to blog about our interaction, and to link to and use pictures of your choosing from my website.
~ Mistress Violet ~
So I was able to link to her and include photos! Please don't bug her with emails unless you wish to book a session. You can "tweet" her I suppose, and leaving a comment here is something I am sure she will see as well.

Here she is again to jog your memory (so pretty!).

Our emails went on and we arranged a date for week after this. I am not 100% sure what I am getting myself into! Certainly we will co-top david together. Get his bottom nice and rosy red between the two of us. It is more the turning of the tables that I am nervous about. I am pretty sure I will get a spanking while david watches. She has my husband there and can play Ken-and-Barbie dolls with us, certainly. Bend me over and have him use his cock on me! And... I know she has a big red strap-on dildo herself. She would certainly use that on david, right? Surely not on me!?! She couldn't! She wouldn't! Not while my husband watches!!! I've never had to be fucked like that... not by a woman... not with a strap-on...

As a courtesy, I will let Mistress Violet know I've posted this. I am sure she will be reading comments, so if any of you have any suggestions for her, now is your chance...

Excited and nervous!!!!

Friday, July 14

e-Subbie Punished!

As related in my last blog post, e-Subbie's First Assignment, I gave a new eSubbie my standard first assignment. As it turned out, however, he had not been completely forthcoming with me regarding his previous experience, and as a result it made me seem unoriginal.

I solicited some ideas for punishment, and from those synthesized my response. Previously t had written an abject letter of apology to me after he had read my blog post. I told him I was teasing him. He wrote me another email where he seemed relieved by that, and referred to us as "BFF's now". He referred to me as "Julie" and asked if it was correct o lower case his name. Here was my response:
Yes t, of course you are lower-cased when corresponding with me. Address me as Ms. Julie from now on as well, please.
Since we are BFF's, go fetch your largest dildo (or go out to a sex shop and buy a realistic looking challenging-sized one). Put it up your bottom. With it in, sit in front of your computer and type the following line for me:
"I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie."
Type it 50 times. Each time use a different arrangement of the words. Be sure to wiggle your bottom on that dildo as you do it.

Ms. Julie 
Well that got him jumping and resulted in a much more respectful tone in his following emails.
Ms. Julie - okay, thank you for clarifying conventions.

If I may, I do have two questions about this assignment.

First, I do not have a dildo, so I will need to go to a sex shop and buy one. In checking various types the Adam & Eve stores are likely to stock, here's one that its web site describes as "Ignite 7.5" Realistic Dong" and which is suitable for anal use. To me, this seems to be both realistic and challenging size (Realistically shaped head, shaft, and vein details / 7.5” total length, 6.5” insertable length, 1.5” width). Does this, or something like it, meet your expectations?
Second, to clarify the 50 line assignment.  To me, different arrangements of the words could produce nonsensical results, such as the second one:
1 - I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie.
2 - Must never again I withhold information Ms. Julie from.
3 - etc.

Am I interpreting your instructions correctly?

Ms. Julie, thank you in advance for helping me understand and meet your expectations. I am learning that guessing or assuming anything is bad form for an e-subbie.

I wrote back,
Yes, something like that will be fine, though I was hoping for realistic looking as well: skin coloured with veins and balls. They usually have pretty young ladies at those shops to assist you. Tell her why you need it, and ask her to help you confirm it is as big as she imagines you can take with a bit of pain and effort. Tell her about my blog. I'd appreciate the exposure.

Yes, exactly with the lines. The arrangements do not have to make sense.
And then his response,
Ms. Julie -  something more like this?

That was more like it! I wrote and told him so. I like it when they are eager to please. A few days later he wrote back,
Ms. Julie - I had a change of plans this morning, and ended up with some free time. Thus, I went by Priscilla McCall's shortly after they opened, went inside, told the young woman working there the reason for my visit (recently began an e-Domme/sub relationship and displeased my Domme on my first assignment - thus, I was given this assignment as my punishment), either showed or read her the key parts of your emails, and asked her for help. She was quite gracious about it - perhaps a little taken aback at first, though she quickly adapted and went into "very helpful" mode.

I showed her the item I'd found on the web site and which I emailed you and asked her a couple times if this was as big as she imagined I could take "with a bit of pain and effort" - both times, she said this was a personal preference. When I told her I was new to anal play, she thought this would be as big as I could take first time.

I told her about your blog, and wrote down both its address (and encouraged her to visit it) and your email on back of a card at checkout, and told her she could help me out by emailing you with a brief note that she had helped "t" obtain the appropriate items (including lube and cleaner). My hand was shaking as I wrote this!
Okay, so prerequisites are done - now, to find the right opportunity to complete my punishment.

I hope nobody you know recognizes your handwriting, t, though it does look very shaky! I found it very amusing to imagine the interaction with that young lady. I always feel that young women at sex shops are "safe" (in that we need not be overly concerned pulling them into our kinks - certainly that has been by experience on the many occasions I did it). I also hope I hear from her. Perhaps this post will encourage her. If you are reading this, leave a comment, please. Without "outing" him, tell us all about it!

Later on he completed his task fully.
Ms. Julie - please find attached my report on my second assignment - purchasing a dildo (and telling the young lady why I was doing so), and typing 50 unique sentences while seated on my newly purchased dildo - which was my punishment for withholding information from you.  I hope both my report and my completion of the assigned punishment meet your expectations.

I have learned my lesson from this punishment, and will NEVER withhold information from you again!

And here is his report (my comments in red).
I had a block of time where I could complete my punishment in private. Thus, I got out the items I'd purchased earlier that day, cleaned the dildo before initial use, put lube on the dildo's head, pulled down my pants and underwear, and began to insert it. The initial penetration was VERY tough and painful, and required a lot of effort on my part. Despite all this, I only got it in about 1.5 inches. Removing it, I spread lube on the rest of the dildo, and tried again - this time I was able to get the full dildo (5.5" long and 1.5" wide) completely inserted. This was VERY painful, pushing past the point I'd gotten previously. The dildo's size took my breath away while I was inserting it, and I was VERY aware of it, even once I had adjusted to it a bit.
That was exactly the effect I was going for, so I was gratified to read that, as I am sure is the lovely young lady who sold you the dildo. You got it just right, girl!

At this point, I pulled my underwear and pants back up, to help keep the dildo in place, and proceeded to sit down and type my 50 sentences, generating different variations of:

"I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie."

Here are my typed lines - I began typing at 5:17 pm, and completed at typing 5:44 pm (typing time 27 minutes). Not knowing whether or how thoroughly Ms. Julie might check my work, I decided to check it myself - I'm glad I did, because I found 2 pairs of duplicated sentences. I corrected these, and ended up with 50 unique variations. I ended checking at 6:00 pm (checking time 16 minutes). Thus, I spent a total of 43 minutes seated, doing my typing or checking.

