Thursday, April 4

Fan-tasies...

One of the best parts of my blog "job" is interacting with so many kinky gentlemen, many of them quite a bit older than I. When the energy seems right and I am in a certain "mood", I ask them,
write me a "true to life" fantasy, if, say, you and I were to meet for a kinky encounter in a hotel room. You can be top or bottom or switch. Anything goes (I am a big slut either way!). Tell me your ultimate fantasy...
Mostly, when I offer this up, I wind up on the bottom! I wonder why that is 😉?


Below is how a pen-pal of mine, who shall go by the name of Hank, responded. Have a read of the fantasy, written from his point of view, and afterwards we will dissect it and my feelings about it.



"So you want a Daddy?" I asked of the charming Julie sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop next door to the hotel. She simply smiled and nodded. "A strict Daddy?" I continued.

"A VERY strict Daddy!" This time she spoke and the smile was more mischievous.

"Does this Daddy love you?" I questioned, trying to determine if we were on the same page as two consenting adults.

"Well, I would hope so!" There was the pretense of shock, followed quickly by a mock sniffle of hurt feelings. "What kind of a Daddy would he be if he didn't love his little girl, even though she might be rather naughty quite frequently?"

"And needed to be punished for it?" I finished for her. Now I was smiling. She didn't respond but her eyes seemed to be all but dancing in delight, so I continued. "And you trust me to be very strict and very loving to my naughty little girl? To send you back home to your husband David properly punished and submissive?"

"Fraid' you're not up to it?" she questioned teasingly.

"No, not really," I assured her. "I'm confident I can do the job and enjoy it immensely, but have you considered the possibility I could be too strict or not strict enough for your taste?"

"Sounds like a risk, you'll have to take," she said as she shrugged her shoulders, then cocked her pretty head to one side, as if assessing how I might respond.

"No safe words," I said. For the first time Julie seemed not totally composed and I saw a flicker of nervousness. I remained silent for several seconds. "You'll have to trust me," I finally added.

Now I saw a version of a serious firm, stern, young woman determined to confirm her mettle and perhaps just a bit pissed off that she had been caught off guard. "Okay," she seemed almost to have gritted her teeth. "But you will be the best damn, dom, disciplining, daddy, with plenty of loving aftercare thrown in, or you'll never have another chance to try." Not yet a naughty little girl.

Just for a moment I jerked back at her seriousness but then couldn't resist a chuckle when she was unable to keep from smiling. "That settles it, young lady. I'm taking you home right this minute and you and I are going to have a long and serious discussion about your behavior and the consequences you have coming." The flicker of nervousness had returned and Julie's eyes had widened, as I stood up from the table, gracing her with just a hint of a smile from my otherwise stern expression. I purposely walked swiftly from the café and into the hotel, without looking back to see if she was following. I smiled as I heard the hurried click of heels behind me.

Three women were waiting for the elevator. I held the door for them and then fixed Julie with my best parental frown as she entered. Not too difficult, since I was well-dressed and easily old enough to be her father, and Julie was dressed younger than her age, with a too-short cotton skirt, too tall heels, and an immature hot red lipstick. She actually blushed as she moved to the back of the elevator. The women seemed to exchange concerned glances, not sure what dynamic was occurring between this father and his daughter. I tried very hard not to smile. Despite Julie trying to avoid my gaze, I managed to produce more blushes just by clearing my throat and adopting the pose of an angry parent.

I kept up the pace on the way to the room, trying hard not chuckle, much less smile. I didn't want to do anything to break the spell of the gathering Daddy/daughter dynamic. In a few minutes we'd see if she believed it. I opened the door and held it for her as she entered. As I pushed the door shut, I grasped her left ear lobe firmly between my thumb and forefinger. I moved so quickly that she was almost lifted out of her shoes in surprise. I heard a very satisfying girlish yelp as I moved her to the nearest corner. "Don't worry, little girl, you won't be in this corner long enough to get bored." I could almost hear the wheels turning in her pretty little head. She was trying to decide if she should respond, and if so how.

But I wasn't about to allow her that luxury.

"Lift up your skirt, Julie." I saw the blush reappear and her mouth open in surprise. I only allowed a few seconds as her hands moved uncertainly. I lifted the hem of her short cotton skirt, while moving my right arm well to the rear and then swinging my hand with as much force as I could muster, so my curved palm connected with her panty covered butt cheek with a delicious crack.

"OW!" No wimpy yelp this time. I saw her hands dancing in indecision. Wanting to rub the sting away but sensing that might be a mistake.

"Are you going to obey me the next time I ask you to do something, young lady?" As I said this I was pulling the while cotton panties down so I could inspect the results. She squirmed in embarrassed and indignant protest as I lowered her panties for her.

"Yes, YES" she responded quickly. I allowed her several seconds to realize the incomplete response and then brought my right palm full force against her, now naked left cheek.

"Yes, who?" I questioned calmly.

"Yes, sir, yes Daddy" She made sure to cover both bases as I admired my handiwork. There were two lovely pink hand prints, one on each quivering ivory cheek.

"That's better, sweetheart." I kissed her gently on the back of her neck and felt a shiver, before I continued my lecture. "Now why are you wearing those white cotton panties?" Once more she seemed uncertain, which pleased me greatly. This might be role play but I liked to keep my pretty little costar on her toes.

"Isn't that what a little girl is supposed to wear?" It seemed each new time she spoke, her voice appeared younger.

"Not in my house, you naughty little girl," I assured her. "Naughty little girls like you wear white silk panties with lace around the legs and the waist. Like the pair I've put on the bed, since I was almost certain you would disobey me and wear the wrong kind of panties. Now take those off and throw them on the floor and put on a proper pair of sexy little panties to tease all the other little boys and girls with. It's no wonder I'm going to have to spank you. Aren't you sorry you disobeyed me, you little trouble maker?"

As I spoke she slipped out of the cotton panties, looking back at me nervously, as if half expecting another surprise smack to her bottom. She turned her back to me as she slipped the silk panties up her legs and shimmied them delightfully and securely beneath her skirt. Of course, I had never suggested to her what panties to wear but her doe-eyed response delighted me. '"I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Daddy. I forgot what kind of panties I was supposed to wear. That was very naughty of me."

"Yes, well," I more or less grumbled. Her last line had done it. Up to now I had been so excited and concerned with the scene, the dynamic and how all was going. Now it seemed real and my substantial erection was confirming it. "Nose back in the corner, young lady." She knew I was aroused but I didn't want her staring at it while I was playing parent. I stood behind her and a few inches to the left so I could see her profile and also note her breathing. My mouth was just inches from her ear, so I could speak rather softly.

"Now listen to me, my naughty little girl," I began calmly. "You are about to be properly punished and sent home to David… very sore, very meek, and totally obedient. I don't want a single second of sass from you. Those two little pink handprints on your pretty bottom are just a sample of the chastisement you have coming…Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," There was an audible swallow before the childish response.

"What do Daddies do to their naughty little girls when they misbehave?" I whispered.

"I guess they punish them, Daddy." She moved her head slightly to left, seeming to want to see my reaction and not being able to keep a slight smile off her lips.

"Am I hearing a little bit of attitude from you, little girl?" I said with just enough edge to my voice. And a firm pat to the little girl's behind.

"No Daddy, I want to be your good little girl. I know naughty girls get punished when they misbehave." Now she looked straight at the corner and her breathing had increased slightly.

"Then tell me, Julie, what's the best way a Daddy can punish his naughty little girl. What's the best way to punish a little girl like you when she misbehaves. Tell me exactly what I should do."

The pause was delightful. No matter how many times you may have said the word or hear it, it can cause the heart to miss a beat before saying it out loud to another. "A spanking..." She said it so softly I had to gruffly order her to repeat it, since I hadn't heard it. The cheeks of her face were now pink as she repeated and amended, "A spanking. Daddies should spank their little girls when they misbehave."

"Are you Daddy's little girl, Julie?" Her response was a nervous head shake. "Have you been naughty?" I continued. There was another pause, so I pressed my palm against her buttock.

"Yes sir…uh, yes Daddy…I've been naughty."

"Well then what should I do to my naughty little girl?" I managed to make my tone slightly bewildered as once more I patted the skirt covered behind.

"I think you should spank me, Daddy." There was a thrilling bit of nervousness to her voice and just a few beads of perspiration were on her forehead.

"What kind of a spanking, Julie?" I began. "Just a few swats on your bottom and a couple of minutes in the corner for a naughty, disobedient little girl whose husband sent her home to Daddy to help her learn to be obedient and submissive? Or does this naughty little girl need a REAL spanking. A real good, sound spanking across my knee, with hand and hairbrush. A tear inducing treatment over my lap on those pretty little panties, while your arms flail and your legs kick. And you swear you'll never be naughty or disobey again. Maybe a dose of the belt. A couple dozen stripes across both cheeks. Nice long welts that last for a couple days of burning and a couple more of itching. Something that makes sitting really uncomfortable. Turning that adorable, plump, soft, little bottom so red and blistered that just lowering or raising those cute panties, when you go potty, will make you whimper and think of Daddy. The kind of spanking that not only hurts when you sit down, but even when you walk. So what kind of a spanking should it be, Julie honey? "

She waited, seeming to make sure I had finished. I had purposely pushed up against her ass, so she had to have felt my erection growing along with my description of the choices. "That kind of spanking, Daddy," she finally answered, "I've been a very naughty little girl and I need a very good, sound spanking."

"Now that's what I call a good naughty little girl," I praised her as I pulled an armless wooden chair over from the desk. "Daddy is getting the spanking chair ready for his wicked little munchkin. Now raise your skirt, Honey, Daddy wants to see if your pretty butt still has my hand prints. Those panties are nice and sheer, so I shouldn't even have to lower them to see." Her skirt curtain was slowly raised and most all evidence of those two firm spanks was gone.

