Ranch House Justice

Following up on my last blog, Readers' Email, I got a number of very interesting emails from men I had not exchanged with before, and some old acquaintances renewed. In this blog, I will cover a number of distinct topics, and end with a little piece of fiction I wrote as a reward for a fan.

I was quite responsive as I was on vacation at the family cottage for a week, and had lots of time to be on my iPad. My sister and her husband were there with two of their three sons, along with my Dad and Mom and David of course. This is my younger sister, not Sue. This one's a bit fat and a bit of a prude. My nephews who were there, one who is 14 and another 16, LOVE their Aunt Julie. I think they especially love their Aunt Julie's spectacular cheek-baring bikini. I'm sure their Dad is fine with it as well. He only wishes my fat little sister had as tight a butt.

Not me. I wish!

David was out on the deck drinking a beer with his brother-in-law, and I was there sunning myself on my tummy on a lounge chair. David comes up to me and whispers in my ear: "Hey, I think you better cover up. Your sixteen year-old nephew's eyes are about ready to pop out of his head, and your sister is giving you dirty looks."

My first reaction was annoyance and anger. What right has he? I can do what I want! I also felt embarrassed that I needed to be talked to like this. I didn't let any of those emotions show. Instead I made a joke to cover my embarrassment. I whispered back at him: "What? you don't like this suit? I thought you liked my ass in it?"

I was just playing, of course. But then I felt David's hand gently patting my bottom, right in front of everybody (!), and he whispered back, very quietly, right in my ear, "I do, but if you don't mind me, I'll take you back to our room, put you across my knee, and then happily send you back out here in your little swimsuit."

Artist's interpretation of the possible "after"!

Ack! Threatened with a public spanking at my very own family cottage! And those cottage walls are thin! I must admit, this turned me on. I felt that tingly feeling in my pussy. I sat up, we locked eyes, I looked at him defiantly, and then I put a towel around my body and went to our bedroom to change, my cheeks burning from the humiliation of obeying my husband so publicly. But better those cheeks be red in public than the ones below!

I saw my brother-in-law grinning at me broadly, no "smirking" is the better word, smirking at me broadly, beer in hand over his fat beer belly, as I walked off the deck into the cottage, my towel wrapped tightly around me.

You may be surprised at this interaction. That David can be Dommy with me. In fact, as I've said many times on this blog, I Domme him during playtime only. The rest of the time we are a very normal couple. And David is a big Alpha Male at work, where he has a lot of responsibility and manages many people. So being Dommy comes natural to him. And ever since my experiences with Tracy and especially John, and more recently with Violet, I have been letting my subby side out to play more often, and have allowed and enjoyed the occasional time David Doms me during playtime. So this was a bit of an extension of that. An "impromptu" scene in public, as I have done to him many, many times. Very hot!

Other kinks on vacay? I suppose having sex with David in our cottage bedroom with its very thin walls! I even fucked his face and ass once. I pretended it was me getting fucked, moaning as if I was on the bottom as the cock went in and out! david was very quiet during it! Ha Ha!

Shhhhh!

As I mentioned above, my kinky imagination was kept very well occupied with my readers' emails. Nobody knew what I was doing on my iPad. It was kinky to be doing that right in the same room as all my relatives and david. I hope nobody noticed my hard nipples or me rubbing my thighs together from time to time!

I had some very titillating interactions with a Frenchman. He wrote in dirty French and I tried responding in kind. I speak French fairly well, though writing is more a challenge. I did not know many of the dirty words he used, and had to look them up, and then I tried to use them in a sentence myself.

For example, after relaying some of my story above regarding my bikini, he responded with,

:) quel salope tu fais ! Pauvre neveu. Il a quand même le droit de mater ton petit cul de traînée. Moi je ferai pareil. J'espère que ce soir il va se branler bien fort dans son lit en pensant à toi. Je suis sûr que cette idée te fait mouiller comme une folle.

Here is my homework translation,

:-) But what a little slut you are! Poor nephew. He certainly has the right to ogle your little lower ass cheeks. I would do the same. I hope that tonight he jerks himself off hard in his bed thinking of you. I'm sure that this idea makes you soaking wet like crazy.

Hmph! Maybe a little... The boy should have something to aspire to ;-)

One new pen pal introduced himself. He asked that I not use his real name, or even the moniker he goes by when he comments. He has had some very interesting experiences! He's currently living with his wife who keeps him naked and serving her, so he relates to ted from my last blog. He had some interesting backstory, though, that started when he began by visiting a Pro Domme named Mistress Karin von Kroft.

You can find her at at http://www.domkarin.com, she has an amazing looking pay site where you can see videos of her Domming men and women in very sexual and pornographic ways!

At a certain point, she asked him if he wanted to participate in some of her videos. He bravely agreed to do so. He says he was never briefed on how the scene would unfold in advance, which he was perfectly fine with, and even enjoyed. He just did as he was told.

He says,

"My first videos with her we're mostly corporal punishment - she really could blister my ass, using crops, paddles and many assorted canes. She also used them a lot and a bullwhip also on the old cockaroo. I really felt some zingers while in her cock pillory. It was all good times! Guess I'm a pain slut, Ms. Julie. Later videos were more tease and denial and me licking and otherwise servicing the assorted orifices of her and her girls. (Tough job!) Also, I got the butt plug treatment occasionally but never pegged. It would have been more than OK with me but I always just did what she said to do."

When I went to the site, I noticed that Mistress Karin teased him with her pussy! I commented on this, and he replied,

"Yes, I was so very lucky to have my cock in Mistress Karin's pussy on a number of occasions. The first time was in a teasing video where I was kneeling before her with my hands behind my back as she was sitting back on a couch with legs spread. She was holding my cock, rubbing it on her pussy. She then pulled the tip into her, then reached her foot behind me and, pressing on my ass, moved me all the way inside. I must say, Ms. Julie, I never felt anything so wonderful! And I wasn't expecting that to happen! She is always so hot. I don't mean just looks (though she is) but HOT inside her pussy. It's always beyond just warm and so intense! Yes, I was a lucky subby indeed. And I did enjoy, though always delivered with enthusiasm, her whip and even the canes as well."

Having sought out Mistress Karin's permission and received it, here are some of these types of photos.