I must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie.
I never again withhold information from Ms. Julie must.
I again withhold information from Ms. Julie must never.
I withhold information from Ms. Julie must never again.
I information from Ms. Julie must never again withhold.
I from Ms. Julie must never again withhold information.
I Ms. Julie must never again withhold information from.
Must never again withhold information from Ms. Julie I.
Must again withhold information from Ms. Julie I never.
Must withhold information from Ms. Julie I never again.
Must information from Ms. Julie I never again withhold.
Must from Ms. Julie I never again withhold information.
Must Ms. Julie I never again withhold information from.
Never again withhold information from Ms. Julie I must.
Never withhold information from Ms. Julie I must again.
Never information from Ms. Julie I must again withhold.
Never from Ms. Julie I must again withhold information.
Never Ms. Julie I must again withhold information from.
Again withhold information from Ms. Julie I must never.
Again information from Ms. Julie I must never withhold.
Again from Ms. Julie I must never withhold information.
Again Ms. Julie I never must withhold information from.
Withhold information from Ms. Julie I must never again.
Withhold from Ms. Julie I must never again information.
Withhold Ms. Julie I must never again information from.
Information from Ms. Julie I must never again withhold.
Information Ms. Julie I must never again withhold from.
From Ms. Julie I must never again withhold information.
Ms. Julie I must never again withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must I never again withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must never I again withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must never again I withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must never again withhold information from I.
Ms. Julie must never again information from I withhold.
Ms. Julie must never again from I withhold information.
Ms. Julie must never withhold information from again I.
Ms. Julie must again never I withhold information from.
Ms. Julie must again I withhold information from never.
Ms. Julie must again withhold information from never I.
Ms. Julie must again information from never I withhold.
Ms. Julie must again from never I withhold information.
Ms. Julie must from never I withhold information again.
Ms. Julie must from I withhold information again never.
Ms. Julie must from withhold information again never I.
Ms. Julie must from information again never I withhold.
Ms. Julie must from again never I withhold information.
Ms. Julie must from I again never withhold information.
Ms. Julie from I withhold information again never must.
Ms. Julie must from I information again never withhold.
Ms. Julie must from I never information withhold again.
I have not checked it all all, pretty please would some of my blog readers proofread to ensure he did not shirk. Thanks!
As instructed, I did wiggle my bottom on the dildo as I typed the sentences or checked my work, making sure to do it at least once on every sentence typed and every minute or so spent checking. I typically bounced up and down every time I typed the word "withhold" - because withholding information was the reason Ms. Julie is punishing me. Every time I did this, my pain increased - I felt the increased pressure within my entire anal area, and the length of the dildo thrusting higher inside of me.
I was only teasing about the wiggling part, assuming wiggling would come naturally owing to the deep, deep penetration, but I am glad that t took me so literally!

After about 40 minutes, the dildo was becoming more painful and harder to tolerate. I sped up as much as I dared, knowing I needed to be thorough while I was self-checking my work.

Once I finished my typing and checking, I got up and removed the dildo. I was AMAZED at how empty my insides felt, now that this large piece was no longer inside me! I cleaned up myself and the dildo, and stowed it, the lube, and the cleaner in a secure place.

I sat back down to do some work, and realized how different my bottom felt due to having kept the large dildo inside me for 43 minutes - the entire area felt stretched and tingly. Upon waking up this morning, there was a residual feeling of "emptiness" and some tingling in my bottom.
Properly fucked! Perfect! This is how my husband feels after a vigorous session of anal intercourse from Adam.

Ms. Julie, I hope I have completed this punishment to your satisfaction. I experienced extreme embarrassment going to buy the dildo and accessories, and a lot of pain and discomfort during the 43 minutes of typing and checking. I also found the typing very tedious, because it was very easy to lose track of what I was doing - in fact, I lost my focus a few times and had to delete several duplicated sentences.

In conclusion, please trust me Ms. Julie when I say, I will NEVER EVER again withhold information from you!

Respectfully submitted,
I am most satisfied that a lesson was taught, and a lesson was learned. What do you readers think?

Tuesday, July 11

e-Subbie's first assignment

I every now and then receive requests from my readers e-Domme them a bit. Always happy to do so. Today's little victim we shall call t. t pissed me off a bit by not telling me enough about his background, so he is being punished by me. His punishment is that I am not replying to his email privately, but rather will reply to it publicly here. I am hoping you readers will help me to chide t for his deceitful behaviour.

First, for context, here was his initial e-mail to me:
Julie -  hi! Enjoy your blog, even though I'm just a lurker.  :-)

I thought I'd take the plunge and ask for an assignment from you.  Nothing too bad, please -  I've never done anything like this before.

FYI - I live in XXXX, and late XX's professional male - married, though wife not into kink.
A typical profile for a male reader. I X'd out some of t's personal details. Wife not into kink is an all-to-common story. See my Advice for Wives column for my views on that. He says he's "never done anything this before". Ha!

Taking him at face value, here was my note back to him:
From: Julie <>
To: t
Jul 6 at 9:04 AM
Hi t!

So, you'd like an assignment would you? (Evil grin).
Ok, go to the drugstore and buy a box of tampons. That and nothing else. Cash out with a nice young woman (no automated checkout allowed!) You can look embarrassed, I'm sure that would be sweet. She'll assume you are just pussy whipped (by your wife, or a grown daughter perhaps). Little will she know that the tampons are for your boi pussy. Take them home, use lube, and insert one deep up inside of you with only the little white string dangling out. It's safe (but use lube). Masturbate with that up inside of you, knowing you are SUCH a pussy for allowing a woman to make you do this. Tug on the little string as you tug on your little cock. Think about being made to Tampax yourself as if you were a young woman. Make sure you swallow your cum afterwards, like a good little slut (girls have to do it all the time, consider this a little payback).
Send me a little story about your adventures and your feelings during it. Also a discrete selfie photo of your bum with the little white string dangling out as proof.
Make sure your wife doesn't catch you!

Good luck, t. Trust that it will bring a big smile to my face when I receive your email! I will not publish your photo or recounting (unless you beg me to).

This is a standard "first assignment" many blog readers will recognize. Either that or panty shopping. I get a lot of these requests, and so I reuse and recycle. This one always tickles me though.

After t performed his assignment, he wrote me back a note with an included file of his account. His note went,
Julie - hi! Thanks for the assignment! I've attached my report for your reading pleasure ... :-)

As to my feelings during the assignment, I'd say I'm not an experienced submissive - and certainly not to David's extent.