"Well, I'm tempted to give you two new ones but I think we best get on to coloring that entire pretty bottom. First I'll get you nice and pink. Next we want to turn that saucy ass a bright red to match your lipstick. But what I'm really looking for is a nice rich burgundy bottom. From a few inches at the top of those tender thighs all the way up and across that gorgeous soft target. Just made to be spanked, hard and often. When I think you've been spanked to perfection by hand, I'll introduce you to my friend the paddle. African hardwood, really thin, incredibly stingy. It'll do two things. First, light that voluptuous bottom ablaze. You'll swear your sweet ass is on fire. Plus it will heat up your pussy. Because I like my little girl's pussy hot and juicy. But don't be impatient. You don't get eaten until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. I want my precious little angel teary and timid. Sniffling and penitent. Bottom burning and throbbing. All that sweet sass and brattiness spanked out of her. Blubbering on my lap as I cuddle her. Promising she'll never be naughty again but not forgetting to thank her Daddy for the spanking."

I was actually licking my lips as I sat down. Dying to slip my hand between her legs, to see if those wispy panties were moist to the touch. "Young lady!" I was using my best parental tone. "Come out of that corner right this minute and keep that skirt raised so Daddy can admire those precious, pretty panties." Now I was the one swallowing, while feeling the sweat gathering on my forehead. What a picture of femininity from the front side. The lace undies were so sheer it was clear my little girl was clean shaven.


Julie approached, a fascinating picture of little girl pretense, with a large helping of sultry tease. I pointed at the spot to my right and she stopped there.

"And just what do you think Daddy is about to do, my naughty little girl."

"I think you're gonna' spank me, Daddy." It was said with a childish pout and a slightly nervous swallow.

"I am indeed, young lady, but just why in the world would I want to put my precious little girl across my knee and spank her tender bottom?"

"Because I've been a naughty little girl?" It was voiced more like a question than an answer.

"As a matter of fact you have been a naughty little girl. But aren't you to old to be spanked?" The proverbial trick question caused a momentary smile from Julie.

"No, Daddy, I'm not too old to be spanked." Her eyes were all but twinkling.

"What do you think would happen if you told me you were too old to be spanked?" I pressed on, also smiling.

"I'd probably get the belt." The answer wasn't quite as childlike.

"You would indeed," I assured her. "And you probably will anyway," I continued, almost casually. "But the main reason Daddies spank their little girls isn't because the little darlings are naughty. It's because Daddies feel like spanking them. They like the feel of their baby girl's soft body resting across their lap, a soft tender bottom ready to be chastised, their girlish lace panties about to be warmed. The poor dear feeling so vulnerable. Not knowing how long or hard the spanking will be. Will she just be spanked with his hand or get the hairbrush, the paddle… or even the strap. Will she be paddled till she breaks down in tears. Or will Daddy stop when she's just whimpering and sniffling. Will Julie be allowed to keep her panties up or will Daddy insist on humiliating her by lowering those silly little undies and blistering her bare bottom. What do you think, Julie?"

"I think I'm gonna' find out." Her eyes were downcast as she said it and that precious little pout had returned, before she added, "You won't spank me too very hard, will you Daddy.?" Now the eyes turned up to face me as her bottom lip turned down, as if to plead, "I haven't been terribly naughty, Have I Daddy?

"Precious, you know that won't keep me from spanking you to tears. It's what all little girls need before they're sent back to their hubby. Besides, I want to make sure when I'm finished tanning your hide, you'll be ready to suck my cock and swallow my cum."

"DADDY! You're gonna make your little girl give you a blow job? Isn't that against the law!"

"You are not only going to give my cock a good sucking and swallow every drop of my cum and then lick my dick clean… if you don't do it with enough energy and enthusiasm, then I will give your tender ass the belt whipping of its life." As I finished my speech and Julie's eyes widened (was it fear or interest?), I swept my right arm around her waist and pulled her effortlessly across my lap. Her palms touched the carpet as she let go of her skirt. My left arm held her steady, while I flipped up her skirt. What a gorgeous sight. Pretty, sexy, delightfully feminine, lace panties were taut across her creamy buttocks. I didn't waste time. I gave her a half dozen very sharp smacks on the exact same spot of the one bottom cheek. I was rewarded with yelps of protest and kicking legs. Then another six smacks to the same spot on the other cheek.


"I'm going to spank the daylights out of you, little girl." I announced. And between each and every word of that sentence, I administered a fearsome stroke to much of that now bouncing bottom. "Why are you being spanked, little, girl?" I used my most intimidating paternal tone.

"Because I've been, naughty?" She responded, already sounding out of breath and trying to turn her head back to look at her disciplinarian.

"No." my reply was said quite calmly but was followed a half dozen wicked spanks right on Julie's sit spots. I was delighted, she twisted, kicked her legs and bucked back and squealed like the little girl she was becoming. Then I continued the lecture: "It's because I'm your Daddy and I can spank this adorable bottom whenever I feel like it. And also so you remember to please me when I push my swollen cock into your mouth. You do want to suck Daddy's cock, don't you sweetheart?" I gave her another dozen on the meatiest part of her, now pink, bottom, to emphasize my point.

"Yes, Daddy, I won't forget to suck your dick. You can stop spanking me now, so I can get busy giving you a blow job."

"Nice try, Julie, but you're putting the cart before the horse." I continued to intersperse my scolding with sharp spanks to make my point. I was pleased to see the young lady's hind quarters were turning from pink to bright red. I continued: "You have to be properly paddled first, honey. Consider this a good girl spanking, a naughty girl spanking, a maintenance spanking, a send you back to your hubby submissive and obedient, spanking. NO, sweetheart, this tender little rear end is just now getting red. I want a deep burgundy before I finish."

On the other end, so to speak, things were going as well as I could have expected. Julie was squirming a lot and had grabbed one of the legs of the chair with her left hand, while her right had attached itself to my ankle. I was rather impressed with how she was taking her punishment. There were plenty of "oohs" and "ahhs" but no yelling, screaming, or begging for mercy. Of course I was only using my hand but I am an awfully effective hand spanker. Plus I know how to vary location, frequency and intensity. At this point, the residual effects of the spanking might not be long term, but sitting right now would be very uncomfortable. Still I was hardly getting started. Also I thought I had a bit of a surprise for the smug Miss Julie. But first I'd have some vocal fun.

"Are you happy you're getting spanked, young lady?" Six really hard, up from the shoulder whacks…right on her pretty little sit spot. Her panty covered butt jerked up and for a brief moment no sound came out of her open mouth.

"I'm absolutely delighted!" Came the pissed off response. I actually had to close my lips tightly to keep from laughing. But it only took me a few seconds to address her insubordination.

"I detect a bit of attitude from you, little lady," I announced in my most paternal tone. "Maybe we should spank that sauciness right out of you. What do you think?" For the first time I gave her a half dozen hard spanks on the back of her thighs, which caused her rump to raise and twist, while the lady's nails on the palm holding onto my ankle dug in painfully. "I asked you a question, little girl! Does Daddy have your permission to spank the snot out of his little girl?" Confident her approval would be quickly forthcoming, I went to town on that pretty posterior. The sounds of my palm striking panties and skin sounded like a string of firecrackers going off.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I should be spanked! I'm a naughty little girl and I need to be spanked!" I won't lie, the sounds of her submission, along with the gorgeous deepening red beneath her lace panties had caused an enormous erection, which I was certain she could feel against her tummy. We were ready for the next step. The spanking continued but much less frantically. Still as firmly but moving all over the shapely target.

"Would my baby girl like to suck her Daddy's cock?" Such a delightful contrast, my sweet query, while my firm right hand continued to spank unrelentingly.

"Yes, Daddy, please let me suck your cock!"

"You're sure, honey? You really want me to push my dick down your throat. What if Daddy spurts or if you choke on my cock, I might have to spank you again. Still want to blow Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy, I want your dick in my mouth. I'll give you a super blow job. I'll take your whole cock all the way down. I won't choke. You can blow your load right in my mouth. I'll swallow every single drop. Please let me suck you off!"

"Okay," I replied, pretending not to be totally convinced. "But I also wanted this spanking to warm up your pussy. Just in case in case I wanted a taste of nooky. Is your pussy nice and hot now?"

Give Julie credit, my newly raised issue did not unsettle her one bit. "Yes, Daddy, I think my pussy is perfect serving temperature right now. You've warmed me up nicely, Daddy."

All this time I had continued to spank my little girl but at a much more leisurely pace. More pauses, the strokes still VERY firm but now I would rub the area I was about to spank before doing it.

I pulled her gently to her feet. She was fidgety, rubbed her bum, and blew air through her pursed lips as if that somehow could cool off her hindquarters. This time I made no attempt to hide my smile. "I'm going to undress you," I announced. Not waiting for a response, I began to do just that. I left her panties to last, pulling them down to her ankles and then having her step out of them. I pushed the lace underwear to my nose and took several deep breaths. Then I found the lace gusset, turned it out and kissed it while Julie blushed. I turned her around to inspect that gorgeous punished posterior. Did she know it was far from over?

"On your knees, honey. You must listen carefully to the rules." As I was saying this, I was taking off my own clothes. "You'll take Daddy's cock in your mouth to suck on and play with. If I tap your head or cheek it means to stop, as I'm about to cum and I don't want to yet. I'll tap you again when you can resume the blow job. I want this to take awhile. When I'm finally ready, I'll spurt my whole load into your mouth. Do not swallow any of it. Keep your lips wrapped around it while I make sure all my cum is out of me and in you. I will slowly pull my dick out and you must not lose a single drop. You hold it until I allow you to swallow… and NOT before. Now get started, baby girl."