How hot is that???? Such a LUCKY SUBBIE! Please go and visit Mistress Karin's site and sign-up to see these videos! http://www.domkarin.com

But I was inspired by this, and so I decided that david needed to be teased by my pussy, like, right away! So, at the cottage, thin walls and everything, I lay on the edge of our bed (it's pretty high), and started teasing my husband with my mouth, my hand, and then my vagina. I pulled him towards me and rubbed his tip all around my pussy lips. Then I let the tip go in just a bit. He was not allowed to thrust. Only the tip in, and I moved around it. Then I slowly slowly drew him into me until he was balls deep. No thrusting! Then I used my Kegel's to squeeze and release his cock with my cunt. This made him moan, quite against his will. Moan like a girl! With those thin cottage walls. I took him out of me, and then I repeated the process.

After doing that three times, I reached for him to bring him into me a fourth time, and it was like a gun went off in my hand!!!! He splattered his shooting cum all over my abdomen, low tummy, and even up to my tits! As he did this, he let out a loud guttural groan. Hello???!!!! Thin walls!!!!!

"david!" I yelled at him in a whisper. "The walls!"

And then, continuing with my harsh whisper, "you are in such trouble, mister! Lick it up, now! Swallow it as you go." As he was licking I said, "as soon as I get you home, you are getting such a licking that you won't be sitting for a week! The strap and the cane!" As I said that he whimpered in fear a little. I directed his tongue towards my pussy and had him stay there, and had such a nice orgasm. Though I think I was not that quiet!

Good times!

Now, on to the story. So this same pen pal, Mistress Karin's subbie, when I asked him about his fantasies, offered up the following.

"As for my fantasies, the pain has always been a part though it could be in a dungeon or domestic setting, either one. There's always some degree of exposure/humiliation involved also and sexual connection. A most cherished fantasy would be outdoors, exposed and beaten/whipped by a woman before a group of at least several more women. When the beating ends I am laid on a table or slab then each woman, one at a time, uses me sexually in whatever manner they prefer."

Well that's a good kink! Immediately I read this I started coming up with story ideas that fit his kink. I thought he should have a reward for telling me his story with regards to Mistress Karin and allowing me to share it with you. So here it is!

But trigger warning! There's some brutal stuff below. Beware! Some dark sh*t in this nasty mind of mine...

This is for you, Mistress Karin's lucky subbie who shall go nameless here.

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You are a guy down on his luck, looking for a job, any job. I am a ranch owner of a large spread, 100 miles away from the nearest town, with almost 20 ranch hands all told.

They are all girls. I prefer girls. Less of a handful.

But hard to find enough good girls, so I need to hire you for some temporary mucking out work. I tell you absolutely no fraternizing with the girls (all horny little bitches).

The girls aren't used to having a male ranch hand around. I made it a rule for them also: no fraternizing with the male mucker! They all, though, get up to flirting with you and leading you on. One of the gals gets you alone in a horse stall, and you two start making out. You are reluctant, you need the job and don't want to get fired. But the girl is so hot and willing. You just need that pussy, don't you?

Three of the other girls, who are jealous and suspicious, find you two out and catch you in the act. To save her job, the girl claims you were raping her! Everyone, including me especially, knows it's bullshit. The girls grab you and bring you to me with the phony "rape" story.

I think to myself that I know you didn't rape the slut, but you did let your horny dick out of its pants against my explicit instructions. My one big rule for you. Very first day no less. I don't really want to fire you, there's a lot of shit to muck out of those stalls. I have an idea. I tell you that you're in deep shit, and I'll decide whether or not to call the County Sheriff in the morning. In the meantime, you are under citizens' arrest. I have the girls hogtie you, gag you, and blindfold you, and I leave you locked in the stables overnight.

I discuss my plan with the girls. It's a way to punish you for letting your dick out, and it's a way for the girls to get what they need and start getting back along with one another. The girls agree to back me up.

Next morning, bright and early, we go to collect you. You've had a miserable night, hogtied on the cold ground, locked in the dark stall. The girls untie your legs, keeping your hands tied behind you. They frogmarch you over to the veranda of the main ranch house.

There I tell you that you've been accused of raping Anne-Marie, and that there are three other witnesses who will swear to it. You call them all lying cunt bitches! I walk up to you and slap you hard across your face. I tell you that you're fired and that I'm calling in the Sheriff and having you arrested for rape. You'll be tried and found guilty because of the overwhelming witness testimony. You'll be in prison for the next 20 years, you'll come out as an unhirable federal felon and registered sex offender. Plus the boys in prison will certainly make you their little bitch. [Editor's note: you guys are so fucked nowadays...]

But I give you a glimmer of hope. I say that I strongly suspect that Anne-Marie led you on (but no excuse to rape her, of course). Instead of involving the law I can sentence you myself. Your sentence would be as follows.

• One year of hard labour on my ranch.
• I'd pay your agreed upon salary into a fund that will get released to you at the end of your sentence.
• But if you leave before then, you don't get a red cent.
• You'll be whipped once a month, 12 times over the year, 50 lashes each time.
• For your whipping, you'll be stripped naked and strung up by your ankles on the big veranda of the ranch house in front of all the hands.
• You'll get whipped on your ass only.
• If you've been obedient, you'll get the dog whip, if not, the horse whip, and if really bad, the bull whip.
• In between whippings, any girl has the authority to lower your britches and paddle your ass for any reason at all.
• Or, she can choose to have you cut her a peach switch and give you a bare naked switching all over, privates included.
• If serious, you get brought to me for a belt whipping to your bare ass.
• Furthermore, and this is key, any girl on the ranch gets to rape you whenever she wants, however she wants, as many times as she wants, as a reward for good work.
• If you don't perform, it's the paddle, switch, and belt until you do.

I tell you that you have an hour to decide. I get the girls to hogtie you again and carry you back to your stall where they dump you on the ground.

After the hour is up, they bring you back to me. You know you are screwed, so you agree to go along with my ranch-house justice.

I tell you that you get your first whipping right away, and then after morning chores and lunchtime, I'm giving the girls the afternoon off to use you however they please to "take the edge off".

The girls forcibly strip you to bare. They carry you out to the back porch. They tie a rope around each of your ankles and string you up by throwing the ropes up over a porch beam and tying it back down.

You're helpless, spread, and exposed in front of all the girl ranch hands. I go select the whip I'm going to use on you. I decide you'll get a horse whipping to your bare ass.