About publishing my photos and report - I'll leave that up to you. If you choose to do so, my only request is to refer to me as "T" and remove the "XXX" references.

Thanks, and have a great weekend!

I'll let t take it from here in his own words from the attached file. I will interject my thoughts in red.

Report on First Assignment from Strict Julie
Two background points, before the actual report.
  • First, I had come across an article on Strict Julie's site which contained an assignment similar to the one she emailed me - that was in response to a guy requesting an initial assignment. Thus, I was not surprised by my assignment.
  • Second, after reading that article, I was intrigued about the concept of tamponing, so I bought  a box of tampons and did this on my own for the first time about 3 months ago. Since then, I've done this several other times. Thus, the acts of purchasing tampons and then tamponing myself was not new.
What? This was absolutely something mister "never done anything like this before" should have mentioned. It makes me feel like a dummy. I would have happily given him another assignment if only he would have filled me in on this background in his initial email.

Because of my background points, what I decided to do was "up the stakes" a bit and go with the LARGEST tampon I could find.

Hmmmph! NOT satisfied.

What's the saying - "Go large, or don't go at all"? Thus, I chose the Tampax Pearl Super Plus tampon, and purchased it at a chain drug store late (about 10:15 pm) one evening on the way home from a long day at work. When I parked at the drug store, I was not sure who would be at the cash register - upon walking in, I noted a pleasant looking woman, likely early 20's, at the register. Knowing this requirement was met, I walked to the feminine products section and searched until I found the Super Plus tampon (I knew this store should have it, because the web site showed good availability). It took a couple minutes to find it - there are SO many brands, shapes, sizes, materials, scents, and applicator options available! - and, while searching, a woman shopper came into the aisle, exited, and came back again a few minutes later.

A successful search...

With the desired product in hand, and nothing else, I proceeded to the cash register, where the young woman's half-smile momentarily turned into a bit of a smirk before settling at neutral when checking me out.

Ok, so this is what I LOVE about this assignment. That little smirk that says, "you are so pussy whipped!"

Given the lateness of the purchase and a long day, I wasn't feeling embarrassed at check out - though I did feel some uneasiness about the woman who came to the tampon section twice while I was there.

You should have been embarrassed, you little cucked pussy boy! (my reaction upon reading this).

The following morning, I resolved to "do the deed" early, before work, and when no one was around. After stripping completely, I opened the box, took out a tampon, unwrapped it, and stared a moment at its size. Boy, this was ONE BIG TAMPON!! It was visibly much wider than previous ones.

Gulp, this could be tough...

Yup. Right up where the sun don't shine, subby.

Nonetheless, I applied lube to its top, squatted down, and then inserted it into my "boi pussy." It took a few moments to get it in and positioned, because it was so large. Eventually, it was inserted to the correct depth, and I pushed the plunger to launch the "cotton payload" into my nether regions. Even several minutes after removing the plastic applicator, I could still feel the tampon inside me, unlike previous smaller ones where the sensation quickly subsided.

And, as requested, photo evidence!

This is my favourite part! I love that I can make pussy bois do this by remote control. Totally pathetic, I know! Nice butt, little miss cotton tail!

With the self-tamponing done, I moved on to the next step, to masturbate while occasionally tugging on the tampon's string - I did this, and came into my left hand within a few minutes.

I'm sure you did, feeling that big thing up your ass, wishing it was the real thing???

As instructed, I licked all the ejaculate out of my hand and swallowed it.

Yes you did!

With the assignment completed, I quickly cleaned up everything and went to work. Of note - I did decide to leave the tampon in for a little while, even after completing the assignment and going into work. Why? I viewed it as another part of "upping the stakes" for this initial assignment. Taking a break at work, I went into the bathroom and removed the tampon - and boy its size made it HARD to take it out! The Super Plus tampon was inside me 1.5 hours, and was noticeable the entire time. I guess size DOES matter...

How did I feel while doing all this? While Strict Julie suggested I should feel like "you are SUCH a pussy for allowing a woman to make you do this" when masturbating and then swallowing while tamponed, I did not have feelings like those. Rather, I viewed it as an experiment I was conducting on myself, to explore the kinky side of myself. I remained curious as to how I would feel while doing homework assigned by my female "Kink Therapist."

Keep telling yourself that.

  • The Super Plus tampon enlightened me as to the efforts women must take to not let the heaviest part of their periods interfere with their daily lives. I could feel this particular size tampon inside me the entire time, so I imagine women must be constantly aware of hosting one this size.
  • Masturbating while tamponed might be how anal sex feels to a woman during her heaviest flow - not unpleasant, yet not fully satisfying, either.
  • Swallowing was definitely a new experience to me - the warm sticky cum took numerous licks to clean my left palm, and it definitely coated my mouth on the way down my throat. I did not brush my teeth following this, and the slight residual stickiness eventually went away naturally. This certainly gives me a better appreciation of how this feels to a woman - while there's a certain sexiness to giving oral sex, the aftermath seems somewhat demeaning to be expected to swallow something from your partner's body.
All in all, I'd say this was less about feeling like I was a pussy, and more about how it feels to be a woman having to take care of her pussy by "pushing cotton" while also living up to expectations for having anal sex and giving oral sex, even if she'd prefer not to do so because of discomfort due to her period.

Well, that's a lesson well-learned anyways!

Respectfully submitted,


So, what did you think of t's adventure? What do you think of him holding out on me? What shall we make him do next? Comments welcome!

P.S. there is an AMAZING adventure that is lining up. I just need permission from the third-party to blog (I know - unusual that!), and then I can give you the setup. I am exceptionally excited!!!

Wednesday, June 21

Oh My Gosh!

One of my favourite bloggers, Vanessa Chaland at Queening Chairs just posted two rather exhibitionist videos!!!

In the first, Force Masturbation - Cuckold Training - Humiliation Video she is seen bare naked with her cucky in front of her.

He is being instructed to masturbate for her. He is told to ruin his orgasm and to deposit his sperm where she is pointing. He must then get down on his knees and lick it all up and swallow it so he can "get used to the taste" for when she has her boyfriends over later.

If that wasn't enough (!), Naughty Vanessa posts a second video, Letting My Cuckold Fuck Me Video, where her lucky cucky gets to spend six whole minutes fucking his Queen who rather audibly and visibly orgasms during the proceedings.

Good stamina displayed by cucky. I am jealous!

Vanessa, you go girl!!!