Little doubt the rules unnerved her a bit. However, once fully engaged she took to it like a duck to water. Seeming to take it as a challenge to see if she could get me to ejaculate before I was able to tap her. I was enjoying every part of the process. Her eyes, lips, mouth. Now and then her bottom would brush against something or she would just get a twinge and I would get a hurt look from a face filled with aroused penis. Each time I felt ready to cum, I stopped and started her back up. I did this many times. When I felt it was time, I ordered her to suck like she was pulling every drop of cum from both balls. It felt as if my wiener was being pulled right down her throat. Then I came strongly into her. As I pulsed, I grabbed the base of my cock, to make sure it didn't escape Julie's lips. Once sure I was totally milked, I withdrew my cock very slowly from those ruby lips. I instructed my faux daughter up to the bed, lying on her back.

"Open your mouth, I want to make sure you haven't swallowed anything," I ordered pleasantly. I was rather impressed with the quantity of the milky ejaculate in Julie's mouth. "Now listen to me, sweetheart, you must keep all that goo in your mouth. You must not swallow any of it. If you do so without my permission, Daddy will have to give you another spanking and also a belt whipping. Do you understand, little girl?" There was a wide eyed and nervous nod of agreement. It seemed she suddenly realized why I had never taken her panties down while she was across my knee. The spankings were not over… nor were the surprises.

"Spread your legs, baby girl. Daddy wants to see if your pussy is still nice and hot or if I have to warm you up some more over my knee." I saw just a flash of irritation, but her legs moved apart. What an erotic vision! There was just a shiny bit of ejaculate on her lower lip and her pert boobs rose and fell as she breathed. I wasn't quite drooling but close enough. I had to resist the impulse to just bury my face into Julie's sex. Instead I ran just two fingers against those pussy lips and then brought them up to my mouth for a taste. Now I moved her legs further apart and sat on my knees between them. I slipped both hands under her punished backside and felt her body jerk from the contact, and I was sure I had heard her swallow. I couldn't keep from grinning at her look of wide eyed alarm. We both knew she now had most, if not all, of my ejaculate in her tummy. I pretended to ignore that and pulled the lower part of her body up to meet my mouth.

She tasted like sexual cotton candy. Moist and delicious. I let my tongue investigate every nook and cranny. When I was satisfied that she was all but dripping with liquid arousal, I sucked her sex into my mouth. As I sucked and nibbled and licked and pushed my face as far as possible into her intimate opening, I did wonder what she was thinking. Obviously she'd swallowed my cum. And she must have understood I knew it. Was she enjoying being eaten? Letting herself go to ravenous cunnilingus, not thinking about future punishment? Or was she pissed that I had given orders that she couldn't possibly obey. No wonder I hadn't been in a hurry to lower those sexy little panties. A bare bottom spanking was always part of my plan. I took my time. This was an incredibly yummy break from dishing out discipline.

I finally finished my meal. After all it was only fair that I filled my stomach with her delicious dew after she'd put my cum into her tummy. I was also pretty certain she's enjoyed at least one orgasm. If so, poor little Julie would find the next part of her corporal correction a lot more painful. I pretended sad surprise when I ordered her mouth open and discovered little evidence of milky ejaculate. "Julie baby, you have not been Daddy's good and obedient little girl. What did you do with Daddy's cum?"

"I swallowed it", was said with a mixture of daggers and defensiveness.

"Oh, too bad, sweetheart," I shook my head in mock sympathy. "That means Daddy is going to have to gave you another spanking. And I think we best start with the belt." I gave her only a few seconds to digest that while I stacked the two bed pillows in the middle of the mattress. "Come on, honey, on your tummy over the pillows, bottom up." I purposely turned away from the bed to grab my trousers, as if I knew she would obey. When I turned back, she had… but still seemed to stew a bit about my little trick.


I smiled and looked right at her as I pulled the belt, from its loops in one continuous motion. I saw a nervous swallow, not unexpected. This could be very serious discipline. Julie's backside had already lost a lot of its color. I drew my finger across the very top of the butt cheeks, as if to mark the starting point of her chastisement. "Now, sweetheart, Daddy is going to give you a baker's dozen of strokes on this cute butt. Your spanked bottom is already losing a lot of color but I'm going to give you some nice long welts across your naughty rear. They'll keep you company for a few days as a reminder to behave. You only have to count and thank Daddy for each. You know the rules: lose count or don't thank and we start over."

I didn't wait for a response but did get a nod of nervous understanding. My first stroke had a delightful snap and crack to it (perhaps a pop as well). It landed very near the imaginary line my finger traced. Julie's face buried in the pillow for a few seconds, muffling a girlish squeal, then popped up to say, "One" and "Thank you, Daddy." I proceeded quite slowly, trying to make sure I kept my welted lines straight and even. The charming recipient had increasing difficulty in staying in position, while the count and thanks was made with increasing difficulty. At six, I moved to the other side of the bed. Julie was becoming quite teary. I actually felt a bit conflicted. Real sympathy for the mature woman that was suffering… against the lust I felt in disciplining her. Lust won!

When I applied the twelve stroke, I wondered if Julie might not know what a baker's dozen was. But it seemed she did, for each stroke had descended in order from the top of her bottom cheeks to number twelve, right across her sit spot. As I readied the belt for it's conclusion, the lovely lady's bottom seemed to shiver, knowing the final belt whip would be at the very sensitive top of her legs. The mattress buried her scream and when the head came back up tears were brimming and staring to leak. I sat on the bed and moved her head over to my lap. "You took your medicine like a very good girl, sweetheart. Now all we have left is the paddling."

Her mouth moved but no words issued. She obviously was trying to construct an objection, yet knew being uncooperative risked the chance of more severe punishment, possibly even more whipping with the belt. So instead of words I got pleading looks for mercy. "Oh, honey, didn't Daddy promise you the paddle? I should have. It's really a lovely paddle. African hardwood but very thin, so it's less likely to bruise. But boy does it sting…and burn. I don't want to bruise this gorgeous derriere. I want to paint it. I want to brand your pretty butt. Not just my initials on one of your cheeks, I want your sexy ass on fire from Daddy's tough love. That burn is going to overlay those lovely belt welts, so that on your drive home, you won't be able to sit still. So hot you'll want ice packs on your bottom cheeks."

I had gotten up off the bed and picked up the paddle from the night stand and resumed my seat on the spanking chair as I continued the tease/threat: "You know what I'm going to miss, Julie? I'm going to wish I could see you when you need to go potty and have to lower those silly little panties. The first time it will feel like your undies are glued to your naughty bottom. I wish I'd be able to hear the ooohs and aaahs of distress. Then when that scalded bottom first makes contact with the toilet seat  I'll bet you'll yelp, just like you did when I grabbed your ear lobe. I can see you now, squirming as you pee, while mentally cursing your Daddy for blistering your bottom. And even when the pain begins to subside, you'll get lots of itching as that precious booty begins to heal."

"Come on, Baby," I was tapping the paddle against my thigh, "Time to get over Daddy's knee. And bring along those panties. I may need them if you make too much noise." Julie looked absolutely adorable. The pout had returned as she grasped the silky underwear and alighted from the bed. She held the undies in front of her sex as she moved towards me, as if to protect her modesty. God! It made me HOT! The pout was still there but now it actually looked like it belonged on a girl somewhere between six years old and a teenager. I took the panties from her hand and swept her over my lap. For several long seconds I took in the view. I could sense Julie twitching a bit. Perhaps wanting to get it over with. But I took my time, even pushing the cheeks apart to reveal unpunished skin and a perky pink butt hole. If I only had more time, I would love to shove a lightly lubricated dick hard into that butt hole and fuck her till I shot another load into her as she squealed in protest. Then feed her the cum that dripped out .

Perhaps another day. I rubbed the paddle across her buttocks, insisting she relax, as I felt her tensing up. As soon as she obeyed, I struck. It was a short and very sharp stroke with a lot of wrist action. She yelped and gave a girlish kick and tensed once more. I repeated the rubbing and once more insisted she relax. As soon as she did, she got a fresh spank on the other cheek. I repeated this slow discipline for several minutes. During the rubbing I began a relentless scolding: "Such a naughty little girl… punished like a child… what would your girl friends say… your co-workers that think you're a sophisticated adult… I'll bet they'd love to see it… they would probably love to do it to you… a little lady that has gotten too big for her britches… your mother… I'm sure she'd love to paddle you silly for being such a bratty young lady."

She was hot. So was I but in a different, yet nearby, location. As hard as I was with my paddle, it was only the preamble. By now she was twisting, kicking and even flailing a bit. In distress and vocalizing when the paddle landed, but still more or less under control. Then I moved my right leg and allowed her to rest only across my left knee. She knew immediately what was going to happen and began to protest.

"No, Daddy, PLEASE!" It was sincere and music to my ears. She was not going to like this next part, but it was for her own good...

"Now, Baby, you know Daddy needs to do this and you need it." I placed my right leg so that it now rested across the back of both of her legs. I also held her tightly at the waist with my left arm. Now the scolding would be mostly soft, sympathetic and loving. The spanking would be ferocious. There would be breaks but they would be short while I re-secured Julie over my knee, assuring her chastisement was not yet complete, and that she should be brave. It took all my strength to keep her secured, yet she did not try to escape, never stopped calling me Daddy and was arousingly girlish, swearing she would be Daddy's good little girl from now on and tearfully apologizing for being naughty.