I line up the whip. I take a few practice swings in the air, the tip of the whip makes a horrific cracking sound at full extent. I aim the whip for your bare ass. I am very accurate with the whip.

You scream in agony as my vicious horse whip bites into the skin of your ass over and over and over again. I leave deep welts all over your ass. My control is excellent. You are well whipped, but not bloody. You were lucky it was not the bull whip. By the time your first fifty lashes are done, you're an upside-down, crying sobbing mess, with an ass criss-crossed with deep painful looking weals.

The girls are gentle with you as they lower you down and carry you to your bedroom. They lie you face down on the bed and they rub a soothing salve onto your ass. They have to go off to work now. They tell you to rest and gather your energy for the afternoon.

The lunch bell rings. The girls come in for their grub. I've set you to serving wearing nothing more than a flowery kitchen apron over you nakedness.

The girls slap and pinch your sore whipped bare buns. They are rough ranch hands. They laugh at you showing your pain!

Big Sue-Ellen gives you a particularly nasty full hand goosing with her fingers up where the sun don't shine! You've had enough! You whip around angrily and tell her to "fuck off you big cunt!"

All the girls go "Oooooooo!" and everything goes deathly quiet. Sue-Ellen pushes her chair away from the table with an ominous screech as the chair legs move against the floor. She grabs you by the arm, and yanks you face down across her broad lap. Sue-Ellen is large but not fat. She's the most well-muscled of all the girls. Her 15 years as a ranch hand have given her a physical strength most men can't match, and certainly not you!

She pushes your flowered apron aside and says "You'd think he'd mind us with a fresh-whipped butt like that." One of the girls helpfully hands Sue-Ellen a big thick, flat, handled, hardwood cutting board.

Sue-Ellen proceeds to lay into your ass with smack after hard smack until your ass is crimsoned and you're apologizing to her profusely and begging her to stop, please stop!

"Who's the cunt?" she asks you. "Nobody!" You cry out. "Wrong!" she says as she continues paddling you. "There is a filthy little cunt here. Who is it?" she demands. "I am!" you scream, realizing it's the only answer she will accept. "What are you exactly?" she asks again. You yell back "I'm the cunt! I'm the filthy little cunt!"

"That's right you are!" says Sue-Ellen, pausing your paddling. "What do dirty little cunts want more than anything?" she asks you. You don't know how to answer. The paddle comes down hard across both low cheeks. "What does a dirty little cunt whore like you want more than anything else in the world?" she asks again, paddle poised. "A... a... fucking?" you answer.

"Very good!" says Sue-Ellen. Then, "Marcie, pass me that there big fat cucumber laying right over there."

"Grease it up with some Margarine first. All that damned stuff is good for anyhow!"

"No... no..." you whimper' knowing the pain and humiliation that is coming.

With your crimson red and whipped ass still across her knee, and in front of all those dozen plus female ranch hands gathered there in that dining hall, Sue-Ellen forces the thick greased cucumber deep up your ass as you cry out in pain. She starts working it in and out, fucking your ass with it as all the girls laugh, cat-call, whistle, and applaud.

After delivering a thorough ass fucking, Sue-Ellen let's you up off her lap saying, "that cucumber stays up your ass until I say you take it out!"

You are forced to clear the plates with one hand on the cucumber making sure it doesn't fall out, and the other balancing the dishes the girls pile on high.

Once you're done, Sue-Ellen comes up to you and asks, "is there something you want to say to me, cunt?"

"Yes Ma'am," you say, "I'm sorry Ma'am, I'm sorry for calling you a bad name and for disobeying you. You can goose my ass anytime Ma'am!"

"That's damned right I can, cunt. You can take the cucumber out of your ass. That's your supper tonight, cunt-boy, you better do a good job peelin' it!" This to much laughs from all the girls present.

I sat there watching this with a grin on my face. I'd been looking for a new Foreman for the ranch, and had not fully appreciated Sue-Ellen's natural authority until now. She'd just earned herself that Foreman's job.

"Sue-Ellen," I said, "take your boy there outside to the big table out back. Bring that big 'ol paddle with you. Let each girl get a good pleasuring from our boy here however she pleases right in the great outdoors. Best workers get first dibs. Take some for yourself too, whenever you please. Oh, and you're my new Foreman."

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am!" said Sue-Ellen, delighted with her new position. She strips off your apron, picks you up, and throws you over her shoulder like a sack of feed. Your red ass and cucumber-stretched Margarine covered asshole are uppermost for all to see and jeer at.

She takes you and lays you down on the large outdoor table out back. All the girls follow you out back to get a shot at that cock or mouth. The first man they've seen in a year!

"Anne-Marie, you little tramp, you go last," said Sue-Ellen. All the girls jeer at Anne-Marie and agree with the decision. She wanted him all to herself and now she's getting nothing but sloppy-seconds!

"Sue Buck, you get up here, girl. You've been working that ass off lately, you have yourself a bit of fun with this bitty stallion!" Nobody disagreed with Sue-Ellen's choice for first. Sue Buck worked darned hard they all acknowledged.

Sue let out a little Whoop! and stripped right down to nuthin! She straddled you and sat on your face forcing you to lick her pussy as her needy juices covered your face. As you were doing this, she took your cock in her mouth and started bobbing frantically on it. The assembled gals hooted and hollered at the show Sue Buck was putting on! Unfortunately, Sue Buck was not overly skilled in the cock-sucking department, making you wince more than once at her enthusiastic application of head and lack of teeth and lips discipline. She then got off your soaked face and spun around to get your cock in her pussy cowgirl style. She was disappointed, though, with the softness of your pecker, the result of her over-enthusiastic blow job.

One of the other, older girls raced to the rescue. "It's ok Sue Girl, don't fret. You was just a little rough with his delicate little pecker is all. Let me get it ready for you..." With that the kind gal sucked your cock so beautifully that within half a minute you were hard as a rock and ready for your studding duties. Sue Buck thanked the girl and said she'd ask her for some pointers later, lest she chase away any prospective husbands in future. She lowered her soppy wet pussy around your rock hard cock and started riding it hard! Whipppeeee!

Sue-Ellen was right there with her paddle at the ready. "You keep that boy juice inside. You got plenty of gals to service yet!"