Saturday, May 27

Husband Diapered for Real Punishment

The other day my husband came to me and admitted to a recent and very embarrassing actual wrong-doing. He requested punishment from me, and I obliged him, involving my sister as well, and even a friend of hers. Because it related to his crime, and many of my blog readers are interested in it, I chose to extend his punishment with a weekend-long diapering, together with all that entails.

This is how it happened.

He came to me and said, "I got into trouble today at my massage..."

My husband takes legitimate registered massage therapy from a woman we shall call Sarah here. He's been going to her regularly every couple of weeks for almost ten years. It helps him to avoid seizing up around the neck area.

"What did you do?" I asked, curious.

"Sarah told me that I had a left a 'mess' for her to clean up last time I was there..." he said.

"Oh david!"

"She said she knows massages feel good, but that it couldn't happen again," he continued.

"I should say not! Did you actually ejaculate during your massage???" I asked.

"No, no. It wasn't like that." he explained. "It was afterwards. I, ummm, touched myself afterwards and things just got out of hand."

"And how exactly did things get 'out of hand'?" I asked. It was clear that he was very embarrassed talking about this, even to me. Imagine how much more embarrassing to have had to have had the discussion with Sarah!

"Ummm... I was just rubbing myself a little and really quickly a lot of pre-cum just started coming out. I thought I cleaned it all up with tissues, but I guess I must have left some somewhere..."

It was all I could do to keep a straight face, but I didn't suppose that was my role here. Instead I said, "you know you have a hair trigger, why did you even touch yourself? Your massage with Sarah isn't supposed to be a way for you to get your rocks off!"

"I know. I'm sorry. It just sometimes... gets things flowing. Nothing Sarah does different. It just sometimes happens. I was thinking of you..."

Ha! Flattery will get him nowhere. "But you don't rub yourself after! What did you think would happen?" I asked.

"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again," he said.

"Did you tell Sarah it was an accident?" I asked.

"No. I was too embarrassed. I just was surprised at first when she said it, and then she thought I was denying it, but then I just said 'sorry' and 'it won't happen again'."

"Well, next time you need to explain it to her," I instructed him. I thought it marginally better that she know it was an accidental discharge, instead of him deliberately jerking off to completion in her therapy room! We knew Sarah socially, and her husband and her young kids (!).

"But it's soooo embarrassing! Can't we just leave it?" he asked,

"It's embarrassing for me also, but absolutely not. Next time you apologize again, tell her it won't happen again, and explain the circumstances so she knows it was at least partially an accident. Maybe I'll write her a note also..." I mused.

"You don't need to," begged david, sounding a little desperate.

"My decision," I said.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you need me to punish you for your behaviour?" I asked. I figured that was why he had come to me.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

This is the nature of our scening FLR. We only ever play at being dominant and submissive. I don't actually punish him for things, I just pretend to, but this seemed like this might be an exception! It would still be a scene, in that I was under no illusions that whatever I did to him would be fantasy fodder. On the other hand, it was legitimately embarrassing for me that he would do this with Sarah, a woman I know and would no doubt see again (blush!). Still, he rarely actually puts a foot wrong, and this was a golden opportunity to play out our scening FLR more "for real" than ever before.

"It won't be pleasant if I do," I warned, referring to the punishment he had requested.

"I know, Ma'am. I deserve it." I'm sure he did know. He could only imagine how I would punish him "for real" for this!

"Yes you do. I'm going to ask Sue to assist." My sister has expressed fascination around "real punishments" for david, so I thought I would invite her to play as well.

"Oh no, please!" begged david. "She doesn't have to know about this." So desperate. So embarrassed for real.

"She certainly does need to know about it. And she's told me she would enjoy the opportunity to be a little stricter with you. What a perfect opportunity this is for that." It certainly was! "Clear out your weekend," I told him, "you're going to be punished all weekend long."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, accepting his punishment, and the added humiliation of my sister being brought into the circle of women being told about his behaviour.

I dismissed him and went to call Sue. As I predicted, she was positively gleeful at the prospect of meting out a "real punishment" to my man. She was more disgusted than me at his behaviour. I told her she need not hold back at all, and she assured me she would not.

She was free on Friday so we could start right in on the weekend. She brought up that she had a date with a girlfriend, Moira (I know her a bit), on Saturday night that she expected to last into Sunday. Sue asked if it would be appropriate and possible to involve her as well. Moira is a real cutie and a bit kinky. Sue spanks her buns lightly before they fool around, and Moira is always "the girl" during strap-on play (Sue tells me everything when lubricated with wine!). I gave my permission (heck - I loved it!) on condition that she extracted iron clad promises from Moira not to take photos or divulge anything to anyone. Sue readily agreed, and in fact would have done that anyways.

We bandied around ways how we would punish him and we settled on something we thought would leave a lasting impression (and result in sparkly clean bathrooms as a bonus - on a previous blog entry a reader asked if david was ever made to do "maid duty" at Sue's place, so that was on my mind as we plotted his punishment). It would be a very long weekend for david. Sexy fantasy absolutely, but also genuine weekend-long punishment.

On Friday Sue came by after dinner at around 7pm. Sue and I took a seat on the sofa.

"david, strip. Now," I ordered.

david took all his clothes off and folded them neatly on a chair. He came back and stood facing us, completely bare naked, his hands at his sides. His penis was hard. It would not be so for long! I made david explain all the details of his misbehaviour anew to Sue. He was again incredibly embarrassed by this (he's a blusher so it's easy to tell), but his penis remained hard, proving what a shame slut he really is.

She asked questions and scolded him as well. Interestingly, she made the same point I did, about his 'hair trigger'. Ha ha! She maintained a very strict and scary demeanour throughout. She was clearly serious about doing this "for real".

Then I pronounced sentence, "david, this is what is going to happen now. You've been extremely naughty, you've embarrassed me in the process, and you made a very uncomfortable situation for Sarah to have to deal with. Sue and I will be dealing with you very severely right now, and your punishment will be extended throughout the weekend with line writing, corner time, and chores."

"yes ma'am," said david, accepting his due and looking a bit scared. He was right to be. He had two very scary ladies in front of him who knew how to spank!

"The first thing that's going to happen is that you will be getting rid of that fucking erection." I was using the F-bomb. I rarely use language like that, but wanted to change things up for his "real punishment". A little signal to him about how "fucking" serious I was taking this. I continued by explaining, "there won't be any sexual excitement while we're beating your ass raw. Understood?"

"yes ma'am," he answered.

"After that, you're going across my knee for a hand spanking and a scolding. I want to make sure I warm up that ass very thoroughly so that you can take a good long and hard bum beating afterwards."

"yes ma'am, thank you ma'am."

"Then it will be Sue's turn. Sue's decided to use the big wooden spoon on you," I said.