Julie's bottom had indeed turned a beautiful burgundy. I could no longer easily see the welts from the belt whipping. Still there was one more color to add before completion. I went to it with what I would call tennis strokes. Short sharp spanks with force but that reverse as soon as they strike flesh, then strike again a fraction of a second later, so quickly the skin has no time to cool. Each volley at each spot is at least two or three times in a row. Soon I was rewarded with the color I desired. Chalk white over a burgundy bottom. Blisters! Many over belt welts. Oh, this naughty girl would be able to sit. But what torture, especially on hard wooden chairs.

Capitulation was complete. The girl across my lap was not seriously struggling, just softly sobbing. I pulled her up gently on to my lap. She jerked when her punished posterior touched my skin and I couldn't resist a chuckle. I got a glare in return but she buried her face into my chest as I kissed her forehead and hair, telling her what a brave girl she was. She squirmed so her punished cheeks mainly hung over my lap while I dried her tears.

I took her to the mirror and showed her how deeply marked her bottom was.


I told her she must now go home and tell her husband everything that had happened here today, and show him her properly spanked bottom.

As we both dressed, I got more glares as she winced and jerked each time a piece of clothing touched a punished part. After a parting hug and kiss, the arousal continued to the very end, as I saw Julie walking very stiffly down the hotel hallway. I wondered how many sympathetic inquiries she might get from others about her obvious discomfort. And could, or would, any of them be able to guess the cause. Might Julie give it away to the more observant, by blushing when they asked if she was alright.

I also wondered if I'd get another chance at being her temporary daddy. She could use a really good ass fucking!


Ha ha! Is that not wonderful? Here are my reactions.

First, I enjoy it tremendously that I am front and center in an older gentleman's sexual imaginings. I'm sure me posting the occasional nudes (some of them well-spanked) helps the imaginings in that regard!


I absolutely definitely have a thing about older men. I'm talking 60s, 70s, whatever. I am not incredibly visual. I don't notice things in people's appearance that others may. I am turned on by sexy thoughts and sexy actions.

Of course, Hank picked up on my Daddy fantasies. I think most of my long-time blog readers have. I get turned on thinking about my own Dad doing stuff like this to me (blush, blush, blush). Don't get me wrong, he would never, but I might! But I really appreciated that Hank went there because the fantasy of it does turn me on a lot.

Hank included a bit of scene negotiation up front. I liked that to set the stage, although in real-life the negotiations would have been much more explicit and a safeword would always be used by people who have not played many times (and a "red" kept in reserve even so). But as a fantasy, I like that I was told "no safewords". But mustn't let one's pussy overpower one's head when playing!

I also really, really liked, and thought it was extremely sexy, that Hank told me he would "send me back home to my husband David properly punished and submissive." I like that David was included, and that the purpose of the tryst was implicitly as a marital aid. Hank acknowledged my relationship with my husband which felt very safe. Hank was there to play with me, and then send me back home to my husband safe and sound for a good fucking. There would be no risk of Hank falling in love with me or anything. I was there as his plaything. There is also the subtle cuckolding aspect, which I also found very sexy (and even more so when I was unexpectedly required to give head later in the scene).

I liked the confidence Hank portrayed, and how I had to run in my too high heels to keep up with him after he left the table (I would have, too, like a silly little slut). Hank had me dressed a little "Forever 21" with a touch of slut, which I thought was cute, and made me seem more like a younger daughter.

She needs a spanking and a face fucking!

I got myself embarrassed in the elevator with the three older women. That turns me on also. They probably knew we were not really Daddy and daughter. More like sugar daddy and sugar baby. And from the looks of things, sugar daddy was likely to spank his baby back in the room before fucking her good. I can only imagine how disapproving were the thoughts of the old bags in the elevator, with their disapprovals squarely focused on me (there's this societal norm that it's normal for men to get away with whatever they can, but the girls who give it up too easy are somehow at fault!).

When we got to his room it was right into action. I was ear-marched to the corner and told to lift my skirt. It's embarrassing all of sudden to have to lift your skirt and show off your cute little cotton panties to a man you'd only met minutes before. So is it any wonder a girl hesitates?

Well, because I hesitated he lifted my skirt himself and gave me a hard slap to my panty covered right cheek! But then he decided I would need more of a lesson than just that in obeying him.  So as a further lesson in obedience, he pulled my panty down, baring my bum! Instead of only being required to show off my panties, I now had to show off my bare bum in front of him!!!! I was bare bum, in front of a man not my husband, whom I barely knew! I can almost feel the squirmy humiliation of having that happen to me. There are very many men I interact with day in and day out. Most of them would want to pull my panties down, but they are certainly not allowed to. This man took command and bared my bottom as a lesson in obedience. He concluded the lesson with a matching hard smack to my now bare left cheek. And so the mini scene ends with the sad story of a sorry girl, now holding her skirt up above her waist, but with her panties lowered, and with two big hand prints imprinted as punishment on her bare cheeks!

The next part of the story is where he switched me out of my white cotton panties, and put me into sheer sexy panties. I don't know about that. I went along with it (in my mind), but it was more about his panty fetish if you know what I mean? I wore those girlish white cotton panties for a reason! I would have gone along with it, though. No scene is ever perfect.

I like that there was plenty of scolding and dialog, including me having to repeat the word "spanking" several times. I think Hank is right that even saying that word is sexy to a spanko! Then when he asked me what kind of spanking, and described either a light one or a ridiculously hard one, Hank had me pegged. I would have definitely gone with the hard one. Sort of like diving into a cold lake. You take the plunge and then you're in mid-air and it's all "what have I done????"

Then more and more dialog, which I loved and really put me in the mood. I like when a man tells me what he is going to do to me, in minute detail, even repeating himself, and then does it. Each repetition makes me hotter and hotter so that I am practically begging for it by the time the action happens.

Hank mentioned that he would spank me until my pussy was "hot and juicy", and then he would eat me out! That was the first mention of something sexual occurring. I was a bit taken aback when he said it. Did I sign up for this? For a stranger to eat me out after my spanking? Was it not to be just a spanking? Is not the eating me out overly intimate? And what kind of a girl allows herself to be eaten out by a man she had literally just met ten minutes ago? Is eating out my pussy not something only my husband ought to be allowed to do?

I am trying to really think what I would actually have done in that situation. Yes (blush), I would not have stopped it. I was actually super turned on by the compelled cuckolding: I had no choice - he told me how it was going to be!

About those panties. the one thing I did like about them was that I was forced to face him while raising my skirt, and the panties were so sheer that he could see my bare waxed pussy right through them. My tummy fluttered as I realized what he was seeing.

And then there was even more dialog (still loved it, though you guys maybe were getting tired of it, I was not). And this time he confirmed I would be spanked to tears, and I believed him. And then after that, a blow job, with an ejaculation, and with me swallowing his sperm. More similar reactions to before with the pussy eating. Plus, in real life I am really not that great at sucking cock, do not particularly enjoy it, and absolutely hate getting sperm in my mouth, much less swallowing it. But from experience I knew that if I had been properly spanked, and then threatened with a continuation of the spanking for lack of enthusiasm, I would definitely perform! The fact that Hank was old, and that I would have soft, wrinkly, old man cock in my mouth, and old man sperm down my throat, was even more sexy. Me, as a young woman, would have to work hard to get him up and to make him ejaculate, or else "the belt whipping of my life"! Sexy as fuck! I am twisted, I know.

I guess I also liked that I got spanked with my sheer panties up. At the most intense phase he was seated on a chair and I was over his knee grabbing a chair leg and his ankle. I can imagine grabbing onto that ankle for dear life while getting my spanking!

Towards the end Hank slowed down my spanking and added some rubbing and fondling into it, the better to cool my ass and heat my pussy. That was nice.

When the spanking was over I had to stand in front of Hank as he stripped me bare naked. He then got a full-frontal view of me. Bare breasts and pussy included. And he could see I was very wet by now as well. I hate it when my pussy betrays me like that!

Then it was down on my knees and I had to give Hank his darned blowjob. He gave me further instructions that after he came in my mouth, I must carefully suck him dry without swallowing any of his nasty old man sperm. Yuck!

For real, when I get a mouthful of sperm, I have the immediate overwhelming desire to run to the sink and immediately spit it all out. That this was not allowed, on pain of "the belt whipping of my life" (which I would have deserved and submitted to), was sexy as fuck. Instead I had to lie on my back on the bed, knees up, with that disgusting blob of goo in my mouth, and allow old man Hank to eat me out.

Fortunately, old man Hank seemed to be extremely skilled at eating a girl out! He teased me like anything and I came not once, but twice, and was heading for number three when he cut me off (I am very multi-orgasmic in real-life, something my man appreciates about me!).

Hank had me "accidentally on purpose" swallowing his cum during my pussy licking. I found that very unrealistic. No way would I disobey like that at that point in a scene, and no way would I even be inclined to swallow his nasty sperm anyways. Besides, it would have been super sexy being eaten out while forced to hold that in my mouth (I do that to my husband often, spanking him while holding a mouthful of his own sperm, even in front of other women - so humiliating for him).

I would have preferred if Hank had put me back on my knees, and made me show him what a good girl I was by keeping his sperm in my mouth, and then hold me by my throat as he makes me swallow it all down after teasing me that he might allow me to spit it out and then changing his mind. The spanking that follows could have legitimately been given because I suck at giving blow jobs and am self-conscious about it.

At one point, after the panties up spanking across his knee, the stripping, the blow job, the sperm, and the pussy licking, Hank narrated that "a bare bottom spanking was always part of the plan". The climax of the scene was none of what we had already done together, but would be my "bare bottom spanking". So perfect.