"I don't know if I can, Ma'am!" you wail as you watch Sue Buck's pretty young tits and tight body bouncing on your cock as her hot wetness engulfs you.

"Well if you don't boy, and you disappoint these here hardworking gals, you'll be across my knee and feeling the business end of this paddle on your ass for 30 whole minutes straight!" threatened Sue-Ellen.

Well that was enough to keep you from blowing your load into the tight-pussied Sue Buck, especially as she got herself off on your dick in record time.

But when the model-pretty Amanda-Jean, selected to go next, stripped down and rode your face and sucked your cock, you thought for sure you could not hold it!

Then she got down on all fours on the table and told you to give it to her from behind, doggy style, woof-woof.

You knew you would not be able to hold, and shook at the thought of the implications of a 30-minute long paddling across Sue-Ellen's lap!!!

That's when I came in to help. Our first aid kit had some numbing lidocaine spray. I also had some condoms, and a big fat rubber band to keep that erection strong. I got Amanda-Jean to resume that blowjob until you were hard and throbbing. I then snapped the rubber band around the base of your penis to keep all the blood in.

I sprayed your cock with the lidocaine to numb it, and put a condom on to spare the effects of the spray from my girls' delicates.

Leaving you with nothing but essentially a hard numb appendage as your sex organ, you were able to go back to servicing my girls, each how they wanted it, while the others cheered them on. A great bonding experience for them all!

Anne-Marie was last. She walked up to you shame faced as the other girls teased her for her misbehaviour earning her the dubious honour of last-girl. Your jaw and tongue were so sore from the other girls that you could barely satisfy Anne-Marie. Your cock was losing it's rigidity and Anne-Marie had to literally stuff it up her pussy to get it in at all. She was so angry, and so embarrassed, that she kneeled so that her pussy was at your mouth and let loose a gushing stream of urine onto your face and into your mouth.

"Anne-Marie!" chided Sue-Ellen, "look what a mess you made!"

Crinkling her nose at the smell, Sue-Ellen removed your condom and the elastic bands. Your sore, abraded, well-used penis immediately deflated. Your jaw hung open and your tongue rolled around inside your mouth, all muscle tone gone from the stringent demand of the girls' insatiable pussies and assholes. The urine stung your mouth and covered your face. Sue-Ellen picked you up effortlessly once again and carried you over to the hose by the side of the barn. She turned it on and hosed Anne-Marie's urine off your face and body, even giving you some water in your mouth to try to wash it down with.

It was then up to her room over her shoulder. She did not need your mouth, your tongue, or even your penis for what she had in mind. She tossed you down onto her bed. She went into her special trunk that she kept under lock and key in the corner of her room. She fished out a studded black leather strap-on harness, and the biggest, knobiest dildo you had ever seen in your life.

"no... please..." you whimpered, begging her not to.

"Bottoms up Princess. Momma's 'gonna make you into Her little bitch tonight!"

Your piercing scream could be heard throughout the ranch house as Sue-Ellen took your virginity with her giant strapped-on dildo. As she pumped into you with sadistic glee your moaning and begging for it to stop could be heard throughout the house.

As the girls downstairs in the games room listened to your brutal deflowering they smirked at each other and made lewd jokes.

"He'll be walkin' funny for a week!" said one.

"She's makin' a Woman out of him!" said another.

"I know!" said a bright one. "Seeing as he ain't no man no more, let's give him our used panties and bras to wear!"

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Sue-Ellen meanwhile, experienced the most incredible orgasm of her life, feeling the giant strap-on sliding in and out of your tight hole, hearing you beg for mercy and scream with the pain, feeling the base of the dildo push up against her pubis, knowing all the house was listening to you stamping her authority into your ass.

It turned into a very long year for you on the ranch...

Readers' Email

I get a lot of email from my blog readers. Mostly older men (my readership is almost 90% men, and 65% of the men are over 45 years old). I love these emails. I've received thousands since I've started my blog. I try to answer each one. Sometimes they get a bit lost in the inbox, and if so I apologize and please remind me!

Many times my boys like to share with me their hopes and their experiences. There are not a lot of people they can talk to about these sorts of things, and submissive men I think feel much more comfortable sharing these things with a sympathetic non-judgmental and accepting top woman. I suspect they also get a little thrill from it that helps as well.

And I am not at all bothered by it being older men. The older the better! I have some 18-24 youngins mailing me, and they are sometimes so confused, and I prefer not playing with them for fear that they have not fully developed yet. Older kinky men, though, are almost uniformly super intelligent and evolved, and typically have a load of wisdom which I love tying into. They also know how to play with me without getting all lovey-dovey. Some of them also have their demons, but they've been wrestling with them for so long that they are comfortable with them, and then I can play a bit of a public service by discussing these things with them while having fun doing it.

Truth be told, I also have my own personal "Daddy" kink, where it turns me on to imagine me dominating an imaginary Dad (and/or getting myself spanked and fucked by one! I know - so rude!). So the older guys are also more of a turn-on for me personally, whichever way they lean. I'm also very good at teasing my older boys on email, which is why I get to keep so many of them.

So if you have not emailed me yet, please do so! I will listen to you seriously, non judgmentally, and will play with you also, likely taking the form of a merciless verbal teasing and telling you what I would do with you if you were mine!

A subset these emails purport to recount "true to life" experiences. Some of these are almost certainly fantasies made to sound real, presented as if they are real. I try not to be judgy about it. I cannot be sure. And I enjoy the fantasies anyways. I am well aware that a lot of the things I write about in my blog sound like made-up fantasies as well, so who am I to judge? So I take all experiences sent to me and respond as if they were real.

But having read so many accounts, I think I by now have a nose for the made up ones. Usually if a boy is describing a pro domme experience, and it sounds true, I'm convinced it is. Others describe their play sessions with partners over the years, and those strike me as quite honest as well. Others describe a private domestic experience with their wives, including the ups and downs, and I have no reason to doubt those. The ones that have a higher chance of leaving me in a little bit of doubt are those that are represented as "real discipline", typically in a family setting (where most "real discipline" happens, I guess). But again, I treat all of these as if they represent true events, and respond accordingly, because I can't really know.

However, some of these I am convinced are accurate. Usually based on a history of exchanging emails with the boy, and how the story goes down. In this blog I'll pick out a few amongst the ones I received that I believe are accurate and share their stories with you.