"That's right," said Sue.

"You will go across your sister-in-law's knee," I continued, "for the longest and hardest spanking you can ever imagine."

"oh shit..." said david (!), quietly.

"OH SHIT IS RIGHT!" I yelled. Sue just smirked. "And you do not use that language, unless you want to be taking your spankings with a fucking bar of soap in your mouth?"

"No Ma'am!" he said. I was aware of the contradiction between my statement and my own dirty mouth, and relished it.

I continued, "Right after that, and I don't care how beat up your ass is, you're bending over the back of the sofa and I'm going to give you the strapping of your sorry little life."

"no, please, it's too much," begged david.

"You will SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I said, getting legitimately a little angrier at his defiance.

"Do you think it's too much?" I asked Sue almost rhetorically, knowing she would agree with me. She surprised me.

"Honestly, I don't think it's even enough," Sue answered.

"Oh," I said, surprised, "what do you suggest?"

"Remember the cane we used on his ass when Jennifer visited?" asked Sue.

"no, no, no, no, no," begged david quietly, quivering as he stood there nude with his naughty penis out and on show for his sentencing. I found it... satisfying... that he no longer showed any signs of sexual arousal.

"Yes! I do remember that," I said,  "and so does david, I'm sure. The cane it is. That thick Delrin cane. Six strokes?" I asked.

"Six each or six all together?" She queried.

"What do you think?"

"Six each. How about two rounds of three each. We alternate?" Sue suggested.

"Sounds good," I said. My husband looked petrified. He was justified. He was in for an epic bottom and leg thrashing that would leave marks and leave him very sore for many days.

"Let's get started," I said. "First off, david, let's see you empty those balls."

"It's not even hard anymore!" complained david.

"Well then lick your hand and fucking rub it!" I told him.

david reluctantly licked his hand and started rubbing his softened cock.

"That's right," said Sue, "just like how you did it in the massage studio."

david is always embarrassed when told to masturbate in front of an audience. Especially on his feet in front of us two seated clothed women who were watching his every move.

"Isn't he pathetic," I asked Sue, but in a good-natured way.

"He is," she agreed with a smile.

We let him keep working in silence for a while. Then we started talking about what an epic bun beating he would be getting, and how he would not be able to sit down for a week after we were done with him, and so on.

Eventually he got himself hard and was able to rub one out.  Before he came, I told him to ejaculate into his hand and not to dare spill a drop! Sue and I smirked at each other as david's knees wobbled, he grunted, and spewed his ejaculate into his hand. Of course, I told him to get rid of it in the usual way, and we watched him lick it up off his palm and swallow it.

"Good girl!" said Sue, alluding to his sluttish cum guzzling.

I got up, placed his straight backed wooden spanking chair in the centre of the living room facing the couch. I went and got a damp washcloth and towel, sat on the chair, beckoned him over and used the washcloth to clean off his genitals and his hands and then dried him. I had him stand there facing the chair as I gathered up the three spanking implements we would need. When I got back, I handed them to Sue who examined them and put them on the couch next to her. She held onto the big wooden spoon, though, and started smacking it into her palm, apparently anxious to get on with her part of his punishment.

I spanked my naughty husband hard from the start. When I first started spanking, my hand spankings we're a joke. By now, however, they were no joke and I could redden his bum with my hand. Though not as effective as using an implement, I very much enjoy hand spanking him, especially while scolding. There's an intimacy with the hand not present with an implement. I can strike anywhere I want without fear of injuring him. My palm can mold to his ass and my fingers can flick into his crevices or glance by his testicles. I can leave my hand possessively on his bottom as I lecture him, which lets him know I own his ass!

As I spanked I also scolded him: "Don't I let you cum enough as it is? Do I ever say anything about you jerking off in front of your computer? Do I? Unless you can't perform your bedroom duties, do I ever say anything? Don't I give you sex often enough? My mouth, my pussy occasionally, even my ass sometimes? [Sue looked askance at that!] Is that not enough for you? Don't I even arrange for you to get treats from other women from time to time? Sue's hand. Tracy's mouth and vagina? [Sue didn't know about that detail either!] Massage parlour girls, prostitutes, pro Dommes? And there have been quite a few others! Is that not enough for you? Well, isn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am - it's enough," he responded sheepishly.

"So you have to go and rub your cock one place where you are never, ever supposed to? Is that what you do?"

"Yes Ma'am, sorry..."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be. I can guarantee that!"

With that, I pushed him off my lap and we both got to our feet.

"He's all yours," I told Sue.

Sue stood up still holding her big wooden spoon. It was a gift from her. It's her favourite.

It's big and heavy - more like a hardwood salad spoon - like this one.

She sat on the chair and prepared for his spanking.

She made my naked husband go face down across her lap as I took her vacated seat on the sofa. I love to see david's bare penis and testicles squooshing into her legs. She had no interest in those and didn't give a damn that they nestled atop her tightly closed thighs. She began his punishment spanking.

She started in hard and kept it up. After the very first spank he was already squawking, and he wouldn't stop until much, much, later. Sue knew what david could take and took the idea of a "punishment spanking" very seriously!

At a certain point she hooked his near leg, spread him, and really went to town on his thighs, and especially his inner thighs, even handling his penis and balls to move them out of the way of her punishing strikes. She also made sure to spread his cheeks and spank within his cleft (a trick she had learnt from me). It was amazing seeing my man so well dealt with... so humiliated... by this woman: my sister.

She ended by locking him down, also as I had taught her, and bending his arm behind his back, finishing off with a flurry of her hardest strokes yet.

She had laid into him with literally hundreds of punishing strokes. He has a fetish about wanting to experience "real" punishment spankings. He got his wish that day!

Sue was a bit out of breath when she was done (despite being in excellent physical shape).  She made him stand. While she was a bit out of breath, david was wheezing and out of breath from the yelling and crying and the snot running out his nose.

I grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him towards the back of the sofa.

"No! Please!" he begged as he clutched at his ass and was dragged towards his strapping.

I threw him down across the couch, lined up my strap, and said "twelve." It was originally going to be more, but I relented and settled on just twelve because of the caning we had added onto the end. But I was determined that each stroke would be a scorcher.

I hauled back and whipped that ass and those tenderized thighs good and hard, a full dozen times. Full swings. Not holding back. After each searing stroke he jerked up at the back, yelled out, and then bent over for the next. The spooning had left him with big circular "pock marks" all blending together into a thoroughly deep red background. The strap left him with rectangular whip marks horizontally seared across his ass and thighs.

After his twelve I fetched the evil Delrin cane. He was not done yet.