But even before that I would be given a taste of the belt. I like that he did that. I hate being threatened repeatedly with an implement and then NOT getting it. So I was glad of it.

Hank placed two pillows on the bed and made me lie across them.  He would have seen something along these lines.


I received 13 strokes of the belt across my bottom. They were described as being very strict, leaving "nice long welts" that would "keep me company for a few days as a reminder to behave". I had to count and thank after each. I found it unrealistic that I would not have deliberately messed up the count and gotten an extra dozen!

I actually thought we might be done by then, but then Hank announced that I still had a bare bottom paddling across his knee to come! Hank described it as a light but stingy paddle that would leave a lasting impression. He again used his words to describe the paddling I had coming, and to describe how I'd feel for the next several days. He particularly enjoyed the image of me taking my panties down and squirming on the toilet seat while peeing, which I guess is a bit of a fetish of his, but who am I to judge?

I had to pick my panties up off the floor to hand them to him which he threatened to use as a gag on me if I made too much noise. Unfortunately, Hank forgot about that and the idea never made a  reappearance which is a shame. I like the image of a girl dangling across a man's knee, getting the bejesus spanked out of her ass, with her panties stuffed into her mouth to keep her shut up.

Even I agree, sometimes women just
talk too much...

Hank scolded as he spanked, which I loved. He also did the "imagine if people you know could see you now" bit which I find to be very erotic.

For the final part of the paddling Hank locked his leg over the backs of both of mine, which is a sure sign of trouble to come! He then paddled my ass to a deep burgundy and then continued until the centers of each cheek were a chalk white. Blisters over belt welts. I imagine it looked somewhat like this.


Would I have really allowed something like that to happen to me? Yes. Yes I would have. Listen, your mileage may vary, but I have found that when I am in a deeply submissive mood, I would allow the spanking to continue (I would not use a safeword). I would be in a crazy amount of pain, and kicking and screaming and crying and begging for it to stop. I would genuinely want it to stop, but would feel as if I had no say in the matter. I have experienced that from Tracy, from my sister, and from my husband. That is how I am. I find it cathartic. I would be literally spanked to tears. You would feel sorry for me. My ass would take many days to heal.

The final bit of cuckolding was the requirement that I go straight home and show my husband "the damage". I also found it sexy that he enjoyed the degree of pain I was in as I dressed myself and hobbled painfully down the hallway after saying goodbye. Here was a man who knew how to command a girl's respect.

After I had left, Hank wondered the natural question of would he get another chance at me. He thought if he did, I could use an ass fucking.

Well Hank, I'm afraid the answer is no. It wouldn't be special unless it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to do whatever he wanted to me. I think he might have regretted, after the fact, not putting his dick in my asshole when he had the chance. I would have obeyed. But interesting that he did not mention a pussy fucking at all. Is that not something a man would want to do to a girl if given complete carte blanche? Fuck her in her hot tight wet cunt??? I love that poor old Hank, never to get such a chance ever again with me (or any other young lady - he is old and might die soon?), and how he must both love what he did do, and simultaneously regret everything he did not do!

Ha ha!

Thank you Hank! And you know I'm teasing. Our tryst would have been wonderful!

Tuesday, March 19

Fiction Continued: The Bargain (Part 4)


As you'll recall, my pen-pal darryl and I have been collaborating on a work of fiction. We are pleased to announce yet another new chapter for your reading enjoyment!

The story is called "The Bargain", and was first presented in Fiction: The Bargain. You can access an index of all my fictional works and co-productions at the page Fiction with Julie, perma-linked top right in the blog sidebar.

The story The Bargain is about a young college-aged boy who received the strap across his palms from his young and pretty French Professor at the strict Christian college he attended with his sister. For this boy, a strapping at school means a humiliating bare bottom paddling at home for this much too old boy. However, his naughty younger sister and her two girlfriends conspired to get the boy into even deeper trouble, and conspired to be there when his punishment was doled out by his angry Mother. The three wicked girls then blackmailed the boy into submitting to them for fear of the entire school finding out about his embarrassing spankings at home. One of these girls, the boy had a major crush on.

In the immediately preceding episode (Chapter 3), it was the next day at school where things went from bad to worse for our young male protagonist. A haugthy young woman named Stacey Morningstar, whom Darryl called the b-word, had her jock friends take revenge on him by giving him a very public wedgy. After school his sister dealt with him again, but then wound up being quite surprisingly tender with him at the end.

In this latest episode, his sister Julie attempts to deliver on her promise of giving her brother that long awaited blowjob, but is shocked and dismayed with what happens when she tries. Angry with her brother, she increases his punishment by making him beg his worst nightmare, Stacey Morningstar, for forgiveness, publicly and on his knees. Stacey admires Julie's style, and seeks her out, where we learn something very surprising about the haughty Miss Morningstar...

Monday, March 11

A Week of Panty Training (part 3)

[continued from part 2]
In which my husband is thoroughly panty trained in front of my sister, plus a surprise!

After a meeting with a blog fan named June in which my husband was thoroughly dominated by her as I watched (Fangirl Dominates Hubby!), we decided that a proper capstone would be a full week of panty training. I also mentioned that I would get my sister involved if I could, and that happened on Saturday, and something a bit more as well that I am excited to tell you about shortly.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to publish this. I actually wrote the bulk of it the day after, but because of some work stuff this week it took me a while to get back to adding in the photos and proofreading and all, but finally ready to hit Publish now. This is the last installment, and I am focusing mainly on Saturday which was the most fun and different with a "it never rains but pours" vibe! I also have the latest installment of the fiction story "The Bargain" in my hands to edit, so that's coming up soon as well.


Saturday

We woke up Saturday morning and my husband went through his usual morning routine. Due to our night out on Friday he put on a few pounds despite his calorie count being more or less inline. This sometimes happens due to the timing of the eating and the type of food (e.g., more salty). It's not "overnight fat gain" or anything like that. Nonetheless, it was an increase in weight of almost two pounds in a day so he had to suffer the consequences. 😈

I mock scolded him and pulled him off the scale by his ear. We were both completely nude. I made him face the sink and bend over, putting his hands on the counter. I encircled his waist with one hand and I spanked him with my other. As I was doing this, I was conscious of my own bare breasts rubbing against his upper back and side. I then picked up the hairbrush from the countertop and gave him about twenty zingers on his bare behind. "Do better!" I told him. tee hee.

I made sure he had on his panty for the day, of course. As I helped him into it I reminded him that my sister Sue was coming by for dinner tonight, and she had promised to help me with his panty training. I told him to be ready for "anything", which is code for cleaning out his backside lest he embarrass the both of us!

We went out shopping for the dinner ingredients and I did a bit of preparation. We both goofed off a lot during the day. One of david's tasks however, was to load the photos I had taken of June and he, and prepare them so that we could show it as a slide show on the big TV in the family room. These were the full resolution, un-cropped and un-blurred photos. david in all his glory. I'll replay the slide show for you below in case you missed it.

Sue came by near dinnertime. We heard the knock on the door and I sent david to open it. I was in the kitchen doing some final preparations. I did a real double take when I heard another female voice!!!

Sue had brought a friend of hers! I put down what I was doing and went over to see. Sue had not mentioned this at all. My reaction was one of excitement and "oh goody!". Not in the least upset!

I was introduced to Valerie. Valerie looked to be a bit younger than us, maybe late twenties. She was a slim and petite brunette with a nice figure and smaller breasts, wearing a fairly conservative dress, and she wore glasses. We found out later that she was a schoolteacher! But isn't that just perfect?!? A prim and proper (on the outside), grade four, as it turned out, schoolteacher. Actually, she was just subbing for now as it takes quite some time to get a full-time position anywhere near Toronto. But my goodness, what a scandale.


Sue is of course tall and skinny and blonde and in her early forties (but looking much younger) and was wearing pants and a blouse. Sue and she both took their boots off and put on their heels. We conducted them into the living room and they each took a seat. I told david to sit as well and entertain Valerie while Sue and I fetched the appetizers and opened the wine.

My husband did not, of course, know what to make of Valerie. Was he to be panty trained in front of her as well??? Was Valerie just a vanilla guest, and panty training was off? He did his best to make small talk with her.  Later on he told me he was not at all sure of the situation, but observed that she had a tiny little smirk on her face as she talked with him. It didn't help that the spanking chair was all set out facing the room, opposite the couch where she was sitting, right in front of the fireplace, with my big spanking hairbrush lying across the seat!

I went with Sue into the kitchen and from there further into the family room where we could talk without being overheard.

"Who's Valerie?" I asked in an excited whisper.

"Just a friend. We've messed around. I hope you don't mind that I brought her over uninvited?" said Sue.

"No. Not at all. But is she here to, you know..." I enquired.

"Yes, if you want her to," she said. "She's good. I told her about what we had planned for him, and she thought it sounded like fun to come and watch. I thought it would be fun for you guys also if I brought her around unannounced. I hope that was ok?"

"Oh it is!" I told Sue. What an understatement! "A wonderful surprise! Should we still do everything we planned?"

"Definitely," said Sue.

"I was also going to ask, I was thinking of using my strap-on while you watched, if you were ok with it, but what do you think with Valerie here?" I ventured.

"I'm definitely ok with it, and I told her that you do that to him. I was hoping you would. I wanted her to see it. I think it would turn her on," she said.

Ha ha. The subtext was that Sue was no doubt taking Valerie home with her afterwards, and wanted to heat her up for the nocturnal activities!

"But only if you're comfortable with it," Sue continued, "and you think david would be ok with it as well," she added.

"Well, I don't know how comfortable he'll be seeing as I was planning on using the big dildo, but Valerie being here to see it will only make it that much better."