Naked ted's Story

One gentleman I was corresponding with lived a lifestyle somewhat similar to kdpierre's fascinating life (as described in his blog Collected Submissions he lives with a dominant wife Rosa and her grown kids who, especially his daughter-in-law Ana, are "in the know" - I am convinced of the accuracy of kdpierre's stuff!)

This other man, let's call him ted here, started corresponding with me casually, commenting on my blog articles and saying how much he liked them. I started pressing him on his experiences, and he reluctantly let them out a bit at a time, afraid I might get offended. Eventually he spilled the whole beans for me and then I was on the inside. I even received photos of his that corroborated his story.

ted was always submissive with his wife, since he started dating her. They met in the old fashioned kink scene in fact, back in the days when Dinosaurs roamed the land and there was no Internet. They kept it on the DL, though. They had kids and raised them, and during that time their kinky life suffered. Eventually their kids moved out, and then ted retired, and then they were really able to up their game.

Physically, ted is average sized and his wife Emma is a plus sized woman. ted was only really happy when he was submitting to his wife, and Emma enjoyed that dynamic as well. So gradually they just migrated to keeping ted in the nude 24x7 while in the home. Every now and then Emma would just take ted over her knee and spank him for whatever reason. ted also gravitated to doing most of the housework as well. It was not "real discipline" per se, but they were living the real consensual D/s lifestyle that they both wanted.

Unfortunately, their 30-year-old daughter Lisa needed to move back in with them after a break-up. Of course they agreed immediately. At first ted and Emma went back to being more vanilla in the home with Lisa there. But it made them unhappy, especially ted who was getting a bit depressed about it. On the other hand, it was only going to be for a short time until Lisa could get a job. But then Lisa decided to go to nursing school, and it only made sense for her to continue staying for several more years.

So ted and Emma talked, and they jointly decided that they would have a talk with their daughter and let her in on the situation. They intended to go back to living the lifestyle they wanted, and that ted needed for his emotional well-being. If Lisa was not ok with it, they would help her to the extent they could to move out and maintain a place of her own (though it would mean sacrifices all around).

So one evening they sat down and explained their chosen lifestyle to their grown daughter. They explained that they were in a D/s relationship, and that Emma kept Lisa's father in the nude around the house, doing the housework, and would spank him on occasion. They would also from time to time do some noisy things in their bedroom.

A bit to their surprise, Lisa was very accepting of the idea. So on the spot Emma told ted to take his clothes off and to stand in front of them.  A kind of a test for them both, if you will. "Oh, Daddy," ted reported his daughter as saying, as he was standing there in the nude, hands at his sides at Emma's command, flaccid penis dangling, "you're very silly but I love you anyways." ted also received his first spanking across Emma's broad knee in front of his daughter that same evening. More a demonstration of what Lisa might see to ensure she would be comfortable with it. They told her they would keep the more sexual things to the bedroom.

Lisa never asked for nor was granted spanking authority over her father (I would have!!!). However she did tease him about his spankings, and always made it a point to show up and watch any spankings not behind closed doors. After his spankings she would sometimes touch his butt to "feel the heat", and give ted a daughterly little pat to his bare backside. Occasionally Lisa would call for a spanking: "Mom! Daddy didn't do the laundry today again. Bring your paddle and don't spare the whacks 'cause I am so out of clean underwear!" "Poor" ted, living life naked with two strict females in the house! Ha ha!

Is it just me, with my Daughter/Daddy domination fantasies, or is that not sexy as hell? They're all adults, it's all consensual. Yes Daughter is "subjected" to this, but she's getting free room and board and help with college tuition. She can make the choice to move out and still be supported to the extent possible. And she assured them she was ok with it. Cool! Would love to be that daughter!

One of the most interesting parts for all you shame sluts out there, though, is when Lisa asked permission to let her best friend at nursing school, Debbie, in on the arrangement and bring her around so they could do schoolwork together in the evenings. After discussing it with Lisa, and ascertaining that the friend could be discrete, they agreed to it.

So one day after school Lisa comes home with her best friend Debbie. Debbie was younger than Lisa, having entered nursing school after high school and doing a few years at a job. So I imagine she was in her early twenties. She was apparently quite cute to boot.

Before Debbie was introduced to ted, Emma sat her and Lisa down in the living room, and warned Debbie again what she was about to see, told her about their lifestyle, and confirmed that she would both be ok with it and be discrete. Debbie was also fascinated. So ted was called into the living room to be introduced to Debbie.

He walked in nude and looking a little sheepish. Debbie gave ted the once over with her eyes. To ted's infinite mortification, he developed a twitchy erection being displayed like that in front of her, something that did not happen at home at all, and not ever in front of his daughter either.

"Daddy, look at you, that's disgusting!" teased Lisa.

"Go get your paddle!" said Emma to ted.

ted had to go and fetch the small hardwood spanking paddle his wife favours and bring it back to her in front of the girls. He went across Emma's knee where he was scolded for his erection and given a good spanking, right in front of Debbie! He was stood back up, and the erection had not fully subsided, but was more at "half mast", and so he was back across Emma's knee and spanked again, and harder this time. When he was stood up after that, his erection was gone and he was told to go stand in the corner and hide his face (and penis) in shame for the duration of Debbie's stay, which was several long hours for poor old ted!

Can you imagine how absolutely mortifying that must have been for ted? Punished by his wife for his obvious sexual arousal in front of his giggling daughter and her twenty-something best friend, the object of this embarrassing arousal. Punished until all signs of that arousal were visibly erased to the satisfaction of all three ladies. And then sentenced to the corner, glowing red blistered bare bottom on display, for the duration of the young lady's visit lest his arousal re-ignite in her presence.

So there it is. There were other incidents as well, but none as good as that one in my books. ted even sent me photos of him next to his wife, full on frontal, face and everything. ted nude, his wife dressed. The person taking the photo was their daughter, I was told.

You can see why I am skeptical about stories such as this, but this one felt like it was real, based on the long interaction with ted and the photos. As well, I know only too well that crazy stuff happens in this wild world of ours!

brett's Spankings

brett is another older pen pal of mine I love corresponding with, although he has admitted to fibbing to me about certain things, however assures me the following is true.

He once had a girlfriend over at his family's house where brett's Mom casually referred to the childhood spankings brett received. brett was mortified by the mention and the girl kept digging for details thinking it was funny. 