Sue and I both stood behind him as he bent over the couch, whimpering. I took the cane and sliced it through the air, making a frightening swooshing sound. I did this several times. Good to instill fear in the heart of an errant boy. I then lined it up on his ass, pulled back, and swooshed it through the air again. He screamed even though I did not even hit him! Ha!

I laid it across his ass again, and said, "say 'I'm a very very bad boy who cannot keep his hands off his penis'." He repeated the phrase, all sniffly. I pulled the cane back and whipped it down on his ass with a vengeance. I was rewarded with a full-throated yell. I made him say it twice more, and I whipped his ass twice more.

I then gave the cane over to Sue. She followed my example and took a few whooshing practise swings. "What will you make him say?" I asked.

"Say," said Susan, "'I must not make messes with my penis.'" He said the phrase, and Sue gave him an equally resounding stroke as mine, and was rewarded in the same way as was I. Twice more he was made to repeat that phrase, and twice more he was thrashed by his super-strict sister-in-law.

What's interesting about the cane is that you can see the mark it leaves right away, but it doesn't look so bad. But after a minute or so it starts sort of "welting up" and leaving "ridges" I guess you would say. I regret now I didn't snap a photo for posterity. Didn't think of it at the time. His ass was dark red and bruised in parts, and these cane marks were a bit white on the edges and an even angrier red on top of all that.

I took up the cane and said, "Say , 'I must never again leave a mess for Sarah to clean up.'" He repeated that phrase three times and was given three more good thrashes with that evil cane.

His ass was a total mess.

I handed the cane to my sister. "Finish him off," I said.

"Thighs ok?" she asked. "Absolutely," I told her. david said "no... no... please..."

"Thank your wife and I for punishing you," said Sue. david said, "Thank you, Miss Julie and Miss Sue, for punishing me."

THWACK! right across his high thighs. He yelled and danced his feet. That one would leave a major welt! (Not as if the ones on his ass would not, mind you...)

"Again!" commanded Sue, laying the cane against his upper thighs.

"no... no..." begged david.


"Thank you Miss Julie and Miss Sue for punishing me..."

Sue pulled the cane back and swooshed it through the air. david visibly jumped.

then... THWACK!!!

ARGHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHH! Another one across his thighs just under the first. Another major welt.


"Thank you Miss Julie and Miss Sue for punishing me!" david quickly said.


AHHH!!!! OHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!

Again on his thighs. Lowest yet.

"Stand up!" I ordered him. He painfully got to his feet, clutching at the backs of his legs. I took him again by the ear and conducted him to his starting position, in front of the couch where Sue and I took a seat facing him. He looked to be in some serious pain!

"Stop whimpering," I said.

"Be a man," added Sue.

"Don't think I'm done with you," I said. "I'm sure you enjoyed that spanking. You won't enjoy what's coming next. Over the course of the weekend you are to write out 'I must never again make a mess for Sarah to clean up,' one thousand times."

david's face dropped. He's done lines before, but never anything anywhere near 1000. That was a serious task.

"I'll let you break it up," I said. "It won't all be in one sitting. I'll tell you how many each time. But it will be 1000 before the weekend is up."

"Yes Ma'am," confirmed david.

I continued, "after each sitting you will stand with your nose touching the corner for one full hour. Plan on getting to know that corner very well this weekend."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, accepting the corner time as well.

I continued, "when you are not writing lines or standing in the corner, you're cleaning my bathrooms until they are gleaming, and doing any others chores I tell you to. Are we clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," said david, still clearly fussing about the pain on his backside.

"On Sunday morning," I continued, "I'm sending you over to clean Sue's bathrooms."

"Oh and they need it," added Sue, "especially the toilets."  In fact, Sue keeps her place pretty spotless. She was just teasing.

I continued with david, "I'll tell you when you can eat, when you can go to sleep, and when you will wake up. Am I completely understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," said david, sounding miserable but accepting his punishment.

"There's one more thing," I told him. "Wait here." I left him with Sue and went to get the final item. I came back in holding a large bag which I set down next to me.

"Since you seem to be having trouble with things leaking from your penis, I thought it only right if I keep you in diapers all weekend," I said, pulling out one of his adult diapers from a pack I had bought about a year ago (Sue and I had diapered him once before, but only overnight). Poor david looked mortified by this development and as I made clearer the implications of a weekend-long diapering.

"You've lost all your bathroom privileges for the weekend, young man," I told him. "Everything goes into the diaper, number 1 and number 2. When you've wet your diapers, or messed them, you come and ask me, politely mind, to change you. Or Sue when you're at her place. You'll take your diaper bag over with you when you clean her bathrooms."

"Widdle baby in his diapers!" chimed in Sue, gleefully. We had discussed this, her and I.

With that I laid out a towel on the living room floor and had him lie down on it, face up, right on his sore ass. I had him raise his legs and then pushed them back further by his ankles. His bottom looked very sore. His private parts were ALL on show. I slipped a diaper under him and wiggled it into place. Then I got the talcum powder out of the bag and sprinkled it all over his sore butt and exposed privates, and finished up his diapering. He looked dreadfully embarrassed.

And that diaper on his sore butt was probably not all that comfortable either. I'm sure he would have preferred it to air out more after his butt beating.

I took him over to the kitchen island (by the ear, of course) and sat him on a high stool. I put some ruled paper and a blue ballpoint pen in front of him, and dictated for him: "I must never again make a mess for Sarah to clean up." I told him 1000 times before bedtime Sunday and before he gets out of his diapers. He should come find me after he's done each 100, and I'll put him in the corner for an hour, and then he can do an hour's work on the bathrooms before bedtime.

Sue observed all of this childish treatment of david, and observed him meekly submit to his punishment and begin his line writing. We then privately reconfirmed our plans for Sunday morning for david, and then she took off. Before she did, however, she had one more thing to say to david,

"david, look at me," she said. david stopped writing and looked at her. "What you did was really, truly, disgusting. Fun and games are one thing, but you totally disrespected your massage therapist and her working space, and you embarrassed yourself and my sister. You should be absolutely ashamed of yourself. I'll see you Sunday morning," she said and then left.

Wow. She was serious. Schooled for real!

It took david about 45 minutes to get through his 100 lines. I checked his work, and then sent him to the corner for a timed hour. After the hour, I made him start in on cleaning the small bathroom in the basement. Then it was bedtime. He claimed he did not yet need to be changed and went to bed in the diaper Sue and I put him in. There was a lot of uncomfortable tossing and turning, and I could hear the diaper crinkling as he did so. I did not mind. Music to my ears anyways. I slept soundly.