And so that was all settled regarding the activities for the evening. And as it turned out, we had not misjudged, Valerie was entertained by it all, and david got his schoolteacher kink on!

Valerie being excited to see this is another data point for something I have observed for a while now. Women, and especially younger women (who tend to be more sexually open minded in my experience), are always very keen and comfortable to see a husband being dominated by a wife so long as they believe it is a 100% safe environment for them.

Think of it this way. If a guy was invited by a couple to watch a pretty bare naked woman being dominated (safely and consensually) by their partner, what guy would ever pass up on seeing that? Add in the physical and emotional safety factors from a woman's point of view, and you get the same thing. It's fun, kinky, exciting, different, an experience, and safe. Under those conditions there are many, many young women who would want to watch, and Valerie appeared to be one of them. It's just that setting up all the right conditions is tough.

Sue has a great track record of finding interested women as she is out and about more than I and has intimate relationships from time to time. She also has a kinky streak in her and looks for it in her love interests as well. We have played with previous girlfriends and friends of hers. I think she gets a kick out of "showing off" our kinky relationship, which is just fine by us. Makes her cooler and more "edgy" in front of her friends. By all means, use us and abuse us!


Sue and I plated the appis and opened the wine and brought it all into the living room where david and Valerie were talking.

I turned to david and said, "why don't you go upstairs to the bathroom for a few minutes while I have a talk with Valerie and Sue, ok baby?"

He promptly got up to leave. He could imagine what we would be talking about, but would not be allowed to hear it.

I held up my finger waiting for david to go upstairs, into our bedroom, close the door, and go to the bathroom.

When I lowered my finger Valerie spoke first, "I hope I'm not putting you out showing up uninvited like this, but Sue thought it would fun for it to be a surprise."

"We talked just now. It's exciting for us. The more the merrier," I said. "And Sue said she told you all about our plans for the evening and you were ok with that?

"Definitely. It's exciting for me too!" she enthused.

"I plan on fucking him with my strap-on. Is that cool?" I asked.

"Oh no! The poor guy. In front of me? Sure!" She still seemed enthusiastic.

"You can't take pictures or tell anybody about it, ok, at least not tying our names or anything to it?" I confirmed.

"Oh no, of course not!" she said quickly, and then added conspiratorially, "I know how to keep a secret, and I'm sure you guys do as well – it wouldn't do for anybody anywhere near work to know what I get up to in my spare time either."

It's at this point that I found out that she was a schoolteacher and got into some of the details. And she was likely right. A primary school teacher involved in such kinkiness? Even nowadays that would not be cool to have that get out, unfortunately.

I poured the wine and offered the appetizers and the conversation continued about her job and more vanilla matters.

david returned and I told him, "sweetie, why don't you go set another place at the dinner table for Valerie." Normally as the hostess I would have done that much more discreetly. But this was my way of telling him the conversation was concluded and Valerie would be "staying for dinner" with all that entailed. He went to do it.

When david returned he said, "did you know that Valerie is a schoolteacher?" and I told him I did. I could tell he was titillated by the prospect of having the pretty young schoolteacher "staying for dinner".

Small talk continued with a shift a bit towards current events. I was back and forth to the kitchen. I was making my famous Honey Mustard Chicken with Quinoa, which is actually quite quick to pull together.

Before too long I announced dinner was ready and we all made our way to the dining room. The conversation continued throughout dinner. It was a bit surreal, as the tension and expectation was palpable, yet completely unspoken. And david still was not 100% sure anything would happen, or the scope of activities planned if they were. We served mixed berries for dessert with a second bottle of wine, a pink proseco, and as that was coming to an end I thought I'd start the proceedings.

"david, why don't you stand up now, go to the head of the table where we can see you properly, and tell us what you have on underneath your pants."

Oh my, but he blushed. One moment he was a functioning adult, the next he was put (literally) on the carpet. david stood up at the table and moved to the spot indicated. I was seated at the opposite head of the table, Sue on my left, and Valerie on my right (david's place had been next to Sue, on the side of the table, I would not allow him to occupy the head, saying we should be closer together).

"Ummm... well..." he stammered, "it's a pair of, of, oh my uh, p...p...panties."

That tortured extraction elicited a little laugh from all three of us.

"Why on earth are you in panties?" I asked him facetiously.

"We had a visitor come who Julie knew online and she, um, sort of put me in the panties and then they said I needed to wear them for, like, a week, so that's still going on."

I looked over at Val and Sue and they were both smiling broadly. david was visibly blushing and squirming. Pure husband torture.

"And what happened to the underwear you were wearing that day?" I asked him.

"June, that's her name, sort of took them home with her..." he said.

"Yes she did. A trophy." I said.

"Yes Ma'am"

"david prepared a little picture show for us for after dinner in the family room of our time with June, didn't you sweetie?"

"Yes Ma'am, are we still, um, showing that?" he asked, knowing the answer seeing as how I'd just raised it.

"I wonder. Those are very naughty pictures, aren't they david? Do you think you should show them to Valerie?" I asked.

"No Ma'am," he answered.

"No, definitely not suitable for a grade four schoolteacher, are they? There are some pictures of parts of you that only your wife and Doctor has any right to see. Say nothing of photos of you being spanked across June's knee, and put in panties, and tied up, and even more. What do you think Valerie, should we make him show them to you? A little show and tell?" I asked her.

"Oh yes," she answered with a broad smile. "and I think he wants to also," she added making pointing motions at his crotch which was quite "bulgy" from what was going on underneath. david unconsciously hunched a little and moved his hands slowly in front of himself.

"No. Hands at your sides, naughty boy," I said. He painfully moved his hands away from his crotch, slowly as if they were stuck in molasses.

"And tell me david, what do I call it when I put you in panties for a week?" I asked him.

"P... p... panty training, ma'am," he got out.

"That's right! You're being panty trained. And why do I panty train you, sweetheart?" I was really drawing out the torture!

"So I won't get too big for my britches," he said.

"Such a clever boy," I said. "And what goes along everyday with panty training?"

"I have to handwash them and hang them to dry, and wear them during the day," he answered.

"And what else," I persisted. That was really the least of it.

"Ummm, I have to face the wall in timeout." he said. True. He was really avoiding the spanking part, though, wasn't he!

"Yes you do," I confirmed. "You have to get undressed down to nothing but your little panty and face the wall for fifteen whole minutes, don't you? Like a naughty little girl. Is that very boring david?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"And what happens after timeout, david?" I insisted.

"And, and then you, um, s... s... spank me..."

At this point Valerie chimed in with the grade four schoolteacher's perspective, "Oh I shouldn't, but sometimes how I wish I could do that to some of my kids," she said. Now that was inappropriate! Ha ha!


Me, if I was a schoolteacher! :-)

"And what else special happens during panty training, david?" I persisted.

"um... I mustn't back-talk you, ma'am?" Ha! He was avoiding something...

"No you mustn't," I confirmed, "or you get the strap."

"She's nasty with that strap," chimed in Sue.

"No, I was thinking of something else," I continued. "Put on your thinking cap and tell us all what it is..." He knew what it was.

"Um... we do sex different?" he ventured. Getting there, but not good enough yet.

"Tell me in what way sex is different, sweetheart, be clear," I told him, "or I'll bend you over for a strapping on your bare bum, and you'll be crying, and Valerie will see what Sue meant by calling me 'nasty' with it."

david looked at his feet and said, "you put on your strap-on dildo, and you make me suck it, and then I have to bend over and you have sex with me in the bum with it..."

Both Sue and Valerie spontaneously applauded when he said it.

"Ok, I think we've tortured you enough for now, sweetheart. Go get the picture show ready for us while we clean up," I said.

david moved away quickly and we girls tidied up. As we were finishing I excused myself to go upstairs and prepare. I put on my exercise gear, including my yoga pants, and gathered up the dildos and the other necessaries, putting them into a little red gym bag. I came downstairs and we all went into the family room where david was ready for us with the original photo of June on screen.

There she is. That's June.

I can't show you guys the whole picture here. But above is the equivalent cropped version. The full version david had on the screen had more of her house, down to her feet, and included her head. The same is true for all the other photos as well. A lot more clarity and context than what I can show here.

"You look ready for action," said Sue, commenting on my sporty attire.

"Well that bum isn't going to spank itself," I said.

I directed Sue and Valerie to sit on the couch directly facing the TV, and then I told david to go sit on the couch between them. It was a tight fit! Sue reached over and rubbed his thigh saying, "I'm excited to see this!"

"Feel free to grope him," I told the ladies, and added, "but david, you keep your hands to yourself," as if he needed to be told.

Sue reached into david's lap, rubbed, and said, "oh, you're excited too, I can feel! Val, feel for yourself."

Val tentatively reached over and copped a feel of david's crotch herself. "he is," she confirmed. She gave it a little rub as well and kept her hand on his thigh, rubbing him absentmindedly, often on his dick, as did Sue. david was in heaven getting groped like this.

I explained who June was and the circumstances of meeting her. I then continued into the picture show.

There's his bare bum over June's knee.
She stripped him naked and got right down to business.

There's the view you get when you spank a guy.
You can a sort of see his little bum hole.
We have better pictures of that later.

Cute bum, isn't it?

How was her spanking david?
Did she have a hard hand?

I guess she did.
There's his ass a few minutes later looking nice and pink!

He had to sort of spread his legs to keep his balance.
June took advantage of that and gave him a few to the inside of his near thigh.

That's me, feeling the heat.

June showing off the view.

Then she got my big paddle out.

Here it comes...

On its way...

CRACK!

She brought those for him.
Panty training time!
Look at his red cheeks.