The childhood spanking that most seems to have effected brett occurred when he was a young teenager. His Dad gave him some light chores to accomplish during the day when they were staying at an uncle's farm. It was summer time and school was out. But brett shirked on his chores because the little neighbour girl dropped by to swim with brett in his uncle's pool. They got to flirting, and brett pretending to be a macho guy got her into the woodshed where they smoked cigarettes, drank one of his Dad's beers, and made out.

Well, you can imagine what happens next. Dad gets home and notices the lack of the chores having been done and smoke coming from the woodshed (very dangerous!). He discovers brett there with the spent and dangerous cigarette butts and the empty beer can. He sends the young lady packing and then calmly picks out a suitable wooden shingle from the woodpile and proceeds to sand it down and shape a crude handle using the woodworking equipment in the shed while poor little brett watches in terror (he is no stranger to spankings, by the way - usually Daddy uses a small hardwood spanking paddle, but he left it at home and needed to improvise!)

Next thing you know brett is up and lying down across the narrow workbench, head and chest and feet dangling. His swimsuit is pulled down to his ankles and he is given a nasty, long, painful spanking to his lower bared butt cheeks from his Dad's wooden shingle. brett is reduced to tears, bawling and crying like a six year old and promising to be good. Sometime during his spanking his little swim trunks flew off his kicking legs. His Daddy just held him down by the small of his back and repeatedly spanked the bejesus out of brett's lower butt cheeks.

After his woodscrap paddling he was stood up and told to put his swim trunks back on. He did so and was marched back to the house. I know from experience that a hard paddling to the lower cheeks invariably leaves a huge residual redness at the high tops of the legs, so I imagine his Aunt and uncle, Mother, and siblings all had a good look at a wet-faced boy with a well-smacked rear-end!

The capper is that as he is marched back to the house, he could swear that he caught a glimpse of a pink swimsuit diving for cover. brett recalls the woodshed door having been left ajar during his embarrassing paddling. His little girlfriend may well have seen it all!

jj Gets Spanked by his Grandmother

In the final scene, I'll recount a more recent experience I've received. We'll call him jj here. jj recently received a for-real spanking from his Grams!

I've been corresponding with jj for quite some time. He's a total switch. But whenever I write a subby blog article, jj is always right there with the dommy comments. I think he likes to picture himself in the Dommy role, which is why it's always a little extra embarrassing for him when he finds himself in the subby role, something I can easily get him into with a short email. Imagine how much more so I could in person? Ha ha!

jj is one of my younger male readers, early 30's (only 25% of my males readers are less than 35, whereas it's 50% for my women). He ran onto some hard financial times recently, and had to ask if he could move in with his early 80's Grams while he got back on his feet. jj comes from a churchgoing and spanking household. He was spanked as a child, and his parent was spanked as a child, and Grams had spanked both his parent and jj himself when they were children.

A few years ago, jj was visiting and the topic of a young man in the congregation came up who had to move back in with his family after hitting some hard times himself. He complained to jj about how ridiculous his parents were being, imposing rules on him as if he was still a kid, and how he felt he did not need to follow them as an adult himself. jj and Grams discussed this sentiment, and they both agreed that if an older child needs to move back in with his parents, then he should be subject to whatever rules they lay out. They also discussed how certain people in your life always have authority over you. They even discussed, as a kind of joke, that it would extend to a spanking even. We know jj is a total spanko, perhaps he was the one who steered the discussion there. He did not say.

How easy it was for jj to hold those views and to have that conversation at a time when he was riding high with a great job and a place of his own. Typical of jj to lord it over a young man who finds himself in such a degraded position. I've certainly felt that myself when I was on the submissive end of my blog posts. Mr. High and Mighty. Ha! How the mighty doth fall...

So now jj finds himself in this tense situation needing his Gram's help to get back on his feet. So he moves in with her and everything is going fine for six months until a few weeks back.  jj had been super stressed and on edge and ended up getting in a huge argument with his Grams and then later with his sister. He swore during his argument with Grams and later ended up calling his sister something he's never ever called a female before ("cunt") and was definitely not proud he did it either.

After everyone was gone for the day Grams talked to jj and expressed her displeasure with his behaviour. She said she felt he deserved to be punished and told him that he either had to move out or be spanked. jj says that not having enough money yet, and feeling extreme guilt over the episode, he had "no option" but to agree. I would go further and say that a spanko like jj would always accept a spanking from any female at any time!

So Grams took jj into her bedroom, collecting her large wooden spoon along the way. Grams said that his temper had been really bad lately and he needed to get it figured out. She said that he had said very hurtful things to her and to his sister. Right after that she pulled his shorts and underwear down in one swoop. jj was wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts. He says he tried to convince her not to but she said it was her way or he was out. jj was extremely embarrassed during this but also felt really guilty for the things he said to her and his sister earlier and realized he deserved whatever.

Grams was sitting at the foot of her bed, wearing a pantsuit.  jj was directly in front of her during his baring, and then went over her knees diagonally so his chest rested on the bed. jj's penis was definitely on show during his baring, but Grams did not bat an eyelash. Nor even when his bare genitals touched down on her thigh. She cared only about his bared butt just then.

Grams proceeded to spank jj with her hand for about five minutes, scolding him throughout. Then she picked up the large wooden spoon and really gave it to him. jj said that despite her age, she still knew how to deliver a memorable wooden spoon spanking!

Is this the view Grams got as jj squirmed across her knee?

After his spanking, Grams made him lay face down on the bed, bare butt exposed, so he could pull himself together and think about what he had done. Afterwards, jj came out of her room with his pants pulled back up and apologized to his Grams, and later to his sister as well (though the spanking was not mentioned).

Excuse me, but I find such a thing absolutely hilarious! A 31-year-old man-boy across his Grams knee for a good old-fashioned bare bottom wooden spoon spanking? Love it! I so hope this is real!

Conclusion

So there you have it. A few of the very many stories I have accumulated over the years receiving emails. Let us know what you think in the comments. Do you find these unbelievable, or do you think such things can actually happen? And have you any memorable little true stories of your own you can share in the comments? Would love to read them!

A Bare Naked Over-the-Knee Public Spanking

Are there any words in the English language that can get a spankos heart racing more than the phrase "A Bare Naked Over-the-Knee Public Spanking?"