Saturday morning I woke up. david was already awake, lying in bed waiting for me to awaken as well.

First thing he told me he needed to pee. I told him to go right ahead. He peed his diaper with a very red face as I teased him. I took him out of his diaper and made him go shave and shower. I admonished him not to use the toilet at all. When he was done he lay on the floor to get his fresh diaper put on. Hi ass was still marked up and discoloured, though it was not nearly as "angry" as yesterday. I allowed him to wear a T-shirt and his diaper, and nothing else all day Saturday. The fading strap bruises and cane welts on his legs beneath his diaper were plain to see.

When he was midway through his morning line writing, he came to me again and said he needed to go number 2, and asked if please couldn't he use the toilet. I told him absolutely not. He held it in as he went back to his line writing. I don't know what he was thinking, that he could hold it in until Monday morning?

When he signalled he had completed another 100 I went to check his work, and then put him for another hour with his nose in the corner. I was determined to fully follow through on the punishment I had decreed.

At the end of his hour I walked up to him standing in his corner. My nose told me that somebody had decided there was no point holding it in any longer. I checked his diaper by pulling out the waistband at the back and peeking in: yup, he had messed himself.

This was the moment of truth. Would I let him clean himself up, or would I do it? I decided what kind of Disciplinarian Wife would I be if I let my baby try to clean himself up? While I've had some experience changing dirty diapers for my nieces and nephews, it really can't compare to the gross factor of changing a grown man's diapers! But I bucked up and got it done. I used baby wipes to clean up any of the residual shit that had stuck to him. I then powdered him, and put him in a fresh nappy. Then it was one hour finishing off the basement bathroom and making a start on one of the upstairs ones. This brought us up to around noon.

I fed him some and then put him back to work on his line writing. Rinse and repeat. In all that day he wrote 400 lines, spent 4 hours with his nose in the corner, and 4 hours doing chores. He got all the bathrooms done beautifully, plus he scrubbed my kitchen clean, and I started him up on tidying his workspace in the basement. He peed once during the day and I had to change him (he came to me and asked me to please change him after chores).

On Sunday morning we both rose at the same time. He peed himself and asked me to change him. I told him, no, that Sue would have morning diaper changing duties today. So I had him wash his underarms at the sink. I allowed him a T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms and sent him off to Sue's with his diaper changing bag and wearing a wet, slightly sagging and smelly nappy.

I did not go with him, so from here on in until he returned, except for one phone call I can directly attest to, I can only recount what I was told happened by Sue and david after the fact. I'll tell it to the best of my knowledge and as described to me as if I was a fly on the wall. I'll take some liberty to fill in parts and dialogue that I can only imagine happened where I didn't get the precise details!

david drove to Sue's in his wet diaper. Sue lives in a downtown loft style condo in a converted factory. david parked on the street and buzzed into the main door, and then went up to the door of Sue's unit and knocked.

Sue went to the peephole and identified david. She opened the door with the chain still on and said "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm here..." said david.

"Why are you here?" she asked coquettishly.

"Ummm. To do chores?" said david.

"Any other reason?" asked Sue, fishing.

"Ummmm... Also to please change my diaper?" suggested david.

"Are you still wearing a diaper???" asked Sue.

"Of course I am," said david, a bit too impatiently for Sue's taste. She decided she would punish him for that on the spot.

"Show me," said Sue. "I can see you through the peephole."

david looked around to make sure nobody was there, and then pulled his trackpants down a little bit to show Sue his diaper. Not good enough, apparently. He needed to be taught a real lesson in humility for his impatient and impudent tone.

"Take off those trackpants and your T-shirt and hand them to me," said Sue, through the chained door, "so I can really see."

"Someone might see," whined david.

"Yes they might. They'll see a big naughty baby who's too big for his britches. Do it!" commanded Sue.

david looked around furtively and quickly did as he was told, stripping to just his soggy diaper and handing Sue his trackpants and T. He believed that speed might be his best bet, if only nobody came into the hallway.

"Ok, you can come in," said Sue, unchaining the door and allowing david to rush in as if his diapers were on fire, carrying his diaper changing bag.

What david then saw must have shocked him to his very core. There stood Sue's girlfriend, Moira. As I mentioned previously, she is an excessively pretty, slim, petite long-haired brunette. She had Sue's bathrobe wrapped around herself (and nothing else I was told).

"Oh My God!" she said. "He's really wearing a diaper!"

According to Sue, Moira did have some advance warning in that she was asked if she would swear to secrecy and would be willing to participate as a witness in humiliating my husband in some kinky way, but with no additional details. Moira, being a bit kinky herself, agreed, thinking it would be "interesting".

"Yes he is," said Sue to Moira. Then, "david, let me introduce you to my friend, Moira." then to her girlfriend, "Moira, this is my sister's husband, david, that I was telling you about. david, why don't you explain to Moira exactly why you're wearing a diaper."

"Ummm... I'm being punished," said david.

This put a big smile on Moira's face.

"Tell Moira what you did and how you're being punished," said Sue.

david went on to explain in the humiliating detail required by Sue (she said she really milked it) exactly how he had transgressed, and the full nature of his punishment. She drew him out by making him answer questions such as "and are you allowed to use the toilet at all this weekend?" and so on.

"So tell me again what you want me to do?" said Sue.

"Please change my diaper Ma'am?" answered david.

"Did you pee in it?" asked Sue.

"Yes Ma'am," said david.

"And did you mess it also?" persisted Sue

"No Ma'am."

"Thank goodness!" said a relieved Sue. She told me in advance that she wasn't going to be doing that!

"Shall we have Moira watch me change your diaper today, david?" asked Sue.

"No, that's ok. I'm sure she has better things to do," replied david, hopefully (though hoping in which way I don't know!)

"That's ok, I have nothing better to do," volunteered Moira.

Sue proceeded to give david a full-on diaper change in front of Moira. On the floor, legs up, baby wipes, talcum powder, the works.

Moira commented on the state of his ass, and Sue held his legs back and so that Moira could get a closer look at his punished ass and legs. Of course, in the meantime she was also showing off david's penis, his engorged balls, and his butthole to this attractive woman in a bathrobe whom he had never met before today!

During the changing process, david became erect. I know this because I received a phone call from Sue at that moment,

"Hi Julie, it's me. I have david here on the floor. I'm about to put his new diaper on. Oh, and Moira, you remember her, is here also. She thinks your husband is very amusing. Anyways, I cleaned him up and he became very erect! He has a huge hard-on right now. Here he is being punished for not controlling his penis, and there it is all stiff in front of two gay women. Do you think he's imagining he'll get to have sex with Moira or I? Fat chance! Now what exactly am I supposed to do with this problem? I don't think his diaper will fit!"