June wrestling him onto her bed.
No nonsense arm hold there.

And then tying him up.
Don't you love the knee in his back?

Wrists bound. Little panty on.

Now his ankles...

A nice tight belt around them.

We gave him a flogging. No pictures :-(
Then June unties him

And turned him over.
What have we here?
A very excited boy by the looks of things!

She cropped his cock...

and his balls.

Then trampled them!

Getting her heel right in there.
He was so scared, but she didn't hurt him.

Then back across her knee for another spanking.
See how his arms are still tied up?
He needed to spread his legs even more for balance.
Nice ball sac. A bit tighter than before, no?

And a legs spread cropping to his balls.

Exploring his bum hole.

And a good finger fucking to loosen him up!

Panties back in place

Oral sex!

Nice and deep

Then she stuck a dildo into his rear end.
The other one was still in his mouth.
He had to hold it there.

And made him jerk off.
What a little monkey!

Jerk, jerk, jerk...

June made him pose his cock.

And held it in her hand for scale

Now back at it

She sat up near his face.
Didn't have any panties on.
What a view!
He tried to cop a feel but she shut him down.

Feeding him a cock while he was pleasuring himself.

Made him gag.

He lost his erection a bit from that.
But those balls look pretty full with cum!

She lightened up and he spewed cum, then had to eat it!

"What a great picture show!" said Sue. I had narrated and david had silently blushed through the whole thing as the women on either side pressed into him and rubbed his thighs and his crotch. They had made a few encouraging comments and observations along the way that had david blushing as well.

"Great pictures. But oh my God, he's such a slut!" said Valerie. Ha ha!

"I'll bet he has his panties on right now," said Sue. "Let's check!" And with that both Sue and Valerie dug under the waistband of his jeans and each pulled up a lacy hem of his panty. "He does!"

"Why don't you ladies undress him down to his panties for a fashion show?" I suggested.

Well I didn't have to ask twice. They both set right on him and stripped off all his clothes, right down to his little white thong panty, with david still seated on the couch.

"Oh my God! They don't cover anything!" said Valerie as david's erect cock and heavy balls came full into view, spilling out of the contours of his panty.

Literally looked like this.

"Bad boy!" said Sue as she gave his shaft a smack with the palm of her hand. The the girls got the idea of making him stand on the cedar chest that was between the couch and the TV and do some modelling for us.

Don't have a photo of that, but this was the view.

He got a very thorough ribbing about his "cute little panties" from both women, who seemed to very much enjoy my husband's predicament. But isn't that what panty training is all about?

"Let's do his spanking first," I offered, "and put him in timeout after with a red bum?"

The ladies agreed.

"Sue, I believe you volunteered to take him across your knee today?" I said.

"I did," she agreed. "May I use the big wooden spoon?"

"Oh no please!" begged david as soon as he heard that. The spoon Sue is referring to is a big wooden salad spoon that hurts like the dickens. I had experienced it myself once and can vouch for that. It is by far Sue's favourite spanking implement.


"Of course," I answered, "I should have known. But why don't you warm him up with your hand first? Or maybe Valerie wants to do that?" I ventured.

"Sure!" she said.

Sue took david's arm and helped him step down from the cedar chest.


My sister helping out the "little damsel" dressed in nothing but her panty was cute. She had Valerie sit on the chest and then had david drape himself across her lap. They adjusted position a bit to get comfortable and then Valerie laid her hand on his butt.

"Why don't you pull her panties down first?" I suggested. I had seamlessly transitioned to referring to my husband with feminine pronouns and nobody seemed to notice.

"They won't protect her much," said Valerie with a chuckle, picking up on my use of "her" to refer to david.

"It's the symbolism," I said. "When a girl is about to be spanked, it drives the point home better when she gets her panties lowered, even if they are just a tiny thong."

Valerie grabbed the little string on either side of his panty, and yanked the back down to below his ass cheeks. "You're right," she said, "it is better this way."

She then flattened out her palm and began smacking his cheeks. The technique was unpracticed, but we were not about to criticize. We were very much enjoying the show, david across the knee of a fourth-grade schoolteacher!

As she smacked him I left to go fetch the wooden spoon. I got back and handed the spoon to Sue. We watched as Valerie pinkened his backside. She seemed to enjoy doing it.

"Is that good?" she asked.

"Perfect," I said. "Pull her panties back up now before she stands up."

Valerie pulled them up and arranged them nicely, tugging the thong back up into his crack.

david stood, then Valerie got up and Sue took her place. Sue had an evil smile on her face as she smacked the bowl of the wooden spoon into her palm.

"Please not the balls!" begged david.

Oh dear. Last time he got a couple of strokes from the bowl of the spoon right onto the backs of his balls. Scaredy cat.

"We'll have to see," said Sue with another smile. "You're not off to a good start, giving me ultimatums like that."

"I'm sorry Ma'am!" begged david, not wanting to get on her "bad side" just then. He draped himself across her lap.

"Julie, am I allowed to smack his balls with the wooden spoon for that?" asked Sue of me.

"Of course," I answered. I trust Sue to be measured.

"Do you hear that david?" asked Sue. "You wife says I'm allowed to smack your balls with the spoon, are you going to say I'm not allowed?"

"no ma'am..."

"How many smacks to the balls should you get for complaining like that?" she asked him.

"ummm, uh, one ma'am?" answered david, reluctantly.

"No. I think two smacks is more appropriate, don't you agree?" As she asked this, she yanked his panty all the way down towards his knees and she reached her hand between his legs and gave his testicles a tight squeeze.

"yes ma'am!" said david, a little frantically in a high-pitched voice as Sue clearly squeezed his balls.

"I'll give you two smacks to the balls with the wooden spoon after I'm done spanking your butt. Deal?"

"yes ma'am!" he said again, Sue not having let off on the pressure yet.

Sue released his testicles, moved the spoon to her right hand, and began laying into him. It was a real scorcher! The spoon leaves distinctive oval marks that over time merge into a canvas of red and then turn white in the centers. She started slowly, one smack at a time. Then she upped her tempo and intensity and that had him bouncing over her lap and screeching like a big baby.


During the spanking, Valerie's mouth sort of hung open but with a smile in her eyes. At one point she said, "holy shit, he likes that?" I answered, "uh huh".

"Ok, david," said Sue, "only two left, and you know where these ones go..."

"Oh no, please, no, please," pleaded david.

She pulled his panty down to his ankles and then right off his legs. "Spread your legs," she told him. He did so, reluctantly. She reached between his thighs with her hand and pulled out all his junk, then told him to close his legs again. He did so, trapping his penis and testicles there for all the world to see. She flipped the spoon around so that bowl side was facing his testicles and she rubbed it on his balls. "Two good smacks," she reminded him.

"No please! Not hard. Please!" he pleaded.

I thought this might not go so well. If she smacked him hard enough for him to know he'd been smacked, it would be bad. But if she smacked him overly lightly, it would be a joke and she might lose his fear and respect. Don't promise what you can't carry out!

"Wait, I have an idea," I said, trying to save the day. I ran into the kitchen and came back with a light bamboo rice paddle.


I showed it to Sue and him and said, "How about two hard ones with Sue's wooden spoon, or a spanking on your balls with this. Your choice. Is that ok, Sue?"

"Yes, either one, you choose david," she said obligingly.

"the littler one, please," said david wisely.

I took the big spoon from her and gave her the little one. She smacked her own palm experimentally with it to get a feel for it. "This'll do," she said. Then she laid it down on his balls and rubbed circularly. She then started lightly swatting his balls very rapidly. david reacted predictably by wriggling and screeching. The blows were not hard enough to injure at all, but according to david afterwards they felt like a horde of little bees stinging his sensitive ball sac.

Sue was having fun. She picked up his penis shaft, stretched it out, and held it in the palm of her hand. She then started spanking the underside of his circumcised cocktip. She was very fast and light. Maybe three per second. That fast: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. She turned it up and over and smacked the topside: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. She handed the paddle to Valerie. "You try," she said. Sue held david over her lap and cupped his balls first in the palm of her hand. Valerie bent at the waist and copied Sue with a tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap to his balls. Then Sue held his cocktip for her and tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap again. She turned it: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Valerie laughed in glee as she swatted him. Poor david was getting his genitals very soundly swatted by these two very mean ladies! He was writhing and yelping the whole time.

"Can you believe this?" asked Sue of us, holding his penis shaft in her hand. It was hard as anything.

"Oh david, how embarrassing for me," I said. I made him stand up and stand straight with his hands at his sides. His panties long discarded. His cock stood straight out, throbbing. The tip was purply red coloured and very engorged.


"Put your panties back on," I told him. He did so, but they did nothing to hide his throbber from view. I went into my gym bag and pulled out my big dildo, Adam.


I went to a nearby wall and put Adam's base against it just at david's mouth height. I  indicated for david to come over. He knew what to do. He put his lips around it in a big "O" and held it like that against the wall. "There, that's what you get for having such a misbehaved cock in front of Sue and Valerie." I pulled the thong panty higher up into his buttcrack as I said that. I then got out the wrist restraints from the bag and fastened his wrists behind him so that he would not be able to assist keeping the dildo up with his hands at all. He needed to work that mouth instead. "If that dildo falls, you get the strap," I warned him.

I then went back into the bag and fished out his butt vibrator.



I pulled his panties down to just below his butt. I had him scoot his feet out a little so he was bent over. He needed to bring the dildo down with him using only his mouth. I lubed his butt hole and the vibrator, and then stuck the vibe in there and turned it on to the "fuck me" setting:
Deeeeeeee Duh
Deeeeeeee Duh
Deeeeeeee Duh
The big shaft up his butt vibrates for the "Deeeeeeee", then the little perineum tickler does the short "Duh". We find it most simulates the "being fucked" sensation. Innnn out, Innnn out, like that.