But that is exactly what I received during my last adventure, Punished by Mistress Violet. If you have not read it yet, you simply must.

There was a lot of playfulness, a lot of sexiness, a lot of role-playing, a lot of communications, and a lot of mutual consent. But bubbling underneath the surface, powering all of that, was a legitimate punishment spanking.

I never really fully understood this dynamic before. Oh, I could have explained it to you before, and used it effectively, but I didn't really understand it before. Now I think I do more so.

In my blog, I have written about many people over the years, dozens in fact, with my husband and my sister included among that number, who are unaware that I am doing so. I do feel guilt over this. Practically speaking, I cannot retain my anonymity and have that many people running around with my secret, and I would mostly never have gotten permission had I asked, so it's not that I won't keep doing it, or would do anything different, but I still feel guilty.

Why guilt? Well, it is a from of lying by omission. More than that, I am putting these others at risk of discovery. If I am ever identified to somebody who knows me, then the identities of all these others are automatically unmasked as well, a risk they are blithely unaware of and did not sign up for. And finally, it is a form of plagiarism. These others contribute to the scene in wonderful ways, and I am taking all of their energy and throwing it into my blog without any permission or acknowledgement.

So, I was called on this the other day by Mistress Violet. To quote her, "I find myself surprised, delighted, irritated, amused, taken aback - a mix of emotions that will work themselves out over time into something more clear. In order to sort through some of my feelings about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition, I am requesting another meeting. I have an idea of what I would like to do - this time to "Julie" as well as david..."

I think Violet was writing those words very honestly, not playing a game (ok, she was also playing a game, clearly, but still meant what she wrote). Yes, she was "delighted and amused", and those were true emotions; but she was also "surprised, irritated, taken aback [...] about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition". This is a woman who makes her living doing these sorts of things. She is a professional who takes it seriously. If she's going to have herself put out there, there should be some return, even if only promotional (something I have since addressed).

So on the one hand we have Violet, an "irritated" woman experienced in punishing, and on the other we have me, a "guilty" woman who feels she deserves to be punished.

Now we just don't go out and do that only. There are the other emotions as well, fun and kinky ones, and so we jointly engineered a scene that kept it professional for Violet, and made it sexy and fun for all three of us, and that (I hope) enhanced Violet's professional appeal to potential clients, and corrected the lack of recognition and promotional aspects (that latter was by my insistence, by the way).

But at the core of this entire scene, providing it energy like a hot iron fist inside a velvet glove, lay a fully justified irritated woman and a guilty penitent woman. No amount of "sexy" on top of that changes this core energy.

When we discussed the scene beforehand, we did not discuss any details of my spanking. Violet confirmed with me that it was part of the scene, but that was really it as to details. We spent much more time discussing how david was to be involved, the sequencing of events, and my comfort level with the more sexual aspects of the scene.

If you'll recall, after the spanking competition there was the shower scene. In the shower scene I was shackled to the ceiling and deliciously soaped up and washed all over by Violet and david. That was a sensuous delight, but did also serve to get me out of a dommy mode and into a submissive one. After the cleaning I was mostly dried by Violet, and then, very suddenly, she grabbed my lower arm in her hand and dragged me out of the bathroom, saying "Come with me, I want you a bit damp..."

So that was a surprise. It was all of a sudden, "oh, I guess I'm getting spanked now". I knew it was coming and when it was coming, but I was basking in sensual delights and then all of a sudden, it got real.

As she pulled me I sort of stumbled behind her. She was focused and determined and strong. Plus, it's one thing being naked and damp inside a bathroom, it's another to be dragged out of the bathroom into the living room, bare naked, pulled effortlessly by a fully clothed person.

I wonder how many boys and girls of lore have experienced something like this from an angry parent? The misbehaving child pulled buck naked from the bathroom by a justifiably irritated parent, brought to the living room to be tossed across the knee and spanked while the onlookers "tsk tsk" at the child's misbehaviour and what it has earned them? Can you imagine the embarrassment of the young adolescent at such treatment? A boy's bare backside, flopping penis and lightly haired pubis all on display. Or a young lady's newly curvaceous bare bottom, developing bare breasts, and downy private parts all on show? Siblings, aunts and uncles looking on. Perhaps the local fire chief or policeman as well. I can imagine it. I was feeling it!

I know it's silly. We were only the three of us in a very private setting. david was naked. I was already naked from the showering. We were there for a sexy time. Why should I feel at all embarrassed by my nudity in this situation? But I was embarrassed.

I was embarrassed to be wet and naked and pulled abruptly out of the bathroom towards the living room. I was embarrassed that I was being so completely controlled seemingly without a will of my own. I was embarrassed that Violet felt so much stronger than I, and that I felt I could not physically resist even had I wanted to. I was embarrassed to be pulled towards the spanking chair like a naughty child. I was embarrassed that I was about to be spanked however Violet pleased and that the time for discussion and negotiation was long past.

Yes, I had a safeword. We had discussed it. But I could not use my safeword, it was not an option. If I felt I was in danger of injury I would have, but I wasn't in any such danger at all. I was in danger of a very soundly spanked backside! I knew I had earned whatever punishment Violet chose to dole out. I knew I deserved it. There would be no safewording for me.

In the scene, david was to believe that I was being spanked for dissing Mistress Violet during the spanking competition. He didn't believe that at all, of course, but went along with the role play. He thought I was just out for "an experience" such as I had had with Tracy. With Tracy there was much less the element of me "deserving" a spanking, and she was so much more tentative than Violet. So it was more just the physical experience of me absorbing a hard spanking.

Little did he know there was an undertone this time of real discipline. I know I felt it myself. I can't speak for Violet, but at times I sensed it strongly from her as well, or maybe that was me projecting? If so, her actions were certainly completely indistinguishable from "the real thing".

I remember thinking, as I was being dragged towards the chair, "this is ridiculous, I'm a grown woman and I'm about to get a spanking!"

There's this awkwardness as she sits and I am pulled across her knee. Not from her! From me. I resisted her pull a bit worried that I might fall down, or crush her as I land on her lap, or not fit on her lap. That was all me. She just sat gracefully and pulled me relentlessly over her knee with her strong arm despite any resistance. I did not fall off, crush her, or not fit over her lap. I fit and dangled there as would a child across her mother's lap! Violet steadied me with her hand on my ass. I got my toes and hands planted down on the carpet. I was conscious of not wanting to look like a dork. I wanted to appear sexy to Violet even as this was going on. So I got on my tiptoes, arched my back, and stuck out my bottom, like a good little submissive should (why????? that's not me!)