Ha! She obviously didn't need my advice, but I nonetheless suggested the obvious things she could do with it: Ignore it; Spank it away; Have him jerk it; or Handjob him.

"I think I'll handjob him, if that's ok with you. I love emptying his balls," said Sue.

"Fine by me," I said. I like that Sue likes to handjob my man. She's very skilled at it, this having been her go-to method of dealing with randy, gropey boys out on dates in the front seat of the boys' Mom's cars in high school. She suspected she was gay back then, and now figures that was her way of getting rid of them quickly with the minimum of involvement on her part. It took a bad marriage, though, to have her completely change teams. Though she's continued to enjoy the handjob, for some reason, where my husband is concerned.

Sue told me later (and I confirmed with david) that she started in on the handjob using only the talcum powder as lubrication. As she did it, she explained her technique to Moira. Moira knelt close by and stroked his balls (!). Hardly my idea of punishment, that!

Sue and Moira together quickly extracted all the cum from david's balls, aiming it straight up and down so that it all dribbled onto his privates. She explained to Moira that I usually make him eat it, but that this time she thought it more appropriate to diaper him in with his own cum while he cleans her bathrooms and kitchen.

And that's what she had him do next. Little cummy diaper boy, dressed in nothing but his diaper, went around scrubbing her toilets, sinks, floors, tub, and tiles while the girls just hung around.

david told me that as he was finishing up that he really needed to "go" badly (number 2), but held it in for fear of being changed by Sue in Moira's presence (he did not know Sue's "no number 2" rule). He thinks Sue even noticed as she asked if he "had a problem" when she saw him clenching his butt and moving his hips back and forth. "No problem, Ma'am," he said, in fear of being made to "do it" in front of Moira and Sue. As a result, he held it until midday when he was released from Sue's service. He says he just could not hold it in any longer and messed his diaper almost as soon as he left Sue's condo and was walking to his car. He had to drive home sitting in it.

First thing he said coming into the door and looking really desperate was, "could you please change me? I've messed my diaper!"

I started doing the dirty deed and scolded him. I asked him why he couldn't just wait until he got home so that he wouldn't need to sit on it and make such a disgusting mess. It really was a mess and took considerable time to clean him all off. He said he held it in for as long as he could because he didn't want to poop his diapers at Sue's place where she and Moira might have to change him. I told him he was a bad boy and he should have just done it there and let them clean him up without such a mess (she might have let him do it himself even). He thought he could make it home, but couldn't. Another "accident" while he was being punished for his "accident" at Sarah's. Yeesh! He for sure got a few swats to his butt while that new diaper was going on.

After I cleaned him and put him in his fresh diaper I fed him lunch, after which it was back to line writing, corner time, and more chores. He needed to get through 500 lines from noon until bedtime. He did two stints of 100 each, but for the last two I let him do 150 at a sitting as it was clear we were running out of time.

He finished the last of his 1000 lines at around 10:30 pm. I let him off his final hours of corner time and chores. Instead, after I removed his final diaper and cleaned him up with his baby wipes, I used my hairbrush to spank his still marked and sore butt in the diaper position, together with one final scolding for what he had done. I then hugged him, kissed him, and forgave him. I reminded him that next time he visits Sarah he would have to explain to her the circumstances better. He agreed he would.

That next massage appointment was earlier this week. Prior to his showing up, and unbeknownst to him, I sent Sarah my own apology email,
Dear Sarah: 
David told me about the mess he left you to clean up after a previous therapy session. I've looked into the circumstances around it, and I've asked him to explain it to you next time he's in. Regardless of circumstance, his behaviour was completely unacceptable, and I gave him a good talking to. My sister as well who happened to be there. I believe he is sufficiently embarrassed by the whole incident that it will leave a lasting impression on him. I've made very sure to reinforce with him that this must never again happen. My deepest apologies for my husband's poor behaviour.
Yours Truly, 
Sarah did not mention the note when he came in. But david asked if he could have a word with her before the session started. Sarah agreed and waited for david to speak.

Here was the dialogue according to david:

david started with, "last time, when you talked to me about the mess you had to clean up, I was so embarrassed I couldn't say anything,"

"Awww, I didn't mean to embarrass you," said Sarah with a smile. I know Sarah and I don't think she did. Rather his embarrassment was a natural consequence of what she was required to tell him, not the intent of the telling.

david went on, "First of all, I wanted to repeat how sorry I am and that it will never happen again. But I also need you to know that it wasn't deliberate. I didn't deliberately make a mess."

david said Sarah had a sweet smile and nodded her head in encouragement.

"I mean, I did, obviously, touch myself, and rubbed it, but really quickly a lot of pre-cum started coming out, and I tried to stop it but I couldn't, and I was a bit panicked, and I tried to clean it up with the tissues but I guess I must have missed some. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to know that I didn't deliberately make a mess. I wouldn't deliberately disrespect your office or you that way."

"Ok," she said, "I understand. And it wasn't about me at all?"

"Oh no!" david said quickly. He says too quickly and was afraid afterwards that he might have offended her. I doubt it. She was relieved. "I was thinking about something that was going to happen later..."

"well ok then," said Sarah. "We've known each other a long time and we can let it go. If it had been a new client, then... out. Never again. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, absolutely," said david. "It will never, ever happen again, I promise."

Then Sarah chose to tell david about my e-mail. "Julie sent me a little note saying you wanted to explain this to me. I get it. I understand. She also said she gave you a good talking to?"

"Yes, she sure did," said david.

"And did your 'talking to' involve a sore bottom at all?" (!) she said, unexpectedly (to us both).

You see, Sarah knows that david is a spanked husband. Sometimes he showed up for massages with marks on his buttocks. The first time it happened Sarah said she was required by law to ask him about the marks, if he was abused at home at all. david quickly reassured her that it was consensual. They didn't talk about it again, except Sarah would occasionally point out that there was a bruise on his legs or butt cheek.

david had to answer, so he said, simply, "yes."

"You probably enjoyed that," said Sarah (!)

"Not this time," said david, speaking truthfully!

"Good!" she said with a grin, and told david to get undressed and under the sheet while she left the room. Clearly Sarah approves of my methods. Ha ha!

It was a very normal massage after that, and they bantered back and forth as usual over safe topics (her kids, TV shows, politics, that sort of thing).

So that was the whole saga of david's very poor choice. Truly, humiliatingly, embarrassed as he had never been before by the incident. And truly punished for it, and even with a new girl "lending a hand". I had fun with the whole thing, and so did Sue. We shall have to think about more ways to involve Moira in future as well if she is willing!