I pulled up the panty so that it held the vibe into his butt somewhat, and left him there saying, "you have fifteen minutes in timeout, then we're coming back and I'm making you my little bitch in front of Sue and Valerie." There. Let him think about that with a dildo in his mouth and a vibe up his butt!

The ladies and I left him there. The timeout with the vibe was essential to loosen his butt up enough to be able to take Adam when the time came.

We went back to the living room and we poured some more wine and we discussed what had transpired to date. Valerie expressed a delighted incredulity at the severity of the spanking that Sue doled out with the big wooden spoon. She also said it was fun smacking his dick with the little paddle (!)

"Shall we dress him up for his fucking?" I asked them. "Some cute lingerie?"  They thought that was a great idea. I took the ladies up to our bedroom and I showed her david's collection of frillies. I told them we should pick out a cute "fucking outfit" for my husband that we could dress him in. The ladies chose his white corset and a pair of white stockings to go along with it for a "bridal" theme. I made sure they had his silicone breast inserts as well lest the cups collapse.


We went back down to david with our loot. I took the big dildo in my hand and set him loose from timeout, removing the restraints from his wrists. Sue and Valerie pounced on him and started dressing him up. So cute and virginal all in white! The corset is a tight fit, and gave him a very shapely, womanly figure. The stocking with the suspenders attached to the corset framed his ass perfectly.

As they were doing that, I took my strap-on harness out of my gym bag and attached it around my hips on top of my yoga pants.


"Get on your knees," I said. "Suck my dick".

david knelt in front of me and moved to put his mouth on Adam.

"Get busy," I said, smacking his face with my cock.

david put his lips around my cock and started blowing me.

"She's greedy for your cock," said Valerie. Ha ha!

Indeed, david did a decent job, showing a fair amount of enthusiasm and a genuine effort to deep throat. He gagged a few times, especially when I held his head and face fucked him. All this while the vibrator was still working its magical ways in his soon-to-be-abused butt hole. I would need to recharge it tonight.

"Do it just like those porn stars you like to watch," I told him.

david increased his enthusiasm accordingly, gobbling cock like a little demon girl!

"That's enough for you, you greedy little mouth whore," I told him. "Go bend over the back of the sofa."

david blushed like a virgin on his honeymoon, but went and did as he was told, bending over the back of the sofa with his hands on the seat. Such a sight, so cute, in his corset, stockings, and suspenders outlining his bright red vibrator-plugged ass.

I went up to him and removed his panties. "Find a place for these," I told Sue, handing her his panties. She knew exactly what I meant, and stuffed them into david's mouth. I grabbed the vibe and started working it in his ass, twisting it around, screwing it in, pulling it almost all the way out, then pushing it back in while twisting and twizzling it. david moaned and complained as I did this, but he would thank me later. At a certain point his ass gets so loose that you can pull the vibe all the way out and then jam it all the way back in again, and his asshole stays gaping open as you do it. We had reached that stage with david. I demonstrated this effect to the ladies and said, "what do you think, is she ready?" They both agreed she was. Valerie looked fascinated by the whole thing.

I removed the vibe and put in in a paper towel I had prepared. I then lubed my cock and dribbled more lube into his gaping open bum hole. Sue and Val both had a bird's eye view of his humiliating penetration. I spread his cheeks with my hands and put the bulbous head at the distended entrance to his rear passage and I pushed it in. He yelled out a bit but it slid in readily enough. I encountered resistance as I pushed it a bit deeper and he went rigid with pain, so I just let it rest there for a moment or two as his asshole relaxed to take the big intruder. Once he had relaxed into it a bit I grabbed his hips and started pumping.

"Oh, you're screwed now," said Valerie. "He sure is," added Sue.

Adam is hard to take, and david was a real trooper. It's embarrassing for him to be deprived of this very last vestige of masculinity, and have to endure being screwed like a lady by his wife as his sister-in-law and her friend looked on. I wasn't going to let him off easy, though. I gave him a very proper screwing. Long, fast, hard. I totally made him my bitch.

"I've never seen a woman do that to a guy," I heard Valerie say to Sue as I was fucking him.

"And what do you think about it?" asked Sue back.

"I think it's fucking amazing!" answered Valerie. "Fucking" amazing indeed.

I finished up his fucking and pulled out. He had known the fucking was a strong possibility tonight, and he had cleaned himself out thoroughly before Sue's arrival. Nothing embarrasses him more than a shitty asshole in front of my sister. So he was clean despite the force of his fucking.

I put him on his knees in front of me, facing my big cock. I removed his panty gag from his mouth. "Who wear the pants in this family?" I asked him.

"You do, Ma'am," he said.

"Don't you forget it," I said.

His cock was completely flaccid after his fucking (it always is).

"Go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. Take off your lingerie and then come back down bare naked to say goodnight," I told him

"Yes Ma'am," he said, as he rose and shuffled off to do as he was told.

"Oh, and david," I added, pretending what I was about to say was an afterthought (it was not).

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Bring a diaper, a towel, and your baby lotion. You're getting a diapering in front of Sue and Valerie before they leave."

Ha ha! david looked very crestfallen at that, blog people who love diapers. I did this for you!!!!

"You're going to put him in a diaper???" asked Valerie, quite surprised.

"Helps humble him," I said.


Sue, Valerie, and I all went back into the living room to sit and chat while he was doing that. We talked about the scene we had just witnessed. Valerie asked the usual questions I get asked about our lifestyle and such. She seemed to have very much enjoyed the show, and admitted it was "hot".

david came back down totally bare naked, with a diaper and a towel in his hand and a pump-bottle of lotion.


I got up and draped the towel on the living room carpet. Then I took the diaper from his hand and put it down on top of the towel. I made david lie down, tummy up, with his bare behind on the diaper. His cock was rigid with excitement. He loves/hates the humiliating "baby" treatment. I lifted his legs in the air and squirted some lotion in my hand and started rubbing it into his angry red cheeks and between them into his crack. Sue and Valerie looked on with great interest.

I put his legs back down and eyed his genitals. "How's your cock and balls, baby? Do they need a bit of TLC also after mean old Sue and Valerie spanked them?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am..." said my naughty boy. "Attention" in front of Sue and Valerie? Naughty naughty! I was going to rub the baby lotion onto his cock and make him cum for us. But before I could do this, we all got a surprise.

"Wait," said Valerie. "Is it ok if I kiss it better first?" she asked with a giggle.

"Sure," I said, feeling a bit surprised at the request.

"Knock yourself out," said Sue.

david also seemed to have no objection 🙂

Valerie came over to david and knelt on the floor beside him. She took his cock in her hand, leaned over, and gave it a kiss right on the tip.

"Ohhhhhh," said david.

She leaned in again and took the tip of his cock into her mouth and gave it a little suck and lick. david moaned in pleasure again at this, his hard cock throbbing in her small mouth. "Hee hee," she said as she stood up and went back to her seat. david's poor cock was sticking straight up in the air and ready to burst in excitement.

"Ohh, baby!" I said. "Did Valerie get your little cock all excited?"

"Yes ma'am!" he cried out.

"Mommy will make it all better," I said as I squirted lotion in my hand and started rubbing it up and down his shaft and around and across his tip.

"Oh God!" said david.

"Is this ok?" I asked Sue and Valerie, wanting to make sure they were ok with me hand-jobbing david to an ejaculation while they watched.

"No problem," they both indicated.

So I continued gently rubbing, rubbing, rubbing as our two guests looked on approvingly, and before too long he yelled out and squirted. I directed the ejaculate straight up and back down onto his cock and then dribbling down his shaft. I wiped my hand on the inside of the diaper to clean off as much of the ejaculate as I could.

"That must feel good!" said Valerie.

I then closed up his diaper and taped it snugly in place.


"You can sleep in your cummy diaper all night," I told him. "And if you have to pee... in the diaper," I added.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"Now give Sue and Valerie a kiss and then it's bedtime," I told him.

He stood in his diaper and went over to Sue and gave her a peck on her cheek and said, "thank you, Sue."

He then went over to Valerie who offered her cheek for him to kiss. He bent down and did the same to her, thanking her as well. Oh, that was my pleasure," said Valerie. Then she added, "cute diaper," and gave him a pat on his butt.

"Up to bed and lights out. Don't forget to wash your panties and hang them to dry for tomorrow," I added.

He went up. Sue, Valerie and I stayed and talked a bit more and then they headed out to spend the night at Sue's place (score!).

I cleaned up a bit downstairs and then went up to david who was in bed (it was just after 10pm by now). I sat beside him and asked if he enjoyed that.

"Yes. Amazing, you're the best," he said. He asked me if I knew Valerie was coming and told him no, that it was a surprise to me as well.

"I need to pee," he said.

"Ok, go ahead," I told him.

"Ohhhhh"

"Go on, do it," I encouraged him. He seemed to concentrate a bit and then peed his diaper as I watched and stroked his head and encouraged him.

I told him to go take off his diaper and have a shower. I am kind.

And that was my Saturday!


Sunday, Monday, Tuesday

After that I won't bore you with the rest of the week, because it really doesn't even get anywhere close to Saturday, but only to let you know that I kept him in panties the whole week long, put him in timeout and spanked him every night, and gave him another fucking on Tuesday to round out the week. What an adventure!

Once it was all finally over, he was very relieved and pronounced me mean for doing that. I agreed that it was a bit much as well. He hugged me and said maybe I needed a spanking for doing it. It did not strike me as a terrible idea at the time, so maybe he's not wrong...