Violet told david to get his phone and take pictures. That is why this scene is captured above. A blog commenter, my very loyal fan mike, suggested photos and that I be "made to" post them. I responded with a teasing note that did not object to it, even encouraged it, and then Violet responded with "I'm taking notes :)"

Violet had indeed "taken notes", and david was told to take pictures. So I knew at that point that not only would david witness my spanking, but that all my blog readers would be witnessing it as well. I am happy that you guys get to see it, but embarrassed by it as well, if that makes any sense at all? I'm especially embarrassed that mike gets to see it, given that it was his suggestion! :-)

So that's the sense that it was "public". My husband saw me being spanked, so that was public to a degree. But I was also acutely aware of the photo taking and how I would need to post them up here afterwards for you all to see. So that is the other sense it was "public". I look now at the photo above. At my tightly clenched legs and my bare bottom uppermost. Draped across Violet's knees. Her hand getting ready to spank me. You all seeing that! OMG! BLUSH!!! A naughty misbehaving completely naked little girl about to receive her spanking. BLUSH!

Violet started with some stingy hand spanks. Nothing too bad. She alternated that with some kneading, stroking, and groping. She quickly had my cheeks and my pussy spread open and was inspecting both closely as my husband looked on (with no doubt a silly grin on his face!). Thank GAWD he didn't take pictures of that or I would have had to post them!!!! Maybe because she had noticed my husband's unshaven bumhole she was looking for the same on my pussy? Or maybe she expects all her female submissives to present themselves across her knee thoroughly waxed, as if I was one of them??? As it was, my bottom hole and every last fold of my pussy passed her close inspection, even eliciting an embarrassing comment out of her regarding how well I had done, as if she was praising a child for wiping herself properly!

She then made david get between my knees and hold my legs up. She again spread my asshole, but this time so widely that it hurt. She told david to get in there and start licking it. I remember jumping as his cold wet tongue first came into contact with my widely spread bumhole. She made him be extremely thorough, and had an absolute close up view of every last lick and tongue fuck!!! She held my asshole spread painfully wide apart the whole time. She even dug her fingers into the skin right around my anus to pull the hole wide open for him to better penetrate it. This was pretty humiliating for me. It's kind of a private bedroom thing, and for it to be so open and out there like that? Crazy. It is not something I would want friends and colleagues in real life to know about me. Imagine the guys at work sniggering at me if they knew I make my husband rim me with regularity???

Ok, so that was all pretty embarrassing "fun and games", but then the paddle came out.

This is where my spanking, all of a sudden, "got real".

Violet is super nice, playful, sensuous, sensitive, and all that. So you don't expect it when it happens. But when she spanks, she spanks!

It was at this point where I sensed that she let herself go a little. Perhaps channeling some of that emotion around the blog? Certainly not giving in to it. She was exquisitely controlled at all times. But perhaps "channeling" is a fair word. I grudgingly admire how unrelenting she was. She knew what she wanted to dish out, and knew what I would be taking, and delivered it. It was not a short token paddling. It was a punishment paddling delivered by a strong, confident woman. She knew exactly how to build it up. It was never more than I could take, but by the same token it built up and felt like a real punishment paddling. It had me squirming on her lap and kicking my feet and crying out for sure.

Beyond the fact of "a spanking", we had not discussed any of this at all. Not the position, not the implement, not the number of strokes, not the intensity, not how long I would be across her lap, and not how rosy red she would be making my bottom.

Her she is showing off my bottom to the camera immediately after my paddling. She seems proud of the degree of redness she inflicted on me! Notice also how she gets to remain modestly clothed, while I am naked as a jaybird? Her breasts are allowed to stay covered, mine are dangling for everybody to see! Do you see also the strength in her arms and hands? I felt it in spades! Even at this point she was not done spanking me yet. I thought it was over. She did not. She started back in with very hard slaps from her hand on my already tenderized butt.

And here is where I ponder, what's the difference between what I got, and a "real punishment spanking"?

Most a those old-fashioned apocryphal 1950's naughty teenage girls who are spanked by their Mommas or Daddies probably got less than what I got. Unlike them, they were probably not spanked fully nude in the living room in public! Pussy and breasts on display while her bottom was thoroughly warmed. Kicking, crying, and apologizing as I was doing. And having to post photos on the internet afterwards of her embarrassing spanking! And then to be taunted and teased about "what a good little girl" I was, and how I "took my spanking so well". Plus comments about my "hard nipples" (hey, I was still a bit damp and that part of me was cold!)

So I think we can all agree that I got more of a spanking than a typical 1950's spanked teenage girl would have received for most offenses. So in what way is my spanking different than hers? None!

I was guilty and I new I deserved every lick. I knew Violet was justified in dishing it out. I fully accepted her authority over me as a 1950's teenage girl would her parents'. And I got just as bad a licking as she would, plus more, plus more embarrassment (embarrassment was no doubt a part of her experience as well).

But here's my point. Spanking is fun and games and sexy and all that. But what makes it tummy-churning is the underlying energy of a real, well-deserved punishment. Role play tries to emulate that, but being spanked for real regretted misdeeds takes it a step further.

I have communicated with several bloggers, such as mr. lion from Male Chastity Journal, who are most interested in the activity if the spanking is delivered as punishment for real misdeeds. I get it now more than I did. There is such a heady mixture of real shame and repentance mixed in, that it makes role play paler by comparison.

I am going to be looking for more opportunities to punish my husband for real misdeeds. Maybe set out a few more rules for him to follow, with consequences if he does not. And then make the punishments more realistic, more maternal in nature, without any sexy play afterwards. I want to see how that goes.

After the spanking came sex. During the sex, I was not in charge. Not at all. I needed to lick and suck on what I was told to, I needed to give head like I was told to, I needed to orgasm as I was told to, I needed to present my pussy, both doggy style and missionary style, for a really long hard intense rogering by Mistress that left my pussy sore and feeling very well used afterwards. I think there was a point there as well that she made. "I am the Pro here, we can co-top your david, but if there's any question about who's top girl, the question is now answered." yup.